A day in the life...

My ticker

Now lets try this again...

I have failed once again at trying to keep my little Blog alive. Mum bought me a lovely Emily Strange journal for Christmas, and I started writing in it religiously but now that's worn off. I think that I've now safely established that I am not cut out for the whole journaling thing.

I have, however, had much success with another Blog of mine. I entered a contest to design a Blog dedicated to Bleeding Edge Goth dolls, of which I am an avid collector. I came joint first with three other people, winning myself eighteen dolls and the opportunity to have my blog advertised. You can see it here!

Venting...

I'm just taking some time to get rid of some impromptu thoughts before I try to settle down to work again.

I was browsing through past posts today and I found the 'Rock Chick' one where I got three different results. I've taken it again (twice as I had multiple answers to some of the questions) and have been able to expand on my rock star personna...

I'm happy with the Tori result but not quite as sure about Bjork! Nevermind...

Ill, again...

Seems I'm not doing too well in the health sweepstakes at the moment. Just as I manage to get over bad throat number 1, I go and loose my voice. Not good...

I've not been feeling too perky lately. I think it's the early nights. Not that I'm going to bed earlier (oh no) but that it's getting darker earlier. I've been on an all time low, feeling crappy about everything, especially my figure. The Hair is getting frustrated because he feels quite powerless in the situation. Today was a little better seeing as the sun actually decided to grace us with its presence, a rarity in this dismal place.

Home sickness is also rearing its ugly head. My parents can't take the time off to come and visit me this term, so I've had to make do with The Hair's parents instead. My Dad got back from a week long business trip from New York today and decided to tell me how wonderful it was. Not that he was rubbing it in or anything...

Anyway, I'm off to bed now, without my man. We're both diseased so we thought it would be a good idea to quarentine ourselves...

This post has been written to Seal 'Kiss From A Rose', Katy Rose 'I Like' and 'Lemon'.

Nurse's orders...

I didn't end up going to the doctors. One reason is because I think I'm getting better, the other is that I slept through the whole morning. I feel slightly guilty, but my theory is that my body obviously needed the rest.

Surprise, surprise, it's raining again. It's strange rain though - it looks more like snow. I like the dampness of the north, it's strangely refreshing. Yes, it makes my hair go frizzy, but we all have to make sacrifices.

So yes, onto today. I haven't done much, as you may be able to tell. Getting up in the early afternoon doesn't really allow for a productive day. I did, however, make a template for my Dad's blog. It's not all that amazing, but I like it. I just hope he does too. I keep getting an urge to turn this blog black and hot pink, but I would kick myself afterwards. Perhaps H.A.S.A.H can have a new look...

This post has been written to Tori Amos 'Wrong Band' and Smashing Pumpkins 'Bullet With Butterfly Wings'.

Repeat after me - 'it's only a flat'...

My life is strange at the moment. Just as things become more chilled in the flat, my health takes a bad turn.

Yesterday I nearly had a run in with Child Genius, but we're both a bit wired at the moment so we've put it down to hormones. She went through an emotional sticky patch yesterday and I can sympathise. It kind of turned into a female bonding session. Enigma has developed a new mantra, 'it's only a flat', which I completely agree with. So yesh, everything is quiet on the flatward front.

My throat, however, has decided to crash the happy love-filled party. It was so bad last night that I woke up thinking that I was going to vomit. To keep The Hair happy I went to the nurse's unit today, and she's given me a little help sheet on what to do when it feels like your throat is trying to crawl out of your mouth. I've also been given the number of a surgery in town, so if it's not better by tomorrow I have to call them. At least I can state that it was the nurse's orders.

Anyway, I have a room to tidy.

This post has been written to Tori Amos 'Silent All These Years', 'Cornflake Girl', 'Crucify', 'God' and 'Happy Phantom'.

A sore throat and Rotten Tomatoes...

And so you get the basic idea of what I'm feeling right now. I'm sitting in the library trying not to cough too much whilst reading what famous New Yorkers have to say about films. Why can't I just make my own mind up? I've seen the film, I've talked about it in seminars - I think I'm well informed enough to form my own opinion.

I hate this monitor. The screen is too big and the letters are huge. I feel as though everyone around me can see what I'm typing. I much prefer the computers in the group room - fine, the keyboards are too noisy but at least they maintain a certain amount of privacy.

Part of me is also feeling remotely guilty for a comment I made a few weeks ago concerning a friend. She told me that one of her boyfriend's acquaintances is beautiful to the extent that she has professional photography done. When he claimed that his girlfriend was more beautiful than this model-like charmer, I stated that it's at times like that that you know they're lying. Now I think she's annoyed with me. But I've been thinking about it, and I know it's right. No matter how gorgeous you are or you think you are, there is always someone who has something you haven't. Someone whose body curves are more pleasing on the eye. Someone whose hair bounces more when they walk, or sways more in the wind. Someone whose skin glows more. Someone whose eyes are brighter. Even if those who love you can't see it, you always can. I don't think I did anything wrong in making the comment, as it's always true. That's why so many women hate actresses...