All entries for April 2005
April 28, 2005
…Wrapping your head in clingfilm
Well, I've found the hairdye hopefully it will match the dress perfectly. But first a note that Dhaliwal's is a rip off £5.99 there and only £3.89 in wilkinsons. Ah well that's what I get for not going to Cannon park early enough – I could have had a frescato with that!
As much as I love having dyed hair, there are some things I will always dislike. These being, in no particular order:
- looking like an escapee from a loonatic asylum due to having your head in a plastic bag/wrapped in clingfilm
- The horrible trampy attire comprised of the worst items of clothing you own in case you spill dye
- spilling dye
- red ears, neck, hands, arms, cheeks. Basically anywhere you neglect for more than a millisecond
- how the dyes lie. Or rather, use code. "leave on for max 30 mins" actually means "leave on for 3 hours min"
- the all pervasive smell of ammonia based teargas
- walking around looking like a "headwound" extra from CSI
- A post dye cleanup more tricky than ones required post murder
- the goddamn pink bathroom grout
- the lovely "Psycho" scene every time you shower
- buggering up your towel and pillowcase
- Taking half a century for the blasted water to run clear
- By which point it feels as if your neck has snapped off
The Baileys seems to be helping tho.
Aaarrghg! Please! Just be over already! Aaaarrgh!
oh well, at least none of my housemates are present to see me in this, my three hours of shame.
April 27, 2005
The wind blow fresher? The blossom smell smell sweeter? The stars glitter with added sparkle? The kittens smile? The bunnies frolic in the grass? The trains appear to run on time? and all sorts of wonders… Do you know what does that?
Finding your blog in someones "favourites" list.
That's what does that. I think I may explode into a cloud of pink bubbles out of sheer joy! Woo!
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The sudden joy of realising I would actually be able to attend my first blog social was overcome by the sudden horror that I would be forced to attend in a ballgown (Glitter Ball)
However this second thought was then cut off at the pass, hijacked, tied up and overtaken by a third; the sudden joy of realising that I would indeed have to attend in a ballgown.
This may indeed be a "girl thing" But I would gladly wear a ballgown every day of the year if I could get away with it, and prance around campus in dainty heeled sandals, swishing a huge skirt as I walked to and from lectures. (Tiara optional but pretty shoes mandatory)
So there you have it, when you see a twit in a ballgown standing in The Bar on Friday before Crash, With the look on her face of someone who knows exactly how much of a twit they look like for being there in a ballgown; that'll be me.
I'm struck with the feeling that I'm attending some kind of 'Superhero' convention, with everyone attending as their secret identity, then revealing their blogger identity one by one. In which case I guess I'm going to have to introduce myself as "Something Random". But then again, considering my attire, I guess it'll be mostly true. :)
Is anyone else going to be sporting other identifiable features that would make putting blogs to faces any easier?
Nevertheless I look forward to meeting as many fellow bloggers as possible.
Going to my first blog social in a ballgown 4.5/5 it loses 0.5 because I'm going to have to leave early :(
Now, to find a hair dye that matches my dress…
OK, time to beef up the heavily neglected Artwork folder. I said I would in my first post and I'm not one to break a promise even if it does take a while... Seeing as everything is being seen in the light of the elections, my campaign is Oodles of Doodles! So just be warned that posts in the near future may be low on content but big on pics. Ah well, can't have everything.
Presenting a sketch that escaped from my lecture notes, that recent labs jogged my memory about…
Bio sci peeps will get this, for all those on other degree courses I can assure you that this is very funny so feel free to point in amazement and go "oooh wow cool" anyway.
Oh, and the post title is quoting Eddie Izzard. If you didn't recognise that then big beige shame on you! You may wish to consider supplementing your recommended weekly dose of funny with some Circle, Glorious or Sexie to amend this problem
April 26, 2005
Do not call your friends girlfriend a wench
Do not then go on to explain that it's quite a common word in your circle of friends. And that it's just an affectionate term meaning whore best said in a piratey accent with copious "yarr-s" and "avastye-s".
Do not then proceed to demonstrate this by repeating the aforementioned word multiple times in a variety of accents.
On no account should this be done in a formal setting such as during a Ball, with everyone in formal dress, in the middle of a grand hall, with jazz playing in the background, after imbibing vast quantities of free cocktails.
You have all been warned.
April 23, 2005
Writing about web page http://users.ox.ac.uk/~exet1495/ecb2k5/index.htm
Thanks to my lovely friend Louise I have yet another Ball to go to, with a free ticket in return for doing the artwork for the webeite and posters. And while she and Gareth sort out the whole thing and get everyone co-ordinated I'm staying out of the way for half an hour with a computer to babysit me. No complaints there!
Coincidentally there are also no complaints being voiced to the fact that FREE cocktails will be supplied all night as well as a free hogroast and oodles of entertainment. I'm looking forward to the ice skating rink and the fire breathers in particular and the Exeter college 'Battle of the Bands' winners 'Hammer VS The Snake', a group I will vouch for as being excellent. There's going to be live jazz; stilt walkers; henna; shisha; free cookies, popcorn and candyfloss. And on top of that the most amazing setting, right in the grounds of the college, with all of the buildings lit up from the outside and with fire torches in the grounds and candles in the fountains. All I can say is it's going to be pretty overwhelmingly gorgeous. And more than enough to make up for the expensive nights out that have let me down in the recent past.
As if the event itself wasn't enough, I'd really like to thank all the people who I've spent the day with (helping to set up, inflating baloons etc) for being so welcoming and friendly and chatty and just general all-round stars. They've arranged and set up this whole thing themselves, and it's for about 800 people so that's no small feat. Also we've not eaten the 2000 cookies we wheeled to the college all the way from Tescos in crates – a very respectable achievement I feel.
The theme for the ball is The Elements and this is echoed around the grounds with rooms decorated for each one (fire, air, water, earth) and drinks to match. For all those of you holding houseparties in the near future, here are the cocktails in measures to fill big punch bowls:
MAI TAI (Earth)
1 bottle of Vodka
1 bottle of Dark Rum
1 bottle of White Rum
1 bottle of Triple Sec
3 cartons of Orange Juice
3 cartons of Pineapple Juice
1 bottle of Gin
1 bottle of Martini
6 litres of lemonade
SEA BREEZE (Fire)
1 bottle of Vodka
3 cartons of Cranberry
3 cartons of Grapefruit
ICE BREAKER (Water)
2 bottles of Vodka
1 bottle of Curaco
6 litres of lemonade
Anyway, it's just about showtime and the hour is upon us for getting into ballgowns. Louise is running around like a headless chicken trying to get the last minute adjustments finalised, I may have to shoot her with a tranquiliser gun when I find her and then administer chamomile tea intravenously.
hopefully pictures will be posted later. Teehee so excited!
April 19, 2005
OK everybody this is it, the e-answer to a pretty tricky question. Computer says…
|Your dating personality profile:|
Shy - You are often timid around others, though you will open up when the right person comes along.
Stylish - You do not lack for fashion sense. Style matters. You wouldn't want to be seen with someone who doesn't care about his appearance.
Liberal - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate.
|Your date match profile:|
Outgoing - Shy and timid people are not who you are after. You need someone with a vibrant personality to breathe life into a relationship.
Practical - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living.
Sensual - You aren't looking for someone who is sexually repressed. You want someone who is adventurous under the covers.
Take the Online Dating Personality Quiz at Dating Diversions
I think I'll add male too if that's ok…
In conclusion, pretty painless test. good for procrastination, a few thought provoking questions and it called me stylish. lovely. It's dragged down by the irrefutable fact that it's still a quiz and a quiz on dating at that. still, 1.5/5 bunnies is still a pretty good score. Lucky thing I happen to be in a good mood. Now the only question is do I print out 50 or 100 "would like to meet..." at Lazerlizard? Decisions, decisions…
Well, it all just comes down to simple mathematics
Five books + one holiday + one friend who forgot to hand them in + one Mia who didn't know they hadn't = over 3400 precious pennies worth of library fees
an easy enough figure to arrive at as long as you remember to carry the one. And multiply it a bit. And add a few others so it doesn't get lonely. And maybe a few more so that they can have a little party. And let them invite all their friends so they don't get there and realise they don't know anybody. Then watch them all pair up and get married and have many, many baby ones. And what the hell, they can adopt a handfull each to share the love.
Either way they've bred like bunnies. Broody bunnies. In spring.
There are other factors involved in this that I'm not going to go into here. I'm busy recovering form the shock. No, not recovering, I think I'm still succumbing to the shock pretty much.
£34 you say?
If you’re going to San Francisco
Remember when hippie meant big in the hips
And a trip involved travel in cars, planes and ships?
When pot was a vessel for cooking things in
And hooked is what grandmother's rug might have been?
When fix was a verb meaning mend or repair
And be-in meant simply existing somewhere?
When neat meant well-organized, tidy and clean
And grass was ground cover, usually green?
When lights and not people were turned on and off
And the pill was intended to help cure a cough?
When groovy meant furrowed, with channels and hollows
And birds were winged creatures, like robins and swallows?
When fuzz was a substance, all fluffy like lint
And bread came from bakeries, not from the mint?
When a roll was a bun and rock was a stone
And hung up was something you did to the phone?
When chicken meant poultry and bag was a sack
And junk was just cast-offs and old bric-a-brac?
When cat was a feline, a kitten grown up
And tea was a liquid you drank from a cup?
When swinger was someone who swung in a swing
And pad was a sort of cushiony thing?
When way out meant distant and far, far away
And cool was not warm, like a normal English day?
Words once so sensible, sober and serious
Are making the scene, man, like psycho-delirious.
It's groovy, dad, groovy – but English it's not.
Methinks that the language is going to pot.
April 17, 2005
Ah at last. It feels lovely to be back in the bubble albeit not quite. More accurately i'm actually in the greasy dishwater of Canley, just under the bubble. but it's close enough.
After a quick spring clean (the heavenly scent i'm currently sporting is "l'eau de Dettol") our lovely midden is habitable again, and I can get back to work, safe in the knowledge that I am no longer likely to contract an incurable virulent disease upon entering the kitchen. The only problem being I don't understand and have not completed a piece of work that may or may not be in tomorrow – a day that I may or may not have labs to go to. The other uncertain value in my life is the amount that I currently owe the library for possibly not returning 5 books that I think were due back at the end of term. Even my plans for supper are loooking decidedly sketchy at this point in time.
What i do know is that my feet are cold and it's raining. And my nails are purple. And I'm hungry. And despite this I'm still happy to be back. Go figure…