If you don't already know that I can be somewhat lazy sometimes, then that's something you should probably be prepared to take notice of. There are times when that laziness is actually fuelled by the amount which is going on in my life, because there are times when I can be VERY busy.
As many of you will probably be already aware of, September is the month wen the majority of university Freshers' Weeks occur and we get to introduce a new yera group to our institutions, our students and our surrounding areas. (I am aware that universities don't just exist within cities). I'm a member of a university SU, so I've had a bit of a busy week since landing back in Manchester and then returning to London by train the same day.
The result of all this has been a distinct decline in the time I have to blog and the time I have to write anything very much. The pen is not down, but it's hovering in a rather relaxed fashion. After managing to self-publish two novels this summer though, I think I can afford to be pretty unpreductive until the start of November and my beloved NANO!
This week has been pretty fun though. One of the Freshers said that a friend of mine is a lot like Hitler, which made me properly belly laugh like I haven't in a while, there has been the fun of making popcorn in pans - microwave popcorn has too many I'mnotevengoingtoattempttospelltheword in it - and then there has been two club nights which have been fantastic. Looking forward to more.
Charlie x
:D
28 Sept 2012
20 Sept 2012
Very Kefallonian
So for those who haven't been exposed to the random Tweetings of my Instagram photos, I've been in Fiskardo, Kefallonia which for those of you who are really geographically special, it's a Greek island in the middle of the Ionian Sea.
I love Greece because of the language, the people and also, most definitely the sun and the food. And the alcohol doesn't go down too badly either. Especially the free alcohol; that's even better!
If you think I am joking, you clearly need to get your butt on the first place here, because I most certainly an not.
The fact that I have a burn/ tab that tells the line of my halter neck bikini is a tad irritating, but at least I have a tan I guess. It's been a hellova week, in the same town as Craig Revell Horwood, where Bon Jovi and Charles and Cam were only a couple weeks ago. Okay, the weather occasionally has left a little to be desired, but the scenery hasn't and the view of Ithaca from my bedroom has definitely not gone under appreciated.
One more day and one more night here, featuring live music and Greek dancing BOOM, but then it's back to old Nodnol to be ready for the first years' moving in on Sunday. Yay.
Please wait while I reign in the excitement caused by the conversion of two such events...
Charlie x
:|
I love Greece because of the language, the people and also, most definitely the sun and the food. And the alcohol doesn't go down too badly either. Especially the free alcohol; that's even better!
If you think I am joking, you clearly need to get your butt on the first place here, because I most certainly an not.
The fact that I have a burn/ tab that tells the line of my halter neck bikini is a tad irritating, but at least I have a tan I guess. It's been a hellova week, in the same town as Craig Revell Horwood, where Bon Jovi and Charles and Cam were only a couple weeks ago. Okay, the weather occasionally has left a little to be desired, but the scenery hasn't and the view of Ithaca from my bedroom has definitely not gone under appreciated.
One more day and one more night here, featuring live music and Greek dancing BOOM, but then it's back to old Nodnol to be ready for the first years' moving in on Sunday. Yay.
Please wait while I reign in the excitement caused by the conversion of two such events...
Charlie x
:|
11 Sept 2012
Fundamentally Flawed
As people, we are bound to screw up. We are bound to do it at least once a day, pretty religiously if I'm honest and sometimes it's such a monumental screw up that we wonder how on Earth we could have let it happen. I've really been experiencing this lately.
There are so many things we can screw up in so many ways and I don't intend to make a list of them right now; it would be completely useless, not to mention endless.
When we screw up, it's really easy to feel like everyone is rehashing our mistakes to us, giving us the same lecture and everybody is judging us for what we've done, but recently I have had to hand it to my friends - they've not been doing that.
I know I have messed up, I really do, and trying to figure out why I did it and what the hell happened to me has been, and continues to be, a more than somewhat painful process. I've talked to a close group of my friends about what has happened, and I don't mean simply mentioned what has occurred, I mean REALLY gone over it with a tooth comb with these boys and tried to get to the heart of it, and what I've found is this:
These men, as I should refer to them really, have been condemning my actions, reminding me very gently that what I have done is wrong, but then one went over everything and, because he knows me so well, pointed out very bluntly the issues I was having that I was struggling to see, while remaining completely supportive of me, one offered me hope as to how to myself in the aftermath and another continued the work of the other two in making me take my mind off it for a little while and just enjoy the moment.
Everyone goes on about this YOLO thing. I accept it to an extent, but I won't let that make me see actions as a) without consequence or b) to ever be undertaken lightly. The thing is though that for the last few months my life has been a lot of work and not much else on account of how anti-social my hours and my sleep pattern became. It's difficult to try and see your friends when you finish work at eleven at night and can be back in from half five the next morning. Granted I wasn't doing that every day, but my body got used to grabbing a few hours of sleep just as and when I could get it. It's nice though that my friends are trying to reintroduce normalcy into my life in order to help me sort my head out with all this crap.
Truly, I have the most beautiful of friends.
Charlie x
<3
P.s. Listen to Esbjorn Svensson Trio - Believe, Beloved, Below
There are so many things we can screw up in so many ways and I don't intend to make a list of them right now; it would be completely useless, not to mention endless.
When we screw up, it's really easy to feel like everyone is rehashing our mistakes to us, giving us the same lecture and everybody is judging us for what we've done, but recently I have had to hand it to my friends - they've not been doing that.
I know I have messed up, I really do, and trying to figure out why I did it and what the hell happened to me has been, and continues to be, a more than somewhat painful process. I've talked to a close group of my friends about what has happened, and I don't mean simply mentioned what has occurred, I mean REALLY gone over it with a tooth comb with these boys and tried to get to the heart of it, and what I've found is this:
These men, as I should refer to them really, have been condemning my actions, reminding me very gently that what I have done is wrong, but then one went over everything and, because he knows me so well, pointed out very bluntly the issues I was having that I was struggling to see, while remaining completely supportive of me, one offered me hope as to how to myself in the aftermath and another continued the work of the other two in making me take my mind off it for a little while and just enjoy the moment.
Everyone goes on about this YOLO thing. I accept it to an extent, but I won't let that make me see actions as a) without consequence or b) to ever be undertaken lightly. The thing is though that for the last few months my life has been a lot of work and not much else on account of how anti-social my hours and my sleep pattern became. It's difficult to try and see your friends when you finish work at eleven at night and can be back in from half five the next morning. Granted I wasn't doing that every day, but my body got used to grabbing a few hours of sleep just as and when I could get it. It's nice though that my friends are trying to reintroduce normalcy into my life in order to help me sort my head out with all this crap.
Truly, I have the most beautiful of friends.
Charlie x
<3
P.s. Listen to Esbjorn Svensson Trio - Believe, Beloved, Below
9 Sept 2012
Goodbye, Tigger
So,as you may or may not know, I've been working for the Olympics and the Paralympics.
There is sooooo much I want to say about this, but I'm going to keep it brief because I really miss my bed.
Since starting this job, I've had an average of three hours of sleep per night, the most sleep I've had was roughly five hours and the least was about an hour and a half. To top it of, I am so ridiculously I'll now that it is not even possible to express how bad I feel.
And yet, if asked, I'd probably do the majority of it again. Yes, there are certain things I regret - my social life is in the toilet next to my health and I've made a few choices that I regret - but despite all of that, the majority of it has been magical.
When people speak about the Games, I glow with a ridiculous pride because I was a part of it. When people mention Team GB, I just want to wave something, cheer and get unexplainable excited. When it's all over, I am not going to know what to do with myself and that starts pretty much now. I'm also sure that London will recover from it's temporary cure from the grumps and everyone will be back inside their own little bubbles. It's pretty sad.
So, yeah, 2012, Farewell. I will miss you terribly.
Charlie x
P.s. Tigger is because of my orange and black uniform that I no longer have to wear.
There is sooooo much I want to say about this, but I'm going to keep it brief because I really miss my bed.
Since starting this job, I've had an average of three hours of sleep per night, the most sleep I've had was roughly five hours and the least was about an hour and a half. To top it of, I am so ridiculously I'll now that it is not even possible to express how bad I feel.
And yet, if asked, I'd probably do the majority of it again. Yes, there are certain things I regret - my social life is in the toilet next to my health and I've made a few choices that I regret - but despite all of that, the majority of it has been magical.
When people speak about the Games, I glow with a ridiculous pride because I was a part of it. When people mention Team GB, I just want to wave something, cheer and get unexplainable excited. When it's all over, I am not going to know what to do with myself and that starts pretty much now. I'm also sure that London will recover from it's temporary cure from the grumps and everyone will be back inside their own little bubbles. It's pretty sad.
So, yeah, 2012, Farewell. I will miss you terribly.
Charlie x
P.s. Tigger is because of my orange and black uniform that I no longer have to wear.
5 Sept 2012
Blah
In one way, I feel too tired to even post this, but in another, I know I would only be upset if I didn't. Keeping a diary at the moment is near on I'm impossible as there just aren't the hours in the day, but today was amazing, even though it was very long and tiring.
I had to wake up early for my shift, and thankfully managed to today, and then I knew this was the last evening I had to take my pictures of the stadium and everything at night, so I trotted back over to Stratford and took my snaps, then got distracted from coming home by the hilarious Angus. It shouldn't have made my day that he shouted goodnight to me over the loudhailer, but it did.
And then, of course, on the way home there were the other game makers. Some were dancing happily and just generally giving off a cheery vibe for all those of us going home, and there was the group of younger ones - about my age - who were just chatting with everyone. After chatting a little, I walked away towards the train station and one of them ran to follow me to ask for my number, because his tall friend I had been talking to wanted it, but i simply apologised and said I have a boyfriend. He was fine about it, but still checked if I was working tomorrow.
This is strange, because this comes after all my rantings today about how just wearing make up and a skirt winds me up, because suddenly men who are old enough to be my father start eyeing me up, whistling or generally doing something to display their inappropriate interest. It makes me bloody sick! I don't pretend for a minute I do this for them, I do this for me. When I decide to wear make up, it's for ME, MY benefit and MY pleasure and that only. Naff off.
Charlie x
:D
I had to wake up early for my shift, and thankfully managed to today, and then I knew this was the last evening I had to take my pictures of the stadium and everything at night, so I trotted back over to Stratford and took my snaps, then got distracted from coming home by the hilarious Angus. It shouldn't have made my day that he shouted goodnight to me over the loudhailer, but it did.
And then, of course, on the way home there were the other game makers. Some were dancing happily and just generally giving off a cheery vibe for all those of us going home, and there was the group of younger ones - about my age - who were just chatting with everyone. After chatting a little, I walked away towards the train station and one of them ran to follow me to ask for my number, because his tall friend I had been talking to wanted it, but i simply apologised and said I have a boyfriend. He was fine about it, but still checked if I was working tomorrow.
This is strange, because this comes after all my rantings today about how just wearing make up and a skirt winds me up, because suddenly men who are old enough to be my father start eyeing me up, whistling or generally doing something to display their inappropriate interest. It makes me bloody sick! I don't pretend for a minute I do this for them, I do this for me. When I decide to wear make up, it's for ME, MY benefit and MY pleasure and that only. Naff off.
Charlie x
:D
3 Sept 2012
Vegetarian or Just Not Eating Meat
For the last six ish years, I've been some level of vegetarian. I started out as a peschetarian - yeah, I've never been able to spell it - and then cut out the fish as well to become a "proper" vegetarian. I'm starting to wonder why I bother trying though.
The fact is that basically everything contains some kind of animal product, or at least it feels that way. A lot of my favourite sweets contain gelatine, alcohol can often contain something which is from dead animals and there's a lot more too. You're not even allowed Parmesan cheese or proper pesto!
So my conclusion is this; I don't have the will power to give up everything I "should" give up to say I am a vegetarian, so as of now, I simply don't eat meat, because I find it disgusting and quorn tastes better to me.
Haribo here I come!
Charlie x
:D
The fact is that basically everything contains some kind of animal product, or at least it feels that way. A lot of my favourite sweets contain gelatine, alcohol can often contain something which is from dead animals and there's a lot more too. You're not even allowed Parmesan cheese or proper pesto!
So my conclusion is this; I don't have the will power to give up everything I "should" give up to say I am a vegetarian, so as of now, I simply don't eat meat, because I find it disgusting and quorn tastes better to me.
Haribo here I come!
Charlie x
:D
2 Sept 2012
A Writing River
Back when I was in high school, my geography teacher once despaired to us over the incompetence of her older class. They were working though a piece of coursework about rivers and landscape and not one of them could come up with an explanation for the speed of the river at a certain point.
It slowed, the teacher informed is, because the rock below was extremely porous, so the water was absorbed into the rock, making the rest slow down.
Why that is important I shall never know because geography has never been my favourite past time, but I find it to be a fitting metaphor. When I open up to the world and am 'absorbing' everything around me - experience makes the best inspiration - my pen does not take up residence on my desk, but I do a lot less writing. (The bullcrap in that sentence is that, until recently, all my writing has been done electronically.)
Anyway, what you can never get away from with novel writing is relationships between people. The only way for the story to progress is for the characters to have relationships with others, with the things around them and with themselves. Proper time must be given to get to know yourself and others around you. As such, I spent the last few days looking after my relationship with someone special. No really, he's special in the way that's hilarious. :P I've also been working too, which is the general reason for lack of blogging capability recently.
Anyway, in work again tomorrow, so I need sleep. Night!
Charlie x
:D
P.s. Yes, we are mental. :3
It slowed, the teacher informed is, because the rock below was extremely porous, so the water was absorbed into the rock, making the rest slow down.
Why that is important I shall never know because geography has never been my favourite past time, but I find it to be a fitting metaphor. When I open up to the world and am 'absorbing' everything around me - experience makes the best inspiration - my pen does not take up residence on my desk, but I do a lot less writing. (The bullcrap in that sentence is that, until recently, all my writing has been done electronically.)
Anyway, what you can never get away from with novel writing is relationships between people. The only way for the story to progress is for the characters to have relationships with others, with the things around them and with themselves. Proper time must be given to get to know yourself and others around you. As such, I spent the last few days looking after my relationship with someone special. No really, he's special in the way that's hilarious. :P I've also been working too, which is the general reason for lack of blogging capability recently.
Anyway, in work again tomorrow, so I need sleep. Night!
Charlie x
:D
P.s. Yes, we are mental. :3
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