First day of work has really tired me out, I'm not used to getting up at 6 am. Despite the tiredness it was a really good day and my co-workers all seem to be nice people.
Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about. I've decided I must learn Turkish. I had a lovely conversation with a Turkish friend of mine on msn. She doesn't speak much English, I speak hardly any turkish. But still we managed to have a conversation. It was mostly in English, but occasionally with some Turkish thrown in if she didn't understand what I was saying. Ok, it involved me sitting there flicking through my Turkish/English dictionary, but I was glad I did. I have a lot of respect for this girl due to the fact that although she doesnt know much English, she doesn't stay shy and hold back. Instead she tries to speak as much as she can, not overly worried about a mistake or two. That's pretty much the opposite of me when I'm learning a language, I worry about making a mistake so much that I avoid speaking it sometimes. That must come to an end, by next year I want to be at least conversational level in Turkish.
One drawback so far, I don't have a teacher. Anyone know of anyone looking to teach Turkish?
Monday, July 31, 2006
Friday, July 28, 2006
As my days of slackerhood come to an end...
Well, yesterday I had a phonecall, and to cut a short story ever shorter, I have a job for the next 4 months. It's at a pharmaceutical company not too far from me, it's a really good company and will give me full training. That should lead to a longer term job, more money and consequently a very happy Lola. Not that I want to give the impression that I'm only interested in money, I'm not, it's just that money is very nice to have and it'll also be paying for my university fees when I return next year.
Right now as well as writing this blog I'm doing the very grown up task of searching for a savings account to put this money. I have an ISA already but I dont like removing money from that, and I obviously have my graduate account, but money would soon "disappear" (aka: be spent) from that account if I kept it there. I'm confusing myself though. So I may have to get a grown up to advise me on the best account option, heh.
I'll stick to a short entry today to make up for the massive one the other day.
Toodles
Right now as well as writing this blog I'm doing the very grown up task of searching for a savings account to put this money. I have an ISA already but I dont like removing money from that, and I obviously have my graduate account, but money would soon "disappear" (aka: be spent) from that account if I kept it there. I'm confusing myself though. So I may have to get a grown up to advise me on the best account option, heh.
I'll stick to a short entry today to make up for the massive one the other day.
Toodles
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
War and Peace aka The story of the destruction of our villa
Well I'm back in the country after two glorious weeks away. A good time was had by all.
Just a quick warning: This shall be a long post. And also I'm kidding about the destruction, more or less...
We stayed in a gorgeous villa, and from day one my mum was finding broken things and panicking in case the owners thought we were responsible and took away our deposit. They were minor things really, cracks in things, stains on surfaces, etc. The air conditioning in two rooms wasnt working, the workmen got one of them working but not the other, but as the not-working one was in my sisters' room and she doesnt use air conditioning anyway, it didnt matter too much for us. Nearing the second week there was a problem with the toilets, the workmen had to dig up the road outside the villa to fix the problem (I think they hated us for that as it had to be done urgently). And finally mum burnt down the kitchen, well I'm exaggerating there. All that happened was a pan caught fire and went out by itself once we took it off the heat, not a single thing was singed and all the pan needed was a good clean. But it's fun to joke about. Mum didn't cook for the rest of the holiday.
The rest of the holiday went rather uneventfully, with plenty of relaxing in the sun, eating good food, drinking good alcohol, and meeting up with old friends. We learnt more Turkish than we ever have before and I shall teach you all how to count to ten in Turkish. The pronunciations are in brackets.
One = Bir (Beer)
Two = Iki (Icky)
Three = Üç (Ooch)
Four = Dört (Dirt)
Five = Beş (Besh)
Six = Altı (Altuh)
Seven = Yedi (Yedy)
Eight = Sekiz (Sekiz)
Nine = Dokuz (Dokuz)
Ten = On (On)
Well done, you can all count to ten in Turkish.
As I said, the holiday was fairly uneventful until we got back to the airport. It took us over 12 hours from villa to home, and then I had a job interview to get to. Here is a (supposedly) brief timeline of events;
23:00; Wait for pre-arranged taxi to airport
23:10; Phone office to find out whereabouts of pre-arranged taxi
23:15; Taxi arrives at villa, accuses us of not coming into the office to confirm times of pick up, we informed him that we did on the previous saturday, taxi man goes quiet.
00:15; Arrive at Dalaman airport, see size of the queue for check in and grumble.
00:40; Check in and get told by an airline rep that there is a delay of four hours for the flight, (this means that flight hasn't left Manchester yet) but that refreshments should be provided for us.
00:45; Find a place to sit and dump bags with Dad while we go off to check out the selection of duty free items.
01:15; Return with two bottles of Southern Comfort, a bottle of orange liquer, and a large bar of chocolate, look at the screen detailing our flight, it says "indefinite delay" this means plane has still not left Manchester (due to a mechanical problem that engineers were working on)
01:20; Fall asleep on a makshift bed of two wicker chairs (not the most comfy things), Dad and sister sleep on the floor, while Mum reads book and watches bags.
05:00; Awake to sound of Mum and Dad mentioning food, apparently mum and others on flight went to the information desk and kicked up a fuss about refreshments that had been promised but hadn't yet materialised. Rep called England to check if it was ok to do that, and finally we were all allowed a chicken burger, fries and a coke from KFC.
05:20; Finish eating, and go back to sleep, this time on one wicker chair with my head on the table.
07:30; Wake up again, get told that the flight is now scheduled for 08:30
08:30; Board flight and make way to England
10:30; Arrive at Manchester Airport
11:20; Retrieve luggage and rendevous with our taxi home
12:10; Arrive at home, 13 hours after initially starting our journey.
13:00; Leave house for job interview
13:50; Arrive at job interview
A very close thing it was with that interview. I was so tired I could have slept through it, but I didn't. I think I babbled and didn't make much sense though. Ah well, I shall find out today what their verdict is.
And I shall leave you there before I bore you any further with my babblings. Before I go though I shall post a picture from my graduation ball and from my graduation. Both of which I got today.
And a couple from my hols
I also have a picture of my in a bikini, but no one shall be seeing that...
Toodles
Just a quick warning: This shall be a long post. And also I'm kidding about the destruction, more or less...
We stayed in a gorgeous villa, and from day one my mum was finding broken things and panicking in case the owners thought we were responsible and took away our deposit. They were minor things really, cracks in things, stains on surfaces, etc. The air conditioning in two rooms wasnt working, the workmen got one of them working but not the other, but as the not-working one was in my sisters' room and she doesnt use air conditioning anyway, it didnt matter too much for us. Nearing the second week there was a problem with the toilets, the workmen had to dig up the road outside the villa to fix the problem (I think they hated us for that as it had to be done urgently). And finally mum burnt down the kitchen, well I'm exaggerating there. All that happened was a pan caught fire and went out by itself once we took it off the heat, not a single thing was singed and all the pan needed was a good clean. But it's fun to joke about. Mum didn't cook for the rest of the holiday.
The rest of the holiday went rather uneventfully, with plenty of relaxing in the sun, eating good food, drinking good alcohol, and meeting up with old friends. We learnt more Turkish than we ever have before and I shall teach you all how to count to ten in Turkish. The pronunciations are in brackets.
One = Bir (Beer)
Two = Iki (Icky)
Three = Üç (Ooch)
Four = Dört (Dirt)
Five = Beş (Besh)
Six = Altı (Altuh)
Seven = Yedi (Yedy)
Eight = Sekiz (Sekiz)
Nine = Dokuz (Dokuz)
Ten = On (On)
Well done, you can all count to ten in Turkish.
As I said, the holiday was fairly uneventful until we got back to the airport. It took us over 12 hours from villa to home, and then I had a job interview to get to. Here is a (supposedly) brief timeline of events;
23:00; Wait for pre-arranged taxi to airport
23:10; Phone office to find out whereabouts of pre-arranged taxi
23:15; Taxi arrives at villa, accuses us of not coming into the office to confirm times of pick up, we informed him that we did on the previous saturday, taxi man goes quiet.
00:15; Arrive at Dalaman airport, see size of the queue for check in and grumble.
00:40; Check in and get told by an airline rep that there is a delay of four hours for the flight, (this means that flight hasn't left Manchester yet) but that refreshments should be provided for us.
00:45; Find a place to sit and dump bags with Dad while we go off to check out the selection of duty free items.
01:15; Return with two bottles of Southern Comfort, a bottle of orange liquer, and a large bar of chocolate, look at the screen detailing our flight, it says "indefinite delay" this means plane has still not left Manchester (due to a mechanical problem that engineers were working on)
01:20; Fall asleep on a makshift bed of two wicker chairs (not the most comfy things), Dad and sister sleep on the floor, while Mum reads book and watches bags.
05:00; Awake to sound of Mum and Dad mentioning food, apparently mum and others on flight went to the information desk and kicked up a fuss about refreshments that had been promised but hadn't yet materialised. Rep called England to check if it was ok to do that, and finally we were all allowed a chicken burger, fries and a coke from KFC.
05:20; Finish eating, and go back to sleep, this time on one wicker chair with my head on the table.
07:30; Wake up again, get told that the flight is now scheduled for 08:30
08:30; Board flight and make way to England
10:30; Arrive at Manchester Airport
11:20; Retrieve luggage and rendevous with our taxi home
12:10; Arrive at home, 13 hours after initially starting our journey.
13:00; Leave house for job interview
13:50; Arrive at job interview
A very close thing it was with that interview. I was so tired I could have slept through it, but I didn't. I think I babbled and didn't make much sense though. Ah well, I shall find out today what their verdict is.
And I shall leave you there before I bore you any further with my babblings. Before I go though I shall post a picture from my graduation ball and from my graduation. Both of which I got today.
And a couple from my hols
I also have a picture of my in a bikini, but no one shall be seeing that...
Toodles
Monday, July 17, 2006
Greetings from sunny Barbados...
Well, Im not in Barbados, that just sounds a bit better than Turkey. Nevermınd, the sun is shining, the weather is hot hot hot and Ive forgotten to bring the post I so lovingly wrote out the other day on old fashioned paper. Oh well, I have lımıted tıme, so Im gonna go with the flow and see if that takes me somewhere into the realm of good blogs.
Firstly I apologise for the odd characters, its a turkish keyboard. I promise Ill edit this post when Im back home. Secondly, yes Im sad for being in an internet cafe while on holiday. Thirdly, Ive been been bitten to hıgh heaven by damn insects, I must be tasty. Anyway, I,d best leave it at that for now and update more when I have time to.
Güle güle
Firstly I apologise for the odd characters, its a turkish keyboard. I promise Ill edit this post when Im back home. Secondly, yes Im sad for being in an internet cafe while on holiday. Thirdly, Ive been been bitten to hıgh heaven by damn insects, I must be tasty. Anyway, I,d best leave it at that for now and update more when I have time to.
Güle güle
Monday, July 10, 2006
Holiday
This is a bit of a short post, because in 15 minutes time I shall be whisked away to the airport for my hols to Turkey. My posts may be sporadic or not at all depending on how my time on the internet over there pans out. Have fun in my absence.
Gule Gule (Turkish for see you later)
Gule Gule (Turkish for see you later)
Saturday, July 08, 2006
Biohazard in the kitchen
Morning everyone.
Firstly I must apologise for not posting last night, but I had my graduation ball. So as soon as I'd gotten in from work it was a case of rushing to get ready to get out the house, and when I got back lets just say I was a little bit tipsy to be blogging. I'm sensible enough to realise that drunkeness on the internet is likely to just make a prat of myself. Yay me.
Anyways, the title of this blog is probably aroused your curiosity, and before I tell the tale, let me just say that I couldn't have made this up even if I tried. Yesterday was my last day at work, and the kids had a heart dissection practical first thing in the morning. The hearts had been left in the fridge overnight to defrost them, but when myself and the teacher came to them in the morning they were still solid. This situation required some quick thinking...
"We could put them in the microwave," the teacher suggested.
Well, I was game for that, thinking that there was a microwave lurking somewhere around the science department for just this sort of incident. Unfortunately I was wrong.
So there I was standing in the staff room kitchen, a biohazard bag in my hands, watching these hearts go round on a plate, and praying that people wouldn't see. One of the other members of the science faculty smiled at me from the water cooler,
"You having a late breakfast?"
"Erm, not exactly..." I called back.
"Is it an experiment?" he asked.
"Sort of." As you can see, questioning me with hearts in a microwave makes me very monosyllabic.
"What is it?"
"You don't want to know..."
That put an end to that conversation more or less. Anyway, 10 minutes later and the hearts seemed an ok temperature. So off I snuck back to the science department with the hearts safely in the biohazard bag and handed them over. I then returned to fully clean out the microwave, it was sparkling when I left it, no more dried up food in that old thing. While I was doing that another science teacher came in.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm cleaning out the microwave."
"Why?"
"Don't ask."
"You haven't had the hearts in there have you?"
"I did say not to ask."
Anyway, the dissection didn't go as exactly planned due to the odd fact that someone had already cut them up, then returned them to the freezer where we found them. Apparently the kids still seemed to enjoy it though.
The ball last night was very good, the meal was good, the entertainment I enjoyed, even though the dude with the chocolate fountain was packing away just as we got to him, git. I got some nice jewels on my forehead, and most of them are still there this morning. I got a proper picture taken which I should receive after I get back off holiday, and I got a silly picture taken which I shall show you in a moment or two. I had a few glasses of wine then moved on to Southern Comfort and coke, very nice. My dress, considering it wasn't my perfect dress looked nice and I did enjoy feeling posh in a full length dress.
Here's a pic of me playing Buffy;
Once my other pics are on the computer I'll post one of me in my glad rags.
Now, last bit. Yesterday was the first anniversary of the London bombings, so I'd just like to take a moment to think of those who were killed or injured and their families. I'd also like to thank everyone who went above and beyond the call of duty on that day, the emergency services and even ordinary people. Thank you.
Firstly I must apologise for not posting last night, but I had my graduation ball. So as soon as I'd gotten in from work it was a case of rushing to get ready to get out the house, and when I got back lets just say I was a little bit tipsy to be blogging. I'm sensible enough to realise that drunkeness on the internet is likely to just make a prat of myself. Yay me.
Anyways, the title of this blog is probably aroused your curiosity, and before I tell the tale, let me just say that I couldn't have made this up even if I tried. Yesterday was my last day at work, and the kids had a heart dissection practical first thing in the morning. The hearts had been left in the fridge overnight to defrost them, but when myself and the teacher came to them in the morning they were still solid. This situation required some quick thinking...
"We could put them in the microwave," the teacher suggested.
Well, I was game for that, thinking that there was a microwave lurking somewhere around the science department for just this sort of incident. Unfortunately I was wrong.
So there I was standing in the staff room kitchen, a biohazard bag in my hands, watching these hearts go round on a plate, and praying that people wouldn't see. One of the other members of the science faculty smiled at me from the water cooler,
"You having a late breakfast?"
"Erm, not exactly..." I called back.
"Is it an experiment?" he asked.
"Sort of." As you can see, questioning me with hearts in a microwave makes me very monosyllabic.
"What is it?"
"You don't want to know..."
That put an end to that conversation more or less. Anyway, 10 minutes later and the hearts seemed an ok temperature. So off I snuck back to the science department with the hearts safely in the biohazard bag and handed them over. I then returned to fully clean out the microwave, it was sparkling when I left it, no more dried up food in that old thing. While I was doing that another science teacher came in.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm cleaning out the microwave."
"Why?"
"Don't ask."
"You haven't had the hearts in there have you?"
"I did say not to ask."
Anyway, the dissection didn't go as exactly planned due to the odd fact that someone had already cut them up, then returned them to the freezer where we found them. Apparently the kids still seemed to enjoy it though.
The ball last night was very good, the meal was good, the entertainment I enjoyed, even though the dude with the chocolate fountain was packing away just as we got to him, git. I got some nice jewels on my forehead, and most of them are still there this morning. I got a proper picture taken which I should receive after I get back off holiday, and I got a silly picture taken which I shall show you in a moment or two. I had a few glasses of wine then moved on to Southern Comfort and coke, very nice. My dress, considering it wasn't my perfect dress looked nice and I did enjoy feeling posh in a full length dress.
Here's a pic of me playing Buffy;
Once my other pics are on the computer I'll post one of me in my glad rags.
Now, last bit. Yesterday was the first anniversary of the London bombings, so I'd just like to take a moment to think of those who were killed or injured and their families. I'd also like to thank everyone who went above and beyond the call of duty on that day, the emergency services and even ordinary people. Thank you.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Bloodbaths and conspiracies
I've been noticing the effect that blogging is having over my life at the moment. I'm noticing more about my day than I ever did before, in the vain hope that something interesting will happen for me to blog about. It's paying off really. I never used to be one to notice things before, or pay much attention to my somewhat boring days. I'm certain that my life wasn't boring before this, it was just me not realising the things that went on around me. So there's a nice positive for the blog, my life now seems more interesting as a result.
Today in work I had to dispose of some quite suspect items. Last week I'd made fake blood for use in a practical, and as it's shelf life wasn't that long (it had milk as its' main ingredient) I had to chuck it. Well, where is the most logical place to get rid of fake blood? Down the sink. Well, I had to applaud my efforts as I was pouring the blood down the drain. It all looked like a scene from Psycho (eee, eee, eee, eee). The blood was a perfect dark red which diluted nicely with the water in the sink. I dread to think what people would have thought if they'd have seen it. I was gutted that my camera phone was still getting fixed, otherwise you could have been treated to a lovely fake blood bloodbath picture.
If anyone thinks I'm a little sick for that, I do have an explanation. Casualty simulation is a bit of a hobby of mine, and also useful in SJA. So yes, I like new ideas for making up fake blood that actually looks real. I also like making up fake amputations (usually fingers as I'm not that advanced), burns and anything other injury you can chuck at me. If anyone would like some fake blood recipes, I have two, one for real looking disgusting tasting blood, and one for quite nice tasting blood (good for bleeding from the mouth) just ask me. Although this stuff tends to stain so please don't blame me when you can't get it out of your mothers brand new cream carpet.
Something in work tickled me today. My coworkers are all lovely, funny people, and this particular dinnertime they had discovered something about a supposedly anonymous questionnaire they had to fill in. It turns out that each questionnaire, despite looking like a photocopy, had a unique number on it, meaning that the questionnaire could be tracked if someone had recorded the numbers and the member of staff each number belonged to. Conspiracy, they cried. The rest of the lunch break was spent working out how to hand these questionnaires back in while being sure of their anonymity, with suggestions from photocopying one persons' questionnaire, to tip-exing out the unique number (tip-ex, what a wonderful thing). It just tickled me, seeing all these lovely sciencey people talking over a conspiracy theory.
I apologise for revealing that I watch Big Brother. I know it's not big and it's not clever, but this year I'm hooked. Anyone else think Jane is evil? Anyway enough of that, I don't want this to turn into a Big Brother blog.
This is the longest post I've done so far and I'm basically talking crap. Yay me!
Today in work I had to dispose of some quite suspect items. Last week I'd made fake blood for use in a practical, and as it's shelf life wasn't that long (it had milk as its' main ingredient) I had to chuck it. Well, where is the most logical place to get rid of fake blood? Down the sink. Well, I had to applaud my efforts as I was pouring the blood down the drain. It all looked like a scene from Psycho (eee, eee, eee, eee). The blood was a perfect dark red which diluted nicely with the water in the sink. I dread to think what people would have thought if they'd have seen it. I was gutted that my camera phone was still getting fixed, otherwise you could have been treated to a lovely fake blood bloodbath picture.
If anyone thinks I'm a little sick for that, I do have an explanation. Casualty simulation is a bit of a hobby of mine, and also useful in SJA. So yes, I like new ideas for making up fake blood that actually looks real. I also like making up fake amputations (usually fingers as I'm not that advanced), burns and anything other injury you can chuck at me. If anyone would like some fake blood recipes, I have two, one for real looking disgusting tasting blood, and one for quite nice tasting blood (good for bleeding from the mouth) just ask me. Although this stuff tends to stain so please don't blame me when you can't get it out of your mothers brand new cream carpet.
Something in work tickled me today. My coworkers are all lovely, funny people, and this particular dinnertime they had discovered something about a supposedly anonymous questionnaire they had to fill in. It turns out that each questionnaire, despite looking like a photocopy, had a unique number on it, meaning that the questionnaire could be tracked if someone had recorded the numbers and the member of staff each number belonged to. Conspiracy, they cried. The rest of the lunch break was spent working out how to hand these questionnaires back in while being sure of their anonymity, with suggestions from photocopying one persons' questionnaire, to tip-exing out the unique number (tip-ex, what a wonderful thing). It just tickled me, seeing all these lovely sciencey people talking over a conspiracy theory.
I apologise for revealing that I watch Big Brother. I know it's not big and it's not clever, but this year I'm hooked. Anyone else think Jane is evil? Anyway enough of that, I don't want this to turn into a Big Brother blog.
This is the longest post I've done so far and I'm basically talking crap. Yay me!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Never trust the postal service...
I had a somewhat frantic phonecall from my recruitment company today. Apparently they'd hadn't received my timesheet after I'd posted it in last friday, and if they didn't receive it within an hour I wouldn't get paid this week. The problem was that I didn't have a copy of my timesheet to fax to them. I remembered the personnel officer had photocopied it after she'd signed it, which was a lifesaver. She wasn't in today, but a girl in the office dug a copy out for me so I could fax it on. So todays' wonder women are the colleges' office people, including the nice lady who taught me how to send a fax (would you believe I'd never touched a fax machine before?). Anyway, now that's sorted I should be getting two weeks worth of pay on friday, just in time to draw out money for my holidays and also get me out of minus money.
Right now I'm feeling a little upset, Aislene had to properly evict one of the other housemates of the house-next-door and she'd been left with the two ones she liked the most, Spiral and Jonathon. In the end she chose Jonathon after much prompting and deadlines from Big Brother, as he'd said earlier that he'd be able to cope with it best. She was so upset and I really don't like seeing people cry, it makes me want to cry, and these were proper sobs. Some people seem to think she was putting it on, but I honestly don't think she is. If ever there was a reason for sobbing your heart out, I think this would be the one of them (maye not much in the grand scheme of things, but it's still upsetting). Anyway, I don't know if anyone ever watched the first season of Angel, but if you did and remember Doyle, Spiral reminds me so much of him. It's not just the really brogue Irish accent... honestly.
Yes, I do realise I'm really sad and pathetic for being affected in this way by Big Brother. I'm going to go and tidy up, to help me be less pathetic.
Right now I'm feeling a little upset, Aislene had to properly evict one of the other housemates of the house-next-door and she'd been left with the two ones she liked the most, Spiral and Jonathon. In the end she chose Jonathon after much prompting and deadlines from Big Brother, as he'd said earlier that he'd be able to cope with it best. She was so upset and I really don't like seeing people cry, it makes me want to cry, and these were proper sobs. Some people seem to think she was putting it on, but I honestly don't think she is. If ever there was a reason for sobbing your heart out, I think this would be the one of them (maye not much in the grand scheme of things, but it's still upsetting). Anyway, I don't know if anyone ever watched the first season of Angel, but if you did and remember Doyle, Spiral reminds me so much of him. It's not just the really brogue Irish accent... honestly.
Yes, I do realise I'm really sad and pathetic for being affected in this way by Big Brother. I'm going to go and tidy up, to help me be less pathetic.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Unacceptable heat and dented metal
I'm sitting here, in a bit of a foul mood and sweating. Today has been boiling. Yes, I know I'm one of these moaning people who whenever the sun comes out moans about it being too hot. Well I'm working through the day time and I'm really not productive at all in the heat, so I reserve the right to moan.
Anyway, enough of that, it isn't really the heat that's put me in a bad humour, although that's made me somewhat drowsy. I'm in a bad mood because I drove my car into a bollard and have a lovely dent on the wheel arch. "Why did you drive your car into a bollard?" I hear you ask, well I wasn't paying attention when I was coming out of the car park at work. I was too busy trying to find my token to lift the car park barrier so I took the corner too wide and went into a bollard along the side. The bollard is ok you'll all be glad to know.
I heard this song when I got home and thought it seemed quite apt for me today at least. Enjoy.
http://www.thefridayproject.co.uk/audio/fitness/images/art/wheels.mp3
It's by two blokes, and they have tons of good songs, just google Amateur Transplants, and have a gander. I like The Drugs Song, and Paracetemoxyfrusebendroneomycin (with me being a pharmacology student) and they've gone some way towards cheering me up after the car thing. Ah well, as my mate said, "It's only metal."
Anyway, enough of that, it isn't really the heat that's put me in a bad humour, although that's made me somewhat drowsy. I'm in a bad mood because I drove my car into a bollard and have a lovely dent on the wheel arch. "Why did you drive your car into a bollard?" I hear you ask, well I wasn't paying attention when I was coming out of the car park at work. I was too busy trying to find my token to lift the car park barrier so I took the corner too wide and went into a bollard along the side. The bollard is ok you'll all be glad to know.
I heard this song when I got home and thought it seemed quite apt for me today at least. Enjoy.
http://www.thefridayproject.co.uk/audio/fitness/images/art/wheels.mp3
It's by two blokes, and they have tons of good songs, just google Amateur Transplants, and have a gander. I like The Drugs Song, and Paracetemoxyfrusebendroneomycin (with me being a pharmacology student) and they've gone some way towards cheering me up after the car thing. Ah well, as my mate said, "It's only metal."
Monday, July 03, 2006
The Big Day
Well ladies and gents, the big event for me and any other graduand... graduation. I got the cap and gown, and wore them til I was near- ready to collapse from heat exhaution, got my picture taken until I was sick of it, and got my pretty certificate certifying that I am no longer a student but a graduate.
Just for those of you who care, here's a lovely picture of me in my robes. Yep, I felt a prat, but I wasn't the only one feeling like that.
Anyhow it was a nice day off with a fair bit of celebration *cough*drinking*cough*. Back to work tomorrow, grrr.
Sunday, July 02, 2006
Numero Uno
Wow, it's my first post. I feel like I should be saying something profound, even though I doubt anyone other than my mates will read this (if they even bother reading it). Unfortunately my most profound thought at this minute is me wishing this fly would stop buzzing around my room... damn open windows.
Anyway, enough of this fly talk. The blog will be as it says on the tin, well at the top of the page. The life and times of me starting from now. So to give you a bit of a backstory, here is what my life looks like now...
I'm awaiting my graduation, which is in fact tomorrow, so watch this space for silly pictures of me in a cap and gown.
As of next week I shall be technically unemployed, as my temporary job as a lab technician in a school shall come to an end. Although I won't be particularly bothered for two weeks after that, as I'm off to the shores of sunny Turkey on holiday. So really my job hunting trials won't be too much of a stress until three weeks time.
My long term aim is to become a pharmacist, so a pharmacy degree shall be on the cards some time in the future, so long as I can gather together enough money to pay for the new top-up fees. The entire degree will set me back £12, 000 in fees alone, never mind living expenses. I'm a student at heart, so my venture into "the real world" should be quite an eye-opener.
I'm a member of St John Ambulance LINKS, and have been for three years now. I'm officially an "oldbie". I have fun out on duty, and I'm looking forward to at least the next year as just a member. The stress of being chairperson of Links really takes it out of a person, although at the same time it is rewarding.
I'm a gymnastics coach, and as it says in my profile, please don't proposition me using that information. I've heard enough kinky chat up lines ranging from; "Do you still have your leotards? Can I see you in them?" to "Can you get your legs behind your head?" so it's a bit of a pet peeve of mine.
Finally some random info; I'm a false redhead and adore the colour so no ginger jokes please. And I'm a little random, as you will soon learn, so please bear with me if I go off on one. Also, I get distracted very easily so if I haven't posted in a while then you all have my permission to give me a kick up the backside.
Anyway, enough of this fly talk. The blog will be as it says on the tin, well at the top of the page. The life and times of me starting from now. So to give you a bit of a backstory, here is what my life looks like now...
I'm awaiting my graduation, which is in fact tomorrow, so watch this space for silly pictures of me in a cap and gown.
As of next week I shall be technically unemployed, as my temporary job as a lab technician in a school shall come to an end. Although I won't be particularly bothered for two weeks after that, as I'm off to the shores of sunny Turkey on holiday. So really my job hunting trials won't be too much of a stress until three weeks time.
My long term aim is to become a pharmacist, so a pharmacy degree shall be on the cards some time in the future, so long as I can gather together enough money to pay for the new top-up fees. The entire degree will set me back £12, 000 in fees alone, never mind living expenses. I'm a student at heart, so my venture into "the real world" should be quite an eye-opener.
I'm a member of St John Ambulance LINKS, and have been for three years now. I'm officially an "oldbie". I have fun out on duty, and I'm looking forward to at least the next year as just a member. The stress of being chairperson of Links really takes it out of a person, although at the same time it is rewarding.
I'm a gymnastics coach, and as it says in my profile, please don't proposition me using that information. I've heard enough kinky chat up lines ranging from; "Do you still have your leotards? Can I see you in them?" to "Can you get your legs behind your head?" so it's a bit of a pet peeve of mine.
Finally some random info; I'm a false redhead and adore the colour so no ginger jokes please. And I'm a little random, as you will soon learn, so please bear with me if I go off on one. Also, I get distracted very easily so if I haven't posted in a while then you all have my permission to give me a kick up the backside.
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