Thursday, October 27, 2005

More of yesterday

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More of yesterday

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yesterday






Right so this is yesterday lunch
time. Chris and a giant plate of
food, donuts Uncle Nick and Auntie
Vicky bought for the flat, Lewis'
amazing hair. Chris and Marsh
shouting about something.
Lewis' hair again.




yesterday






Right so this is yesterday lunch
time. Chris and a giant plate of
food, donuts Uncle Nick and Auntie
Vicky bought for the flat, Lewis'
amazing hair. Chris and Marsh
shouting about something.
Lewis' hair again.




Tuesday, October 25, 2005

Piccies of my room

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The water stain where my radiator leaked!


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My empty wardrobe - *dies of shock*

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My sink area.

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My very messy desk area - just like home.

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My bed and pinboard, which has since been reorganiszed as I knocked the pic lowest on the board off in my sleep.

Piccies of my room

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The water stain where my radiator leaked!


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My empty wardrobe - *dies of shock*

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My sink area.

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My very messy desk area - just like home.

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My bed and pinboard, which has since been reorganiszed as I knocked the pic lowest on the board off in my sleep.

Updato Fernando

Well this reading thing is a malarky. I can do it! yay!


As for knitting, the arisaig is on hold till I can photo blog my efforts and ask for advice. I'm knitting this wee shawl thing for someone. Blue and lacy and lovely.


Loads of people here requiring knitting type attention. Hats for cold heads, scarves and woolley socks all required. See we're students. Can't afford heat!


I have to be a hairdresser too.


It's all good.


Found a hug buddy for lonely days as well, Chris my next door neighbour. He's going to be my dancing partner as well so I don't feel left out when the flat goes out. He plays violin too - what is it with me and musical friends?


Missing Rob like crazy. Missing in jokes, laughter and familiar smells. I must work out what washing powder he uses. That's a little more subtle than spraying myself with lynx. I love my man. So much.



Updato Fernando

Well this reading thing is a malarky. I can do it! yay!

As for knitting, the arisaig is on hold till I can photo blog my efforts and ask for advice. I'm knitting this wee shawl thing for someone. Blue and lacy and lovely.

Loads of people here requiring knitting type attention. Hats for cold heads, scarves and woolley socks all required. See we're students. Can't afford heat!

I have to be a hairdresser too.

It's all good.

Found a hug buddy for lonely days as well, Chris my next door neighbour. He's going to be my dancing partner as well so I don't feel left out when the flat goes out. He plays violin too - what is it with me and musical friends?

Missing Rob like crazy. Missing in jokes, laughter and familiar smells. I must work out what washing powder he uses. That's a little more subtle than spraying myself with lynx. I love my man. So much.


Thursday, October 20, 2005

You

I'm alive and well and relatively happy.


I've created a routine, and I'm knitting again.


And I don't feel the need to post yet.


But I'll be back.

You

I'm alive and well and relatively happy.

I've created a routine, and I'm knitting again.

And I don't feel the need to post yet.

But I'll be back.

Monday, October 10, 2005

It feels more like home now.

More flat mates :-

Dave - is quiet, and polite, and everso everso in the nicest way possible a bit of a nerd. Poor thing got beaten up on the way home the other night.

Elisa - Loud from London, short, pretty, a singer doing music.

Erin - A Christian from round here who wanted to stay close to her home church. Bonde in the funniest way poss.

I feel settled, I've started calling it home.

I'm just about to start doing my washing.

I've dressed people up as school childrend, I've cooked and frozen food for myself. I've even had my first lectures. Which were introductionry ones and therefore boring.

Strangely, though I got my choice of WW1, I've been assigned to Early Jewish Magic rather than Childhood and Youth in Early Modern Britain. This is going to be interesting. Now when I was trying ot choose my options, this one did stand out at me as if bolded, like God was tryingot say somethig, but I ignored it as I didn't think it'd be applicable to any of my further studies.

But I'm on it anyway. I wonder what God's going to try and teach me.

I met a mature student on my course today. His name is Geoff. 50ish, ex - army, with a Latvian (I think that's right) father. The man is fascinating. And he's a nice not shove it in your face Christian. So far that's 2 on my floor, one in the room below and one on my course at least. God is looking after me.

I'm going to the circus society tonight. Should be fun. What does one wear to that I wonder?

But you know what sucks?

Really sucks?

Missing Rob.

I've been hanging out with Ruth and Sam and their friend. And man do couples make you sick in the nicest way. In jokes, having someone to hug you, company when you need it, understanding when you don't. I miss companionship. Specifically yours Rob.

Especially the sick sense of humour ;-)

It feels more like home now.

More flat mates :-

Dave - is quiet, and polite, and everso everso in the nicest way possible a bit of a nerd. Poor thing got beaten up on the way home the other night.

Elisa - Loud from London, short, pretty, a singer doing music.

Erin - A Christian from round here who wanted to stay close to her home church. Bonde in the funniest way poss.

I feel settled, I've started calling it home.

I'm just about to start doing my washing.

I've dressed people up as school childrend, I've cooked and frozen food for myself. I've even had my first lectures. Which were introductionry ones and therefore boring.

Strangely, though I got my choice of WW1, I've been assigned to Early Jewish Magic rather than Childhood and Youth in Early Modern Britain. This is going to be interesting. Now when I was trying ot choose my options, this one did stand out at me as if bolded, like God was tryingot say somethig, but I ignored it as I didn't think it'd be applicable to any of my further studies.

But I'm on it anyway. I wonder what God's going to try and teach me.

I met a mature student on my course today. His name is Geoff. 50ish, ex - army, with a Latvian (I think that's right) father. The man is fascinating. And he's a nice not shove it in your face Christian. So far that's 2 on my floor, one in the room below and one on my course at least. God is looking after me.

I'm going to the circus society tonight. Should be fun. What does one wear to that I wonder?

But you know what sucks?

Really sucks?

Missing Rob.

I've been hanging out with Ruth and Sam and their friend. And man do couples make you sick in the nicest way. In jokes, having someone to hug you, company when you need it, understanding when you don't. I miss companionship. Specifically yours Rob.

Especially the sick sense of humour ;-)

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Day 3 - I might survive.

Fortunately the people on my floor are lovely.


There's Sam, music student, in a long term relationship with Ruth who's also here to do music but not in this building, plays spanish guitar and sings tenor and cooks me bacon in the morn.


There's Chris who's quiet and always listening but always interested and genuine.


There's Amy who's an ex of a friend from home who has cool tattoos and does martial arts...

and loud london Amey who went backpacking in NZ for a year and who I don't think has slept yet.


more People from hall in my next post - I'll keep you waiting.


I feel settled now. Everything is unpacked and lovely and homey. I've cooked a proper meal. Made a friend. Told people about knitting. Ridden my bike. Registered!


I think I'll be ok

Day 3 - I might survive.

Fortunately the people on my floor are lovely.

There's Sam, music student, in a long term relationship with Ruth who's also here to do music but not in this building, plays spanish guitar and sings tenor and cooks me bacon in the morn.

There's Chris who's quiet and always listening but always interested and genuine.

There's Amy who's an ex of a friend from home who has cool tattoos and does martial arts...
and loud london Amey who went backpacking in NZ for a year and who I don't think has slept yet.

more People from hall in my next post - I'll keep you waiting.

I feel settled now. Everything is unpacked and lovely and homey. I've cooked a proper meal. Made a friend. Told people about knitting. Ridden my bike. Registered!

I think I'll be ok

Sunday, October 02, 2005

Here I am

with tears in my eyes, as I am all alone for the first time in my life.

I've unpacked most of my stuff, Rob's only just left, but I feel lonely.

I don't want to go to the bar, the kind of people I feel comfortable with won't be there. I'll get smokey and I hate smelling of smoke.

Maybe I'll go cook something later.

I hope it gets better than this.

Here I am

with tears in my eyes, as I am all alone for the first time in my life.

I've unpacked most of my stuff, Rob's only just left, but I feel lonely.

I don't want to go to the bar, the kind of people I feel comfortable with won't be there. I'll get smokey and I hate smelling of smoke.

Maybe I'll go cook something later.

I hope it gets better than this.