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Jul. 11th, 2006 | 11:36 am
mood: boredbored

Finally got time to watch Doomsday!  Buffiest moment:

'It's like Stephen Hawking meets the Speaking Clock'

Been waiting a long time for Doctor Who to induce a belly-laugh...

We had to collect the car from Whiteladies Road on Sunday (after a Saturday night that started off very posh in a lovely restaurant but ended up in a funfunfun metaphorical gutter), but accidentally walked to the Highbury in Kingsdown... We only realised our mistake when we were standing outside the pub and the car wasn't there.  After a moment of confusion we decided to cut our losses and watch the Italy/France match in a pub in Clifton, before finding the car and driving it home five hours after we'd set out...
We could be teaching your children!  What larks.

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Jul. 5th, 2006 | 10:41 am
mood: hopefulhopeful

Today I am in a state of anticipation made more acute by the elusive huge thunderstorm that we really, really need but seems to have been hovering on the edge of breaking for the last 24 hours...yesterday static charges made my hand tingle when I held it out of the car window...

However, today I am also suffering from extreme lack of sleep having had some kind of social activity every evening since last Friday, I really want to have an evening of sitting down on my sofa with some tea, but can't see that happening until Monday...a full diary is infinitely better than an empty one, it's just a pity that work keeps getting in the way...neeeed sleeeeep

Things I am anticipating:

1. Yesterday I got my grubby little festival hands on a ticket to the Glade! It sold out stupidly quickly what with there being no Glastonbury or Shambala this year; Matt and I weren't going to go due to monetary and lack-of-time-off-worketary problems, but when we realised that every filthy hippy we know is going the ticket sourcing wheels were set in motion...hooray! We still have no time off work, so if you see me on the morning of Monday 17th July, it's probably best not to approach, I might be a bit out of sorts.

2. the week after Glade, Ashton Court! £9 is pretty cheap really, and Dreadzone are playing Saturday night...

3. this weekend, camping in the Gower with mackerel fishing!

4. I've handed my notice in at work! Only seven weeks left, then PGCEing it...and for two of those weeks:

5. Jamaica! In four weeks time! I'm stocking up on sarongs, flippers, and Alan Carr's EasyWay to Enjoy Flying, yay!

So yes, lots of fun things filling up the time before my PGCE, hopefully I'll get one or two winks of sleep as well, and find some time to do some preparatory work.....

See you on the other side of the Glade...

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Jun. 16th, 2006 | 11:26 am
location: hot hot hot library
mood: shockedshocked

A student just told me I would be having his baby in two years time!

I was suitably shocked at this news.

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Death to the weeds

Jun. 8th, 2006 | 10:18 am
location: air-conditioned hell room
mood: hyperhyper

It's become sunny!

Here are some weeds I found making a nice home for themselves and for their families in my garden: cranesbill, field bindweed, ground elder, goosegrass, great willowherb...I am a little bit obsessed with them at the moment.  Although some of them are quite pretty, they're strangling the rest of the garden and killing all the plants that aren't so greedy.  They taunted me all morning while I was trying to relax in the garden on Sunday, waving their leaves at me in an infuriating manner and possibly giggling.  Stupid giggling weeds.  I tore up half the garden in a rage before realising that I might be destroying the poor little non-invasive civilian plants as well, hence my new weed-identifying obsession.

I never knew  that gardening was such hard work, I used to categorise it as a more specific form of 'pottering about', but after two hours of gardening I felt like I'd been beaten up.  That's probably because I had been...BY THE WEEDS.

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May. 8th, 2006 | 07:28 pm
mood: blahblah

So, someone took the opportunity presented by my dad being in hospital to smash his car window. Nice.

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Tangled web

Apr. 27th, 2006 | 10:55 am
mood: weirdweird
music: Students doing exams, tunefully

It's been a confusing month what with one thing and another...here goes:

Granada: much fun and amazing city, but my dad went back into hospital the day before we flew out which wasn't exactly conducive to the fun-having or chatting to free and easy youngsters without a care in the world which is the no doubt overly hasty impression I built up of my fellow hostel people...ooo, long sentence, fullstop:.  The snowboarding wasn't up to much as it wasn't so much snow as sheet ice, the little we got done was good though, and a 2 hour individual lesson is highly recommended, I learnt tons.  Or tonnes, I'm not sure which, but the learning was hefty.  Then, after some fun stuff such as walking in the hills and horseriding in the mountains, I got flu, couldn't get out of bed for 2 days or eat, high fever, really fun in a party hostel but not really.

Dad: started chemotherapy yesterday but it has the feeling of a last resort, he's out of hospital now but pretty much always in bed exhausted, it's pretty hard to watch...almost exactly a year since he was diagnosed, weird.

Matt: had a 3 am moment of clarity on Monday morning and now doesn't want to teach anymore, unfortunately teaching stress has now been replaced by job hunting stress, I'm fairly sure he's in the process of developing an ulcer.  I'm trying to cheer him up by talking about fun things happening this summer, but as the fun things all seem to cost money and he might not have a job then, this plan has backfired somewhat.  Follow the story here (and befriend him in his time of need): mindshipvoyager

Money: I have none, but enjoy going on holiday, snowboarding, horseriding, socializing, festivals, good food, drinking wine, and buying stuff.  This is an annoying situation to be in being made more stressful by Matt's approaching possible wage cut which will coincide nicely with my return to living off a student grant/loan.

My usually irrepressible optimism is struggling in the face of all this, what's to be done?
Suggestions gratefully received.  And also money.

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Rude cyclist

Mar. 16th, 2006 | 09:35 am

I consider myself a cyclist, as opposed to a motorist (although I have a driving licence and occasionally take Matt's car for a spin) or a pedestrian (although when I'm not cycling, I walk).  I've always had a bit of a feeling of superiority about this due to cycling not damaging stuff as much as cars, being good for keeping fit and healthy, and being faster than walking.  I also had the idea that cyclists as a group are good people, as they care about the Earth and don't mind getting rained on or pushed into the kerb by car drivers.  I think I imagined some kind of cycling Shangri-La where everyone recycles and wears clothes made of fairly traded hemp and grows their own vegetables.


This morning I was making the most of not being late for work by pottering along the cycle path at a fairly average speed, overtaking some people, being overtaken by others, enjoying the wind on my face and the sun on my skin.  I slowed down to negotiate a sharp bend, and was overtaken by a vision in luminous lycra who snarked, 'Get a move-on, love', as he passed me in a cloud of nylon-generated static.  As soon as my eyes re-adjusted to the normal range of colours, I hared down the cycle path, and then the road, after him (oooo, did he choose the wrong lady to call 'love'...).  I caught up with him in about 30 seconds, and put him straight about a number of things:

  1. I'm not, and sincerely hope I never will be, his 'love'
  2. As long as it's not harming anyone, or slow to the point of ridiculousness, I go at whatever speed I flipping well like
  3. Instead of being sarcastic towards others, he should perhaps look in the mirror before he sets off for work and ask himself whether those precious seconds he's gaining by being so incredibly streamlined really compensate for looking like such a fluorescent twat.

Then I continued on my journey to work, sad at the knowledge that cyclists are just like everyone else.

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Me me me

Feb. 28th, 2006 | 11:07 am
mood: gigglygiggly

I want one!

Coming soon....zeeb's tarot reading....

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Becky's 'What Shall I Have for My Tea' Tarot Reading

Feb. 19th, 2006 | 06:09 pm

I did a three card spread to answer this question, let us see what the cards revealed...

Card One: Queen of Cups

Card meaning: 'Often a healer, counselor or psychic, this is a woman who seems to know what's wrong even before you open your mouth. Call her the emotional fix-it woman, but she seems to have exactly the right solution to problems relating to home, friends, love. Sometimes she is shy, self-effacing, you might not even notice her; other times she can be a little scary, dreamy, mysterious, a creative storyteller. Affectionate and loving, she is a "mom's mom" always there to hug, heal and bake cookies for her children. Her intuition is uncanny, her temper...well, it runs very deep and you don't ever want it turned against you. Talk about scary. Unfortunately, this is also a queen who can suffer from female hormonal problems, depression, moodiness, alcoholism, drug addiction, psychological problems.'

My interpretation: Obviously, the meal should involve cookies.  And alcohol/drugs. And you should tell stories while cooking and eating it, but try not to lose your temper if the cookies are burned and you have hormonal problems.

Card Two: Seven of Pentacles

Card meaning: 'A farmer watches pentacles grow on a tree. Sometimes, there is no way to take control of a situation. The farmer waits for the fruit on his tree to ripen so he may harvest and sell it; he has very little control over when this will happen. All he can do is be patient. So, too, with waiting for a job offer or raise, waiting for work to pay off, or a new diet, waiting for lottery numbers to be read. Sometimes you have to realize that you've done all you can do. It is out of your hands now. All you can do is wait. Ultimately, the sevens share that message, the farmer's message: hold out, be patient, don't rush, go around. Be in control of yourself and you can be in control of this situation.'

My interpretation: Fruit!  Great.

Card Three: King of Cups

Card meaning: 'Call him "The Godfather". A kinder, gentler, more loving man you'll never meet. His "kingdom" is his family, and his one dream is to be sitting at the head of a huge table filled with kin, kids, grand kids, serving up food to them all. His family comes first; for them he'll work, sacrifice, do just about anything; and, yes, like the "Godfather" he will consider doing terrible things to you if you cause grief to any member of that family. More likely to be a chef, bookstore owner, museum curator, decorator or restorer than a Godfather, this King is a historian, an old fashioned man with quaint, old fashioned ideas. He'll motivate the neighborhood to restore old buildings, to be more friendly, neighborly and polite. Very like the Queen of Cups, however, he's too soft and sentimental. No matter how prodigal the son, this father will always bail the kid out. About his family, it is almost impossible to make him see reason.

My interpretation: How good is this! So to your meal of cookies and fruit you should invite your whole family! Once again, the tarot cards amaze and enlighten.

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Feb. 7th, 2006 | 12:50 pm

We have a kitten! That's me and Matt, not the royal We.

We've had her for a month and a half, but she has no name...ideas and suggestions most welcome, at the moment she is called kitty, the cat, little bean and cutiepie, so we are in quite a desperate state.

I was in a bad mood in January what with not going snowboarding but I'm better now, and I can almost give up my job and go back to university (although I fear the PGCE might not be quite so slack on the hours as various English degrees...).

Anyone want a tarot reading? Send me a question and I'll consult the cards in a mysterious way.  To stop myself going mad in work I'm learning a different skill each month or so, so far I've learned tarot, beginners' French, the interpretation of folklore, fairytales and myth, how to organise my student teacher file, how to be a pagan, and how to make dreamcatchers; I've joined the TES forum to discuss educational issues, and exchanged tarot readings with people in Hong Kong.  What shall I learn about next?

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