Oppressed by the Figures of Beauty

Sherlock

2012-01-09T19:17:00.003Z

I was well rested, ready for my first full week back at work.

All shopping excurtions had been made, tiles had been chosen for the kitchen in the new house (just thought I'd stick that in - new house - woot!), a cooker had been delivered and recieved (twice, first broken, returned, and re-delivered) parents had been shown the latest developments and kudos had been given. Legs had been eppilated (for the first time - ouch...!) rooms had been thoroughly cleaned, lie-ins had been had. All was well

And then sherlock came on telly and was all like "ooo look at me I'm all swish and entertaining and mysterious" and then it was all like "I'm gonna end on a cliffhanger just in case you weren't excited enough" etc.

And then I found this and the top post at the time was this one and I just started vibrating with excitement. And then I found this page and so this page and I found that I could actually solve this puzzle and the vibrations started to buzz.

There was no way in hell I was going to be able to sleep...

So today, here I am, tired as usual! Hwyl a sbrii

Secret

2011-08-16T15:36:00.003Z

I have a secret. I don't think it's a very well kept one, but a secret it is none the less as nobody has accused me yet. There have been no people in the street with pitchforks and burning torches, and no friends have refused to be in contact with me over my shameful secret.

You see, I am not a baby person.

Sure, I will coo and cootchy-coo and maybe do a little bit of tiny baby foot tickling, but then I will retreat to the other side of the room and watch from afar.

Three times since being a responsible adult I have held a baby.

The first, was very nearly a toddler. She could hold her own head, and sit, and steal things off the table to stick in her mouth. We were at a BBQ and we all sat, and had some drinks, and took turns holding the baby whilst she was sitting on the table. When it was my turn, everyone continued talking and cotchycooing, and the baby, she continued drooling and trying to eat people's phones and beer cans. I on the other hand sat like a statue with this wriggling thing in my hands. Suddenly, she was no cute light haired baby girl but an object of doom and danger. Soon, she would suddenly swallow something, or fly out of my hands and land headfirst on something hard or pointy. But of course, nothing happened, and in due course she was handed on, and hopefully, my secret was safe.

The second, was a week old baby boy. So fragile, and tiny and breakable. I sat, with a pillow on my knee and a tiny thing held in my arms. All I could think was that he could not support his own head and I was going to drop him and...
All was, of course well.

The third time the baby was similarly young and I was hungover. I didn't have a pillow so it was all on me not to kill this beautiful miracle of a thing. This wriggling, farting was thing in my arms and I had no thoughts of cuteness and of wanting one of my own. Instead I was acutely aware of it's body in one hand and of the head in my other.

We are now of the age, m'dearest and I were our friends are getting married and having sbrogletts. Were staying with some of our friends at the moment and so far I have not been asked to hold the baby.

I will not say no of course, for they should never know my secret.

For the last two days I have cotchy-cooed and rocked whilst he was in his chair but never has the burden been only on me....

When I grow up I don't want a baby, I want a child. Let's skip the scarily fragile bit OK?

Hwyl a sbrii

Man-flu

2011-07-02T16:11:00.004Z

It is a glorious saturday afternoon. I had a lie in this morning which was beautiful as it was the first proper ne I've had in a month; what with guests and trips to Cardiff and London. Oh it's a hard life.

The sun was shining and the sky was an inviting blue so I threw on a summery dress and sauntered down alone to the village's carnival/festival thing. My beloved was working so I wandered around on me lonesome and enjoyed a pint or two of cider from a plastic glass and had a chat with my dad who was doing a show there.

After a while, I speed-walked home after not being able to find the toilets. I cleaned up a bit and am now looking forward to celebrating tonight with my brother and my best friend tonight; both of whom found out this week that they're graduating. The former as a BSc Hons in computer science, and the latter as a doctor (don't get ill soon...!).

All of which sounds lovely, and should be lovely. But for one thing.

I am ILL.

I have the worst case of man-flu I have ever seen outside of a man! It's only a cold for heaven's sake, but I have NOT and will not stop complaining.

Ugh.

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Fat

2011-03-28T19:50:00.004Z

When I tell people I had a lump removed off my shoulder last week, people, for half a second have a panic in their eyes. Oh god, I can see the thought flitter through their minds, a lump.

And I do want to correct them, it was nothing of the sort. Not. Scary. At. All. (except for the hospital bit, which I found absolutely terrifying because it was hospital-ly and stuff).

But on the other hand, telling people the truth is a bit embarrassing. Not really; I mean it's not embarrassing bodies material, it's just, well, after people have thought of the C word, saying it was just fat seems a bit silly. A bit off a let down in a perverse weird way.

So, in the place of the lump (of fat), I now have a small cross shaped scar*, 3 impressive bruises on my wrist where they tried (and eventually succeeded) to put the drip in, and a whole lot of catching up to do.

So just to let you know, I'm much better thank you, yes I agree the bruises are impressive (I am quietly proud of them) and it was fat.

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*I was hoping the scar was going to be straight so that I could pretend I had been in a sword fight with a pirate. I'm not sure how a cross shaped one will fit into that story...

Star Wars

2011-03-20T12:34:00.004Z

Sometimes, don't you feel like the world is trying to tell you something?

I recently read Simon Pegg's autobiography. Generally I'm not a fan of autobiographies, I prefer the fiction genre, often quite surreal fiction at that. But for some reason, this biography appealed to me and I enjoyed it.

We've also been watching a lot of How I met your mother. We often start watching series' and then watch the whole thing. We've done the same with X-files and sharpe and the like.

Both of theese things (and several other things about my life) keep referring to a single thing; star wars. Now, I haven't seen star wars for years and I bearly remember any of it, so all of theese references that seem to have surrounded me theese last few weeks are slightly lost on me.

Which is why, I'm having a productive day, I'm spending the day on the sofa watching the original three films and eating junk food.

The food has nothing to do with anything, I'm just fat.

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First kiss

2011-01-17T18:32:00.003Z

Inspired by léonie, let me tell you about my first kiss(es). She got two, so I do to.

It was a dark and cool summer night and we were camping at a friends field. We were in our mid teens (both of these stories happen embarrassingly late in my development as a human person) and at least one can of lager had been drunk each. In some cases as much as four cans had been consumed. We were, as I'm told is the norm for teenagers playing truth or dare. We had already gone through who was the hottest or who out of our class we would most like to kiss etc etc. Then the dares started. Kiss him, kiss her, kiss him (those were the only dares right?) So, when it came to my turn, I leaned across the circle, closed my eyes and puckered up.

My second kiss again shows how incredibly naive I was and still am. It was when I was in the sixth form and the night before I had cunningly sat next to the boy I liked so that he would hold my hand. He did. Again we were camping (in a different place, in case you wondered). He arrived late to the camp and we starting holding hands again. I have absolutely no recollection of how holding hands became a kiss but the kiss was warm and nice and lasted quite a while. It forced everyone else to relocate to the smaller tent but it was nice. It was, similar in ways to this kiss (2 mins into the video)

In case you wondered, six and a half years later, we still kiss from time to time, but we stop to go to work and stuff.

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Cunning Plan

2011-01-03T14:05:00.003Z

We live in a normal house. We have a two seater sofa and a chair which will henceforth be called the gaming chair. Now, we've lived in this house with this sofa and this our gaming chair for a year, and since the very beginning I've sat on the sofa by the shelf and he has sat on the gaming chair. Sure, it was a bit inconvenient that we were a bit far away from each other, but I had my shelf for books and tea and an empty seat beside me for the laptop and he was sitting in the optimum gaming postition.

And so we lived our happily ever after for a few months.

But soon, he started hassling. He wanted a nice comfy armchair instead of our seconhand gamingchair. Being the bad guy, I said no; money.

Convinent no, that suddenly his spine is hurting and he suspects the gaming chair. Not of course that I suspect he's lying, I can see that he's in pain, but how convinient that it's the gaming chair's fault.

But, I am a good person at heart so we've changed spots. So there he is on the sofa and here I am on the gaming chair. I know that it's a two seater sofa but unless I'm snuggling up to watch a film it's not the same. And I know it's a chair and it is very comfy, but it's not my spot on the sofa.

I may purchase an armchair....

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On moods and sneezing

2010-12-04T09:09:00.006Z

This morning I am in an awful mood. I would even go as far to say that I am in a ghastly mood (yes, it is that bad; I'm using a word I never remember using before. It is a bad mood worthy of expanding my lexicon).

Two things happened during the night/early hours to plonk me in the middle of this grey cloud.

Firstly I seem to have been allergic to life all this week. I have sneezed more this week than most people do in a lifetime. To give you a clue of how much I've sneezed; it's only 9am and I've sneezed at least 50 times today. I'm back on the antihistamines this morning having got a new prescription for them yesterday but it hasn't stopped the sneezing waking me up at 4am.

I. Am. Fed. Up. Of. Sneezing.

After I eventually got back to sleep I dreamt that everyone I knew had gone travelling for 3 months except me. Which I was fine with. I lived my life at home to the full and all was well. But then everyone came home. Obviously they were talking about their trip, I'm not saying that's bad. But because everyone had gone, everyone was talking about it and nothing else. Nobody was asking me how I was, and to make things worse, I couldn't remember anything I'd done. I knew I hadn't moped about for three months but I genuinely couldn't remember what I'd done.

I think I may be dreaming of (at least other people) going to warmer climates because I was cold in bed and I think I may be feeling unappreciated?

So this morning I am tired, sneezy, melancholy and now I must go put drops in my eyes to stop them swelling to the size of small mountains. Then I will cheer the hell up because I'm being a very silly girl.

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Here, now

2010-10-17T10:43:00.003Z

It could be anytime of the day.

I'm in my dressing gown, but on weekends that doesn't mean a thing. My feet are cold but the laptop is warming my lap so I'm happy. I occasionally try to find him with my feet so that he can warm them up a bit. My personal hot water bottle.

The light through the curtains is enough to show that it's day, but other than that, nothing. It could be the haze of dawn, a grey day of rain or the last light of dusk, it's impossible to tell. It could be raining or sunny, I haven't looked yet.

My belly is rumbling but in a nice way. Soon, I will venture into the kitchen and fix up some fatty comfort food. Something easy but warm, quick, stodgy but oh so tasty.

There is a fire burning very low in the grate. Red embers and an occasional flicker. It warms the side of my leg just enough so that I know it's there, but not too much that it's too hot. The noise of coal shifting is the only sound but for the rattle of my typing and the occasional grunt from him who is playing a game on a low volume.

It's nearly mid-day on a Sunday morning, and this my friends, is bliss. After food I may put some clothes on, then him and me can watch some Star Trek films together, warm in front of the fire, whilst the world outside does what ever it does when I'm not there to look after it, and the pile (mountain) of unmarked tests and books lays forgotten in the corner.

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Baking

2010-10-05T19:11:00.002Z

Last Sunday, I was home alone and having a very house-wifey day. I'd cleaned and washed, I'd done my school work and then I baked a cake. I have no idea why, I just fancied making a sponge cake. So make it I did, and then put sugar icing on the top and some sprinkles. And it was good.

Three days later, I still had half a cake left but I decided to bake another one. So I rang my grandmother and asked for some recipies. She gave me some over the phone and I scribled them down on an envelope. That night, after a trip to tesco, I attempted the boiled fruit cake. And it was good. A bit crumbly but good.

So tonight, I have two ginger cakes in the oven. In about five minutes I will get them out and let them cool. And I have faith (touch wood) that they will be good. Sticky buttery gingery good.

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Washing rant

2010-09-26T11:02:00.004Z

When I woke up this morning at the respectable time of 9:30, it was sunny. So up I got with much haste and hurried to strip the bed in order to wash the covers.

I mean this could be the last nice day for ages and I hate having to dry big things indoors because it involves hanging things over doors and what not which doesn't look too good and doesn't dry awesomely either.

I then proceeded to tidy up, have a shower etc etc. As the washing machine is finishing, what do I see? The lady next door putting her bed covers up on our shared line!

At what ungodly hour did you get up to put the washing on? How fast is you machine?! You hogged the line all day yesterday and I had to dry our clothes on the clothes horse. I would never take the whole line two days in a row. Can you hear my washing machine starting through the wall, an then do you hurry to put your faster and probably more expensive washing machine on so that you get the line?! It's only you and your daughter (and occasionally her boyfriend) that live there, how do you have so much more washing than me?! How often do you change the bed? Do you thing that we are monsters because we only do ours every 2-3weeks?!

We normally share so well, I hope I haven't made you angry like I am this morning. If I have I apologise. I ask kindly for you not to do this again. Thank you

Hwyl a sbrii

My Beloved

2010-09-20T17:09:00.003Z

For some reason this afternoon, I decided too read choice posts from my blog aloud to my beloved. He won't read it of his own accord of course, that would be taking too much of an interest (I am joking, I quite like being able to call him all kinds of things behind his back).

I chose two smushy posts that talked about him. Afterall, it's only fair that he know how happy I sometimes am being with him. The comment I got afterwards was that he didn't like being called "My beloved" and that he would much prefer "his awsomeness".

At the moment, his awsomeness is playing some shooty thing on the playsatation and making comments about how he is being used for entertainement. I, on the other hand have just finished marking a mountain of work followed by my daily internet routine.

My routine comprises of facebook, comics (see sidebar for new comics!) blogs, news, stumble. Just so you know.

Anyway, this post is a bit of a nothing post, sorry. The point is that I can think of much more colourful things to call his awsomeness that would stop this blog being family friendly (!!) quite quickly. I think I'll stick to my beloved.

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I appologise to my beloved for being mean. I do like him quite a bit really.

I see you there....

2010-08-24T11:49:00.004Z

I see you sitting in your car greedily devouring a chocolate bar as if there is no tomorrow. I doubt you are that worried about your frozen groceries melting. Are you on a diet? Or was your shopping experience so traumatic that you need the sugar? Or just another guilty pleasure that couldn't wait?

I see you there smoking through the open window of your BMW. Holding the cigarette as far away as possible like your hoping the closed door of your overpriced car will stop the fumes getting through the open window. Why bother? Are you trying to quit or are you just conscious about the fumes that will surely have clung to your suit when you strut back into the office? Or is this how all the cool kids smoke these days? I must have missed the memo.

Do you see me? I'm the one stuffing sliced chorizo into my mouth. I have plenty at home that I brought back from France with me but m'dearest will know if I eat a whole packet at home. I will eat the whole packet here in this car park before hiding the empty packet under the seat and arrive home with the shopping hoping to brush my teeth before I'm kissed.

That is why I try not to judge you. Every one has their guilty pleasures, their addictions. They may be your weak moments or your lifelong Achilles heel. This is a new thing for me, started in France last week; I hope to be able to quit when I'm back in work.

As I try not to judge you, I see the judgement in your eyes as you look at the girl in the small car shoveling sliced Spanish meat into her mouth like a nervous dog who's stolen your steak.

Hwyl a sbrii

Cleaning

2010-07-21T16:05:00.003Z

In the weeks before the holiday started, I'll admit I neglected the housework. Sure I washed the dishes and picked any rubbish off the floor but that was about it and the place started to look embarrassing. But as I have six weeks off now (I will never get tired of telling people that - sorry!) and nothing much planned, I've decided to at least start it productively by cleaning the house. But it is a holiday after all, so I'm cleaning it one room every day.

And when I say cleaning, I mean cleaning it properly. Somewhere between hoovering the ceiling and washing the skirting boards cleaning*. It's taken me hours and hours to do the living room today, and it took me a while to do the kitchen on Monday (yesterday I had a day off as visiting the dentist is unpleasant enough without cleaning). And the two I've done are the two easy ones. The bedroom and bathroom are next and they ain't so bad. I may give up before reaching the office and the conservatory as they are really messy and I can't be arsed.

Of course, each room takes longer than the one before because I have to do a quick tidy of the rooms I've already done...

But for now, I am happy, sitting here in my clean two rooms with a cobweb-free roof, a hoover full of spiders** and the glory of knowing that a good job has been done.

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* to be honest, I'm not sure what comes in the middle, but as I've just thought of washing the skirting now, after declaring myself finished, I realise that getting up and starting that will take me to a whole new level of crazy, so I wont.

** I promise you that as I wrote that a spider as big as my face (well...) ran across the floor and I had to run to get the hoover because I was scared! I don't usually mind spiders, a glass and a piece of paper will suffice, but I think this one was angry because I hoovered his little friends on the roof by accident. Also, since I've cleaned under and over and in between everything in this room today, where the hell did he come from?!

Six WARNING SMUSHINESS

2010-07-03T08:30:00.004Z

Six minutes ago my beloved left for work. Leaving me alone to a busy Saturday of cleaning, shopping and carnival attending (alone). Six minutes into the cleaning etc. I decided that some time was needed to write a blog.

Six months ago my beloved and I moved in together. Six months, and I haven't polished my shoes once. I know this because we haven't bought any shoe polish yet. Six months, and my beloved hasn't moved in properly. Sure, the house is full to the brim of hi stuff, but the basement is full of boxes of his stuff also. Six months of friday night take-away's, free furniture, a bed that bounces a ridiculous amount when anyone sneezes and of dvd's, books, nagging and smushieness.

Six years ago, the first kiss. Six years of long distances, single beds, wooden roses, x-files, dr who, house, newts, tea, pasta and love. Six years me and my beloved have been together and tonight, I have suggested that he take me out for dinner. (and he listened!)

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Clumsy me

2010-06-27T08:37:00.004Z

Summer is here and the legs are out. I have cast my yearly inspection of my legs. They're still there, they still have my feet at the bottom, they still have a bit of knobbly knee action happening and to toot my own horn, they ain't that bad.

Three days in someone else's house and my legs are covered in bruises. None of them hurt that much but they're all purplish yellow brutes that aren't that pretty (but don't stop me wearing dresses).

The thing is, I know exactly why I have these bruises, I get them to a lesser extent at home.

I cannot walk and see things at the same time. Obviously I can, but it doesn't stop me walking into things. I don't know if it's me not knowing where my body is, or if it's just my whiskers that are too small but any table, chair, door frame, cupboard, bed, anything is a potential bruise.

If I walk into something at arm height it honestly looks like my boyfriend beats me. And what do I say when people ask what happened, my answer? "I walked into a door". The truth, but one that doesn't quite clear my boyfriend...

And there is nothing I can do - it happens all the time. The only thing I can do is get used to my surroundings - it seems to have helped at home as I have less bruises than I did.

Ah clumsy, blind me! Hwyl a sbrii

Today...

2010-05-15T16:22:00.002Z

Today I have decided to start a new diary. Oh no I hear you say, not another one!

Yes. Another one.

This one, like the countless others will no doubt be forgotten soon enough, but I don;t care. This one, like all others except the blogs will be, for now, seceret. This one, unlike all others, will be, mostly, pictures.

Here's hoping it will last.

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On taking the dog for a walk

2010-05-15T10:19:00.004Z

Whenever I take the dog for a walk on the mountain, I daydream the same thing. As I walk I dream that I will meet a boy taking a dog for a walk in the other direction and that we fall in love.

This is of course poppycock.

For one I am in a very happy relationship. This doesn't stop the daydreaming however, even though sometimes I substitute mysterious stranger with m'dearest. Sometimes.

Secondly, we've had the dog for about ten years and never have I met someone my own age taking a dog for a walk, never mind a (very) handsome boy.

Lastly, if it were to happen, I would be wearing my mountain clothes (wellies, hoodie, old jeans, hair not-so-sexily windswept), I would awkwardly say hi and then walk by and continue talking to my dog like a crazy person and then I would never see him again.

Like a true love story.

But then, everybody has silly little scenarios in their heads don't they?! OK, mine is incredibly mundane and has no superheros in it, but for now, it is the best my imagination can manage, so I will settle.

Off I go a walking. Hwyl a sbrii

Election

2010-05-06T21:25:00.002Z

So this is it. In a weak attempt to kickstart this blog, I will write of my election night. I am attempting to watch as much as possible without falling asleep. Unfortuately I am working tommorrow (I'm not complaining about school holidays, but in fact about the fact that election night is not pre-weekend!) so I suspect I'll be sleeping by midnight.

The plan is to sit/lie on the sofa all night with a duvet an if I fall asleep, so be it. The telly will be on and I may watch it.

10:30. Have returned from tesco with supplies of snacks and fizzy drinks. Will consume these before starting on the tea and caffine.

10:50 Garlic bread. Still watching alternative coveridge for now until things get more exciting.

11:00 Non voters make me angry. I don't care what the reasons are, they are not good enough.

11:05 I think I like the elections for two reasons. One; there is a baddie to root against (Tories), two; lots and lots of pretty graphs.

11:15 Exit poll is making me angry. Sure you can't take that as fact, but it's making me angry and on edge.

11:20 Flicking through three channels to watch various coverages is hard work! I want to see funny, I want to know things that are applicaple to Wales but want to see what they say about all of britain also. Flick flick flick (snooze)

11:25 This isn't very interesting is it. What a way to make sure that even less than nobody reads this. Ah well continue regardless

11:40 It worries me that people vote for BNP. WHY?! Yes, let's all be racist.

12:00 YES I've reached midnight! I may lie down soon though. Starting to get tired. Have noticed that I'm wearing blue pyjamas. Please don't hold that against me!

12:10 This is it, I'm lying down. Jibar

12:25 sleepy now and only 3 results down

3:00 give up. It's all going to hell. We'll see what tomorrow brings

7:15. Shiiiit. How the hell have the conservatives goot eight seats in Wales?!

Hwyl a sbrii for now...

So my life has come to this

2010-04-16T18:18:00.002Z

It is a Friday. Woot! The day I've been looking forward to since it last came around because it signifies the weekend has arrived. The lie in (that never actually happens because my body clock wakes me up at 7) has arrived. Work can be forgotten until Sunday evening.

My dearest is upstairs painting models. He does silly things like that and at the moment he is particularly excited about some tank or other so I've bearly seen him tonight. Which is fine because he is going to get the Chinese later.

I am in front of the telly with my laptop on my knee and have been since 5 (except for about 10 minutes when I responsibly cleaned the dishes). I love telly, I love laptop and I love having the time to sit here and do both.

But I am boooored! BBC ain't working, iplayer has nothing on it and everyone else is at the pub so there are no updates to keep me occupied.

I am actually considering doing some marking work.

I need a hobby...Hwyl a sbrii

Shiny Vampires

2010-03-21T21:29:00.003Z

I love reading. I remember reading the famous five for the first time and practically devouring them. The same afterwards with the swallows and amazon series. I love reading and love series' of books. Once I read and enjoy one, I must read all of them.

A lot of my friends; ones that I trust about books, suggested I try reading twilight. I resisted for a long time because everyone loves twilight and therefore I would hate it. It was too teenagery and stuff.

Whilst buying Christmas presents I had a 3 for 2 offer and only 2 gifts to buy. What's the harm in getting it for free I thought. I can at least tell everyone I've tried.

A week later, I was nearly finished with all four. I had lost every hour of every day. I had wept, I had mourned, I had enjoyed. After I'd finished, I had that compulsory time of missing the books and wanting to read more and more and more. Forever.

But it passed. Other books came and went.

I needed a book for my trip to Ireland last weekend and I thought that twilight would be easy enough to get into when I was tired.

What a mistake. I thought that now I knew the story it wouldn't take me by surprise and I would see it for the teenagery rubbish i wanted it to be in the first place. A week later I have finished them again. And it is not enough and now I am forlorn and empty with no book to cheer me up.

The only comfort I have is that because I've listened to Mumford and sons and them only whilst reading the book (I must have heard the album over a hundred times and it's still going) every time I hear it it reminds me of twilight. Which might spoil them for me eventually, but for now it is a comfort.

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If wishes were fishes

2010-03-05T18:42:00.003Z

I wish my words were pretty. I don't just mean pretty to look at; my everchanging scrawl is not going to win me prizes but that's what computers are for. I wish my words were pretty enough to fill a heart and stir a soul. I'd settle for half a smile. Words that inspire or even start wars are far beyond my reach and that is why I wish for pretty. Words that will speak to you and you alone.

I wish my thoughts were original. I wish my thoughts were mine and mine to share, without being scared of sounding post-teenagery hormonal and overemotional. All of which I am, but only because my thoughts and ideas were given to me by someone else. Be they from life, books or screen, someone else has allready thought my thoughts for me, saw they weren't good enough and threw them on the recycle pile that seems to be my brain.

I wish I wasn't so tired. That my eyes and brain and bones an skin didn't hurt with the yearn and need for sleep. And yet I'm bearly ever this awake.

I wish I wasn't so melodramatic.

But most of all I wish Christmas was not a year away again so that I could ask for pretty words.

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Written on a sleepless night a month or two ago. Better this than no update at all?

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On pancake based nostalgia

2010-02-16T20:44:00.004Z

I love pancakes. So does everyone right?

I prefer thin big pancakes rolled up with tasty fillings. I just don't see the attraction of small chubby ones. I mean you put your tastiness on top but then messiness ensues. Sure you could use a knife and fork but where's the fun in that?!

Pancake day to me is many things. Mostly though it is the memory of one pancake day in particular. When we were in sixth form, we had a cooker (for a while anyway). One pancake day we used it to make and sell pancakes to the rest of the school. We didn't run into this thing eyes closed of course, we decided to stockpile.

Easier said than done. Stockpiling pancakes on pancake day in a room full of teenagers is not easy. So come break time, we bearly had any stockpiled. It was, to say the least, frantic. But in quarter of an hour, we made £3 profit.

We used that profit to buy more ingredients. We failed once more to stockpile and after a frantic hour of selling mostly fried flour and water, we had £21 profit which we used to buy a dvd player.

And now, when I think of pancake day, of today, I think of then. Of frantic flour throwing madness, of selling fried flour and water through the window, of good times.

I love pancakes. So does everyone right? They're the most nostalgic food.

Hwyl a sbrii

On my house

2010-01-31T16:55:00.003Z

I like
Being closer to work. I takes me half an hour less to get to and from work from my and my beloved's rented accomodation, and for a while it honestly felt like there were more hours in the day. Even now, even though I'm used to it, it is bliss.

Living with my boyfriend. Not having to ask every morning in whose parent's home will we be that night, is really nice. Knowing that he'll be there when I get home gives me a sickeningly good feeling in my insides. I likes it very much. There are other bonuses of course.

Being warm. My parent's house only had a fire to keep the house warm. No central heating. My house has a fire and central heating. Oooh get us.

Having a place to put my stuff. When you live with your parents all your stuff has to go in your bedroom more or less. Now I have a whole house and candles and rugs and prety things have become meaningful and lovely.

Things I do not like
Bills. Who does?

Having to come home from work and do housework. This is a moot point at the moment. My beloved is currently unenployed and when I come home from work and the washing up has yet to be done, it's fair to say that I am not pleased.

Having to nag. See above

Being cold and taking cold showers. And I mean cold showers - so cold its agony. I love my central heating but it has not been working for the last two weeks. We are currently waiting for the landlord to decide wether to buy the part or a new boiler. Fair to say there will be an angry phonecall tommorrow because I AM COLD.

Anyway, for now, a cheery and chilly farewell from home. Hwyl a sbrii

Song writing machine

2009-09-18T10:00:00.002Z

When I started writing songs, I was a machine. I'd get at least one song out every month. The guitar was new to me so when I found something that worked, it sounded good enough to get put into a song. Also, I was in a band, I was young and there was insparation everywhere.

And I didn't ming writing smushy songs.

Now? I'm tired, I have no insparation; mainly because I try not to be too smushy and stereptypical. I'm not in a band anymore so I have nobody to bounce ideas off. And I'm writing on a piano. I've got grade 5 but I'm still not very good.

So in the last 4 years I've written 3.25 songs. Not the best songs ever, but OK (I think). I would love to have enough songs to be able to play gigs or open mike nights or anything again.

That would involve buying a keyboard or something. *god forbid!*

Ah well. Here's to finishing the .75 of a song tonight. Any ideas on words?!

Hwyl a sbrii

On fire alarms

2009-09-14T14:32:00.002Z

They may save lives but they're noisy, annoying and make me miss my free lesson when they're set off as a prank.

Grumble grumble grumble

Hwyl a sbrii

Sun

2009-09-11T10:18:00.002Z

If there is one thing to enjoy about travelling to work between 7:15 and 8:30 every morning, it has to be the spectacular views.

Granted they are the same views that you can see any time of the day; the road doesn't move around depending on the time!

Take this morning for an example. The sun was setting the mountains on fire and the mist was he smoke creeping accross the landscape. It was absoulutely glorious and put me in a bit of a thoughtful mood.

Then I arrived at school and thinking began to hurt because it involves maths and on a Friday, to be frank, I can't be arsed with maths, as much as I love it. Tired.

In a month or two however, the sun will be setting as I go home as well, which will be beatiful. Even if it does mean that I don't see proper daylight during the week.

Hwyl a sbrii

Gate

2009-09-09T13:33:00.001Z

We have a gate on the bottom of our track.

Don't get me wrong; we're not posh or farmers; we just park our cars on common land were sheep graze. To stop these sheep from getting to the village they have fenced off the mountain and put a gate at the bottom of the track.

I often sit at the bottom of our track, outside the gate, hoping that someone will come along and open the gate for me. You see, when i am a passenger, or have one in the car, said passenger merely has to get out of the car once, open the gate while the car passes and then close it before getting back in. When driving alone, it is a case of getting out and opening the gate, getting back in, driving a little, getting out again, closing the gate before finally getting back in the car and starting the journey. It's a bit epic.

especially when it rains.

So in my hours spent waiting for someone to do my work for me and opening the gate, I sit and look at the sheep as they graze and stare back at me.

When people do pass and open the gate, it's safe to say that there are some odd looks.

Hwyl a sbrii

Work

2009-08-26T10:41:00.003Z

I knew this would happen, I have done all along. But I wouldn't change it for the world because I have had one of the most awsome summers of my life.

Granted, it's been raining for most of the summer, but I don't care! I have a new umbarella (with cherries on it) and a new raincoat (with flowers on it). I have never had my own umbarella before. Ever. I have never had a raincoat that I've liked so much. So "bring on the rain" I said, a fool as always.

The rain, it came.

Even though I've been soggy for most of it, I've been on 3 holidays including 4 countries in 3 days, I've done nothing some days which is awsome, I've been to two weddings which were glorious and I've generally had a lovely time.

During all this fun though, I've not done any work for the new school year (and therefore I haven't procrastinated and blogged). So with less than a week to go I've loads of work to do and I panicking. Slightly. My laptop is overheating I'm typing so much (partly work, mostly twitters), my brain has melted because I'm losing sleep and I've become obsessed with Tim Minchin.*

Ah well, only about 47 weeks until the summer holidays come again!

Hwyl a sbrii

*I have no idea what this obsession has to do with stress but I've listened to nothing else for the last two weeks, so it can't be good! (it's very very funny though!)

Bad day

2009-07-30T14:10:00.003Z

Hi wierdo, how are you? I think I'm having a bad day but how do I make sure?

Well reader, there are 3 questions you need to ask yourself:
1) Have you driven your car into someone elses?
2) Have you cried like a baby and/or a crazy person for most of the day?
3) Have you fallen over whilst running after your grandmothers dog to try and dry him after you bathed him and in doing so lost a chunk of your big toe. Because of this you have a bandaged toe and it really hurts to walk.

If you can answer "Yes" to all three of theese questions, then yes, it has been a very bad day. Less than three and it's just dandy.

Hwyl a sbrii

ps I'm off on 3 holidays in succesion over the next three weeks (nothing comes along all year and then 3 pop up all together) and although I'll attempt to twitter when there's battery, I'll most likely dissapear until I'm home again. Toodle-pip

Montage

2009-07-16T20:05:00.004Z

If my life has a montage it would be of me running down a mountain.

Me, 7 years old, discovering the path for the first time whilst walking with my grandmother. Running down the mountain with my grandmothers overweight beagle trying to catch up with me. Just running down the hill full blast. Caring about nothing except reaching the bottom.

Me, 14 years old, a bit slower but only because I'm afraid of losing our new puppy. He can't jump up a step of the stairs yet so I'm being nice with him and letting him catch up. I'm also checking to see if anyones hanging about on the road because I'd just die if anyone saw me in this raincoat and wellies, let alone running in them.

Me, 22 years old, sprinting down today. The dog that's trying to trip me by running just a bit to slow has grown a ridiculous amount in the last eight years. I'm in my raincoat and wellies, I have my hood up and I don't care. Partly because I'm old enough now not to care, but mainly because I don't know anybody around here anymore.

Me, 70 years old, here to show my granchildren where I grew up. Maybe?

Hwyl a sbrii

Flash (a-aah)

2009-07-13T09:25:00.003Z

Why are you flashing me?

Are my headlights not working? They're not on so you wouldn't know, are they meant to be on? No, it's light out. Is there some kind of rude word written on my bonnette? Nope...Wait there's police up ahead. OK thanks.

Wait where are they? Why would you need police on this corner? Can anyone actually go round there at more than 50 miles an hour?! Waw! I should try sometime!..But not now - police right?

Don't I know you?

I hate flashing drivers - I can never think why they would do such a thing...Hwyl a sbrii

Five years

2009-07-09T10:57:00.004Z

When I was seventeen, a boy held my hand at a local gig and I was so incredibly happy I got a twitch in my cheek because my face couldn't handle the emotions. We didn't say a thing, we just held hands and continued through the gig being generally akward teenagers.

The following night a group of my friends and I were camping near a lake. The boy arrived late after work and as he sat down next to me, we continued where we left off the night before with the holding of hands. By the end of the night, we had emptied the tent because of our smushieness and kissing.

Whilst walking towards my lift the following morning, I texted him. I have no idea what I said but I know that I assumed that we were now boyfriend and girlfriend because that's how things work.

A few days later I was in his house and we noticed that neither of us had asked the other out. He asked me out. After thinking, I said yes. The smushieness resumed.

Five years later and I'm still sharing a single bed with him. I sleep next to the wall because I'm afraid to fall out otherwise. I sleep as close as possible to the wall so that he has as much room as possible because I love him. He sleeps as close as possible to the edge to give me as much room as possible because he loves me. The duvet enjoyes the middle of the bed with each of us assuming its the other.

After five years of sleeping in a single bed together, I have discovered that the best sleep I get is in the half an hour between he gets up for work and I get the whole bed, and when he kisses me goodbye and I relise that he's actually going.

Hwyl a sbrii

Alice and Kev

2009-06-16T11:02:00.003Z

I have much things to say, but I'm not going to say them now.

Instead I'm going to direct you to this link: the story of Alice and Kev. It's the story of two homeless characters on the Sims 3 game and it is beautifly told with lovely pictures. I do suggest you read it.

As for the multitudes of other things I have to write about, I've jotted them down on my phone and new iPod Touch (had to get it in somewhere!) and will get to it soon I promise. After all, I have 11 weeks till work starts!!

Hwyl a sbrii

A matter of life and death

2009-05-28T14:41:00.003Z

We moved to this house when I was seven and my brother was five. That was (*sums*) 15 years ago. Soon after we moved I won a fish at a fair. I still have that fish along with 4 others in a tank in the living room. They've grown and changed they're spots, but they're still there!

In the other living room we have a tropical fish tank. This is quite new, it being only about 3 years old. About two years ago my beloved bought a catfish for the tank. It was about the size of the nail on my thumb, black and white and rather pretty.

Very soon however it started growing becoming much much larger than the rest of the fish in the tank. To my beloved and I it became the leviathan and quite scary to be honest! It was, truth be told, the only thing to give character to the tank.

A few days however, the catfish was found dead. We'd been under the impression it was depressed for a few months but still, it was a suprise. It got buried in the garden, partly out of respect, and partly because we were scared it would block the toilet (!! ;-) !!).

But to cheer us up, the guppies (the male was a less magnificent version of this fish!) had litlle baby guppies! So now, although there is something rather large missing from our tank,. it has been filled to mome degree with at least ten little tiny (and I mean tiny) baby guppies!

Hwyl a sbrii

On not bending my legs

2009-04-14T10:09:00.004Z

I've developed quite a neat way of going up the stairs without bending my knees. It involves using my hands as balance and support and than penduluming my legs behind me (left to right) so that at the top of their swing they can move on to the next step. Graceful and ladylike it is not. Painless it is.

Why would I need to go up stairs without bending my knees I hear you ask. The answer simply put is alcahol. I went to a gig, drank a bit started walking to crash at someones house and promptly forgot which foot went next so I tried both at once. Resulting in me headbutting someone in their unmentionables and scraping my knees rather badly. But all was weel, I apologized, we laughed, we reached the house, we drank some more, we slept.

The next day? Painville. My knees were fine when bent or straight but the transition between both really hurt. How do kids fall over and not die from pain?! This used to be nothing to me but now I have to create a new way of going up the stairs because it hurts so much? I'm going soft!

And of course, since it was a drunken accident, I get no sympathy watsoever. It was my own fault I know, but it still bloody hurts. Can someone offer me a cup of tea or something?!

It's better by now and I can bend my legs much better. I will not however be wearing a skirt for quite a long time as my legs are all black and blue and scabby. Damn good timing as well - this has been a prime wearing skirt weekend.

I shall however, continue not bending my legs whilst going up stairs. Mainly because it is fun.

Hwyl a sbrii

So this is it?

2009-03-24T12:32:00.001Z

So i've got one of those things tommorow that you get in the real world - you know - an interview. For a job. One of those scary things that I'll have to go to every day and do stuff and have resposibilities. And get paid (which is vitally important of course).

I've had a mock interview, and I've had a run through of the lesson i'm supposed to give and although i obviously need to make minor changes, they went well.

And so i'm feeling confident.

Not that I'll get the job - oh no! I'm sure someone else will get the job (I know two of the other applicant and frankly, I think they're better than me!). But I'm confident that I'll do the best I can and do myself justice.

I've bought an expensive new suit (and I'll flippin well wear it forever the amount i've spent on it) so at leat I'll look fabulous!

Wish me luck!

Hwyl a Sbrii

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Running a whole office off one plug

2009-03-04T14:12:00.001Z

That is what I have been doing since the last post.

The work load is, in all honesty, ridiculous. When they say before you begin a teaching course that there is lots of work you shrug it off and go "yeah wo-efy, I can handle work".

Which is true. I can handle it; just about. But then I have a boyfriend who would like to see me from time to time, a body that just wants to sleep all the time and 3 more series' of x-files to watch the time just dissapears. Oh, and jobs to apply for.

But there we are. I'm not complaining (not reallyanyway); it's just that I need people to know that's why I'm not around - why I'm not blogging!

So there I was last night; running a printer scanner copier, laptop and laminator off one plug. I wanted a lamp on as well really, but there we go. I'm not complaining.

Not all the time anyway.

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Unexpected

2009-02-13T14:06:00.001Z

I have an unexpected free lesson. It's nearly the end of the day at the end of the term and I have nothing to do.

That's a lie - I have loads to do but I have over half term to do them and although i'll regret this next weekend I've nothing to do except waiting for the next 40 minutes to pass me by.

It's half an hour by now. I've just made a poerpoint slide to show my class exactly the same information that's allready in their books. You know, in case they forget how to turn a page or something.

I suppose I shouldn't complain, and I'm not, not really. I'm just anxious for the working day to be over so that i can drive down to Aberystwyth and then on to Cardiff on monday to catch up with friends and get up to good old fashioned drunken shinanegans.

speak to you soon

hwyl a sbrii

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extremely superior

2009-02-10T21:11:00.003Z

Last Wednesday I was driving to work with an extremely Superior look on my face. There were two reasons;

1. I had had two days off work because of snow whilst nobody else had - I'd been stuck while the school was open. I had two days of sledging whilst everyone else went to school.

2. I had more snow on my car than the whole area around me had.

So every car I saw I laughed evilly at them. "mwahaha" I'd say "look at my snow! Don't you wish you had snow half as wonderful as mine......" Then I'd stop because the car had past, and start again "Mwahaha...."

Alas, the snow is now gone. No more sledging, no more snowballs, no more snow days.

However the snow on our track is still there - as cold and slippy as ever. Which means of course that we have to park at the bottom of the road and walk up to the house. I am not impressed - my work bags are very heavy.

Damn you snow!

Hwyl a sbrii

On being ill

2009-01-12T11:51:00.003Z

I'm really really good at being sick when I'm healthy.

I understand this sounds ridiculous but let me explain. I am really good at complaining that I feel ill or complaining that something hurts. If I'm honest, I probably just like the attention and the sympathy.

When I'm actually not well however, I'm quite bad at it.

I reach a stage that can only be classed as denial. Even if I am ill enough to admit some sort of cold or something I will still maintain that I am healthy enough to do stuff.

Like go to lectures and buying new laptops.

But nooo, apparently I'm ill and should stay home. Bah....*sniffcoughshudder*

Hwyl a sbrii

One woman folk band

2008-12-28T19:02:00.004Z

I think I'm becoming a one woman folk band

When I was about 9 I started getting piano lessons. I wanted to be able to play the piano but I was too lazy to practice. So by the time I was 18 I'd passed my grade 5 (just) but had to stop lessons because I was going to university. Since then of course I've started playing a lot more piano even though I've forgotten how to.

I started playing the guitar in my teens because that's what everyone was doing. I was going to be cool even if it killed me. By now I've reached a level I cannot pass (which isn't very high by the way) and I'm still not cool.

Charangos have been in the house for ever. My dad plays quite well and through him I've learnt. I got my charango on my 18th birthday and even though I don't play often or well enough, I love playing.

This christmas santa gave me a bodhran. Santa doesn't realise that I barely have enough rythm to clap my hands to a song, but that's besides the point. It is beautiful and I'm really looking forward to learning to play!

So here I am sitting in front of my laptop with no inspiration to write let alone learn to play an instrument. The want is there don't get me wrong - I really want to be able to play an instrument well but it's so damn cold and there's a fire here...

someday?

Happy new year everybody. Hwyl a sbrii

Last week of term

2008-12-16T14:12:00.001Z

The week before holidays were the best ones when I was at school.

In primary school you got to bring games with you and play them all day. The headmasrter had a dog and he used to bring it with him on the last two days of school and we used to take turns walking it around the yard. It. was. great!

In secondary school we got to play cards. I learnt all the card tricks and games that I know now on the last days of term. Or, we played truth or dare. Inevitably, we chose truth most of the time and questions like "who would you rather kiss?" or "who would you like to be stuck on a dessert island with?" would cause giggles and embarrassment. Sometimes we played a game like a class and although we thought that was a "a bit shit" to begin the lesson, we'd always get into it.

Now however I'm on the other side. Pupils ask me straight away if they can watch a dvd in class. "What?!" I say, "there's a whole week left of term" and promptly continue revising for the test I'm setting tommorrow. I have to continue teaching them you see, unless a teacher tells me not to because I'm trying to impress people so that they give me a job once I finish the course next year.

But I'm still young enough to remember what it was like - I loved the last week of school. So I'll give them work but dammit if it won't be just a little bit fun!

Hwyl a Sbrii

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e-blog

2008-12-10T18:42:00.001Z

I e-mail blogs a lot more often now because I can't access blogger at work (this is also why I don't comment as often as I would like - I'm still reading I promise). So I appologise for the advertisments at the bottom of my posts. I will try my best to delete them as often as I can.

Hwyl a Sbrii

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ficto-blog - shining time

2008-12-10T18:37:00.001Z

He has a clock that shines the time onto his roof.

I'm not sure why it does this. Is it because looking at the roof is easier than looking at the digital display of the clock? Or is it so people like me can stare at it and know how long sleep hides from us.

As time goes on I see patterns. I remember an ex used to see patterns in times and dates all the time. He would challenge himself to do it everytime he looked at a clock. Be it a pattern in the analog time (eg smiling face), a pattern in the digital display (eg 10:01) or a pattern in the date and time together (eg 4:56 on the12th of March becomes 12/3 4:56); he would try and spot one every time.

I never understood it at the time. Guess that's why he's an ex.

But now in a semi-crazed state that is sleep deprivation; when you're so tired you're awake and your flesh burns for sleep which evades you, I see it. It keeps me going. And maybe I'll spend a whole minute trying to find a pattern and not see it, but it doesn't matter because there's another minute coming.

Maybe that's a philosiphy for life.

It doesn't matter that I can't sleep, there will be another bed, on another night, in somebody elses arms to try again. And hopefully succeed.

Hwyl a Sbrii

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On growing up (again)

2008-12-01T18:36:00.000Z

In answer to my blog a few months ago I'm here to update you on my growing up status. To quote myself:

"The general consensus however was that this was going to stop eventually. We were going to have to grow up and have responsibilities and stuff. Sure, we'd still get drunk (quite often), but it would have to be arranged. Be it around work, children, sleep or other, it would have to be arranged."

Oh, the naiivety. To think that "eventually" then was so far away. It's been three weeks since I saw a pub. Three weeks since I tasted cool cider flowing down my throat and melting my mind. Three weeks too long by far.

And it's true - I have to arrange to go out now. I see my friend when we play hockey on Wednesday nights and we say that we'll definetely do something next week. Here's hoping this time...

I'm stupidly excited to go shopping monday night on my own. How sad is that? Is this what growing up really feels like? Or will I be forever in this stage of thinking that I'm growing up. Age is a state of mind afterall....isn't it?

So the title to this blog shoud read "on growing up (still)"? Or "on growing up (apparently)"? Or "sober and lonely"?

Bah humbug.

Hwyl a sbrii

quotes I like

2008-11-25T18:36:00.000Z

I read this quote today:
"What makes the level of violence in Armageddon legitimate, I think, is that there really is no other way of dealing with an asteroid approaching Earth except to send Bruce Willis to drill a hole in it and blow it up with a nuke"
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/7730142.stm
and it made mae smile.

And I've been listening a lot to this song over the weekend:
"....
And everything depends upon
how near you sleep to me
...
I love to see you naked over there
especially from the back
...
You're faithful to the better man,
I'm afraid that he left.
So let me judge your love affair
in this very room where I have sentenced
mine to death."
[take this longing, Leonard Cohen]

That also made me smile.

So I got to thinking of other quotes that I like. Whether they make me smile or think here are some more quotes I like.

"It's not in colour, but that's all right,
War's better seen in black and white,
White for us and black for them
With no grey shadows inbetween"
[War correspondent, Eric Bogle]

Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
[attributed to Groucho Marx]

I can see you standing over a hot stove, but I can't see the stove
[Groucho in Duck Soup]

"And every breath we drew was hallelujah"
[hallelujah, leonard cohen] - this just makes me...thoughtful? I can't think of a specific emotion but it makes me draw a breath from the center of my soul and as I exhale I smile, slightly, eyes closed.

Hwyl a sbri

First sight

2008-11-11T17:35:00.000Z

I don't remember how I met most people. I've known you all my life right? I mean there is no defining moment when I thought "wow, I'm meeting a new person who will be my friend now forever". Not with most people anyway.

But then there are some whom I do. And these aren't always important people in my life, they're just random individuals who i am glad to call friends. One of these people is living with my brother now.

It was a lovely september afternoon about two years ago. Me and my friend got off a bus in penllyn, and walked up a small hill to the pub. There was a light breeze, the sun was smilling for a change and everything was good for two reasons. Firstly, I was returning to university the next day, and secondly, I'd had a few pints.

It was about 7pm and as we neared the pub I saw a girl in a straw hat sitting outside. A beautiful evening to be doing so I thought to myself. Odd that she doesn't have a pint but there we are.

The pub of course was closed - he'd gone home to get some food (the wonderful world that is Ty newydd Sarn) and so me, my friend and this girl started talking.

And I'm sorry, I truly am, but I don't remember when I met most of you, if indeed I have. And there is nothing special about people I do remember meeting. It may be that I just remember meeting people when slightly intoxicated. It may need to be a sunny day for me to remember seeing you for the first time. Or maybe, and this is the most likely, you need to wear a hat of some sort.

That's that I'm afraid

Hwyl a Sbrii

This is gonna be good...

2008-10-31T10:10:00.003Z

It's gonna be a weekend. I can feel it in my bones.

All the signs say it's gonna be good. It's Halloween, there's a big weekend of drinking ahead and there's a gig tonight and tomorrow. My dearest friend is coming as well, I'm at Aberystswyth, and I'm getting my first grant today so I'm gonna buy a new digital camera (after being without one for 6 months). Also, tomorrow we'll be wearing t-shirts with each others faces on, as you do.

But I've been looking forward to this weekend for weeks. I've been building it up as the ultimate weekend of seeing old friends, dressing up, listening to good music and getting very very drunk. So there is quite a big chance that I've built it up too much and it's going to crash and burn.

My costume wont be as good as I envisage it, I know that. I'm gonna look like a cross dresser with wings (I'm supposed to be a bat).

It could be one of those weekends that I can't get drunk. So then I'll not only be looking like a bit of a twat, but I'll be a sober twat.

My grant could not have arrived, there mightn't be a camera left in the shop (the one I want anyway) and the t-shirts might look awful.

But who am I to be pessimistic? Who am I to think the worse when my heart tells me this weekend is gonna be great!

Hwyl a sbrii

Twistorilin

2008-10-23T18:30:00.001Z

If I'm honest, I've stolen this off Huw's blog (a welsh blog) but I love it so much I must spread the word! I must make everyone sit and read the website as I have done! It makes me want to twitter, even though I've tried it before and got bored.

This website makes me happy instantly so go read Twistori. (especially the love ones) Please, and enjoy!

Hwyl a Sbrii

Booboo

2008-10-21T19:12:00.001Z

I have made a massive booboo. It is a complete and utter disaster. I cannot believe that I have been so utterly foolish!

For his birthday, my mother bought my dad a ticket to see christy moore in liverpool. No problemo there, as my brother did the internet ordering. He is, after all, the one doing a computer degree.

A few weeks ago however, my mother asks me to book a hotel for them. After much searching and swearing at expensive establishments, I managed to find a decent, reasonably priced hotel and promptly booked it. So far so good.

Yesterday, my mother asked me to print off a map of Liverpool and mark the philarmonic hall and their hotel on it. I have no idea which hotel I've booked them into. Absoulutely no memory of how the hotel looked or what the website was, nothing.

Did they send me a comfirmation email? no.
Is it in my browsers history? no
Did I save it as a favourite on the computer? no but I did save another one, which I know is the wrong one. Handy eh?

They're going tommorow and eventually I'm going to have to admit to my humongous mistake and to the fact that they're paying for a hotel I can't direct them to. Or tell them the name of. But will I do it now? Soon? never!

Hwyl a sbrii

P.S. Any suggestions for a cool halloween costume would be greatly appreciated. I do so love halloween (if I live that far...)

Then and Now

2008-10-16T17:51:00.001Z

So there I was. Carefree, drunk and sleeping at least 10 hours every night I wasn't at the pub. In massive debt but not caring because so was everybody else and dammit if the man was going to stop me having fun. I didn't care 'bout nothing. Untill exam time anyway. And even then; yes, even when my whole "life" depended on that 2 hours coming up tommorow, I still managed to spend most of my evening drinking tea and dreaming it was cider.

Then I grew up. Or was told to do so. Or, even better, was made to do so by lack of money and anything better to do. Or, if I'm totally truthful, I wanted (ever so slightly in my youthful foolishness) to do so.

So here I am. Presentable, sober and tired. I'm at the pub once every two weeks at most. I'm still in debt even though I'm being paid loadsamoney to do what I'm doing; it dissaprears on petrol and on respectable clothes and on petrol. I care about how I look, I care about what my coworkers think of me and I care about how well I'm doing. My whole life depends on every day and I actually care. I drink tea because it makes me happy and I don't think of cider until the weekends. I have been made to be anonomous.

Who am I? I'm not sure, you'll have to tell me. I am, for now at least, an avid blogger with no intention of doing anything important.

Hwyl a sbrii

Today

2008-10-04T17:58:00.004Z

Today I have been mostly sitting on my arse in front of the television playing kakuro on the internet.

I have not taken a new picture that shows me in my truly sexy glory whilst at the same time hiding my true identity. I need this picture for the blog you see, by Monday.

I have not cleaned the house as I must do by 10pm when my mother arrives home.

I have not cleaned my room or sorted my files out which is what I promised myself to do as I need to do this also by Monday.

I have not had tea yet and it is 7pm.

I have not, despite playing it all day, got any better at kakuro. My best time is still the time I got on my third try.

I have however, blogged twice today and also managed not to cry even though my laptop is broken (again). Successful day me thinks.

Hwyl a sbrii

London Marathon

2008-10-04T16:37:00.002Z

When I was very young, I said that I was going to run the london marathon when I was 18. When I was about 15 my brother told me he wanted to run it with me. So I changed my plan and decided that I was going to run it when I was 21 (so that my brother would be old enough to run the full marathon with me). So last Aprill, the second the ballot opened for the 2009 London Marathon, my name went in the hat.

And then came the waiting. 6 months of half arsed jogging: not wanting to train fully in case I didn't get in, and not wanting to sit about waiting, doing nothing, in case I got caught out not fit enough when I did get in.

So the first week of October has arrived and here I am waiting for the letter to tell me my fate. On the one hand I want to get in to fufill my dream and to raise some good money for charity. On the other hand however, I seceretly (not so seceretly anymore) want to be rejected. I mean I'm doing my teachers training this year, its a really tough year with lots and lots of work! I don't need the stress of jogging and running and training on top of lesson plans and lesson evaluation and tears!

Yesterday the dreaded letter came. I'm happy with it's content: There'll be other marathons when I don't have so much to do....of course by that time I'll be about 13 stones and have to roll the marathon instead of running it, but that's beside the point.

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For the want of tea

2008-09-19T07:18:00.004Z

I don't get angry very often.

I get teary, fustrated, moody, grumpy, lonely, happy and doc, but not often will you see me angry.

And I don't mean angry in the way that masterchef makes me angry, or angry in the way that m'dearest licking my ear makes me. No I mean angry.

It's been a fair few months since I've been proper angry, so this morning as I flew around the house in a whirlwind of dust and sleep, it's fair to assume that I didn't expect to get angry. Grumpy because it was 7:20, yes. Fustrated because I was late, yes. Angry to the point of hitting something and crying because I'd forgotten my flask? No.

It's not so much that I don't have a flask with me at uni today but more of the fact that I'd hurried to finish making it and I'd risked being later because of it. I just put it down on the table next to my bag to put my shoes on, and I left the bloody thing on the table.

So now here I am. At university at 8am despite the fact that my lectures don't start till 11 because I wanted to be a good girlfriend, and take my boyfriend to work so that his parents didn't have to. Without a flask. I will have to wait until lunchtime for a cup of tea and that won't be as nice as the tea I make. It never is.

So if any of you are in the Bangor area today, bring me a cuppa tea, please.

Hwyl a sbrii

Still alive

2008-09-18T14:36:00.003Z

I'm sorry I havn't blogged lately. i really am. But it's not like I'm neglecting the blog at all, because i'm not. I'm actually going through the 450 posts I've written (in both welsh and English) and deleting all names and faces from them.

You see, I'm going to be a student teacher next month and I don't care much for the thought that my students will be able to read of my drunken and/or bored antics.

So don't worry, i'm still here. I'll be back to normal soon, although anonomous!

Hwyl a sbrii

On hearing voices

2008-07-28T13:23:00.004Z

Is it possible to fall in love with a voice? Knowing nothing about a person except how his voice sounds, is it possible to have feelings about him? And I don't just mean those lovey-dovey feelings they talk about in films either - sure, they're there, but I'm also talking about those type of feelings.

I guess that's possible, its not too crazy is it? I'd believe that if I read about it in a trashy magazine (as much as I believe any story in a magazine). You can learn a lot about a person from his voice, I'm willing to except that.

But can you fall in love with a voice (or the person who owns that voice) if you've only heard it singing?

Because I have. I've been listening a lot to Avenue Q lately and I've fallen in love with one of the characters (which is weird because he's a puppet) On the cd he's played by John Targatlia and although he ain't that bad looking, he isn't what his voice promised me.

And sure, I have a boyfriend, and sure he makes me happy. I don't hate his voice but his singing doesn't make me think of kittens in cups.

Which sucks, but seeing as I've just been to Madrid with him and his family, I'll cope ;-) .

Hwyl a sbrii

Madrid Post and pictures coming soon.

Breakthrough

2008-07-16T21:50:00.003Z

Breakthrough on the wordpress front. I have managed to access it and have decided to import this blog first. I wont be moving it for a few weeks though, I want to work it all out first!!!
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On being me

2008-07-16T21:27:00.004Z

I am a girl
This is a fact that I tried to avoid for years when I was young, but breasts (although small) and a lack of male genetailia has forced me to accept the fact that I am, probably, of the female gender.

I am moody
I always know I'm going to be moody and think that I can control it. I never can. I always end up crying outside curry's because I have no money and then watching sliding doors.

I want to look good
Despite the fact that I have a boyfriend who thinks I look lovely all the time (or so he says...), and despite the fact that I say that I dislike people who spend too much time getting ready and who worry too much about their appearence, I want to look good. I plan outfits for occasions days if not weeks beforehand and end up getting drunk and thus looking auful (well...drunk!).

But all in all? It's good to be me! And dammit all if I'm not going to look awsome this weekend at sesiwn fawr dolgellau (and at my graduation first).

Now to watch sliding doors...
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Technical Difficulties

2008-07-14T21:11:00.004Z

So I asked my brother to set me up a wordpress blog. I was going to start my move there soon (Welsh and English) so that I could be more anonomous before I start teaching (I was going to edit as I moved) and also it would be more pretty and stuff.

And he has, to be fair, done it. Within 24 hours and all.

The trouble is, I have no idea how to access it. I know where my blog is, but I can't change it or anything. And I don't want to ask him or I'll look like the simple fool I am. Who am I to dive out of my depth. Pah.

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Promise (ish)

2008-07-10T11:53:00.002Z

After seeing them comments to my comment to the blog I linked to last time (see below) (I'm confused) I promise (ish) to at least go into an Ann summers-type shop next time I see one when I'm alone. Maybe. I promise to satand outside the door looking wierd at least.

Coz that's what I do.

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Naivety

2008-07-09T13:06:00.003Z

After reading Léonie's blog today, I've come to the conclusion that I am waaay too naive. In fact I've always known this. I was a late bloomer on the swearing front and until I started university people still told me that swearing didn't suit me.

'Coz nice little girls don't swear...

I'm glad to say that I swear often now and feel all adult-y and naughty. Tihihi!

I still however feel embarrassed when I buy underwear. I recently treated myself to two new bras and this is the most extreme I've gone I think. I have never even walked into an underwear only shop and this worries me. I can't even think about self enjoying toys without looking around me in case someone notices my impure thoughts.

I have to stop writing now and maybe have a shower...I'm feeling all dirty! I don't really, I just feel incredibly uncomfortable. I also feel very...open as my blog is not in anyway anonymous. Hmmm.

Hwyl a sbrii

Wannabe

2008-06-28T19:13:00.005Z

I read quite a few blogs, not a lot of them get on my sidebar because I'm lazy. A few of the blogs that I read have a new meme cirulating and as half of them (note him and him) aren't tagging anyone and the other half won't tag me (because I have no friends*) so I've just decided to do it anyway. Everyone has tagged me really, they just don't know it yet! So here we go!

1) WHAT WAS I DOING TEN YEARS AGO?
I was 11. So I was ending my first year in secondary school. I had the same best friend that I'd had all through primary school who was taller than me and much more confident, so I was mostly in her shadow (in more ways than 1) I didn't really come to life untill I was about 15. Anyway, this is when I met my boyfriend for the first time - me and my tall friend used to chase him and call him a squirel because he had a squeeky laugh. By this time my tall friend and him had been together and finished I think.

2) WHAT ARE FIVE THINGS ON YOUR TO-DO LIST TODAY?
-Get up to have breakfast 2 hours before lunch so I can jog to my boyfriends house for lunch (I succeeded a bit too much in this - woke up at 8....a bit too early)
-Play as much zelda as possible so that I'm far ahead of my boyfriend because he's home now and therefore he's going to be in front of the wii for days trying to complete it before me (the difference is, although I'd prefer to be playing video games, I have other things to do) (I've played as much as possible but cannot play anymore. Not because I'm stuck but because I've reached a temple that scares the bejeebus out of me)
-See my boyfriend for the first time in 3 weeks
-*CENSORED*
-In order to have one point that does not involve my boyfriend; play a board game. I adore board games but my family does not. Damn.

3) FOUR THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A BILLIONAIRE
- Pay off my student debt, and those of my brother and boyfriend. Pay off my family's debt also.
- Buy a house; nothing fancy just so I don't have to live at home anymore!!
- First and foremost, get very very very drunk, and pay for my friends drinks and their wages for the following day also, so that they didn't have to have a hangover at work.
-Buy David Tennant. He is for sale isn't he?

4) FIVE PLACES I HAVE LIVED
- Home
- Old Home
-Pantycelyn, Aberystwyth
- Cocabyjingo, Aberystwyth

well I practically live with my boyfriend half the time so I'll add;
-Boyfriend's home

5) THREE OF MY BAD HABITS
- I tend to harmonise with every song I hear. Badly.
- I have mild ocd about small things
- I love doctor who. A bit too much.

6) FIVE JOBS I'VE HAD
-Working for my dad: oiling slates and sticking felts on their backs.
-Marking work in an exra curricular mathematics club.
-Gwynedd Council: admin work
-Waitress - I despised it
-Mantell Gwynedd: admin work

7) HOW DID YOU NAME YOUR BLOG?
Well I've got the blog name and the blog address.

The blog address:
My first nickname on any website was lackofbrain. But once, I joined a website and that name was taken so I decided on wierdo (spelt wrong, because I was young and welsh). And since my English aint that good, I speak Wenglish. Hence Wenglishwierdo.

The blog name:
One of my faveroute songs is and will be "chelsea hotel #2" and it contains the best lyrics of any song ever written: "And clenching your fists for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty, you fixed yourself, you said "well nevermind, we are ugly but we have the music" And so, when I needed a title, voilah!

8)TAGGING
I aint tagging anyone because I wasn't tagged. So there.

Hwyl a sbrii

*note I'm being tounge in cheek here!

Warning: wine induced

2008-06-27T20:39:00.003Z

I've spent the last...40 minutes reading blogs and drinking wine. Just following one link to the next and reading the good ones as I go along whilst gradually finding it harder to concentrate. It's how I like to spend my "bored" time, when someone is watching the television so I can't play zelda on the wii. However today it has not made me happy. It has instead made me confused and ever so slightly angry.

I came across this blog in my travels. I enjoyed reading it, don't get me wrong, but then I came to this post which made me angry and confused at the same time (you should see my face when I'm both of them and tipsy).

On the one hand she has a right to say whatever she wants to say. That in my opinion is what blogging is all about. Which leads me on nicely to what makes me angry about the post. Surely someone is allowed to blog even if it's a shit blog? Surely we don't have to all be novelists? It is the readers choice if a blog is worth it's salt (I have a feeling that this is a Welsh expression that I've just translated, the wine is melting the bilingual part of my brain) and thus if it is a good blog it will have readers, if not, it will have none.
(I do however see her point a bit here. Is it fair that readers should trawl through shitty blogs to find the gems?)

I have to speculate that this reaction to the blog is me being defensive. I mean I know that this isn't the best blog in the world, I read many more and think "damn, this blog is so much better than mine!". But sometimes I just need to vent. And one blog was apparently not enough because sometimes I need to vent in English. However I will defend this right to my death (or at least some sort of bitch fight...ish)!

Also on my travels I found a lot of anonymous bloggers. This raised a lot of questions that have been on the back of my mind for quite some time. How anonymous should a blogger be? On the one hand I try to refrain from naming my friends, because embarrassing them would be cruel and unjust. I am however quite free with information about me as it is my blog and therefore my choice to divulge secrets (or the wines). But I want to be a teacher. Should I be more anonymous in case my future pupils come across my blogs?

On that front, I'm going to get my brother to design me a swish word-press blog over the summer and then as I launch it I will make sure it is more anonymous - good plan?

When I say "launch" it sounds exciting, like there will be a party involved. There will no doubt be alcohol, but it will be entering my blood stream.

Anyway, wine induced rambling over. It may be the wine but this feels like the most sense I've made in a long time...should I perhaps get drunk more often?!

Hwyl a sbrii

I feel I should have written this on my Welsh blog as that has atleast a few readers, but after reading so many English blogs just now, my brain has decided to think in English.

Who'd 'ave thunk it?

2008-06-27T12:54:00.003Z

I seem to have passed my exams. I'm going to graduate. One day I will probably maybe be a teacher....

Oh god. I'm going to be grown up.

I went to gwyl car Gwyllt in Blaenau Ffestiniog last weekend and generally just got drunk, as per usual. It was a random weekend because I'd been in Aberystwyth the night before in a party and then drove up to Blaenau with no actual plans - we slept in a car. I enjoy random weekends when I arrive home broke, hungover, tired and stinking.

The general consensus however was that this was going to stop eventually. We were going to have to grow up and have responsibilities and stuff. Sure, we'd still get drunk (quite often), but it would have to be arranged. Be it around work, children, sleep or other, it would have to be arranged.

Oh god...I'm gonna have children. Little me's that will need me to be sane and responsible.

But there's no real need to worry about kids, I've got it all sorted. When they're young I will leave them with their grandparents. When they're older I will take them to gigs with me, like I was dragged along with my parents when I was young. They will probably hate it because they can feel the music inside them and because mummy and daddy will be slurry and stupid, but I will take them none the less.

And during the nine months (and more) when I'm pregnant/breast feeding? I dunno, I'll lick frogs or something.

And I know I know, I'm getting a few years ahead of myself, but damn it's scary.

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Armrest Rant

2008-06-16T16:04:00.003Z

There was a time where I must have been more assertive. That's the only explanation I can find to why I do not get armrests in cinemas or on trains anymore. In the days when I got to rest my weary arms after using them so much to eat popcorn and stuff, I always checked to see if someone else needed the armrest, especially if I had access to both. Am I the only person polite enough to do this? And is this politeness the reason I have lost my armrest right?

There should be a rule that everyone can rest their left arm for half an hour and then swap etc. You would of course have the right to waver this right so that someone else got both but that would have to be your choice and you would not be allowed to use the wrong armrest if the other person wanted it! Or maybe I'm imposing too many rules and fast approaching a Gorge Orwell story.

If rules aren't to be imposed I implore you to give up one of your armrests; think of others and their arms, think of [ppr sods like me who have to write whinny blogs about armrests instead of turning around to the person next to me in the cinema or on the train and saying "excuse me you selfish armrest hogging annoying person. You have two armrests whereas I have none. I am telling you instead of the person on my other side because they're only using one armrest and it is not their fault that it happens to be on my side. But you however, you make my blood boil and I have a right mind to set my hamster (or other small marsupial) on you. So in mercy's name, please please move"....

...or something to that effect.

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New Design

2008-06-15T13:21:00.002Z

So, new design. Not sure about it yet. I like the header but I miss the "bad spelling, gramar and humour...etc" so I might add that. I haven't quite grasped html yet but when I do I might change it more. Or i might ask my brother to do it as he's better than me at designing and better at html also. But don't tell him that!

Please let me know what you think.

There's a proper blog coming up once I type it up. I say blog, what I mean is rant. It's in ink format at the moment but it'll be here soon!

Hwyl a sbrii

Milestones

2008-06-06T10:21:00.004Z

So this is me. I'm home to live for at least the next year. I'm bored already! But it OK because my boyfriend will be living at home too so I'll go there when I need a break from rules, chores and nagging.

I'm 21. God help me. I'm in my twenties well and proper. Scary stuff. Although I didn't celebrate with a big party as I'd wanted I did enjoy myself and took lots and lots of stupid pictures (to be put online soon) and got to go out for a meal with me parents and me brother. I got a wii from my mum and dad so I'm happily prancing about the front room everyday now. Now to spend lots and lots of my birthday money on games!!

I've left university. This song made me cry the other day:

Ignore the video but the song is from the avenue q musical.

There's nothing more to say - I don't wanna get too nostalgic....yet

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Exam Fever and smartie party

2008-05-21T09:54:00.005Z

Exam fever is like cabin fever. It makes you go crazy. Spending hours and hours looking at work you should know but don't whilst getting less than half the sleep you normally do. You end up counting minutes until you hourly tea break. Or spend hours sitting on the stairs talking to other studying people. Or making a chain of paper people holding hands and colouring them in to look like your housemates.

Not that I do any of them of course, I spend all my time studying and damn well enjoy it....

So that is the reason I have not been blogging, I appologise. 5 down, 3 to go and if I fail another exam I will fail my degree, so no pressure.

Smartie Party?

I want a smartie party for my 21st birthday next week. But I think we'll just go on the piss instead!

Anyway, I will be finishing uni next week so expect more blogs after that...maybe. Also expect a new header design (designed whilst studying, of course!)

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France - Day 4 - Age

2008-04-17T21:18:00.003Z

There are 8 of us on this Holiday. You have m'dearest's mum and dad, his mum's mum and dad, his brother and his cousin. And then of course you have m'dearest and I. It is interesting to see how everybody splits up into groups. You have the two youngest that stay together most of the time; playing badminton in the living room - or their new invention, slipper badminton. I quite often join this group as I'm rather childish you see, and enjoy running around on beaches or playing hide and seek.

Other times, me and my love join the adults; ie the other 4 and we do civilised stuff like drink tea and do crosswords.

On the other hand you have the "old people"* These are the generation that fall over in the street and think it lucky that they have a pole to fall around, these are the people who drop knives o their feet and think it lucky that it didn't hit their bad toe, these are the people that throw wine everywhere and break glasses. Although they sometimes behave sensibly and do crosswords and drink tea, you can't leave them alone anywhere or they'll cause havoc.

Anyway, today we went to Abbeville because we wanted to see the Abbey. Unfortunately the Abbey in Abbeville is not in Abbeville but in fact in a village outside. Even though we didn't go see the Abbey, there was a rather nice church there with pretty stained glass windows and such like. I'm guessing I might insert pictures but as I'm writing this in a pad I'm not sure at the moment.**

The town itself however wasn't as pretty. The impression I got was very...industrial. Lots of cars, not very clean-cut and center-of town like.

Tonight we went to champion for the first time (it's been closed over the bank holiday weekend) and bought lots and lots (and lots) of cheese (insert wallace and gromit rabbit animation here) God how I love cheese!

Oh, and we've finally sorted the electricity! Woo! Warm croissant for breakfast tomorrow!

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*I've given this blog address to m'dearest's grandparents so I'm being deliberately cruel. I promise that most of this is tongue in cheek! Then again, I've been so horribly slow typing this blog up, they might not read it and therefore being cruel is pointless.

**I'm on somebody else's laptop and therefore don't have the pictures at hand so sorry, no photos!

Why I am awsome 2

2008-04-04T19:06:00.002Z

Well actually its the same reason as last time only better.

I'm sure there must be a mistake...

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(promise I haven't edited - my brother is witness)

France - Day 3 - Frozen Birds

2008-04-04T18:25:00.003Z

I doubt my fingers have been as cold as they were today in a looong time. It was snowing and it felt even colder and there I was in my jacket, scarff and hat holding my binoculars and video camera with un-gloved naked hands. Silly silly mistake.

We were at a bird sanctuary and my gloves were at Aberystwyth. A bit far to pick back and go get them! I had borrowed binoculars and I had m0dearest's video camera and so I felt very adventurous. The gadget doth maketh the bird watcher. In my opinion I got some great steady shots of some commorants and storks and stuff even though I didn't have a tripod. I say there steady but as I'm writing this down in a pink pad with a fluffy kitten on it, I haven't seen the videos; m'dearests camera has been known to destroy the video when you watch it back - I aint riskin my masterwork for anything! I shall wait 'till we get home and I can have it on my laptop. But even then I'm gonna have to wait untill I see m'dearest again, which could be some time (June ish). Damn.

We've been here 3 days and the electricity is still playing up. It might stay on for hours on end but then it'll turn off randomly and it might not work again for hours. There is no pattern or logic as to why it doesn't work, but the easter weekend is over tommorrow so we'll hopefully get an electrician. If he doesn't speek english we'll have some problems but I suppose thats part of the "adventure" of coming to France!!

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France - Day 2 - OCD

2008-04-03T21:05:00.002Z

I may have mentioned this before, I can't remember (I'm too lazy to check); but I have fairly mild OCD about some things. Forks are one of them; they have to be straight: which was hell when I lived at Pantycelyn. Going to the toilet is another one.

In public toilets where you can take toilet paper sheet by sheet I have to take an odd number of sheers (I haven't worked out what to do if I take two lots of toilet paper - do I make the total odd or only use odd number of sheets at a time). I sometimes stretch to counting the sheets off a toilet roll but that's normally only when I'm drunk.

Another feature of my toilet OCD is that once I've used a toilet, I try and use the same one again. This includes in pubs and everything. I don't stretch to leaving a toilet empty while I wait for the one I want but if I'm not desperate I will let someone else go before me. At our house Aberystwyth house and at this house in France I have picked the toilet at the top of the house. Silly me. At least I got some exercise I suppose.

I adore France. Especially French Markets. The smells, the sounds, the colours - everything. We walked down to the town today to the market in St Valery sur Somme. It was bigger than I expected, as is the town. Although I can't spend hours walking around the market I do like to see everything at least once. And then maybe again to decide whether I want to purchase anything.

This afternoon I played hide and seek for the first time in years. On the one hand I'm older and therefore I'm able to find better hiding places and I'm more methodical with my searching. On the other hand however, I'm much bigger than I was when I used to be when I played last. I can see a good hiding place but when I finally finish squashing and squeezing myself in, it is not guaranteed that I'll be able to stay there for the duration of the game! By the end of the game I felt more like a 50 year old than a 20 year old; making noises when I bent over and all.

Before bed we played cranium and watched stardust: all in all, a very satisfying Sunday!

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France - Day 1 - Take the Hint

2008-04-02T18:30:00.008Z

Seven thirty a.m.. I've been up for over an hour after a bad nights sleep on the floor of my dearests grandparents house in West Brom and we're off to Dover to sail to France. It only takes 3 hours to drive to Dover but we start 5 hours before we need to be there because they're threatening snow and Easter weekend traffic. Of course it only takes 3 hours. We wait for an hour and a half for the speed ferry before they tell us it's cancelled. Damn.

We should have given us then. Just sighed and said "Ah well, we'll sail tomorrow or Monday". But alas, we carried on.

Our house is the right hand side of the big white building with the blue shutters

So, we get a refund and go on a Norfolk line ferry instead. It sets sail at 5:00pm: 9 hours after we start from West Brom. It's 2 hours on the ship in Gale force 9 wind to reach Dunkirk which is an hour further north than where we wanted to set sail to (Bolougne - Bolougne and Calais were closed so we couldn't sail there)

10:05pm we arrive at St Valery sur Somme. We were supposed yo get the keys from a cafe in the town but it had closed at 10 (and even earlier if you ask me). We were starting to wish we'd given up hours before. We phoned, we knocked doors and after an hour we had found the house and got into the building thanks to the people who are staying in the house nest door (the two houses share a front door and then there's separate doors to the separate houses). So just one moor door to get through and we didn't have the keys. So we broke it down. (apparently we had got permission from the owner...)

The beams in me and m'dearests room

After that hellish journey: hours and hours sitting down, rough seas, freezing temperatures and no keys to the house, we were finally there. Inside. In the warmth.

And the house is amazing. Absolutely fantastic. Huge kitchen-diner, comfy big living room, big bedrooms and wooden rafters everywhere especially on the top floor, with views of pretty french houses and the river Somme.

I probably don't need to tell you that I got a little excited. I may have ran up and down the stairs several times looking in every room like a child of five.

Then the electricity went off.

So there we were; in a great house in a great location cold and dark. And we finally got the hint - maybe we shouldn't have come.

The kitchen. I may (or may not) be stuffing my face with bread and cheese. Mmm

Musings on the day

Why oh why haven't they invented sleeping bags (that work properly; waterproof and all) that ain't so flippin noisy?
Why, if it exists, is fate against us?
It worries me that my dearest managed to break the door down as if he's been doing it all his life.

Ah well, au revoir for now! Hwyl a sbrii

Grand Slam

2008-03-17T17:07:00.005Z

I'd like to tell you that this was the scene I saw Saturday when Wales won the grand slam. It probably was the scene at The Cwps where I normally watch games and would have loved to have been on Saturday, but I wasn't there. When Wales won the Grand Slam against France on Saturday, it was more sedate by far. But then again, anything is sedate compared to watching wales win in the Cwps!

How did I celebrate? I watched Flight of the phoenix in a friends house with pizza and chips. I'd had 3 pints during the game.

Wales won the grand slam and I'd only drank 3 pints. 3 effin pints and that's it. Way to celebrate!

I'll have to make up for it.

My dearest comes home tommorrow and I therefore wont be as bored anymore! Woo! And then off to france on the Weekend. All is not lost I suppose.

Hwyl a Sbrii

PS Bring on New Zeland ;-)

Readers of my welsh blog might remember how I celebrated the last grand slam....

Windy Fun*

2008-03-12T17:45:00.006Z

Last night I simultaneously did one of the best and worst things ever.

OK maybe I exaggerate, but it was great. Awesome. Really really fun.

After we finished watching a DVD (nanny diaries; meh) at 2am we decided to go see the sea because it as so windy. A bit random but fun. It felt like a mix between being drunk and being 3 years old again. I felt like a three year old because I was wrapped up in a scarf and hat. Drunk because it was 2am and I was running about like a fool - attempting to do free-running, playing long jump onto the beach, writing our names in the sand, trying to lean into the wind etc.

Then came the really stupid bit. We decided it would be great to go up constitution hill in the wind to see how windy it would be at the top.

Now, if I heard that some people went up constitution hill in high winds and flew off a cliff I would call them idiots and thing that they were drunk. Last night I was one of them.

It was so incredibly windy I can't put it into words. There were moments when I could bearly stand up, It was awesome and incredibly stupid. But it was sooo worth it. Even if it was just to see the boys hold their coats above their heads like you used to do in primary school and run around like fools, leaning diagonally. I didn't join in because I was genuinely scared!!

I laughed more during that hour of windy fun than I have in a long time. I only hope to be as happy this weekend!!!

Hwyl a sbrii

*who's been eating too much beans?

Chick Flick

2008-02-20T12:30:00.003Z

Everytime I hear that term I think of it the dirty way.

I'm not generally a chick-flick type person (the films, not dirty). I have one in my (not so vast) collection of dvd's - sliding doors. I watch that film when I need a good cry. Generally, give me PROPER comedies (not generic comedy with ben stiller/Owen Wilson etc) to Rom-coms any day.

So naturally, when my friend asked me to go see "PS I love you" with her last night, I expected a formulaeic romantic comedy with a few teary moments at the end. I agreed to go because I was in a sliding doors mood anyway and she had praised the book so much I felt it my duty to say bad things about the film with her.

The film was the best one I've seen in a long long time. It was a perfect mix of laughs and cry's and if I watched it on my own the tears would be rolling down! The characters and plot were believable and there were'nt too many stereotypical moments.

This will be my new dvd to watch when I need a good cry once it is released on dvd.

So, go see it! It's much much better than it sounds!

Hwyl a sbrii

Trainblogging - My own world

2008-02-12T16:22:00.003Z

As I sit here staring out the window on the second hour of the four hour journey from Liverpool to Aberystwyth I wonder if people know that I'm staring at my own reflection and not at the inky blackness beyond the window.

Leaving anyone alone to their own thoughts for 4 hours is a dangerous thing, for me especially, so with headphones firmly plugged into my ears I drift away into my own world.
A world of falling in love on trains, of music matching the world I see like it does in films, a world of savoury, non-stinky foods.

Falling in love is highly unlikely and inconvenient. Unlikely because it just doesn't work like that except in books and films, and also because I'm allergic to something on the train and so my eyes are swollen and red.
Inconvenient because I'm already in love and returning from seeing my beloved at this moment.

The music that I listen to does sometimes match what I see in a highly convenient manner but it’s rather hard for it to happen always. Especially if I insist on listening to insect nation by Bill Bailey.

A world of savoury food? I devour much too many sugary sweets on a train ride and so my teeth feel like they're going to fall out. Non-stinky food because when I do remember to bring some food it normally contains garlic or some other stinky food-stuff and so I'm afraid of stinking out the train carriage and so don't eat my food.

Who needs teeth anyhow?

Hwyl a sbrii

A spontaneous poem

2008-02-11T23:10:00.000Z

Me likey food
Me likey drink
Me likey almost anyffink
Me likey sex
The dirty kind
Me likey nights that blow my mind
But most of all
Me likey you
And all the things you say and do
The way you talk
The way you think
But then, me likey almost anyffink

Me must luuurve you.

A poem wrote on a white board. It took about 3 minutes. It came so easy I think I may have stolen it.

Books

2008-02-05T21:40:00.000Z

Ooo, I said a dirty word. And probably will several times more during this blog. (* sorry, just noticed this is wrong. The title of the blog at first was "sex". Although books can be dirty too)

Me and my friend swaped some books recently. I gave her two of the books I talked about the other day. She gave me two totally different books.

One was The time travellers wife. Crazy crazy book which I'm...shocked to find is being made into a film. On the one hand I'm overjoyed - it was a great book. But on the other hand it is a confusing and highly emotional book and made me cry. We'll see at the end of the year when it's released!

The other was diary of a sex fiend.

MY GOD.

Now I'm 20. I've been with my boyfriend for 3 years and a half and, sorry mum, dad, granny, but yes, I've had sex. Once or twice anyway.

But this book, this filthy, crinjy, sexy filled orgy of a book...its safe to say, opened my eyes. I read it in less than 12 hours. But not in the safety of my own bedroom where I could be safe to look shocked at my book and maybe jot a few ideas down ;-) but in the living room where everyone could see my mouth open wider and wider as I got further into it.

I greatly advise both books, but if your as naive as me (and I'm not that naive...) then maybe read the second book on your own?

Hwyl a sbrii

Saturday

2008-01-24T08:00:00.000Z

The moning of my...5th exam out of seven.

There is no chance in hell (a phrase I still don't understand) that I'm going to pass this exam. I had another exam yesterday which means that I've not had as much time as I'd of liked to study for today although this is the module I've done the most work for I think. This is also the module I least understand with the possible exception of the exam I have tommorow which I haven't even looked at.

I went to bed at about 11 last night but didn't sleep till after 12. When I did sleep it was one of those sleeps where you blink and its 6am and time to get up.

And now, here I am trying to momorise 3 sides of A4 of work so that I may at least answer one or two questions. I forsee a spectacular fail. Which is not good at all since I've had one or two of those allready.

I'm having major stress about this exam and yet with my last hour of study time I write this blog. My head is so full but I have to do this "study all day then get up really early to study some more before exam" twice more in a row.

Saturday I finish. Saturday I nap through lunch. Saturday I get so unbelievably drunk that I might just cry thinking about it.

That could be the stress crying though...

Hwyl a sbrii

Mourning

2008-01-22T20:28:00.000Z

After finishing a good series of books I enter a stage of mourning. Although I've hurried in reading all the boks; avoiding meals, work and sleep in order to know what happens in the end, when I do finally close the book for the last time I am saddened. Reading them will never be the same again and for some time I feel that no book will ever reach the standard the one I've just read has.

I've finished all the Jasper Fforde books that are currently in print. There are two series. One has two books; "The big over easy" and "The Fourth Bear". The other series has five; "The Eyre Affair", "Lost in a good book" "The Well of Lost Plots", "Something Rotten" and "First Among Sequels".

"The Big Over easy" is what attracted me to the author to begin with although it was the second or third that I read. The synopsis on the back of the book reads;

"Dead bodies never look like this.

It's easter in reading - a bad time for eggs - and the shattered, tuxedo-clad corpse of local businessman Humpty Stuyvestant Van Dumpty III has been found lying beneath a wall in a shabby part of town. Humpty was one of life's good guys - so who would want him knocked off? And is it a coincidence that his ex-wife has just met with a sticky end down at the local buiscit factory?

A hardened cop on the mean streets of the Thames Valley's most dangerous precinct, DI Jack Spratt has seen it all, and something tells him it's going to be a tough case to crack..."

I was drawn to the idea of nursery crime in the real world and was not dissapointed. Both in this series are a seriously good read.

The other series was longer and it is this one that I've just finished (having finished the two books in the Jack Spratt series some months ago). On the one hand these books aren't as good in my opinion for two reasons:
1. Welsh being my first language, I haven't read many English classic books. "The Ayre Affair" revolves around, predictabally, the book "Jane Ayre" by Charlotte Bronte. I have not read this book and therefore was a bit confused and some major references were lost on me!
2. The world in which the books are set is highly confusing! The real world is not so bad but the world within books is mind-boggling!
However I still really enjoyed the series. I've just finished the last one and although it seems likely that there is more to come for both series, they're not here now! It's going to be harry potter once more for me my friends: counting down the days and speculating.

Whilst in "mourning" other books I pick up to think of reading don't reach the high standards of those I've just read. And so, although the fire of reading still burns bright within me, I haven't got a thing to read!

Which is, during exams, perhaps a good thing....

Hwyl a sbrii

Hot List

2007-11-17T19:43:00.002Z

My boyfriend asked me some time ago to write a hot list. A list of those who I think are hot and would like to make sweet sweet lurve to. Or something like that. I tried on my welsh blog and failed. Other than the obvious, I could'n think of anyone! But being away from my boyfriend has helped. Its a month and counting since I saw him last and the list my friends has arrived!

As I've mentioned before; David Tennant. yum. Tasty!

A new addition to the list is Ewan McGregor. I was watching Long Way Down last thursday and decided that he was to be added.

Spotted a pattern yet? I think it's safe to say that the scott accent pushes a button....

A few years ago House entered my dreams. NOT Hugh Laurie. No. House specifically. He literally entered by dreams by the way. Not in a dirty way, my dreams are suitable for 12 year olds...ish. It was more of a passionatew kiss at the end of a film kind nof way...with a bit more woomff!

This is inappropriate but I'm enjoying this blog quite a bit!

I'm a bit stuck now...

Formerly I've added Kelly Jones, Seth lakeman and John hannah to my list, but they don't do as much to me as the ones above!

See you soon! Hwyl a sbrii

PS. m'dearest is of course on top of my list!

Life and Blogging

2007-11-14T14:41:00.001Z

Hows life? Mine's expensive.

Well thanks for the torrent of comments on the last post (sarcasm? moi?), I decided in the end to go as a punpkin. And a very successful pumkin it was too;

Life at the moment is decidedly average. I've no money. Which is, lets be honest shit. But I and probably everyone else knew it was going to happen!

I spend my days in my bedroom thinking of clearing and thinking of doing work but end up being bored in front of my laptop; refreshing facebook waaay too often in case something exciting happens...But in the end, I'd rather be up here than down stairs because downstairs is more of a dump than up here. And at least up here is MY mess!

Inevitably, by about 6 I've had enough of being alone and go downstairs and be bored there untill waaay too late, sleep late (through lectures more often than not) and start over again!

It's a hard life but someones gotta do it!

I've recently joined the blog experiment and after reading and commenting on their forums for a while I've come out feeling dejected, slow and boring. I know I'm not an internet genie, I know I don't understand a lot of things, but this being confirmed by people I don't know is never a good feeling! meh! Also, I feel it is being confirmed that my blogs are boring and have nothing interesting about them!

But then again why am I blogging? Do I really care who reads it. I get enjoyment from it and I get to vent and get things off my chest so what's the matter if I don't get all the traffic and If I don't understand hosting websites and wordpress? I can fiddle about with blogger and I'm happy...isn't that the important thing in the end?

Hwyl a sbrii

Wrong side of the bed

2007-11-14T12:47:00.000Z

I haven't woken up this angry ever. I hardly ever wake up angry - it's normally something that happens to me as the day goes on. But not today. Today I've started the day fuming and am gradually calming down. Gradually...

In my university house we have central heating. Which is average for most houses but a bit wierd for me as I come from a house where the heat comes from coal fires in each of the downstairs rooms (not that we ever light the kitchen one). So I'm used to being cold. But I'm totally happy for everybody else to have the heating on here. Whatever makes them comfartable!

Except when I'm trying to sleep.

The heating makes a sound in my room when it's on. Kind of like a computer working...clocks and such like. It drives me nuts! So all I ask from my housemates is that I can turn the heating off before going to bed. And they agree, as good friends would.

Last night, one of my friends was pulling an all nighter to do some work. So I told him as I was turning the heating off that if he was cold, he could put it back on in a couple of hours. What do I care if I'm sleeping?!!! But I asked him to turn it off by the morning as I was planning on sleeping late and didn't want the sound annoying me.

I woke up this morning with the heating on. It wasn't bad to start with, I managed to go back to sleep for a bit. But the second time I couldn't, and it was giving me a headache. So I had to get up and turn it off. Once I'm up I'm up.

I know its a silly thing but it's pissed me off. I feel better from this rant and I hope that I calm down now....otherwise god help the person who left it on! God help me too cos I don't wanna be that person.

Aaanyway, rant over. Hwyl a sbrii

PS...

2007-10-11T09:48:00.000Z

I've bought a fat-costume. If anyone can think of any halloween costume that involves me being fat, I'd be grateful. Pumpkin is the best I've got so far. Any tips on how to do this? Ta very much!
Hwyl a sbrii

I am....

2007-10-11T09:41:00.000Z

I'm shit. I know I am. I just don't give a damn.

I'm drunk. I know I'm not right now, but I probably was and will be again in the last/next 24 hours. I don't care - that's life!!

I'm sick. You don't have to tell me that. I've cot a cold and a cough and I'm not happy about it. Hopefully a drink or two tonight will help me because a bath and an early night sure didn't.

I'm lazy. etc.

I know I haven't blogged like I should since returning to university but my excuse is that I have no battery for my laptop. This means that I cannot go downstairs and use my laptop in front of the TV without turning it off first. Which is waaay too much of a hassle. And I don't spend enough time in my bedroom to blog. Just check the goings-on and facebook. But I have been keeping a track of what to write about so worry not about missing anything. When I get around to blogging properly....

Hour gaps between lectures are stupid. Granted they're better than actual lectures but it doesn't leave me enough time to go home so I have to spend the time on the university computers. But it does mean I suppose that I can write this quick blog to tell you that I'm still alive. Lucky you.

For now my friends, Hwyl a sbrii

Retiring

2007-09-19T15:31:00.000Z

I'm retiring. My days of punching-a-hole-through-beermats-with-my-little-finger-ing are over. I used to be a champion. I could wow everyone with my daringness in this pub game. Fearless I was. But the last two times I've tried, maybe because of the level of alcohol in my blood, I cannot say, I've failed. I tried the first of the failings and it hurt so much for such a long time that I thought I'd broken my little finger. "Did it used to bend this much sideways?". This time? Well this time (I was definetly drunk this time) my little finger turned black. One big bruise. It's turned back to its normal colour by now but I still cant bend it properly!

Therefore, this is my official resignation from the sporting world of beermat holemaking. I hope it treated you better than me.

Hwyl a sbrii

Most. Awesome. Song. EVER

2007-08-29T20:39:00.000Z

Who's in the house? Jesus in the House! (Father Brian and the fun lovin cardinals)

We have this song on a rickety tape somewhere and it never occurred to me to look on you tube.

Awesome.

Hwyl a sbrii

Warning: Thief when drunk

2007-08-29T15:49:00.000Z

I'm a horrible person and a horrible blogger. My thieving when drunk count is up to two. Sometime during my first year in uni I stole someones keys in a bar. Well, I was the accomplice. My friend stole the keys and gave them to me. Me being drunk, I kept them. They're hidden in my room anywhere where I dont see them much. So if anyone's lost 3 keys on a Humptydumpty keyring....I'm sorry. You can have them back if you wish.

My second offence? I went to the Faenol Festival over the weekend. I may or maynot have drunk at least a bottle of burbon. My frinends and I found a coat on the floor. Me being the only girl and it being a girls coat I took it. It was a good idea at the time but now I feel really guilty and wish I'd left it on the floor....

My crimes may not be great but I am guilty and will pay for my crimes.

Ond the up side, I've got a new coat!

Hwyl a sbrii

Sorry

2007-08-22T11:13:00.001Z

My laptop is broken. Well, it still works but it doesn't charge, switches on and off batry power randomly and makes a wierd noise. So I've decided to stop using it till it starts working again. I'm hoping to have it fixed soon! No blogs for a while, sorry!

Hwyl a sbrii

Retraction

2007-08-02T15:50:00.001Z

In case m'dearest follows through (tihihi) with his threat, I thought I'd better write this. John is amazing and is not really nasty and has lovely feet. I only wrote that because I knew he doesn't like them himself. M'dearest would never finish with me (too right too) for something that silly and I was wrong to blemish his character.

I am writing this of my own free will and have not got a gun pointed at my head...

Hwyl a sbrii

Happy Me

2007-08-02T15:25:00.001Z

Seems things are going from bad to worse in wierdo's blogging realm. I haven't blogged in quite a while and am unlikely to do so again for a while. I'm off to the Eisteddfod next week. The highlight of my year. I promise you:

A week in a tent - happy Me.
A week of non stop drinking - happy Me
A week of gigs every night with choices of two venues - Happy Me
A week of no work, no responsibilities - happy Me
A week of going round tents collecting freebies, stickers and balloons and maybe seeing a few bands in the middle - Happy Me.

Add those all together and I'm one very happy Me. And I promise to take pictures and if I'm not too drunk to jot a few notes down so that I can return afterwards with many many stories and blogs. I'll try my best anyway.

I'm at my dearests house at the moment. He's washing he's hair so I thought I'd show you I'm still alive. He's nearly finished now so I'm off. Be careful in the week to come and I hope you'll be OK without me!

Hwyl a sbrii

P.S. We had a minor disagreement earlier and so I'm alowed to call my beloved nasty. He threatened to finish with me if I published the following (I was saying I'd do so in fun):

My beloved stinks. He really does. I know I cant type but its still true that my beloved stinks no matter what I really type., I'm just typing this to distract him from the fact that I'm going to elbow him in the balls any second now....Or just punch him in the face. Anything so that he stops sucking my forehead. Soggy m'love slobber. Bleuch. I must repeat in order for EVERYBODY to know the TRUTH. MY BELOVED STINKS and has stupid feet.

I've published it anyway because calling him nasty didn't make me feel better about the nasty threat and otherwise the story wouldn't make sense. Also, I think that finishing with me is an empty threat....

West Brom

2007-07-16T13:47:00.001Z

I went to West Brom over the weekend to see my beloved's grandparents. I blogged about this the other day and it seems that m'love's nan's sister died. So we went to keep them company.

Starting off was a palava. M'love's family had agreed to borrow my beloved's other grandparents' car because we didn't really fell happy driving to West Brom with a crack in the windshield (although its been there for over a month). So we packed the car and set off in the rain to Rhosgadfan about 10 minutes away. We got there, moved everything from one car to the next, parked the other car in the garage and were about to leave when...

...one of the seat belts was broken.

After deciding that this was more dangerous than a cracked windshield we moved everything back to the first car and put the first one back in the garage. We then drove back home to get the radio for the car. By this time we were rather hungry so we stopped to get chips.

By the time we'd started we were already an hour an a half late, and that's not counting the ques we encountered on the motorway.

My beloved's grandparents are usually in Birmingham on a Saturday (that's catching a bus to West Brom Tram Station and about a quarter of an hour on the tram) before 9. We were slightly later than this but it was still bloody early! Of Course they're normally home before 12 (as they were today) so by 3 the rest of us were tired!!

I bought a new phone. Finally. Colour screen and everything. Suits me sir. We then went home and played trivial pursuits. The teams were slightly unfair. You had My beloved's mum and grandmother, me love's dad and great auntie and then the tree youngest (My beloved, his brother and me). And this was to play a version of trivial pursuits that came out in the 80's! But, thanks to My beloved's little brother (he's twelve but he answered more questions than me...) and some mild relaxation of the rules, we won. Mwahaha.

The most photographed baby in the world ever.

I promise you. You have never seen so many pictures of the same baby in one room. Granted, he's cute and he's my love's grandparents' first great grandchild, but jeez, I counted over 25 pictures in the same room!!

Whilst staying in West Brom I had to do the touristy thing. I had to go to Ikea. It was amazing. I loved it. The mini pencils and tape measures. The mini houses. The many many many objects to spend money on. All of them functional. Thank you Ikea!

Anyway, that's it for now. My and my brother are home alone for a few days which means that I've got to feed the dog and take him out before going to bed. Must remember to feed the fish and wash the dishes sometime this week also. Damn responsibilities!

Hwyl a sbrii

Funny Name #2

2007-07-16T11:28:00.000Z

John Sidebottom

Tihihi. Imagine it. Imagine having a sidebottom. Hard going to the toilet I'm guessing....

Hwyl a sbrii

Funny Name

2007-07-12T15:26:00.000Z

Is it me or is Raymond Tugwell a funny name?

Hwyl a sbrii

Work Blogging

2007-07-12T13:28:00.000Z

This is me sitting at work, blogging when I shouldn't. Anyone can see me here and I feel slightly guilty. Usually I wouldn't dare blog at work unless during my luch hour or when nobody else could possibly catch me (tut tut). But to be fair, I am also working. I'm only writing this blog while I wait for an organization to be added to a group on the database which takes about 20-30 seconds. Once I see 3 internet explorer windows turn to 2, I know the group has been added and I go back and add another. So I'm wasting no work time here. In fact I think its a good mangment of my time and I will explain that to whoever might ask me.

The fact that I am rihteous in my bloggig doesn't ditract from the guilt that I feel.

I went to Dublin recently with the girls from work (feels funny calling them girls as they are all older than me, but calling them women either makes them or me sound old!) and saw the most amazing thing. Dyson Hand Dryers in a pub toilet in Temple Bar.

They were magical.

First of all, a dyson that blows (tihihi). Secondly, I have never had my hands dried so well. Ever. I kid you not, they were dryer than the cider pump at Sesiwn Fawr Dolgellau by 5pm Saturday. Every pub and home and public toilet and street corner must have one.

Ok I may have gone to far but they were rather good.

Did you happen to hear about this? My dearest's nan's sister (old aunty?) was involved. The funny thing is, althoiugh I was there when they heard I have no idea whether she is dead or just hurt...I don't think it was mentioned at all. Funny how you can actually be listening to a conversation (which is a change for me) and still miss what's being said.

Anyway, I'm going to have a cup of tea now. I've had more today than usuall and so my bladder is very full. Just thought you'd like an update. 3 cups of tea between 8 and 8:30 is no mean feat my friends.

Hwyl a sbrii

How many lies?

2007-07-11T19:44:00.001Z

A few. I havn't blogged once a week, I haven't changed the sidebar and I haven't wrote a flickr fiction. I commented on one story but that's about it. Damn.

I'm working two days a week and although I should work more I'm not looking. After work or ond my days off I spend my time on the playstation or with my beloved. On the weekends I get drunk and take silly pictures.

I have a vague recollection that the manically happy faces in the pictures are because we'd just had YET ANOTHER high score on the game machine.

The game was spot the difference - erotic half naked ladies style (half naked ladies are much easier to spot differences between than scantily clad hunks). By the end of the night I had the top 7 high scores with witty names such as "BRING IT ON!" or "SO CLOSE" when we came second. No dirty words surprisingly....hmm, unusual for us!

Should I play burnout 3, timesplitters 3 or tomb raider anniversary? Or maybe Tony Hawks Project 8. I don't really like the latter but got slightly addicted to it.

Hwyl a sbrii

Promises Promises

2007-06-19T11:43:00.001Z

I promise to blog at least once a week over the rest of the summer
OK, I disappeared into the real world for a while there but I'm still here, don't worry. I've left college and got a job...for a month anyway. After that it's back to the job finding fun. But, we've got wireless Internet at home now (home being Dyffryn Nantlle as opposed to Aberystwyth over the summer) so it'll be easier for me to get online. Also, I stop working full time next week so I'll definitely have time to fill your brains with muck.

I promise to write Flickr Fiction at least once a month
I'd like to do it even more often but I don't want to promise that in case I slip. It wouldn't do for me to lie now would it?!

I promise to update my sidebar
I said aaaages ago that I'd add a comics tab and it's still not there. But the "add new" button on my layout editor doesn't appear so I'll have to sort that out soon. And I will don't worry!!

I promise to jog
I'm not saying how often because I wont stick to it. But my boyfriend is going into healthy mode over the summer and I can't have him surpassing me or I can't call him fat or "plodge" his stomach!

I promise to go to lunch in 5 minutes
It's a hard life but someones gotta do it!

Hwyl a sbrii

Tag I'm it

2007-05-31T13:25:00.002Z

Look at me, I've been tagged! The Rules (reprinted here for your convenience): Each player lists 8 facts/habits about themselves. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning before those facts/habits are listed. At the end of the post, the player then tags 8 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.

So here I am to tell you 8 things previously unknown about me, or I dont remember telling you or want to tell you again!

1. When I look back at "sections" of my life (primary school, Form 1-3, Form 4 &5, 6-th form, Uni) I always think of how I never seem to exist till now. When I arrived in High school I thought how I'd never really lived till then. The same when I got to form 4-5 and I started becoming friends with my current ones. 6-th form I became friends with my current best friend and she got me out of my quietness. And uni? I've never felt more alive!

2. I am very open about myself on my blog. I will tell ou anything. Don't ask me why. I am not usually that open but I have random moments of telling everybody something personal. When I do this, they never let me forget it.

3.I take fashion tips from games. I got one of my ideas from Yuna in Final Fantasy x.

4. Even though I buy lots of clothes (or my boyfriend buys them for me mwhahaha) I'm really not good at it. I can never tell what suits me and I can never be bothered looking through clothes. I just walk through the shop and if something jumps out at me then I'll buy it. (I mean clothes that jump out at you, they must be majic). This constantly infuriates my boyfriend and he has said in the past that I'm not a proper girl because of this. I was not happy.

5. *sorry I've censored this for annonimity

6. I love glow in the dark stuff. I had stars all over my room at home but because of me moving around so much (uni, house at uni) its not as glow in the dark as it used to be. I even have a glow in the dark ball which was a lot of fun when I was young enough to have sleepovers.

7. The only thing I have ever collected is pigs. Pigs were my best friend at primary school's favourite animal and I sort of...copied her. They are so very cute though! I dont remember acually starting to collect them but I find myself being given models/pictures etc of pigs quite often. Not quite so often now that I'm obsessed with dr who though!

8. I am twenty on saturday. But I cant celebrate it because I've got to go to a wedding party. Grrr.

And now to tag 8 people.

Dancing the Polka with El Cajon (I know he's already been tagged but i don't care.)

Annie Rhiannon

Curly

A Canadian in london

Dr Whoose

Afe

And since I don't have more people to tag, I'll have to add 2 Welsh blogs;

Sili (she hasn't blogged in weeks and its starting to get boring)

Hogyn o Rachub (he might actually do it)

Anyway, there we go! Hwyl a sbrii

Oppressed by the Figures of Beauty

Sherlock

Secret

Man-flu

Fat

Star Wars

First kiss

Cunning Plan

On moods and sneezing

Here, now

Baking

Washing rant

My Beloved

I see you there....

Cleaning

Six *WARNING SMUSHINESS*

Clumsy me

Today...

On taking the dog for a walk

Election

So my life has come to this

Shiny Vampires

If wishes were fishes

On pancake based nostalgia

On my house

Song writing machine

On fire alarms

Sun

Gate

Work

Bad day

Montage

Flash (a-aah)

Five years

Alice and Kev

A matter of life and death

On not bending my legs

So this is it?

Running a whole office off one plug

Unexpected

extremely superior

On being ill

One woman folk band

Last week of term

e-blog

ficto-blog - shining time

On growing up (again)

quotes I like

First sight

This is gonna be good...

Twistorilin

Booboo

Then and Now

Today

London Marathon

For the want of tea

Still alive

On hearing voices

Breakthrough

On being me

Technical Difficulties

Promise (ish)

Naivety

Wannabe

Warning: wine induced

Who'd 'ave thunk it?

Armrest Rant

New Design

Milestones

Exam Fever and smartie party

France - Day 4 - Age

Why I am awsome 2

France - Day 3 - Frozen Birds

France - Day 2 - OCD

France - Day 1 - Take the Hint

Grand Slam

Windy Fun*

Chick Flick

Trainblogging - My own world

A spontaneous poem

Six WARNING SMUSHINESS