lizziec: (Horrible Histories Dick Turpin (noose))
I had a couple of really fucked up dreams last night that left me feeling frightened and wtf-ing when I first woke up. Not the faintest idea what my brain was on.

In the first dream I was trying to escape from The Silents, but they kept chasing me. Then, just when I thought I'd got away they were there in front of me. It was at that moment that Ben's alarm went off and I woke up enough for the dream to stop, only for a new one to start.

This second dream was so stupid I could barely believe it.

I dreamed I was a commando in WWII, sent as part of a huge team on a secret mission to bring down Nazi HQ in France. I was in charge of jamming the communications of the Germans by taking over their communications post and then running it until the rest of the commandos had finished their mission.

The problem is that I couldn't speak French or German (nice to see that my unconscious is true to me like that), so I messed it up. A French guy came over to me and started to talk and I said "Je ne comprends pas" (which is pretty much the only French I know), when he switched to German and I was sunk, because I don't even know how to say "I don't understand" in German, so then he calls in some friends who start to try and question me, and I keep my mouth shut and say nothing, lest I give myself away. That's when I realise I'm still wearing my British uniform, with "Commando" as a shoulder patch on one arm, so I start standing next to a pillar so the enemy can't tell I'm a British commando from the shoulder patch because it's next to the pillar. Because apparently in my brain these people are too unobservant to notice the British uniform and only the shoulder patch would give me away.

I woke up just as the other guys in the room started shouting "Englisch".

Stupid brain.

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lizziec: (Horrible Histories Dick Turpin (noose))
I had a couple of really fucked up dreams last night that left me feeling frightened and wtf-ing when I first woke up. Not the faintest idea what my brain was on.

In the first dream I was trying to escape from The Silents, but they kept chasing me. Then, just when I thought I'd got away they were there in front of me. It was at that moment that Ben's alarm went off and I woke up enough for the dream to stop, only for a new one to start.

This second dream was so stupid I could barely believe it.

I dreamed I was a commando in WWII, sent as part of a huge team on a secret mission to bring down Nazi HQ in France. I was in charge of jamming the communications of the Germans by taking over their communications post and then running it until the rest of the commandos had finished their mission.

The problem is that I couldn't speak French or German (nice to see that my unconscious is true to me like that), so I messed it up. A French guy came over to me and started to talk and I said "Je ne comprends pas" (which is pretty much the only French I know), when he switched to German and I was sunk, because I don't even know how to say "I don't understand" in German, so then he calls in some friends who start to try and question me, and I keep my mouth shut and say nothing, lest I give myself away. That's when I realise I'm still wearing my British uniform, with "Commando" as a shoulder patch on one arm, so I start standing next to a pillar so the enemy can't tell I'm a British commando from the shoulder patch because it's next to the pillar. Because apparently in my brain these people are too unobservant to notice the British uniform and only the shoulder patch would give me away.

I woke up just as the other guys in the room started shouting "Englisch".

Stupid brain.

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lizziec: (Horrible Histories Dick Turpin (noose))
I had a couple of really fucked up dreams last night that left me feeling frightened and wtf-ing when I first woke up. Not the faintest idea what my brain was on.

In the first dream I was trying to escape from The Silents, but they kept chasing me. Then, just when I thought I'd got away they were there in front of me. It was at that moment that Ben's alarm went off and I woke up enough for the dream to stop, only for a new one to start.

This second dream was so stupid I could barely believe it.

I dreamed I was a commando in WWII, sent as part of a huge team on a secret mission to bring down Nazi HQ in France. I was in charge of jamming the communications of the Germans by taking over their communications post and then running it until the rest of the commandos had finished their mission.

The problem is that I couldn't speak French or German (nice to see that my unconscious is true to me like that), so I messed it up. A French guy came over to me and started to talk and I said "Je ne comprends pas" (which is pretty much the only French I know), when he switched to German and I was sunk, because I don't even know how to say "I don't understand" in German, so then he calls in some friends who start to try and question me, and I keep my mouth shut and say nothing, lest I give myself away. That's when I realise I'm still wearing my British uniform, with "Commando" as a shoulder patch on one arm, so I start standing next to a pillar so the enemy can't tell I'm a British commando from the shoulder patch because it's next to the pillar. Because apparently in my brain these people are too unobservant to notice the British uniform and only the shoulder patch would give me away.

I woke up just as the other guys in the room started shouting "Englisch".

Stupid brain.
lizziec: (apod - milky-way eating)
I suppose, really, that I should have taken photos of each stage of this, because it was a mammoth undertaking. I didn't though, so you'll all have to put up with boring old text :)

When we first moved in to our flat, Ben's parents very kindly gave us an old sofa of theirs. It was leather and a little worn, but basically sound, very comfy and, most importantly as we had no money after buying essentials like a fridge freezer, was free.

Cut to four and a half years later, and the sofa was rather a lot worse for wear. The leather had cracked in the seats, and so was held together from the inside with duct tape. One of the struts had gone, so it was saggy and the lining under the cushions had split open so stuff kept falling right down. Basically it was on borrowed time before it completely disintegrated and we knew it.

With that in mind, we went Sofa shopping, and after much deliberation, we found one we liked at Harveys (the three seater "Clarissa") and having measured our hall, our old sofa and the new one, we were certain we could fit it in. The dimensions were all within a couple of centimetres. So we ordered it, we paid for it and we waited 4-6 weeks for it to be delivered.

And right now I'm so unbelievably pissed off because I finished writing this, only to lose it because LJ logged me out and I'm an idiot who didn't copy paste it before logging back in so LJ *helpfully* restored the last saved draft which involved losing over three quarters of what I had already written. So the rest of this is a rewrite of what I've already done once and my heart isn't really in it.

So four to six weeks later we moved everything in the flat around so that we could fit the new sofa in. This was no mean feat, because our flat has been full to bursting for the last two years or so and we've just been coming up with ever more inventive ways to fit things in. This particular moving of stuff involved taking everything out of the hall - two bookcases full of books, computers and assorted internet paraphernalia, coats and shoes, printer, ironing board and clothes horse, fan... No, our hall is not some sort of Tardis, just very packed ;) It also involved moving two bookcases full of books and another two cd racks from the living room so that the doorway was clear. For the record, 3 of the bookcases ended up in the bedroom where they now form a sort of library ;) The CD towers are still there as well. The layout made enough sense that we decided not to move the stuff back.

Anyway, after lots of hard work to clear a path, we then had to get the old sofa out (which we did and put it safely in the garage for a couple of days) so we could get the new one in. I arranged for it to be picked up by the Council, who did so on the morning of our next rubbish collection, which was handily on the morning the new sofa was being delivered. I think that by the title, and this statement, most of you can guess that what happened next was not straightforward. Really I should have known better than to arrange for our old sofa to go before we had the new one safe and sound in our living room. Alas. I am an idiot who bites her thumb at the fates ;)

The sofa delivery men arrived about an hour or so after the council men had come to get the old sofa. They came up to see what obstacles were in their way and the first and clearly senior man declared that the new sofa would not fit. We had measured everything and were convinced he was wrong, so he brought up the sofa to prove it. And he was right. We had the sofa men try getting it in several ways. We tried getting it in several ways. There was no getting around the fact that this shiny new sofa just would not fit. The problem lay in two places. First, we have a funny corner you have to get around to get into the living room, and this prevented us lying it down horizontally and sliding it through the door that way, and it was too high to get in vertically. Secondly, although this sofa was more or less the same size as the old one the edges are all hard, whereas they were squishy on the old one, so they squished to get round awkward things. There was literally no more than 2cm between us and the sofa getting through the door into the space where it would certainly fit.

The delivery men suggested two possible solutions. Option A involved them leaving the sofa with us and (they suggested) swapping our bedroom with our living room. Ben and I quickly realised that that plan was a no-go for a number of reasons. Option B was that they took the sofa with them back to Harveys. Option B was at this point looking the most palatable, so Ben called Harveys to see what they could offer us if we chose to do that. I say he called - he had to, because I was having a freak out (hysterical tears) by this point, convinced that it was all my fault because I'd taken the initial measurements, and that I could never have nice things and I never would again because I'd messed the sofa business up so badly. I think that this is probably an example of what my old Mental Health Nurse would have called "Catastrophic Thinking".

Anyway, Ben called Harveys and they told us they could give us 50% of what we paid for the sofa if we returned it because making it fit was our responsibility and if it didn't they weren't actually obliged to give us anything. They said that they would then take a £50 charge out of the store credit to cover the cost of bringing the sofa back from our flat, where it was currently vertical on one end in the hall, and then when we picked a new sofa they'd take another £50 for delivering a new one. Basically, when all was said and done, we were looking at getting nothing back and essentially losing all the money that we had paid for the perfectly good sofa in our hall.

After this call, we decided to pick Option C, which was to keep the thing and figure out something. And Ben had the beginnings of a Very Cunning Plan.

The shiny Sofa sat in our hall for the best part of a week while Ben gathered his plans and tools. This involved borrowing a Jigsaw (the power tool, not the puzzle) from dmc, buying lots of supplies from toolstation, and an electric screwdriver from B&Q. Finally, his plan was ready to be put in to action, and to be honest, it scared me rather a lot, but I'd been sitting on a beanbag whenever I was in the living room for the best part of week by this time and ready for drastic action that could have ended with severed fingers.

It turns out that the new sofa basically has a box made of MDF or chipboard or something at each end where the arms are, which aren't structural. So Ben picked the staples out of the fabric at the bottom of the sofa at one end, which was pretty difficult because the staples are cheap and kept breaking, then peeled the fabric back ([Edit] Ben says this staple remover deserves an honourable mention in this story. Possibly because he couldn't have managed the staples without it. Anyway, if you need a staple remover, that one is awesome, apparently).

Next he used the jigsaw to cut the box about half way down (this was higher than Ben is tall, and where the plan could have ended with severed fingers as he was jigsawing above his head, and possibly the scariest thing I have ever witnessed), we slid it into the living room as it now fitted under the door easily being about half a foot shorter than it had been previously and then Ben put the end back together with mending plates. It took forever. There is literally barely a millimetre of the join that is not covered by one mending plate or another. After this was done, he pulled the fabric back over the end and stapled it down again. Apart from the alarming creaking noise it made the first time it was sat on, it's not moved or made a noise since, and we've now been using it for 4 months or so. Ben thinks it may be stronger now with all the mending plates than it was before.

Regardless, it's now in, and not being moved again until we move. What we'll do then, I don't know. Possibly the procedure in reverse, or maybe leaving it for the removal company to try and get it out while scratching our heads and sounding bewildered that it doesn't fit given it went in.

I tell this story largely as a cautionary tale to anyone even considering new furniture. Measure, measure, measure. And that there is usually a Plan C, even were one doesn't appear to be readily available.


The sofa in situ


When I lost this entry, I got a case of the fuckits and considered giving up. I went and washed up instead and I'm glad I re-wrote it. I got into the swing again, and I think it was worth it.

lizziec: (apod - milky-way eating)
I suppose, really, that I should have taken photos of each stage of this, because it was a mammoth undertaking. I didn't though, so you'll all have to put up with boring old text :)

When we first moved in to our flat, Ben's parents very kindly gave us an old sofa of theirs. It was leather and a little worn, but basically sound, very comfy and, most importantly as we had no money after buying essentials like a fridge freezer, was free.

Cut to four and a half years later, and the sofa was rather a lot worse for wear. The leather had cracked in the seats, and so was held together from the inside with duct tape. One of the struts had gone, so it was saggy and the lining under the cushions had split open so stuff kept falling right down. Basically it was on borrowed time before it completely disintegrated and we knew it.

With that in mind, we went Sofa shopping, and after much deliberation, we found one we liked at Harveys (the three seater "Clarissa") and having measured our hall, our old sofa and the new one, we were certain we could fit it in. The dimensions were all within a couple of centimetres. So we ordered it, we paid for it and we waited 4-6 weeks for it to be delivered.

And right now I'm so unbelievably pissed off because I finished writing this, only to lose it because LJ logged me out and I'm an idiot who didn't copy paste it before logging back in so LJ *helpfully* restored the last saved draft which involved losing over three quarters of what I had already written. So the rest of this is a rewrite of what I've already done once and my heart isn't really in it.

So four to six weeks later we moved everything in the flat around so that we could fit the new sofa in. This was no mean feat, because our flat has been full to bursting for the last two years or so and we've just been coming up with ever more inventive ways to fit things in. This particular moving of stuff involved taking everything out of the hall - two bookcases full of books, computers and assorted internet paraphernalia, coats and shoes, printer, ironing board and clothes horse, fan... No, our hall is not some sort of Tardis, just very packed ;) It also involved moving two bookcases full of books and another two cd racks from the living room so that the doorway was clear. For the record, 3 of the bookcases ended up in the bedroom where they now form a sort of library ;) The CD towers are still there as well. The layout made enough sense that we decided not to move the stuff back.

Anyway, after lots of hard work to clear a path, we then had to get the old sofa out (which we did and put it safely in the garage for a couple of days) so we could get the new one in. I arranged for it to be picked up by the Council, who did so on the morning of our next rubbish collection, which was handily on the morning the new sofa was being delivered. I think that by the title, and this statement, most of you can guess that what happened next was not straightforward. Really I should have known better than to arrange for our old sofa to go before we had the new one safe and sound in our living room. Alas. I am an idiot who bites her thumb at the fates ;)

The sofa delivery men arrived about an hour or so after the council men had come to get the old sofa. They came up to see what obstacles were in their way and the first and clearly senior man declared that the new sofa would not fit. We had measured everything and were convinced he was wrong, so he brought up the sofa to prove it. And he was right. We had the sofa men try getting it in several ways. We tried getting it in several ways. There was no getting around the fact that this shiny new sofa just would not fit. The problem lay in two places. First, we have a funny corner you have to get around to get into the living room, and this prevented us lying it down horizontally and sliding it through the door that way, and it was too high to get in vertically. Secondly, although this sofa was more or less the same size as the old one the edges are all hard, whereas they were squishy on the old one, so they squished to get round awkward things. There was literally no more than 2cm between us and the sofa getting through the door into the space where it would certainly fit.

The delivery men suggested two possible solutions. Option A involved them leaving the sofa with us and (they suggested) swapping our bedroom with our living room. Ben and I quickly realised that that plan was a no-go for a number of reasons. Option B was that they took the sofa with them back to Harveys. Option B was at this point looking the most palatable, so Ben called Harveys to see what they could offer us if we chose to do that. I say he called - he had to, because I was having a freak out (hysterical tears) by this point, convinced that it was all my fault because I'd taken the initial measurements, and that I could never have nice things and I never would again because I'd messed the sofa business up so badly. I think that this is probably an example of what my old Mental Health Nurse would have called "Catastrophic Thinking".

Anyway, Ben called Harveys and they told us they could give us 50% of what we paid for the sofa if we returned it because making it fit was our responsibility and if it didn't they weren't actually obliged to give us anything. They said that they would then take a £50 charge out of the store credit to cover the cost of bringing the sofa back from our flat, where it was currently vertical on one end in the hall, and then when we picked a new sofa they'd take another £50 for delivering a new one. Basically, when all was said and done, we were looking at getting nothing back and essentially losing all the money that we had paid for the perfectly good sofa in our hall.

After this call, we decided to pick Option C, which was to keep the thing and figure out something. And Ben had the beginnings of a Very Cunning Plan.

The shiny Sofa sat in our hall for the best part of a week while Ben gathered his plans and tools. This involved borrowing a Jigsaw (the power tool, not the puzzle) from dmc, buying lots of supplies from toolstation, and an electric screwdriver from B&Q. Finally, his plan was ready to be put in to action, and to be honest, it scared me rather a lot, but I'd been sitting on a beanbag whenever I was in the living room for the best part of week by this time and ready for drastic action that could have ended with severed fingers.

It turns out that the new sofa basically has a box made of MDF or chipboard or something at each end where the arms are, which aren't structural. So Ben picked the staples out of the fabric at the bottom of the sofa at one end, which was pretty difficult because the staples are cheap and kept breaking, then peeled the fabric back ([Edit] Ben says this staple remover deserves an honourable mention in this story. Possibly because he couldn't have managed the staples without it. Anyway, if you need a staple remover, that one is awesome, apparently).

Next he used the jigsaw to cut the box about half way down (this was higher than Ben is tall, and where the plan could have ended with severed fingers as he was jigsawing above his head, and possibly the scariest thing I have ever witnessed), we slid it into the living room as it now fitted under the door easily being about half a foot shorter than it had been previously and then Ben put the end back together with mending plates. It took forever. There is literally barely a millimetre of the join that is not covered by one mending plate or another. After this was done, he pulled the fabric back over the end and stapled it down again. Apart from the alarming creaking noise it made the first time it was sat on, it's not moved or made a noise since, and we've now been using it for 4 months or so. Ben thinks it may be stronger now with all the mending plates than it was before.

Regardless, it's now in, and not being moved again until we move. What we'll do then, I don't know. Possibly the procedure in reverse, or maybe leaving it for the removal company to try and get it out while scratching our heads and sounding bewildered that it doesn't fit given it went in.

I tell this story largely as a cautionary tale to anyone even considering new furniture. Measure, measure, measure. And that there is usually a Plan C, even were one doesn't appear to be readily available.


The sofa in situ


When I lost this entry, I got a case of the fuckits and considered giving up. I went and washed up instead and I'm glad I re-wrote it. I got into the swing again, and I think it was worth it.

lizziec: (apod - milky-way eating)
I suppose, really, that I should have taken photos of each stage of this, because it was a mammoth undertaking. I didn't though, so you'll all have to put up with boring old text :)

When we first moved in to our flat, Ben's parents very kindly gave us an old sofa of theirs. It was leather and a little worn, but basically sound, very comfy and, most importantly as we had no money after buying essentials like a fridge freezer, was free.

Cut to four and a half years later, and the sofa was rather a lot worse for wear. The leather had cracked in the seats, and so was held together from the inside with duct tape. One of the struts had gone, so it was saggy and the lining under the cushions had split open so stuff kept falling right down. Basically it was on borrowed time before it completely disintegrated and we knew it.

With that in mind, we went Sofa shopping, and after much deliberation, we found one we liked at Harveys (the three seater "Clarissa") and having measured our hall, our old sofa and the new one, we were certain we could fit it in. The dimensions were all within a couple of centimetres. So we ordered it, we paid for it and we waited 4-6 weeks for it to be delivered.

And right now I'm so unbelievably pissed off because I finished writing this, only to lose it because LJ logged me out and I'm an idiot who didn't copy paste it before logging back in so LJ *helpfully* restored the last saved draft which involved losing over three quarters of what I had already written. So the rest of this is a rewrite of what I've already done once and my heart isn't really in it.

So four to six weeks later we moved everything in the flat around so that we could fit the new sofa in. This was no mean feat, because our flat has been full to bursting for the last two years or so and we've just been coming up with ever more inventive ways to fit things in. This particular moving of stuff involved taking everything out of the hall - two bookcases full of books, computers and assorted internet paraphernalia, coats and shoes, printer, ironing board and clothes horse, fan... No, our hall is not some sort of Tardis, just very packed ;) It also involved moving two bookcases full of books and another two cd racks from the living room so that the doorway was clear. For the record, 3 of the bookcases ended up in the bedroom where they now form a sort of library ;) The CD towers are still there as well. The layout made enough sense that we decided not to move the stuff back.

Anyway, after lots of hard work to clear a path, we then had to get the old sofa out (which we did and put it safely in the garage for a couple of days) so we could get the new one in. I arranged for it to be picked up by the Council, who did so on the morning of our next rubbish collection, which was handily on the morning the new sofa was being delivered. I think that by the title, and this statement, most of you can guess that what happened next was not straightforward. Really I should have known better than to arrange for our old sofa to go before we had the new one safe and sound in our living room. Alas. I am an idiot who bites her thumb at the fates ;)

The sofa delivery men arrived about an hour or so after the council men had come to get the old sofa. They came up to see what obstacles were in their way and the first and clearly senior man declared that the new sofa would not fit. We had measured everything and were convinced he was wrong, so he brought up the sofa to prove it. And he was right. We had the sofa men try getting it in several ways. We tried getting it in several ways. There was no getting around the fact that this shiny new sofa just would not fit. The problem lay in two places. First, we have a funny corner you have to get around to get into the living room, and this prevented us lying it down horizontally and sliding it through the door that way, and it was too high to get in vertically. Secondly, although this sofa was more or less the same size as the old one the edges are all hard, whereas they were squishy on the old one, so they squished to get round awkward things. There was literally no more than 2cm between us and the sofa getting through the door into the space where it would certainly fit.

The delivery men suggested two possible solutions. Option A involved them leaving the sofa with us and (they suggested) swapping our bedroom with our living room. Ben and I quickly realised that that plan was a no-go for a number of reasons. Option B was that they took the sofa with them back to Harveys. Option B was at this point looking the most palatable, so Ben called Harveys to see what they could offer us if we chose to do that. I say he called - he had to, because I was having a freak out (hysterical tears) by this point, convinced that it was all my fault because I'd taken the initial measurements, and that I could never have nice things and I never would again because I'd messed the sofa business up so badly. I think that this is probably an example of what my old Mental Health Nurse would have called "Catastrophic Thinking".

Anyway, Ben called Harveys and they told us they could give us 50% of what we paid for the sofa if we returned it because making it fit was our responsibility and if it didn't they weren't actually obliged to give us anything. They said that they would then take a £50 charge out of the store credit to cover the cost of bringing the sofa back from our flat, where it was currently vertical on one end in the hall, and then when we picked a new sofa they'd take another £50 for delivering a new one. Basically, when all was said and done, we were looking at getting nothing back and essentially losing all the money that we had paid for the perfectly good sofa in our hall.

After this call, we decided to pick Option C, which was to keep the thing and figure out something. And Ben had the beginnings of a Very Cunning Plan.

The shiny Sofa sat in our hall for the best part of a week while Ben gathered his plans and tools. This involved borrowing a Jigsaw (the power tool, not the puzzle) from dmc, buying lots of supplies from toolstation, and an electric screwdriver from B&Q. Finally, his plan was ready to be put in to action, and to be honest, it scared me rather a lot, but I'd been sitting on a beanbag whenever I was in the living room for the best part of week by this time and ready for drastic action that could have ended with severed fingers.

It turns out that the new sofa basically has a box made of MDF or chipboard or something at each end where the arms are, which aren't structural. So Ben picked the staples out of the fabric at the bottom of the sofa at one end, which was pretty difficult because the staples are cheap and kept breaking, then peeled the fabric back ([Edit] Ben says this staple remover deserves an honourable mention in this story. Possibly because he couldn't have managed the staples without it. Anyway, if you need a staple remover, that one is awesome, apparently).

Next he used the jigsaw to cut the box about half way down (this was higher than Ben is tall, and where the plan could have ended with severed fingers as he was jigsawing above his head, and possibly the scariest thing I have ever witnessed), we slid it into the living room as it now fitted under the door easily being about half a foot shorter than it had been previously and then Ben put the end back together with mending plates. It took forever. There is literally barely a millimetre of the join that is not covered by one mending plate or another. After this was done, he pulled the fabric back over the end and stapled it down again. Apart from the alarming creaking noise it made the first time it was sat on, it's not moved or made a noise since, and we've now been using it for 4 months or so. Ben thinks it may be stronger now with all the mending plates than it was before.

Regardless, it's now in, and not being moved again until we move. What we'll do then, I don't know. Possibly the procedure in reverse, or maybe leaving it for the removal company to try and get it out while scratching our heads and sounding bewildered that it doesn't fit given it went in.

I tell this story largely as a cautionary tale to anyone even considering new furniture. Measure, measure, measure. And that there is usually a Plan C, even were one doesn't appear to be readily available.


The sofa in situ


When I lost this entry, I got a case of the fuckits and considered giving up. I went and washed up instead and I'm glad I re-wrote it. I got into the swing again, and I think it was worth it.
lizziec: (potterpuffs - neville and luna)
Went in to Woolworths again the other day, had the feeling of the vultures circling, as Ben so excellently put it. He took a proper camera so I can share the sense of emptiness there.




The worst thing about our trip to town though, was this little gem that we saw at the building site in the middle of the high street - for those who know Canterbury, it's where Boots used to be (opposite LloydsTSB). It's a proper sign printed on aluminium and clearly cost more than some guy scribbling on some cardboard or something. Which leads me to wonder why during the process of producing the sign and displaying it, no one involved noticed.



All pictures in this post from [livejournal.com profile] benc.

ETA: Have some more gratuitous gerbil pictures to finish with :D
lizziec: (potterpuffs - neville and luna)
Went in to Woolworths again the other day, had the feeling of the vultures circling, as Ben so excellently put it. He took a proper camera so I can share the sense of emptiness there.




The worst thing about our trip to town though, was this little gem that we saw at the building site in the middle of the high street - for those who know Canterbury, it's where Boots used to be (opposite LloydsTSB). It's a proper sign printed on aluminium and clearly cost more than some guy scribbling on some cardboard or something. Which leads me to wonder why during the process of producing the sign and displaying it, no one involved noticed.



All pictures in this post from [livejournal.com profile] benc.

ETA: Have some more gratuitous gerbil pictures to finish with :D
lizziec: (potterpuffs - neville and luna)
Went in to Woolworths again the other day, had the feeling of the vultures circling, as Ben so excellently put it. He took a proper camera so I can share the sense of emptiness there.




The worst thing about our trip to town though, was this little gem that we saw at the building site in the middle of the high street - for those who know Canterbury, it's where Boots used to be (opposite LloydsTSB). It's a proper sign printed on aluminium and clearly cost more than some guy scribbling on some cardboard or something. Which leads me to wonder why during the process of producing the sign and displaying it, no one involved noticed.



All pictures in this post from [livejournal.com profile] benc.

ETA: Have some more gratuitous gerbil pictures to finish with :D
lizziec: (animals - giraffe kiss)
Mum, Phil, Ben and I went to the Cemetary today to do some general housekeeping on daddy's grave - cleaning the headstone, fresh flowers and stuff while generally remembering him and having a rather nice time. His birthday would have been tomorrow (or today! - 7th July) and even if we only go once a year we generally try and time it around his birthday.

Anyway, walking the quarter of a mile or so back from daddy's grave to the main gate Ben spotted this spectacular error in grammar.



As Phil said, you would really think that people would check things are correct before going and actually etching it in to stone. It's not as if gravestones are particularly cheap.
lizziec: (animals - giraffe kiss)
Mum, Phil, Ben and I went to the Cemetary today to do some general housekeeping on daddy's grave - cleaning the headstone, fresh flowers and stuff while generally remembering him and having a rather nice time. His birthday would have been tomorrow (or today! - 7th July) and even if we only go once a year we generally try and time it around his birthday.

Anyway, walking the quarter of a mile or so back from daddy's grave to the main gate Ben spotted this spectacular error in grammar.



As Phil said, you would really think that people would check things are correct before going and actually etching it in to stone. It's not as if gravestones are particularly cheap.
lizziec: (animals - giraffe kiss)
Mum, Phil, Ben and I went to the Cemetary today to do some general housekeeping on daddy's grave - cleaning the headstone, fresh flowers and stuff while generally remembering him and having a rather nice time. His birthday would have been tomorrow (or today! - 7th July) and even if we only go once a year we generally try and time it around his birthday.

Anyway, walking the quarter of a mile or so back from daddy's grave to the main gate Ben spotted this spectacular error in grammar.



As Phil said, you would really think that people would check things are correct before going and actually etching it in to stone. It's not as if gravestones are particularly cheap.
lizziec: (animals - giraffe mother and baby)
Ben and I watched the series finale of Doctor Who earlier, but obviously have not really discussed it online yet, in deference to those who have for some reason or another not been able to watch it yet. However, the BBC seemingly have no such restraint as they have managed to completely spoiler the episode for anyone who has not seen it yet.

First (and please don't click on these links unless you've seen it or don't care cos I don't want angry complaints on my journal ;)), they point out key plot points in their Ticker across the top of the front page of the news website. Secondly on the front page of the "Entertainment section" they pretty much give away the entire plot in the headline and summary. Then if you actually go in to the article the whole ending is laid bare as well as or better than any spoiler or summary site on the internet could.

Nice job BBC ;) I wonder how many angry people will get in contact to complain.
lizziec: (animals - giraffe mother and baby)
Ben and I watched the series finale of Doctor Who earlier, but obviously have not really discussed it online yet, in deference to those who have for some reason or another not been able to watch it yet. However, the BBC seemingly have no such restraint as they have managed to completely spoiler the episode for anyone who has not seen it yet.

First (and please don't click on these links unless you've seen it or don't care cos I don't want angry complaints on my journal ;)), they point out key plot points in their Ticker across the top of the front page of the news website. Secondly on the front page of the "Entertainment section" they pretty much give away the entire plot in the headline and summary. Then if you actually go in to the article the whole ending is laid bare as well as or better than any spoiler or summary site on the internet could.

Nice job BBC ;) I wonder how many angry people will get in contact to complain.
lizziec: (animals - giraffe mother and baby)
Ben and I watched the series finale of Doctor Who earlier, but obviously have not really discussed it online yet, in deference to those who have for some reason or another not been able to watch it yet. However, the BBC seemingly have no such restraint as they have managed to completely spoiler the episode for anyone who has not seen it yet.

First (and please don't click on these links unless you've seen it or don't care cos I don't want angry complaints on my journal ;)), they point out key plot points in their Ticker across the top of the front page of the news website. Secondly on the front page of the "Entertainment section" they pretty much give away the entire plot in the headline and summary. Then if you actually go in to the article the whole ending is laid bare as well as or better than any spoiler or summary site on the internet could.

Nice job BBC ;) I wonder how many angry people will get in contact to complain.
lizziec: (me - schooluniform)
I was having a bad day a few days ago when ben cheered me up by pointing out to me this story in the local free rag, which clearly shows some students at CCCU who, if they had died in the fire, would have been candidates for the Darwin Awards.

The article )

For those who CBA to read the article themselves, basically there was a fire in an empty house next door to where the students lived. The students, Dan Fowler and Elliot Preston, originally did the clever thing and evacuated their own house - "There was a loud bang at the door. It was someone telling us to get out because the house next door was on fire."

Elliot took his laptop and alerted his housemate and they got out. So far, so clever.

But then: "We got outside but then I sent Dan back in to get the XBox. Unfortunately we broke Pro-Evolution Soccer in the process, which was not cool." It would have been even less cool if the fire had spread and they'd died in the process, although then they would have removed themselves from the gene pool, which after doing something so monumentally stupid may not have been a bad thing.

In other news, these are the final pictures to be taken with my old camera, a Fuji Finepix A210, which has done stirling service for over four years - it was purchased for me as a joint present from everyone when I turned 20.

The other day I purchased a Panasonic Lumix fz8, which was on manager's special for about £80 less than RRP because it was lacking a manual and a charger ;) The real shininess of the Lumix is the Leica lens. Before ben upgraded to a proper D-SLR he had a Panasonic Lumix fz30 and said that the lens was what really made the camera. I suspect that will be the case with this one too. The new charger arrived this morning, so in the next few days I will go out and take some test shots with it to show everyone :) Then I can tell you just how shiny (or not) the fz8 turns out to be :)
lizziec: (me - schooluniform)
I was having a bad day a few days ago when ben cheered me up by pointing out to me this story in the local free rag, which clearly shows some students at CCCU who, if they had died in the fire, would have been candidates for the Darwin Awards.

The article )

For those who CBA to read the article themselves, basically there was a fire in an empty house next door to where the students lived. The students, Dan Fowler and Elliot Preston, originally did the clever thing and evacuated their own house - "There was a loud bang at the door. It was someone telling us to get out because the house next door was on fire."

Elliot took his laptop and alerted his housemate and they got out. So far, so clever.

But then: "We got outside but then I sent Dan back in to get the XBox. Unfortunately we broke Pro-Evolution Soccer in the process, which was not cool." It would have been even less cool if the fire had spread and they'd died in the process, although then they would have removed themselves from the gene pool, which after doing something so monumentally stupid may not have been a bad thing.

In other news, these are the final pictures to be taken with my old camera, a Fuji Finepix A210, which has done stirling service for over four years - it was purchased for me as a joint present from everyone when I turned 20.

The other day I purchased a Panasonic Lumix fz8, which was on manager's special for about £80 less than RRP because it was lacking a manual and a charger ;) The real shininess of the Lumix is the Leica lens. Before ben upgraded to a proper D-SLR he had a Panasonic Lumix fz30 and said that the lens was what really made the camera. I suspect that will be the case with this one too. The new charger arrived this morning, so in the next few days I will go out and take some test shots with it to show everyone :) Then I can tell you just how shiny (or not) the fz8 turns out to be :)
lizziec: (me - schooluniform)
I was having a bad day a few days ago when ben cheered me up by pointing out to me this story in the local free rag, which clearly shows some students at CCCU who, if they had died in the fire, would have been candidates for the Darwin Awards.

The article )

For those who CBA to read the article themselves, basically there was a fire in an empty house next door to where the students lived. The students, Dan Fowler and Elliot Preston, originally did the clever thing and evacuated their own house - "There was a loud bang at the door. It was someone telling us to get out because the house next door was on fire."

Elliot took his laptop and alerted his housemate and they got out. So far, so clever.

But then: "We got outside but then I sent Dan back in to get the XBox. Unfortunately we broke Pro-Evolution Soccer in the process, which was not cool." It would have been even less cool if the fire had spread and they'd died in the process, although then they would have removed themselves from the gene pool, which after doing something so monumentally stupid may not have been a bad thing.

In other news, these are the final pictures to be taken with my old camera, a Fuji Finepix A210, which has done stirling service for over four years - it was purchased for me as a joint present from everyone when I turned 20.

The other day I purchased a Panasonic Lumix fz8, which was on manager's special for about £80 less than RRP because it was lacking a manual and a charger ;) The real shininess of the Lumix is the Leica lens. Before ben upgraded to a proper D-SLR he had a Panasonic Lumix fz30 and said that the lens was what really made the camera. I suspect that will be the case with this one too. The new charger arrived this morning, so in the next few days I will go out and take some test shots with it to show everyone :) Then I can tell you just how shiny (or not) the fz8 turns out to be :)
lizziec: (animals - duckling-bum)
Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday today :D

I would like to take this opportunity to introduce WA1, a 4k word essay due Wednesday - you will be seeing a lot more of this guy ;)

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
271 / 4,000
(6.8%)


*yawns*

Looks like an all nighter for tomorrow then...
lizziec: (animals - duckling-bum)
Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday today :D

I would like to take this opportunity to introduce WA1, a 4k word essay due Wednesday - you will be seeing a lot more of this guy ;)

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
271 / 4,000
(6.8%)


*yawns*

Looks like an all nighter for tomorrow then...
lizziec: (animals - duckling-bum)
Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday today :D

I would like to take this opportunity to introduce WA1, a 4k word essay due Wednesday - you will be seeing a lot more of this guy ;)

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
271 / 4,000
(6.8%)


*yawns*

Looks like an all nighter for tomorrow then...
lizziec: (Venus)
Ok, I'm stupid. Had to call ben at lan to ask how to work the grill on our cooker. Sausages set smoke alarm off. Had to get out step ladder to switch it off cos I couldn't find the pokey stick. Was standing right under it. Ears hurt now still, hours later. Hearing also feels dulled - like when I'm in an aeroplane and the pressure will not equalize.

More upsettingly, in my rush to shut the smoke alarm off I broke my laptop power thingy again by ripping the end piece out of the socket with my foot. It's in three distinct pieces now.

Feel ill - headachey, tired and blocked up (especially my ears :() :(
lizziec: (Venus)
Ok, I'm stupid. Had to call ben at lan to ask how to work the grill on our cooker. Sausages set smoke alarm off. Had to get out step ladder to switch it off cos I couldn't find the pokey stick. Was standing right under it. Ears hurt now still, hours later. Hearing also feels dulled - like when I'm in an aeroplane and the pressure will not equalize.

More upsettingly, in my rush to shut the smoke alarm off I broke my laptop power thingy again by ripping the end piece out of the socket with my foot. It's in three distinct pieces now.

Feel ill - headachey, tired and blocked up (especially my ears :() :(
lizziec: (Venus)
Ok, I'm stupid. Had to call ben at lan to ask how to work the grill on our cooker. Sausages set smoke alarm off. Had to get out step ladder to switch it off cos I couldn't find the pokey stick. Was standing right under it. Ears hurt now still, hours later. Hearing also feels dulled - like when I'm in an aeroplane and the pressure will not equalize.

More upsettingly, in my rush to shut the smoke alarm off I broke my laptop power thingy again by ripping the end piece out of the socket with my foot. It's in three distinct pieces now.

Feel ill - headachey, tired and blocked up (especially my ears :() :(
lizziec: (Default)
Everyone look back on LJ at what you were doing three, two and one years ago today.

Doing a post about how much you think you/your situation has changed is much encouraged but not necessary.


Ok - so this was me a year ago. Just started recovering from depression. Unemployed. So a year on I'm still recovering (as in, I still have moments when I know I'm much more up and down than I was before) but much better. Still unemployed but waiting to start a course a CCUC. Getting married in 4 weeks 5 days. Eeep. Generally much happier and more secure. Not running iBot anymore, mostly cos I graduated ;)

Two years ago? I was moving into 19b and recovering from Glandular Fever. I was very excited about moving into my second year house. How experience changes a person ;) If I knew then what I know now...

I didn't have my LJ three years ago, but I do have one from when I started in December 2002. Well with an entry like this, it's hardly surprising that seven months later I got glandular fever. I didn't slow down from that through the entire year. I'm surprised I passed really. I can't believe how stupid I was looking back at it all. I've come a very very long way since then. I was so naieve and stupid. And got much less sleep. Main lesson from this? Never keep first year comsci hours and normal person hours. It just doesn't work.
lizziec: (Default)
Everyone look back on LJ at what you were doing three, two and one years ago today.

Doing a post about how much you think you/your situation has changed is much encouraged but not necessary.


Ok - so this was me a year ago. Just started recovering from depression. Unemployed. So a year on I'm still recovering (as in, I still have moments when I know I'm much more up and down than I was before) but much better. Still unemployed but waiting to start a course a CCUC. Getting married in 4 weeks 5 days. Eeep. Generally much happier and more secure. Not running iBot anymore, mostly cos I graduated ;)

Two years ago? I was moving into 19b and recovering from Glandular Fever. I was very excited about moving into my second year house. How experience changes a person ;) If I knew then what I know now...

I didn't have my LJ three years ago, but I do have one from when I started in December 2002. Well with an entry like this, it's hardly surprising that seven months later I got glandular fever. I didn't slow down from that through the entire year. I'm surprised I passed really. I can't believe how stupid I was looking back at it all. I've come a very very long way since then. I was so naieve and stupid. And got much less sleep. Main lesson from this? Never keep first year comsci hours and normal person hours. It just doesn't work.
lizziec: (Default)
Everyone look back on LJ at what you were doing three, two and one years ago today.

Doing a post about how much you think you/your situation has changed is much encouraged but not necessary.


Ok - so this was me a year ago. Just started recovering from depression. Unemployed. So a year on I'm still recovering (as in, I still have moments when I know I'm much more up and down than I was before) but much better. Still unemployed but waiting to start a course a CCUC. Getting married in 4 weeks 5 days. Eeep. Generally much happier and more secure. Not running iBot anymore, mostly cos I graduated ;)

Two years ago? I was moving into 19b and recovering from Glandular Fever. I was very excited about moving into my second year house. How experience changes a person ;) If I knew then what I know now...

I didn't have my LJ three years ago, but I do have one from when I started in December 2002. Well with an entry like this, it's hardly surprising that seven months later I got glandular fever. I didn't slow down from that through the entire year. I'm surprised I passed really. I can't believe how stupid I was looking back at it all. I've come a very very long way since then. I was so naieve and stupid. And got much less sleep. Main lesson from this? Never keep first year comsci hours and normal person hours. It just doesn't work.
lizziec: (Default)
Term has finished now. Been a rather hectic one too, there seemed to be no time to stop and breathe. Still, hopefully the holidays should give me some breathing space. Ben and I finished most of our Christmas shopping yesterday and cos it was a Monday and term still hasn't finished for most schools it wasn't too horrid. Unfortunately will have to do the last few bits in Croydon on the 23rd - that *will* be horrible :( Still, feel accomplished that most of it is out of the way :)

For those of you interested in my academic work, my marks have jumped this year from an average of 58% to an average of 68%. I'm so proud of myself :D I hope I can keep it up, cos this would mean I could graduate with a definate 2:1, which is what I'm after. Still, I'll cross my fingers and hope quietly that I can keep it up. Have holiday work to do, which sucks :( Even worse is that all the books I need are out of the library until the 12th January, with the deadline being 5 days or so after that :| Will need to talk to my tutor I think.

Speaking of my tutor, some may recall the battle over powerpoint I had with him:

first email to tutor )

I got a reply:

first email from tutor )

So I sent him an email back:

second email to tutor )

I never recieved a reply. As a result my partner and I did a powerpoint pres and printed it to sheets of assitate instead, as they were the facilities available to us :|

After out visit to the British Museum as part of the course (piccies here), I sent him a link to the pictures I took. And got a reply:

surprising letter from my tutor )

Bwhahaha. I shall view that as a victory! :D

Anyway, this has been long and boring enough, so I shall finish up now with a meme I stole from [livejournal.com profile] red_pill.

end of year meme )
lizziec: (Default)
Term has finished now. Been a rather hectic one too, there seemed to be no time to stop and breathe. Still, hopefully the holidays should give me some breathing space. Ben and I finished most of our Christmas shopping yesterday and cos it was a Monday and term still hasn't finished for most schools it wasn't too horrid. Unfortunately will have to do the last few bits in Croydon on the 23rd - that *will* be horrible :( Still, feel accomplished that most of it is out of the way :)

For those of you interested in my academic work, my marks have jumped this year from an average of 58% to an average of 68%. I'm so proud of myself :D I hope I can keep it up, cos this would mean I could graduate with a definate 2:1, which is what I'm after. Still, I'll cross my fingers and hope quietly that I can keep it up. Have holiday work to do, which sucks :( Even worse is that all the books I need are out of the library until the 12th January, with the deadline being 5 days or so after that :| Will need to talk to my tutor I think.

Speaking of my tutor, some may recall the battle over powerpoint I had with him:

first email to tutor )

I got a reply:

first email from tutor )

So I sent him an email back:

second email to tutor )

I never recieved a reply. As a result my partner and I did a powerpoint pres and printed it to sheets of assitate instead, as they were the facilities available to us :|

After out visit to the British Museum as part of the course (piccies here), I sent him a link to the pictures I took. And got a reply:

surprising letter from my tutor )

Bwhahaha. I shall view that as a victory! :D

Anyway, this has been long and boring enough, so I shall finish up now with a meme I stole from [livejournal.com profile] red_pill.

end of year meme )
lizziec: (Default)
Term has finished now. Been a rather hectic one too, there seemed to be no time to stop and breathe. Still, hopefully the holidays should give me some breathing space. Ben and I finished most of our Christmas shopping yesterday and cos it was a Monday and term still hasn't finished for most schools it wasn't too horrid. Unfortunately will have to do the last few bits in Croydon on the 23rd - that *will* be horrible :( Still, feel accomplished that most of it is out of the way :)

For those of you interested in my academic work, my marks have jumped this year from an average of 58% to an average of 68%. I'm so proud of myself :D I hope I can keep it up, cos this would mean I could graduate with a definate 2:1, which is what I'm after. Still, I'll cross my fingers and hope quietly that I can keep it up. Have holiday work to do, which sucks :( Even worse is that all the books I need are out of the library until the 12th January, with the deadline being 5 days or so after that :| Will need to talk to my tutor I think.

Speaking of my tutor, some may recall the battle over powerpoint I had with him:

first email to tutor )

I got a reply:

first email from tutor )

So I sent him an email back:

second email to tutor )

I never recieved a reply. As a result my partner and I did a powerpoint pres and printed it to sheets of assitate instead, as they were the facilities available to us :|

After out visit to the British Museum as part of the course (piccies here), I sent him a link to the pictures I took. And got a reply:

surprising letter from my tutor )

Bwhahaha. I shall view that as a victory! :D

Anyway, this has been long and boring enough, so I shall finish up now with a meme I stole from [livejournal.com profile] red_pill.

end of year meme )
lizziec: (Default)
Fool of the day goes to the gentleman in this by the nick of "Gaffer".

For those who don't know the UKC admins by nick, on UKCIRC in that channel they are:
jam
pao
dmc
tim
pete
ben
andy

I would have felt bad about it, but he kept just opening himself up for more...idiot.
lizziec: (Default)
Fool of the day goes to the gentleman in this by the nick of "Gaffer".

For those who don't know the UKC admins by nick, on UKCIRC in that channel they are:
jam
pao
dmc
tim
pete
ben
andy

I would have felt bad about it, but he kept just opening himself up for more...idiot.
lizziec: (Default)
Fool of the day goes to the gentleman in this by the nick of "Gaffer".

For those who don't know the UKC admins by nick, on UKCIRC in that channel they are:
jam
pao
dmc
tim
pete
ben
andy

I would have felt bad about it, but he kept just opening himself up for more...idiot.
lizziec: (Default)
hmm...so where did we last leave our heroine? Ah, yes! She was sleep deprived with 300 words left on one essay and a whole new one to write before the end of term, at 5pm that day...

Well, basically, I cocked up my time management a tad. So...I still have 2 essays outstanding. The first is NOT my fault cos it's finished except for the bibliography, the second is totally my fault. Lets start at the very beginning...

Got about 2 hours sleep. Woke up 7.45 on Friday morning so was obviously late for work again but still managed to do it, dropped dem kiddiwinkles at school and rushed back on my bike to have brekkie. i considered skipping it but decided that I would feel worse with no brekkie. So...I ate but couldn't eat as much as i usually do. I felt very ill indeedey and wandered to the upstairs computer room to work. Sat down and finished 1st essay minus bibliography in half an hour consuming in this time 2 cans of coke and wandering over to the window no less than 5 times to prevent self from falling asleep. Began second essay. Was no more than 2 lines in when I fell aslessp on the keyboard. I only slept for 5 mins but after that asked for tips for staying awake on irc. They suggested COffee and Pro PLus. Have tried the latter before and it just made me sleepy so I wandered down to the coffee machine to get my 1st cup of coffee. I tried it white with extra sugar 1st and was very nearly sick so I threw that away and got expresschoc instead. It was only marginally better. Anyway, went back to public pc room and bolstered by frequent sips of foul coffee I worked on essay. Sleep deprived state hindered me... A LOT! Gave up all pretence of work at about midday and emailed history tutor with this:
I am in a major mess in that I have barely started this essay and am already exhaused having truly screwed up my time management and been working all night on another essay. I'm not entirely sure what I should do because I don't think that I can finish this in time and have it making sense. I'm doing it on Alfred the Great and Eduation so I don't even know if it's you I should be emailing about this problem. This past week with all the essay deadlines has been a sharp learning curve for me and I think (and really hope and want) that next term my skills in this area will have improved.
Can you suggest any way out of my current crisis?
Elizabeth.

The angel of a tutor emailed back at 4.30 with this:
Dear Elizabeth,

First, don't panic: everyone has several crises like this at Uni. Prioritise your work, give it all a realistic timetable, and out of courtesy email lecturers to whom you will be handing in work late. (We are much more sympathetic when people realise *before* the deadline that they won't make it).

Richard Gameson is the one to whom you should hand in this essay. If it's late, it'll still be marked, but it'll drop one mark for each day that it's late (unless he's kind enough to give you an extension). Check whether this includes the holiday - if so, you'll need to post it in if necessary.

I'm glad you feel like you've learned from this experience! If not, drop into UELT who run sessions on time management. Try also http://www.skills4study.co.uk

I hope you get back into relaxed mode in time for Christmas!
Best wishes, Charlotte

Isn't she lovely! I've still to email the dude cos webmail went down but more on that later...
Anyway, jibbled about on irc for a bit then rushed to canterbury to get christmas pressies. Shared a taxi with an angel of a west ham joint history politics student who was going to canterbury west and paid for the thing. If he ever reads this: Thank you! There will always be a drink at the bar waiting for you from me! Nennyway, got the presents and got taxi back to uni at 3pm. Just enuf time to write bibliographgy on 4 day overdue essay, print it off, hand it in and get to work. Saunter off to ppc room only to discover entire uni network is down. Grrr... So essay still not handed in but I will email it off later in the week. Anyway, rushed to work, dropping in Skel's christmas card on my way (actually yule card! - Aren't i thoughtful). Got kids took them home, gave pressies to be opened Christmas Day and recieved the same. It feels like choccies to me! :)

Went back to uni, dropping by Pete's on the way back to give Alex (creature), Tom (Sellars) and Pete (SlimeyPete) their crimbo cards. Pete was asleep! Kissed him and he woke up. Huggled for a mo then I rushed off back to uni to meet my mum, pack up my stuff and rush off home. Had chienes 1st at cheap noodle place in Canterbury then drove halfway home. Mum drove the 1st half. Wasn't tired when I got home so jibbled on irc till 4am. Then I slept till 12! Bliss!

Spent most of Sat driving or wrestling Philip for net time. Couldn't play late into the nite cos he decided to defrag his hd. :( It scan disced all last night so when I sign off tonight I have to start it defragging. Ho hum. I hired Minority Report and we watched that together then read for a bit and went to bed. Slept till 2pm! Had a bath, returned vid, popped into tescos and got the gossip from Pippa. She and Candice just got back from the nationals! She came 4th in the seniors and Candi came 1st in the juniors and is off the junior olympics and junior worlds. Yay for them! Everyone was pleased to hear I had a boyfriend! Had a roast dinner folowed by choccie vienetta and then read a book and listened to moosik before Poirot. Then watched that with mamma. We also played scrabble. I had a 20 point lead at one point but she crushed me...again! I will win a game against her ONE day! grr...

Anyway, sent Phil to bed at 10.30 so I've had the net! mwahahahahahaha! :)
Thats about it I think.

OOh! Wait! I forgot to say how much I miss the minkees. Can't get into #cs cos no raptor so I have to hang about on #jibblers till one decides to make an appearance! Haven't seen creature at all, which is a poity cos i like im. He's funny and he makes me work. I've jibbled to skel and sellars and had a lovely convo with Pete tonight who had his webcam working! Yay! Me had missed him! ANyway, more tomorow after stoopid college reunion. Only 2 bright spots. get to jibble to best friend about events at uni and get to see skel and so get a minkees fix. neway, to bed!

Note: will really miss Thursday #cs meet. Think I need to get myself a life...
lizziec: (Default)
hmm...so where did we last leave our heroine? Ah, yes! She was sleep deprived with 300 words left on one essay and a whole new one to write before the end of term, at 5pm that day...

Well, basically, I cocked up my time management a tad. So...I still have 2 essays outstanding. The first is NOT my fault cos it's finished except for the bibliography, the second is totally my fault. Lets start at the very beginning...

Got about 2 hours sleep. Woke up 7.45 on Friday morning so was obviously late for work again but still managed to do it, dropped dem kiddiwinkles at school and rushed back on my bike to have brekkie. i considered skipping it but decided that I would feel worse with no brekkie. So...I ate but couldn't eat as much as i usually do. I felt very ill indeedey and wandered to the upstairs computer room to work. Sat down and finished 1st essay minus bibliography in half an hour consuming in this time 2 cans of coke and wandering over to the window no less than 5 times to prevent self from falling asleep. Began second essay. Was no more than 2 lines in when I fell aslessp on the keyboard. I only slept for 5 mins but after that asked for tips for staying awake on irc. They suggested COffee and Pro PLus. Have tried the latter before and it just made me sleepy so I wandered down to the coffee machine to get my 1st cup of coffee. I tried it white with extra sugar 1st and was very nearly sick so I threw that away and got expresschoc instead. It was only marginally better. Anyway, went back to public pc room and bolstered by frequent sips of foul coffee I worked on essay. Sleep deprived state hindered me... A LOT! Gave up all pretence of work at about midday and emailed history tutor with this:
I am in a major mess in that I have barely started this essay and am already exhaused having truly screwed up my time management and been working all night on another essay. I'm not entirely sure what I should do because I don't think that I can finish this in time and have it making sense. I'm doing it on Alfred the Great and Eduation so I don't even know if it's you I should be emailing about this problem. This past week with all the essay deadlines has been a sharp learning curve for me and I think (and really hope and want) that next term my skills in this area will have improved.
Can you suggest any way out of my current crisis?
Elizabeth.

The angel of a tutor emailed back at 4.30 with this:
Dear Elizabeth,

First, don't panic: everyone has several crises like this at Uni. Prioritise your work, give it all a realistic timetable, and out of courtesy email lecturers to whom you will be handing in work late. (We are much more sympathetic when people realise *before* the deadline that they won't make it).

Richard Gameson is the one to whom you should hand in this essay. If it's late, it'll still be marked, but it'll drop one mark for each day that it's late (unless he's kind enough to give you an extension). Check whether this includes the holiday - if so, you'll need to post it in if necessary.

I'm glad you feel like you've learned from this experience! If not, drop into UELT who run sessions on time management. Try also http://www.skills4study.co.uk

I hope you get back into relaxed mode in time for Christmas!
Best wishes, Charlotte

Isn't she lovely! I've still to email the dude cos webmail went down but more on that later...
Anyway, jibbled about on irc for a bit then rushed to canterbury to get christmas pressies. Shared a taxi with an angel of a west ham joint history politics student who was going to canterbury west and paid for the thing. If he ever reads this: Thank you! There will always be a drink at the bar waiting for you from me! Nennyway, got the presents and got taxi back to uni at 3pm. Just enuf time to write bibliographgy on 4 day overdue essay, print it off, hand it in and get to work. Saunter off to ppc room only to discover entire uni network is down. Grrr... So essay still not handed in but I will email it off later in the week. Anyway, rushed to work, dropping in Skel's christmas card on my way (actually yule card! - Aren't i thoughtful). Got kids took them home, gave pressies to be opened Christmas Day and recieved the same. It feels like choccies to me! :)

Went back to uni, dropping by Pete's on the way back to give Alex (creature), Tom (Sellars) and Pete (SlimeyPete) their crimbo cards. Pete was asleep! Kissed him and he woke up. Huggled for a mo then I rushed off back to uni to meet my mum, pack up my stuff and rush off home. Had chienes 1st at cheap noodle place in Canterbury then drove halfway home. Mum drove the 1st half. Wasn't tired when I got home so jibbled on irc till 4am. Then I slept till 12! Bliss!

Spent most of Sat driving or wrestling Philip for net time. Couldn't play late into the nite cos he decided to defrag his hd. :( It scan disced all last night so when I sign off tonight I have to start it defragging. Ho hum. I hired Minority Report and we watched that together then read for a bit and went to bed. Slept till 2pm! Had a bath, returned vid, popped into tescos and got the gossip from Pippa. She and Candice just got back from the nationals! She came 4th in the seniors and Candi came 1st in the juniors and is off the junior olympics and junior worlds. Yay for them! Everyone was pleased to hear I had a boyfriend! Had a roast dinner folowed by choccie vienetta and then read a book and listened to moosik before Poirot. Then watched that with mamma. We also played scrabble. I had a 20 point lead at one point but she crushed me...again! I will win a game against her ONE day! grr...

Anyway, sent Phil to bed at 10.30 so I've had the net! mwahahahahahaha! :)
Thats about it I think.

OOh! Wait! I forgot to say how much I miss the minkees. Can't get into #cs cos no raptor so I have to hang about on #jibblers till one decides to make an appearance! Haven't seen creature at all, which is a poity cos i like im. He's funny and he makes me work. I've jibbled to skel and sellars and had a lovely convo with Pete tonight who had his webcam working! Yay! Me had missed him! ANyway, more tomorow after stoopid college reunion. Only 2 bright spots. get to jibble to best friend about events at uni and get to see skel and so get a minkees fix. neway, to bed!

Note: will really miss Thursday #cs meet. Think I need to get myself a life...
lizziec: (Default)
hmm...so where did we last leave our heroine? Ah, yes! She was sleep deprived with 300 words left on one essay and a whole new one to write before the end of term, at 5pm that day...

Well, basically, I cocked up my time management a tad. So...I still have 2 essays outstanding. The first is NOT my fault cos it's finished except for the bibliography, the second is totally my fault. Lets start at the very beginning...

Got about 2 hours sleep. Woke up 7.45 on Friday morning so was obviously late for work again but still managed to do it, dropped dem kiddiwinkles at school and rushed back on my bike to have brekkie. i considered skipping it but decided that I would feel worse with no brekkie. So...I ate but couldn't eat as much as i usually do. I felt very ill indeedey and wandered to the upstairs computer room to work. Sat down and finished 1st essay minus bibliography in half an hour consuming in this time 2 cans of coke and wandering over to the window no less than 5 times to prevent self from falling asleep. Began second essay. Was no more than 2 lines in when I fell aslessp on the keyboard. I only slept for 5 mins but after that asked for tips for staying awake on irc. They suggested COffee and Pro PLus. Have tried the latter before and it just made me sleepy so I wandered down to the coffee machine to get my 1st cup of coffee. I tried it white with extra sugar 1st and was very nearly sick so I threw that away and got expresschoc instead. It was only marginally better. Anyway, went back to public pc room and bolstered by frequent sips of foul coffee I worked on essay. Sleep deprived state hindered me... A LOT! Gave up all pretence of work at about midday and emailed history tutor with this:
I am in a major mess in that I have barely started this essay and am already exhaused having truly screwed up my time management and been working all night on another essay. I'm not entirely sure what I should do because I don't think that I can finish this in time and have it making sense. I'm doing it on Alfred the Great and Eduation so I don't even know if it's you I should be emailing about this problem. This past week with all the essay deadlines has been a sharp learning curve for me and I think (and really hope and want) that next term my skills in this area will have improved.
Can you suggest any way out of my current crisis?
Elizabeth.

The angel of a tutor emailed back at 4.30 with this:
Dear Elizabeth,

First, don't panic: everyone has several crises like this at Uni. Prioritise your work, give it all a realistic timetable, and out of courtesy email lecturers to whom you will be handing in work late. (We are much more sympathetic when people realise *before* the deadline that they won't make it).

Richard Gameson is the one to whom you should hand in this essay. If it's late, it'll still be marked, but it'll drop one mark for each day that it's late (unless he's kind enough to give you an extension). Check whether this includes the holiday - if so, you'll need to post it in if necessary.

I'm glad you feel like you've learned from this experience! If not, drop into UELT who run sessions on time management. Try also http://www.skills4study.co.uk

I hope you get back into relaxed mode in time for Christmas!
Best wishes, Charlotte

Isn't she lovely! I've still to email the dude cos webmail went down but more on that later...
Anyway, jibbled about on irc for a bit then rushed to canterbury to get christmas pressies. Shared a taxi with an angel of a west ham joint history politics student who was going to canterbury west and paid for the thing. If he ever reads this: Thank you! There will always be a drink at the bar waiting for you from me! Nennyway, got the presents and got taxi back to uni at 3pm. Just enuf time to write bibliographgy on 4 day overdue essay, print it off, hand it in and get to work. Saunter off to ppc room only to discover entire uni network is down. Grrr... So essay still not handed in but I will email it off later in the week. Anyway, rushed to work, dropping in Skel's christmas card on my way (actually yule card! - Aren't i thoughtful). Got kids took them home, gave pressies to be opened Christmas Day and recieved the same. It feels like choccies to me! :)

Went back to uni, dropping by Pete's on the way back to give Alex (creature), Tom (Sellars) and Pete (SlimeyPete) their crimbo cards. Pete was asleep! Kissed him and he woke up. Huggled for a mo then I rushed off back to uni to meet my mum, pack up my stuff and rush off home. Had chienes 1st at cheap noodle place in Canterbury then drove halfway home. Mum drove the 1st half. Wasn't tired when I got home so jibbled on irc till 4am. Then I slept till 12! Bliss!

Spent most of Sat driving or wrestling Philip for net time. Couldn't play late into the nite cos he decided to defrag his hd. :( It scan disced all last night so when I sign off tonight I have to start it defragging. Ho hum. I hired Minority Report and we watched that together then read for a bit and went to bed. Slept till 2pm! Had a bath, returned vid, popped into tescos and got the gossip from Pippa. She and Candice just got back from the nationals! She came 4th in the seniors and Candi came 1st in the juniors and is off the junior olympics and junior worlds. Yay for them! Everyone was pleased to hear I had a boyfriend! Had a roast dinner folowed by choccie vienetta and then read a book and listened to moosik before Poirot. Then watched that with mamma. We also played scrabble. I had a 20 point lead at one point but she crushed me...again! I will win a game against her ONE day! grr...

Anyway, sent Phil to bed at 10.30 so I've had the net! mwahahahahahaha! :)
Thats about it I think.

OOh! Wait! I forgot to say how much I miss the minkees. Can't get into #cs cos no raptor so I have to hang about on #jibblers till one decides to make an appearance! Haven't seen creature at all, which is a poity cos i like im. He's funny and he makes me work. I've jibbled to skel and sellars and had a lovely convo with Pete tonight who had his webcam working! Yay! Me had missed him! ANyway, more tomorow after stoopid college reunion. Only 2 bright spots. get to jibble to best friend about events at uni and get to see skel and so get a minkees fix. neway, to bed!

Note: will really miss Thursday #cs meet. Think I need to get myself a life...
lizziec: (Default)
Went to work and did that stuff pretty much as usual. Went to breakfast - a skel day and he let be jibble about on his 'pooter for a bit which was nice. He has a nifty laptop as well as an ordinary one so we both got to play! Pete's new mouse arrived this morning which is good cos his old one sucked! lol. Anyway, worked half heartedly at essay for a while and then went to work. Came back and went straight to Clarie's with Pete and Alex cos Clarie's Christmas dinner was tonight.

Meal was very nice indeedy (even got to see dt in a skirt) until I started behaving very badly indeed. The essay situation has gotten no better and I'm panicking. Solution = use a 'pooter NOT connected to the net. Who owns such a 'pooter? SKEL!!! So I asked him. I said please. He said no. I didn't let it drop. At least 10 minutes of the following ensued.
ME: Please
SKEL: No
ME: Please
SKEL: No
ME: Why not?
SKEL: Because you need to learn to work.
ME: Is that it?
SKEL: You need to learn to work to deadlines.

Anyway, proceeded to push too far and almost lost my temper and said some stuff I'd have regretted forever. God only knows what poor Pete thought. I later realised he was right (well, I knew he was at the time but why choose *now* to teach lesson!) and that he's only looking out for me. No comfort for me atm tho. Have to see what tomorrow brings. Anyway, Bill (Mortuus47) eventually came to the rescue and let me his laptop which he had there. I typed 100 words in 15 mins. The others were amazed. I don't think they knew I could work that fast! I used the laptop until we had to go back to the uni and then he let me use it during the #cs meeting in Eliot Dining Hall, which was nice. I like being around my friends while I work. Anyway, net result is I'm only 300 words away from the end of the essay due in the Tuesday just gone. Still have the one for tomorrow to do but I'm hoping I can think of something to avoid procrastination tomorrow. God only knows when I'll get time tho. I have to buy crimbo gifts for the kids and pack and do essay. There's NO TIME!

Anyway, a group of us, including Pete and I wandered back to the uni for the cs meet but when one of out number had to go their parter looked very upset indeed, esp when we called to them to come with us. Nennyway, got back without incident tho I should prob have paid more attention to Pete but I was worried about upset person who is a lovely friend of mine. Went back to my room, got the bitz I needed for #cs meet and jibbled over to EDH. When I got there settled down on laptop with essay. Pete kept me company which was nice and creature being creature kept telling me to do my essay. WHich is very him and to begin with slightly annoying tho it does keep me on the straight and narrow with my essay (evidence-amount of work done). Still managed to sing some songs tho so I was pleased. Came back here in the cold and logged on to irc had convo with Pete that ran thus:
[01:18] Is there a word for reverse vanity?
[01:19] poor self esteem?
[01:19] self-loathing?
[01:19] * Trapper puts up hand
[01:19] i have those
[01:19] lol Trapper well u shouldn't
[01:19] SlimeyPete: you're *supposed* to say that
[01:19] true but I mean it

aww...:) How sweet! :) And my friend managed to sort out arrangements so asto get maximum amount of time with partner. Good for them! :)

Home tomorrow. So tired! So much to do! Bleugh!

Still don't know what I'm gonna do about tomorrow... :(
lizziec: (Default)
Went to work and did that stuff pretty much as usual. Went to breakfast - a skel day and he let be jibble about on his 'pooter for a bit which was nice. He has a nifty laptop as well as an ordinary one so we both got to play! Pete's new mouse arrived this morning which is good cos his old one sucked! lol. Anyway, worked half heartedly at essay for a while and then went to work. Came back and went straight to Clarie's with Pete and Alex cos Clarie's Christmas dinner was tonight.

Meal was very nice indeedy (even got to see dt in a skirt) until I started behaving very badly indeed. The essay situation has gotten no better and I'm panicking. Solution = use a 'pooter NOT connected to the net. Who owns such a 'pooter? SKEL!!! So I asked him. I said please. He said no. I didn't let it drop. At least 10 minutes of the following ensued.
ME: Please
SKEL: No
ME: Please
SKEL: No
ME: Why not?
SKEL: Because you need to learn to work.
ME: Is that it?
SKEL: You need to learn to work to deadlines.

Anyway, proceeded to push too far and almost lost my temper and said some stuff I'd have regretted forever. God only knows what poor Pete thought. I later realised he was right (well, I knew he was at the time but why choose *now* to teach lesson!) and that he's only looking out for me. No comfort for me atm tho. Have to see what tomorrow brings. Anyway, Bill (Mortuus47) eventually came to the rescue and let me his laptop which he had there. I typed 100 words in 15 mins. The others were amazed. I don't think they knew I could work that fast! I used the laptop until we had to go back to the uni and then he let me use it during the #cs meeting in Eliot Dining Hall, which was nice. I like being around my friends while I work. Anyway, net result is I'm only 300 words away from the end of the essay due in the Tuesday just gone. Still have the one for tomorrow to do but I'm hoping I can think of something to avoid procrastination tomorrow. God only knows when I'll get time tho. I have to buy crimbo gifts for the kids and pack and do essay. There's NO TIME!

Anyway, a group of us, including Pete and I wandered back to the uni for the cs meet but when one of out number had to go their parter looked very upset indeed, esp when we called to them to come with us. Nennyway, got back without incident tho I should prob have paid more attention to Pete but I was worried about upset person who is a lovely friend of mine. Went back to my room, got the bitz I needed for #cs meet and jibbled over to EDH. When I got there settled down on laptop with essay. Pete kept me company which was nice and creature being creature kept telling me to do my essay. WHich is very him and to begin with slightly annoying tho it does keep me on the straight and narrow with my essay (evidence-amount of work done). Still managed to sing some songs tho so I was pleased. Came back here in the cold and logged on to irc had convo with Pete that ran thus:
[01:18] Is there a word for reverse vanity?
[01:19] poor self esteem?
[01:19] self-loathing?
[01:19] * Trapper puts up hand
[01:19] i have those
[01:19] lol Trapper well u shouldn't
[01:19] SlimeyPete: you're *supposed* to say that
[01:19] true but I mean it

aww...:) How sweet! :) And my friend managed to sort out arrangements so asto get maximum amount of time with partner. Good for them! :)

Home tomorrow. So tired! So much to do! Bleugh!

Still don't know what I'm gonna do about tomorrow... :(
lizziec: (Default)
Went to work and did that stuff pretty much as usual. Went to breakfast - a skel day and he let be jibble about on his 'pooter for a bit which was nice. He has a nifty laptop as well as an ordinary one so we both got to play! Pete's new mouse arrived this morning which is good cos his old one sucked! lol. Anyway, worked half heartedly at essay for a while and then went to work. Came back and went straight to Clarie's with Pete and Alex cos Clarie's Christmas dinner was tonight.

Meal was very nice indeedy (even got to see dt in a skirt) until I started behaving very badly indeed. The essay situation has gotten no better and I'm panicking. Solution = use a 'pooter NOT connected to the net. Who owns such a 'pooter? SKEL!!! So I asked him. I said please. He said no. I didn't let it drop. At least 10 minutes of the following ensued.
ME: Please
SKEL: No
ME: Please
SKEL: No
ME: Why not?
SKEL: Because you need to learn to work.
ME: Is that it?
SKEL: You need to learn to work to deadlines.

Anyway, proceeded to push too far and almost lost my temper and said some stuff I'd have regretted forever. God only knows what poor Pete thought. I later realised he was right (well, I knew he was at the time but why choose *now* to teach lesson!) and that he's only looking out for me. No comfort for me atm tho. Have to see what tomorrow brings. Anyway, Bill (Mortuus47) eventually came to the rescue and let me his laptop which he had there. I typed 100 words in 15 mins. The others were amazed. I don't think they knew I could work that fast! I used the laptop until we had to go back to the uni and then he let me use it during the #cs meeting in Eliot Dining Hall, which was nice. I like being around my friends while I work. Anyway, net result is I'm only 300 words away from the end of the essay due in the Tuesday just gone. Still have the one for tomorrow to do but I'm hoping I can think of something to avoid procrastination tomorrow. God only knows when I'll get time tho. I have to buy crimbo gifts for the kids and pack and do essay. There's NO TIME!

Anyway, a group of us, including Pete and I wandered back to the uni for the cs meet but when one of out number had to go their parter looked very upset indeed, esp when we called to them to come with us. Nennyway, got back without incident tho I should prob have paid more attention to Pete but I was worried about upset person who is a lovely friend of mine. Went back to my room, got the bitz I needed for #cs meet and jibbled over to EDH. When I got there settled down on laptop with essay. Pete kept me company which was nice and creature being creature kept telling me to do my essay. WHich is very him and to begin with slightly annoying tho it does keep me on the straight and narrow with my essay (evidence-amount of work done). Still managed to sing some songs tho so I was pleased. Came back here in the cold and logged on to irc had convo with Pete that ran thus:
[01:18] Is there a word for reverse vanity?
[01:19] poor self esteem?
[01:19] self-loathing?
[01:19] * Trapper puts up hand
[01:19] i have those
[01:19] lol Trapper well u shouldn't
[01:19] SlimeyPete: you're *supposed* to say that
[01:19] true but I mean it

aww...:) How sweet! :) And my friend managed to sort out arrangements so asto get maximum amount of time with partner. Good for them! :)

Home tomorrow. So tired! So much to do! Bleugh!

Still don't know what I'm gonna do about tomorrow... :(

Ooh!

12 December 2002 02:32 am
lizziec: (Default)
Ooh! Was given a code by Skeldof so that I can actually start one of these things! :) Anyways, I'm in quite a good mood, which is odd cos I had a generally crappy day. All five of my alarms went off as usual (yes, count them, FIVE) and according to my mother I sounded pretty awake when she called at 7 to make sure I was getting up and ready for work and still I went back to sleep! I only woke up at 8.15 when they tested the fire alarms in the college. Thing is, I'm supposed to be at work by 7.30 and I finish by 8.45. I raced to work on my bike, nearly getting killed by a couple of irate car drivers! Missed them there so tore off to their school where I caught Tom who only told me "mummy was a bit annoyed". That meant I had to wait till she got home tonight to find out if I still had a job. Anyway, felt so depressed was almost suicidal (or felt it at the time) and wasn't helped my the mauling out my mamma gave me about it being inevitable cos I'm getting so little sleep. Anyway, went back to bed after that, skipping 9am seminar which I have still to do the essay for and slept till 12.30.

Woke up, came onto irc (eek!) and did about 50 words on my essay which is a rehash of an old report anyway and jibbled about on irc for 2 hours before going to pick up the kids (the ones I childmind for!) and took them home. While they were reading (and I conned them into half an hour!) I started marking up textbooks then got bored and read the Radio Times instead (man, I REALLY need a work ethic!). I wonder if the kids notice 10 minutes takes longer when I'm there than when anyone else is minding them...

Found out I still have a job. Yay! :) Sue said it could happen to anyone! (v. true, esp on 3 hours sleep in 48...) and gave me another go. Then the kids and I made paperchains. SO mood was considerably lighter when I went to Pete's after work where we jibbled about on IRC and cuddled a bit. He also gave me the lotr ttt st which was lovely of him. :D Then I went and ate dinner in Rutherford (don't usually but hadn't had breakfast or lunch so I had to) and then went to the Carol concert at the Cathedral and had a good sing! I love Christmas Carols and it was amazing in the Cathedral. My voice was louder than anyone round me so I got some strange looks but I don't care!

Got lazy and caught a cab back then came to 'pooter room to do work and listen to new cd but have been procrastinating on irc for 4 hours but learning about becoming a good friend. 4 hours? Ohoh...

I wish I was snuggled up to Pete but I'm still here, ostensibly getting on with work. Need bed!

Ooh!

12 December 2002 02:32 am
lizziec: (Default)
Ooh! Was given a code by Skeldof so that I can actually start one of these things! :) Anyways, I'm in quite a good mood, which is odd cos I had a generally crappy day. All five of my alarms went off as usual (yes, count them, FIVE) and according to my mother I sounded pretty awake when she called at 7 to make sure I was getting up and ready for work and still I went back to sleep! I only woke up at 8.15 when they tested the fire alarms in the college. Thing is, I'm supposed to be at work by 7.30 and I finish by 8.45. I raced to work on my bike, nearly getting killed by a couple of irate car drivers! Missed them there so tore off to their school where I caught Tom who only told me "mummy was a bit annoyed". That meant I had to wait till she got home tonight to find out if I still had a job. Anyway, felt so depressed was almost suicidal (or felt it at the time) and wasn't helped my the mauling out my mamma gave me about it being inevitable cos I'm getting so little sleep. Anyway, went back to bed after that, skipping 9am seminar which I have still to do the essay for and slept till 12.30.

Woke up, came onto irc (eek!) and did about 50 words on my essay which is a rehash of an old report anyway and jibbled about on irc for 2 hours before going to pick up the kids (the ones I childmind for!) and took them home. While they were reading (and I conned them into half an hour!) I started marking up textbooks then got bored and read the Radio Times instead (man, I REALLY need a work ethic!). I wonder if the kids notice 10 minutes takes longer when I'm there than when anyone else is minding them...

Found out I still have a job. Yay! :) Sue said it could happen to anyone! (v. true, esp on 3 hours sleep in 48...) and gave me another go. Then the kids and I made paperchains. SO mood was considerably lighter when I went to Pete's after work where we jibbled about on IRC and cuddled a bit. He also gave me the lotr ttt st which was lovely of him. :D Then I went and ate dinner in Rutherford (don't usually but hadn't had breakfast or lunch so I had to) and then went to the Carol concert at the Cathedral and had a good sing! I love Christmas Carols and it was amazing in the Cathedral. My voice was louder than anyone round me so I got some strange looks but I don't care!

Got lazy and caught a cab back then came to 'pooter room to do work and listen to new cd but have been procrastinating on irc for 4 hours but learning about becoming a good friend. 4 hours? Ohoh...

I wish I was snuggled up to Pete but I'm still here, ostensibly getting on with work. Need bed!

Ooh!

12 December 2002 02:32 am
lizziec: (Default)
Ooh! Was given a code by Skeldof so that I can actually start one of these things! :) Anyways, I'm in quite a good mood, which is odd cos I had a generally crappy day. All five of my alarms went off as usual (yes, count them, FIVE) and according to my mother I sounded pretty awake when she called at 7 to make sure I was getting up and ready for work and still I went back to sleep! I only woke up at 8.15 when they tested the fire alarms in the college. Thing is, I'm supposed to be at work by 7.30 and I finish by 8.45. I raced to work on my bike, nearly getting killed by a couple of irate car drivers! Missed them there so tore off to their school where I caught Tom who only told me "mummy was a bit annoyed". That meant I had to wait till she got home tonight to find out if I still had a job. Anyway, felt so depressed was almost suicidal (or felt it at the time) and wasn't helped my the mauling out my mamma gave me about it being inevitable cos I'm getting so little sleep. Anyway, went back to bed after that, skipping 9am seminar which I have still to do the essay for and slept till 12.30.

Woke up, came onto irc (eek!) and did about 50 words on my essay which is a rehash of an old report anyway and jibbled about on irc for 2 hours before going to pick up the kids (the ones I childmind for!) and took them home. While they were reading (and I conned them into half an hour!) I started marking up textbooks then got bored and read the Radio Times instead (man, I REALLY need a work ethic!). I wonder if the kids notice 10 minutes takes longer when I'm there than when anyone else is minding them...

Found out I still have a job. Yay! :) Sue said it could happen to anyone! (v. true, esp on 3 hours sleep in 48...) and gave me another go. Then the kids and I made paperchains. SO mood was considerably lighter when I went to Pete's after work where we jibbled about on IRC and cuddled a bit. He also gave me the lotr ttt st which was lovely of him. :D Then I went and ate dinner in Rutherford (don't usually but hadn't had breakfast or lunch so I had to) and then went to the Carol concert at the Cathedral and had a good sing! I love Christmas Carols and it was amazing in the Cathedral. My voice was louder than anyone round me so I got some strange looks but I don't care!

Got lazy and caught a cab back then came to 'pooter room to do work and listen to new cd but have been procrastinating on irc for 4 hours but learning about becoming a good friend. 4 hours? Ohoh...

I wish I was snuggled up to Pete but I'm still here, ostensibly getting on with work. Need bed!

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