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Friday, September 14th, 2007
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5:33 pm
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For the first time since I moved to London, I have internet in my actual flat. It's only taken a year! I'm so excited. I'm off on holiday but when I return from Greece, I'm totally going to begin the begin. (or the posting)
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[ disco is not dead! || sparkle ]
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| Sunday, February 12th, 2006
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11:56 am - Because everybody else is doing it..
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| Wednesday, February 8th, 2006
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12:18 pm
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| Tuesday, December 6th, 2005
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9:32 pm
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| Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005
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3:49 pm - It is nice to be clean.
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So I am back from festival 1 of 2.
It was really good. I sang along to Oasis with the best of them (I know, I am so uncool it's not even cool anymore), bounced around to I predict a riot like a mad thing, drank cider while watching Goldie Lookin' Chain, gold so suntanned it is starting to look almost unnatural and indulged in much drunkeness and debauchery. Then I came home and had a nice good sleep and I am now ready for next weekends festival of rawk and roll and fucking-angry-actually sixteen year olds.
Today I have been doing lots of practical pre-back to uni stuff.. opening a new ISA so I don't spend all the interest that just got put into my current account.. buying birthday presents for the housemates whose twenty firsts I missed while I was away.. and randomly, watching Little Women. I love the books, and I love the films. In fact when I was a kid my favourite 'let's pretend' game was a crossover between Little Women and What Katy Did, in which my best friend was Katy Carr and I was Amy March (easily the coolest, although tiny Kirsten Dunst kind of freaks me out). Sometimes we used to vary it and I would be Clover Carr and she would be Meg. She used to have the most awesome dressing up box and we used to set it on the french riviera, circa What Katy Did Next. Kind of makes me wish I was seven again, because that was a great game and gave me a good excuse to carry a parasol.
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| Thursday, August 18th, 2005
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1:10 pm - Rage! RAGE!
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Ooooh I am so angry, I must vent. My brother has gone on a camping holiday and has nicked off with all the camping equipment I need for the festivals this weekend and the next. He's left my tent (no use to any respectable person, stinks of weed and damp, has been vomited in in the past) but has taken my stools and my gas lamp and my little stove and they're mine and I need them and I could JUST KILL HIM right now.
In other news, last night I went out for dinner with my female friends-who-I-haven't-seen-for-a-year and it was really nice. You know your friends are hardcore when you can spend that much time apart and then when you meet up it's like nothing has changed. We drank a little wine, a little cheesecake, had sex and the city style discussions about our various men debacles (sadly continental men are just as bad as the british for acting like complete and utter wankers). I feel all caught up now, and very positive about the next few weeks.
For a moment there I forgot how pissed off I was.
current mood:  angry
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| Tuesday, August 16th, 2005
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12:45 pm - The life laundry -- part one.
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Yesterday I went through my room and started the long process of chucking stuff out. It's really not big enough for the accumalated posessions of two years at university and one year abroad, plus (and don't ask me why I still have this stuff) all my academic work dating from GCSEs plus. I'd like to think I know how to see 'I'd like a double room with en suite' in german now so I think that stuff can go. First up though was my clothes. I had no idea I had so much horrible, will-never-see-the-light-of-fashion stuff festering in my wardrobe. I literally threw out four bin bags full of stuff, and that was without being as ruthless as I could have been -- some things, leather jackets that I never wear, over tumble-dried jeans I still think I might one day fit into -- I have simply relegated to the attack. Most of the day was spent gasping 'what on earth was I thinking?' although I did rediscover a few things that I'd forgotten I owned and which might yet see a final wear. It is funny though, how much you attach memories to clothes. Sometimes when I come home for the summer I find it all too comforting and easy to slip back into the lifestyle I had when I was eighteen -- too many drugs and too much alcohol, too many boys, a selfish streak a mile wide, absolute, crippling laziness -- and it felt quite liberating to have an empty cupboard. Which is, naturally, just itching for me to go shopping and fill it up again.
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| Sunday, August 14th, 2005
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9:58 am - So let us begin.
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Home. After what is getting on for fourteen months of travelling, working, studying abroad, interspersed with sporadic visits home in which I became increasingly hysterical about my love of toast (proper toast, such is not available any where else in europe; square, made in a toaster, slathered in butter and honey, accompanied by a cup of PG Tips), I am finally back for good. Yesterday on the plane I felt ridiculously light hearted, although this could have been because I had managed to bypass all the chaos at Heathrow and get back on the appointed flight at the appointed time, sans delay or loss of baggage.
Today I feel a little bit empty. Instead of the sweeping coast of the mediterrenean coast below my window, a sea so blue it seems like someone has added food colouring, I see an overcoast british sky and a straggle of trees obscuring the view of the village. I'm no longer craving a good cup of tea: I want coffee, black, no sugar. Which I suppose goes to show that a) I am never satisfied and b) the caffeine bug will get you in the end. To make myself feel better I shall make a list of things I have missed about home.
1) Toast. Naturally. See Above.
2) My duvet. It's so nice to snuggle up to and say what you will, there is nothing so comfy as your childhood bed.
3) Television. It's not that I haven't watched it for the last year, it's more that I have never been around long enough to become addicted to all these fads sweeping the nation. Desperate housewives, what's that?
4) My friends. We haven't been in the same place at the same time for what seems like an age but I know that when we are it will be as if nothing has changed.
5) Pound coins. They are so satisfyingly heavy and even though they are worth next to nothing these days when I have them in my purse I feel rich.
6) Condoms. Reliable ones.
I am sure there are more, but these are the first that popped into my head. Maybe that will be my homework for the week: Take one aspect of british life you love and gush about it for at least one paragraph...
current mood:  pensive
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| Sunday, August 1st, 2004
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10:17 am
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Today is another beautiful day, as was yesterday. I never thought of myself as much of a sun worshipper -- I usually like to be out and about in hot weather, playing cricket, running around, annoying everybody who ever wanted to 'Just Relax, Rosette!' -- but lately I have developed an affinity for curling up on a towel by the pool with good music and a good book, turning myself over every twenty minutes. I am planning on spending this afternoon at the beach, and with any luck this evening at the pub. No, I am not an alcoholic, it's just pub quiz night and I can't resist a good quiz.
Last night I watched Goodbye Lenin. I saw it in the cinema, but it's just as good the second time around, particularly since in the in between I read Stasiland, also an excellent read if you're interest in the former GDR. My parents had just watched Lost in Translation, the other movie that was very much hyped at the same time as GL, and we all agreed that Goodbye Lenin is funnier and more insightful. I guess it crosses over into the mainstream less because it's not in English.
Anyway, as you can see, I am following a policy of updating every day! This means you get to hear a lot about my not-so-interesting life but it also means I will remember to post when the good stuff happens.
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| Saturday, July 31st, 2004
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12:35 pm
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( A survey )
So this morning I went shopping, bought the beautiful new journal and the nice clothes, came home and ate and that's about it. Last night was the pub, it's pretty much the same now as it ever was, although it was nice getting compliments on my tan all evening. However, confirmed what I had already feared: home is really boring.
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| Friday, July 30th, 2004
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11:05 am - "Rosie, all your stories begin with either 'this guy was such a wanker..' or 'i was sooo wasted..'"
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Awww I'm all sneezy this morning. I have such a bad cold, and last night I thought it was a good idea to take me and my horrendous cold out on the town. I looked very attractive with my rudolph nose, gravelly voice interspursed with sniffles and a break out of spots on my chin. But I hadn't seen a good friend for ages and we'd made an agreement so I put on my tiniest skirt and my favourite flip flops, straightened my hair and made a passable attempt at glamorous.
We went to a couple of bars (I thought it was a good idea to drink a bottle of wine to myself on an empty stomach and paracetamol, oops) and ended up in the dingy vodka bar (fans may remember it from old). It was really fun, although someone should really take my phone away from me after I've had a few because I woke up this morning realising that everybody I've ever been out with/pulled/rejected cruelly got a drunken phone call from me last night. I really hate it when you keep getting texts to the effect of 'you were soooo wasted last night' and you can't recall actually speaking to them. Such is the life of a welsh socialite, I guess.
Anyway, we met these soldiers (not RAF, for a change) who took it upon themselves to keep us in drinks all night, but we disappeared before they had a chance to properly try their luck. Which was a Good Thing(tm), because I only found one of them remotely attractive and he was flirting with my friend, so I would probably have had to fend off the ugly ones. I hate that.
I finally fell into bed about three, after eating a -lot- of cheese on toast and several glasses of water. Nevertheless I still feel horrible this morning, although as another friend rightly pointed out, i'll never get through tonight without having another drink (we're going to my local which is peppered with underage drinkers and people I haven't seen since school). I'm going to try my darned hardest though. Diet coke is looking like a good option at this point.
Now I am going to put a blanket down outside and fall asleep in the sunshine with a magazine and my mini disc player. It's all about retaining the tan.
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| Thursday, July 29th, 2004
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1:40 pm - You know it is midsummer when I start updating my journal.
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However, this summer I am not just going to moan and groan about how the previous summer was better than this summer, as is traditional. Because in fact, this has been the best summer of anyone's life ever. Seriously. Why, you might ask. Here are some reasons:
- I just spent six weeks travelling around eastern europe, getting into trouble in all sorts of weird places and having adventures in ex-communist states. It was awwwwesome, there is no other way to describe it. I met the coolest people of my life (once again, almost every nationality outranks british men for niceness), the most gentlemanly boys who helped me out of trouble several times, and I saw an absolutely different side to the world. There's nothing quite like the feeling when you're in some remote corner of some country that for years the media has been telling you is littered with landmines and war and suffering and you're staring out at one of the most beautiful coastlines or mountains or cities in the whole world, and you think: I'll probably never meet anyone else who has seen this view.
- Now that I am home, although I have done the obligatory couple of weeks of job hunting, I am now successfully employed. I have kickass short hours and good pay, the people I have met seem nice and I have high hopes for the next couple of weeksas a tranquil time of money earning and socialising with my old friends from home, who although they are rarely about are all really cool.
- If that doesn't work out, or if people get boring, then that is okay because in ooh, less than a month I am going over to France for the grape harvest. Shit pay, shit hours but lots of wine, lots of company and a chance to get thin and brown before the next stage starts.
- The next stage! I am a modern languages student, as you might recall, so next year I am not going back to shitty northern England but away to pastures new to study abroad for a year. A semester for each language, if you will. It's going to be fun, fun, fun, and I only have to think about it for my stomach to get all clenched and excited.
So that is why this summer is the best on record, because even if I don't do anything else interesting in my life the eastern europe backpacking trip will still rank up there with the COOLEST THINGS I HAVE EVER DONE and the BEST DAYS OF MY LIFE all rolled into one. And right now life is good, and in a couple of weeks it will be even better, and in a few months things will be even better still.
So. Awesome. I love you all.
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| Wednesday, December 24th, 2003
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10:50 pm
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Sometimes I think I am the only person left with christmas spirit. It's christmas man, you deal with your elderly relatives without complaint because they're old and they have nowhere else to go. Anyway, christmas dinner is nigh.
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| Wednesday, August 27th, 2003
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3:08 pm
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I can hardly be arsed to write, am so tired, but I will because I am bored. Got back from France about 1am.. took us about 16 hours to drive back + ferry. Seeing the extended family was good, although they are so dysfunctional that it made our branch seem normal. Ate a lot, reckon I must have put on about a stone in red wine, duckling terrine and langoustines etc. This was the first year that I've been one of the 'adults' as opposed to the 'teenagers' (the former being those who spend most of their time in my aunt's woodsmokey shack of a house smoking weed, as opposed to those who spend most of their time outside drinking getting slowly more drunk and anti-everybody-not-french.) Did a lot of things which you have to do when in the Loire, ate at a lot of very good restaurants, bought a lot of booze on the way back. Love french boys because they love blondes and thus give all british types a good ego stroke by looking lovestruck wherever they go. Don't like the way all these big black cardboard cut outs of bodies have sprung up everywhere by the side of the road to mark where someone has died.
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| Monday, August 4th, 2003
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11:09 am
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In the end yesterday wasn't so bad. I didn't go the fair or the to beach, but my parents came home about four so it was all good. My maman had brought an insane amount of peaches back with her, so we had a reeeallly nice tea of peach slices with loads of whipped cream. Fattening, but nice. And then in the evening I went out to the pub for a couple of hours just to see my friends, which was nice. This afternoon I am going out for lunch with a couple of old, old friends who I haven't seen for a while. The weather is gorgeous so we will probably sit in a beer garden eating sandwiches, but that is okay too.
I am a little bit worried about my festival tickets. Apparently the vendor has been having loads of trouble with them (tickets getting -lost in the post- and stuff like that) and mine haven't come yet (I ordered them in April). Also, I stupidly forgot to write down the reference number, little knowing that it would be the -only way to contact the vendor people- so now I am a bit screwed. I've looked on a couple of message boards and it looks like people have been having the same problem and the company is going to send 'em all out by Thursday, but it's really going to fuck up the transport arrangements. Think I will ask the others if they want to book the transport before we get the tickets and thus not get the discount available -with- the tickets. It might end up being cheaper/more convenient anyway at this rate.
current mood:  awake
current music: Fun Fun Fun -- The Beach Boys
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| Sunday, August 3rd, 2003
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1:12 pm
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Yesterday I didn't do anything. Seriously. I only left the house to go outside and bask in the sunshine. They say there is going to be a heat wave next week so I predict much more basking to come. Today I have a dilemma. One of my friends has asked me to go to the funfair, which I really don't want to do today -- hot, sweaty and expensive with loads of children around. Another has asked me to go the beach which I would quite like to do. However, having made up a lame excuse not to go to the funfair, I now can't go to the beach in case someone realises that that is what I am doing instead. Friendship politics are -so- exhausting. I wish we could all just get along. I know that staying in completely would be the most polite thing to do but it just seems stupid that I have to sacrifice my own day to soothe people's egos.
So now I almost feel like doing something with a totally different 'group' today which I organise myself just so I can avoid the cat spitting that is going to go on when the shit hits the fan.
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| Saturday, August 2nd, 2003
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2:26 pm
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1:42 pm - Must. Stay. Awake.
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My eyes are so exhausted. I got to bed about 3am, but I had to get up at 9 because I felt guilty leaving the cats downstairs begging for food. I meant to come back and up and get some more shuteye, I really did, but I ended up reading the paper instead and now I have that 'just awake, but not really with it' feeling that will probably stay with me all day. This house is also already chaos and I have been left alone in it for exactly twenty four hours. I am so scatty, it's not even funny. Actually it is funny.
Last night I went to a party in the middle of nowhere. Vixen drove us there and we were all broke so I yoinked a couple of bottles of strongbow (yes, I know, ick) from my brother's room. He keeps a stash of alcohol underneath his bed even now when he's moved out and I can't think why he hasn't noticed that we've been stealing it for years. The party was okay. There were only about ten of us, and we ended up hunting for porn in our host's bedroom. We found it in a -bag under his pillow-. It was so teenage. Anyway. We sat on picnic table in the dark and discussed the meaning of life until Vix decided she needed to get home because she had work the next day. I found out that one of my friends from school got chucked out of his parents house and lost his job in the same week, so now he is literally living in a field until he becomes eligible for a council house. That kind of shit makes me realise just how lucky the vast majority of us are. I lent him twenty quid but it was all I had on me.
I really want a new layout, but I am too lazy and unskilled to make it myself. Sarah? :D
current mood:  tired
current music: Judy is a punk -- The Ramones
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| Friday, August 1st, 2003
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5:44 pm - Last summer revisited..
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Glastonbury evening sun
From where have all the angels come
We could hear an angel’s choir
As we sang round an evening fire
A yellow moon lit up the sky
And left me happy enough to cry
Glastonbury we got high
As heaven's rain clouds passed us by
Where have all the angels gone
Now that all the acid's done
I am listening to the Cosmics, and it reminds of such specific stuff (not least, of updating my LJ regularly) that I was moved to post:
a) Last summer. Sitting in the sun eating grapes and chocolate fingers and listening to this CD with a bottle of cheap white wine and a few friends for company to celebrate midsummer.
b) Alexander. Lying on his bed, stoned beyond sense, spaced out and glowing and turning up the hippy close harmonies LOUD.
c) Festivals. All of them. Years and years worth of memories and camp fires and drugs and feeling so insanely happy and glad to be alive the moment you get out of the car and it's like, shit, you're here, you're home.
And now I am sad because I don't think I have memories half as cool from this summer yet, and there isn't that much time left.
current mood: nostalgic
current music: Cosmic Rough Riders -- Glastonbury Revisited
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| Tuesday, July 29th, 2003
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4:41 pm - What a smashingly wizard result!
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Supremely self-confident, sharp-tongued, and good
at pretty much everything you try, you may not
be aware how intimidating or impressive you can
seem to those less able than yourself. You are
lively, witty, irrepressible Alicia.
Which Malory Towers character are you?
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ENID BLYTON :D :D :D
Although dude, they only have six of the characters (because dude, I am so Zerelda or whatever her name is). And somebody shoulda done some better drawings for the quiz. But still. MALORY TOWERS!
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