Thursday, February 23, 2006

Another Winters Day

Michael Bublé is in my head at the moment. Another winters day...has come and gone away...I feel so alone...I want to go home. The phrasing in this song means the words from different verses and choruses can be interchanged so easily. I muddle them up all the time but it is such the favourite song for me.

It's snowing intermittantly today, hence the song reference I think. I was queued at the bus stop alongside visiting A level students here for the open day. They use the car park at my halls as a visitors car park you see. It's funny to think I was one of those last year. Though I did not do the 'come with you parents' thing. I went on my own on the train to Southampton and had a violent gut reaction to it. Much the opposite to the one I had to Bristol. Very positive. So I end up stood there, feeling smug at thought that I'm already here and let the huge fat flakes of snow fall into my hair, giving me twinkles and sparkles like an ice princess. Not for me the huddling with strangers under a bus shelter. Snow always makes me feel serene and I can just stand there in the cold for hours. Though snow here is rare as I was telling the bus queue. Something to do with the being by the sea they say.

I'm sat in the library at the moment people watching and chatting to Rob via email. I love to people watchhere, and perhaps when I have retrieved the books I need for this weekend I will go and do a bit of life drawing. A guy across the way from me is furively drinking his milkshake hoping none of the librarians will walk by. He is dressed as what is known in common British parlance as a 'chav' with baseball cap, pink polo shirt, jewllery in both ears and a cheap white jumper other the top. He would make a good sketch. All the creases in the clothing and the twinkle of the metal. The interesting people always sit in the special collections section.

Last night I slept on my furry blanket, under my duvet on my bed room floor. A hard core knitter, I was blocking a shawl, and it wasn't quite dry when I wanted to go to bed so I slept on the floor. Said shawl is happily ensconced around my shoulders, and was complemented by my seminar tutor for Historiography who happens to be a knitter. I feel all cobwebby and happy in it and may just have to knit another! Though sadly I have lost a stone from my favourite brooch and shall have to hunt around in my room. I think I know where it is though. Incidently, why is brooch spelt as such and not as broach? Sometimes English makes no sense. Hence why I never bothered to learn grammar. Hehe

I am going home tomorrow morning :-) Cheers all round please. Well I'm going to Rob's at least, which is practically home. Wunderbar says I.

Now to work and knitting and a nap I think.

Another Winters Day

Michael Bublé is in my head at the moment. Another winters day...has come and gone away...I feel so alone...I want to go home. The phrasing in this song means the words from different verses and choruses can be interchanged so easily. I muddle them up all the time but it is such the favourite song for me.

It's snowing intermittantly today, hence the song reference I think. I was queued at the bus stop alongside visiting A level students here for the open day. They use the car park at my halls as a visitors car park you see. It's funny to think I was one of those last year. Though I did not do the 'come with you parents' thing. I went on my own on the train to Southampton and had a violent gut reaction to it. Much the opposite to the one I had to Bristol. Very positive. So I end up stood there, feeling smug at thought that I'm already here and let the huge fat flakes of snow fall into my hair, giving me twinkles and sparkles like an ice princess. Not for me the huddling with strangers under a bus shelter. Snow always makes me feel serene and I can just stand there in the cold for hours. Though snow here is rare as I was telling the bus queue. Something to do with the being by the sea they say.

I'm sat in the library at the moment people watching and chatting to Rob via email. I love to people watchhere, and perhaps when I have retrieved the books I need for this weekend I will go and do a bit of life drawing. A guy across the way from me is furively drinking his milkshake hoping none of the librarians will walk by. He is dressed as what is known in common British parlance as a 'chav' with baseball cap, pink polo shirt, jewllery in both ears and a cheap white jumper other the top. He would make a good sketch. All the creases in the clothing and the twinkle of the metal. The interesting people always sit in the special collections section.

Last night I slept on my furry blanket, under my duvet on my bed room floor. A hard core knitter, I was blocking a shawl, and it wasn't quite dry when I wanted to go to bed so I slept on the floor. Said shawl is happily ensconced around my shoulders, and was complemented by my seminar tutor for Historiography who happens to be a knitter. I feel all cobwebby and happy in it and may just have to knit another! Though sadly I have lost a stone from my favourite brooch and shall have to hunt around in my room. I think I know where it is though. Incidently, why is brooch spelt as such and not as broach? Sometimes English makes no sense. Hence why I never bothered to learn grammar. Hehe

I am going home tomorrow morning :-) Cheers all round please. Well I'm going to Rob's at least, which is practically home. Wunderbar says I.

Now to work and knitting and a nap I think.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Summer Wishes

Task: Describe an English landscape in the middle of Summer

Response:

The sun slips over golden hills. Waves of wheat and barley ripple as the wind follows teh sun so gently, waiting to catch her.

You ease back, melting amongst the medows. The poppies and the cornflowers provide a soothing blend of colour against the gold that suurounds you.

English gold, this heat shimmers. It is a rare day. The day when temperate Britain gives a moment of glory. A day to be outside. A day to revel.

And revel you do. There is a punnet of ripe strawberries that you picked earlier in the day. When it was cooler. The wine sits in its cooler.

These pleasures pale into insignificance to the landscape you have chosen. Rather than the red of ripe berries, there is the juice stained pink of her lips. The rolling hills of the fields cannot compete with the landscape of her body.

You lay amongst the yellow of the world that pierces your eyelids as you hide. You do not need to see her to know what she's doing. Or so you think.

The wind has caught the sun and it's caught her too. There is a soft breeze playing with her red skirts, red like the berries that were so sweet. Red like the poppies that burn amongst gold. The cornflowers reflect in her eyes.

Rustles catch your attention, and startled you sit up. She is gone. Slipping down the field she parts the long grass with bare legs.

So you arise, a little wearily, but with a chuckle and follow so gently, soundlessly. Waiting to catch her.

Summer Wishes

Task: Describe an English landscape in the middle of Summer

Response:

The sun slips over golden hills. Waves of wheat and barley ripple as the wind follows teh sun so gently, waiting to catch her.

You ease back, melting amongst the medows. The poppies and the cornflowers provide a soothing blend of colour against the gold that suurounds you.

English gold, this heat shimmers. It is a rare day. The day when temperate Britain gives a moment of glory. A day to be outside. A day to revel.

And revel you do. There is a punnet of ripe strawberries that you picked earlier in the day. When it was cooler. The wine sits in its cooler.

These pleasures pale into insignificance to the landscape you have chosen. Rather than the red of ripe berries, there is the juice stained pink of her lips. The rolling hills of the fields cannot compete with the landscape of her body.

You lay amongst the yellow of the world that pierces your eyelids as you hide. You do not need to see her to know what she's doing. Or so you think.

The wind has caught the sun and it's caught her too. There is a soft breeze playing with her red skirts, red like the berries that were so sweet. Red like the poppies that burn amongst gold. The cornflowers reflect in her eyes.

Rustles catch your attention, and startled you sit up. She is gone. Slipping down the field she parts the long grass with bare legs.

So you arise, a little wearily, but with a chuckle and follow so gently, soundlessly. Waiting to catch her.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

A Nothing Kind of Day

This weekend, Rob surprised me by coming down on Friday night. A pleasant evening ensued and on Saturday he took me to see Aeon Flux and for a KFC meal. We shopped and played and were generally as we were when we are at home together. We disagreed over the quality of Aeon Flux, the beauty of Charlize Theron, and the necessity of shoe shopping to female existance. [Incidently the film in my opinion is good, well written and look out for the extra pair of hands.]

It's always hard when Rob goes home after a visit like that. He's so lovely and things go so well that its hard to re adjust to the normality.

I woke up today and thought, "Well, its a nothing kind of day. " It has poured with rain all day, it is grey and freezing cold. There is distinct lack of purpose to that kind of day. I did have a reason to get up.

Rob rang and in the course of the phonecall convinced me getting out of bed would be a good idea. He somehow manages to make the dull and inane exciting. So with a slight sense of purpose I jumped up just as Hannah rang me. I explained my purpose and she agreed that a trip to town was in order, and off to town we went, just catching the bus.

I am a fool and shouldn't be allowed near technology. I had the day before accidently ripped out my network cable from my ethernet card and whilst both card and cable functioned, the connection, the small metal prongs were shot. So my main purpose was to buy a new ethernet card.

I also wanted to see about changing my phone tariff as I thought I was paying too much for my calls. Mores the pity for the poor unsuspecting salesman. I was in a foul mood. A foul foul mood. Blacker than black and for no good reason.

So having bitten at intrusive sales people, I bought everything I needed, including cleverly designed sanitary towel using Boots advantage points. TMI for you guys, but for you girls, these have clever notches in the back which mean they fold into the crease of your buttocks and therefore fit better and are less likely to move and leak. Very long sentence I know. Boots advantage points are quite possibly one of the best reward schemes for customers I know. You can actually use them to buy items. You get 4 for every pound you spend, and they have a cash value of 1p.

Upon returning home, I watched Friends with Amy, did a little work, and went to the pub with Amy and Hannah. As I've been feeling rotten, Amy was a sweeeeeeetttiiieeee and made me a delicious spaghetti bolognese. Our evening at the pub wasn't so good, as not all the usual crowd were there.

We left early and walked home in the pouring rain and sang assorted snippets from musicals at the tops of our voices. Since we've been home, we've watched Chicago and started watching a film about figure skating. We've eaten rice pudding and tinned fruit and chocolate and are being seriously girly. We're sat here knitting.

At least I'm not moping alone in my room eh?

A Nothing Kind of Day

This weekend, Rob surprised me by coming down on Friday night. A pleasant evening ensued and on Saturday he took me to see Aeon Flux and for a KFC meal. We shopped and played and were generally as we were when we are at home together. We disagreed over the quality of Aeon Flux, the beauty of Charlize Theron, and the necessity of shoe shopping to female existance. [Incidently the film in my opinion is good, well written and look out for the extra pair of hands.]

It's always hard when Rob goes home after a visit like that. He's so lovely and things go so well that its hard to re adjust to the normality.

I woke up today and thought, "Well, its a nothing kind of day. " It has poured with rain all day, it is grey and freezing cold. There is distinct lack of purpose to that kind of day. I did have a reason to get up.

Rob rang and in the course of the phonecall convinced me getting out of bed would be a good idea. He somehow manages to make the dull and inane exciting. So with a slight sense of purpose I jumped up just as Hannah rang me. I explained my purpose and she agreed that a trip to town was in order, and off to town we went, just catching the bus.

I am a fool and shouldn't be allowed near technology. I had the day before accidently ripped out my network cable from my ethernet card and whilst both card and cable functioned, the connection, the small metal prongs were shot. So my main purpose was to buy a new ethernet card.

I also wanted to see about changing my phone tariff as I thought I was paying too much for my calls. Mores the pity for the poor unsuspecting salesman. I was in a foul mood. A foul foul mood. Blacker than black and for no good reason.

So having bitten at intrusive sales people, I bought everything I needed, including cleverly designed sanitary towel using Boots advantage points. TMI for you guys, but for you girls, these have clever notches in the back which mean they fold into the crease of your buttocks and therefore fit better and are less likely to move and leak. Very long sentence I know. Boots advantage points are quite possibly one of the best reward schemes for customers I know. You can actually use them to buy items. You get 4 for every pound you spend, and they have a cash value of 1p.

Upon returning home, I watched Friends with Amy, did a little work, and went to the pub with Amy and Hannah. As I've been feeling rotten, Amy was a sweeeeeeetttiiieeee and made me a delicious spaghetti bolognese. Our evening at the pub wasn't so good, as not all the usual crowd were there.

We left early and walked home in the pouring rain and sang assorted snippets from musicals at the tops of our voices. Since we've been home, we've watched Chicago and started watching a film about figure skating. We've eaten rice pudding and tinned fruit and chocolate and are being seriously girly. We're sat here knitting.

At least I'm not moping alone in my room eh?

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

One day in the year

Having one day in a year to say I love you is stupid I suppose. But think of those people, who find it hard to express themselves, at least on this day, at least, they can use one of the socially exepted norms and codes that encircle this day to show it somehow. And think of the people who wonder if they are loved at all who will have a secret smile becasue someone managed to do somehting as simple as buy a card. Or make one.

I know it causes much pain, this day of lovers and secrets. Being alone is nothing to be scared of, that I know. Loneliness is. That is why my friends get cards from me. So they know that they are not lonely even when alone. I love them so.

And Rob is a sweety who bought me a Royal Doulton figurine of Piglet from the original Winnie the Pooh illustrations. He is striding into the wind carrying a heart in profile, with his red scarf streaming behind him, much in the way mine does when I walk. The heart says "With Luv". This non traditional gift touches me as it again shows Rob's thoughtfulness. And it is the first ornament I will put on our mantle when we finally marry.

I sent him a balloon in a box. It has a cute puppy dog on it saying "I miss you". It came with chocolates. I know it was cheesy and cliched, but knowing how it would surprise him made me think it might be worth it. I hope it was. The puppy dog struck home with me. Missing Rob has changed from a mad mad pain like it was when I first got here. Now it is a dull constant ache exacerbated by the small things like hugs from friends or seeing steak when food shopping. Now I cry on the train home because I almost think it could be the end when the weekend is so good you can't better it. I feel sad on the train ride there as I almost don't want to know the happiness I'll feel because I'll have to go back into my box when I get home. My dull dead box.

I went out tonight to a Valentines/Mardi Gras thing at the Hobbit. It was good and mad and people were dressed beautifully as always, I felt beyond myself and underwhelmed, and so I overcompensated with loud and merry cutting words trying to chivvy thing along.
Simon walked me back in the pouring rain. He told me about growing up on a farm. The rain seeped slowly up my dress like rising damp. And inside my heart beat coldly knowing Rob slept having spent the day alone. I wasn't there to kiss him.

We've been together for 3 years and 5 months now. How things can make you ache neh?

One day in the year

Having one day in a year to say I love you is stupid I suppose. But think of those people, who find it hard to express themselves, at least on this day, at least, they can use one of the socially exepted norms and codes that encircle this day to show it somehow. And think of the people who wonder if they are loved at all who will have a secret smile becasue someone managed to do somehting as simple as buy a card. Or make one.

I know it causes much pain, this day of lovers and secrets. Being alone is nothing to be scared of, that I know. Loneliness is. That is why my friends get cards from me. So they know that they are not lonely even when alone. I love them so.

And Rob is a sweety who bought me a Royal Doulton figurine of Piglet from the original Winnie the Pooh illustrations. He is striding into the wind carrying a heart in profile, with his red scarf streaming behind him, much in the way mine does when I walk. The heart says "With Luv". This non traditional gift touches me as it again shows Rob's thoughtfulness. And it is the first ornament I will put on our mantle when we finally marry.

I sent him a balloon in a box. It has a cute puppy dog on it saying "I miss you". It came with chocolates. I know it was cheesy and cliched, but knowing how it would surprise him made me think it might be worth it. I hope it was. The puppy dog struck home with me. Missing Rob has changed from a mad mad pain like it was when I first got here. Now it is a dull constant ache exacerbated by the small things like hugs from friends or seeing steak when food shopping. Now I cry on the train home because I almost think it could be the end when the weekend is so good you can't better it. I feel sad on the train ride there as I almost don't want to know the happiness I'll feel because I'll have to go back into my box when I get home. My dull dead box.

I went out tonight to a Valentines/Mardi Gras thing at the Hobbit. It was good and mad and people were dressed beautifully as always, I felt beyond myself and underwhelmed, and so I overcompensated with loud and merry cutting words trying to chivvy thing along.
Simon walked me back in the pouring rain. He told me about growing up on a farm. The rain seeped slowly up my dress like rising damp. And inside my heart beat coldly knowing Rob slept having spent the day alone. I wasn't there to kiss him.

We've been together for 3 years and 5 months now. How things can make you ache neh?

Monday, February 13, 2006

Going home.

The rest of a weekend passed in a blur of happiness.

On saturday i had a nice lie in and sat around in my pj's knitting on my shawl whilst watching olympics on the telly and eating hot cross buns. Hot cross bun are one of the food perks of this time of year, and I must remember to buy some more if i go shopping this week as they are perfect for a student brekkie on the run.

Rob an di went to my rents in the evening for fish and chips tea, or in my case, burger and chips tea. I even made him watch the iceskating, which he did begrudingly, but was lovely none the less. He does love me after all then ;-) Mum an di had a nice time catching up and reviewing hte opening ceremony of the Olympics. As always we appreciated the dresses of the pretty ladies who carried the signs with the names of the countries. The detailing of the little trees, and mountains made from fabric folds were only added to by the teeny skiiers who were attached to the dresses! We also enjoyed the giant skiier made from dancers wearing different colours, that clevered used moving in formation to change it's position.

Sunday morning saw me woken with a cup of tea from Rob's mum. I only ever drink tea when at Rob's house. This is strange as my mum is a big tea drinker, and not so strange as my Dad doesn't drink it at all. I think it is mainly because I am lazy, and there only go to the effort if making it for someone else, or drink it if someone else has made it first. I doon't mind the taste, but i prefer weak and fragrant if possible!

I have been making this shawl now for at least 3 weeks and am starting to bore of the lace pattern on the largest section, so I spent a few minutes more in bed working on the repeat, just so it got done. Then I washed and dressed and sat talking to Rob before we had to go to Church.

Church wasn't so bad for once. The last few times I have been it has been as if I can see what is wrong rather than what is good about the church, but I enjoyed the worship even if it was form CD's and it was nice to catch up with people. Rob and I took the youth group and were impressed by the refreshing honesty of most of group and really got somewhere I think.

After that, as Rob's mum had to do the finances for church I offered to make lunch so Rob and I zoomed home and I got cooking. I have to say since being at uni, my joy in cooking has increased immensely. I find myself being imaginative and excited, wanting to experiment. In this instance I produced a variationon one of Triss's traditional sunday lunch dishes, a vegetable soup. Mine turned out more of Spring soup, as it was all pretty colours. Red onions finely diced, fried with mince beef, then grated carrot and potato is added. This is friend till the potato is soft then chopped leeks and vegetable stock and milk are added to make it soupy. It was very nice.

I worked away at my reading for a bit after lunch, and packed all my bags up as my darling was about to play football. Now football really isn't one of my favourite things, but I love to watch Rob play. He is rather good, and generally scores plenty of goals. But this match was a bit nightmareish with a new player on his team being bigheaded and refusing to substitute out when he ought etc... Rob gets so involved in the game that he takes everything personally and he got so cross! I have never seen him like that.

This mean tour goodbye was not quite as nice as it could have been, but the station was appropriately dingy and it was raining as he dropped me off after the match so it had an element of film noir to it. I hope you're feeling better baby!

On the train ride back I knitted and dozed, and nearly missed my stop! So like me, but I did remember everything this time fortunately and managed to catch a bus that got me straight to The Stile, the cosy pub on campus where i met up with Amy, filthy and his gf Carrie. I had a bowl of cheesy chips for tea, and spent a pleasant evening getting to know Carrie and lamenting the demise and discontinuation of the chocolate orange fudgecake from the nenu with Amy.

Cecil came over for a chat when I finally got back to halls. He stayed chatting to midnight, and told me a lovely Jewish story about how people came to have the dimple over our top lip. You know the one your little finger fits so succinctly in and that makes lips look kissable. According to Jewish tradition, babies in the womb know all Scripture, all the laws and rules and tradition God has ever revealed to his people, infact they know everything becasue before the soul was put into a body it was with God. But when the baby is due to be born, Archangel Gabriel - I think that's the one, correct me Cecil otherwise - puts his finger to the baby's lips as if to say "shhh" and removes all that knowledge bar the spark that creates your personality and desire for knowledge and that which makes you human.

Somehitng about that and the way Cecil told it really moved me. It also conveniently explains that strange dimple over your lip!

Going home.

The rest of a weekend passed in a blur of happiness.

On saturday i had a nice lie in and sat around in my pj's knitting on my shawl whilst watching olympics on the telly and eating hot cross buns. Hot cross bun are one of the food perks of this time of year, and I must remember to buy some more if i go shopping this week as they are perfect for a student brekkie on the run.

Rob an di went to my rents in the evening for fish and chips tea, or in my case, burger and chips tea. I even made him watch the iceskating, which he did begrudingly, but was lovely none the less. He does love me after all then ;-) Mum an di had a nice time catching up and reviewing hte opening ceremony of the Olympics. As always we appreciated the dresses of the pretty ladies who carried the signs with the names of the countries. The detailing of the little trees, and mountains made from fabric folds were only added to by the teeny skiiers who were attached to the dresses! We also enjoyed the giant skiier made from dancers wearing different colours, that clevered used moving in formation to change it's position.

Sunday morning saw me woken with a cup of tea from Rob's mum. I only ever drink tea when at Rob's house. This is strange as my mum is a big tea drinker, and not so strange as my Dad doesn't drink it at all. I think it is mainly because I am lazy, and there only go to the effort if making it for someone else, or drink it if someone else has made it first. I doon't mind the taste, but i prefer weak and fragrant if possible!

I have been making this shawl now for at least 3 weeks and am starting to bore of the lace pattern on the largest section, so I spent a few minutes more in bed working on the repeat, just so it got done. Then I washed and dressed and sat talking to Rob before we had to go to Church.

Church wasn't so bad for once. The last few times I have been it has been as if I can see what is wrong rather than what is good about the church, but I enjoyed the worship even if it was form CD's and it was nice to catch up with people. Rob and I took the youth group and were impressed by the refreshing honesty of most of group and really got somewhere I think.

After that, as Rob's mum had to do the finances for church I offered to make lunch so Rob and I zoomed home and I got cooking. I have to say since being at uni, my joy in cooking has increased immensely. I find myself being imaginative and excited, wanting to experiment. In this instance I produced a variationon one of Triss's traditional sunday lunch dishes, a vegetable soup. Mine turned out more of Spring soup, as it was all pretty colours. Red onions finely diced, fried with mince beef, then grated carrot and potato is added. This is friend till the potato is soft then chopped leeks and vegetable stock and milk are added to make it soupy. It was very nice.

I worked away at my reading for a bit after lunch, and packed all my bags up as my darling was about to play football. Now football really isn't one of my favourite things, but I love to watch Rob play. He is rather good, and generally scores plenty of goals. But this match was a bit nightmareish with a new player on his team being bigheaded and refusing to substitute out when he ought etc... Rob gets so involved in the game that he takes everything personally and he got so cross! I have never seen him like that.

This mean tour goodbye was not quite as nice as it could have been, but the station was appropriately dingy and it was raining as he dropped me off after the match so it had an element of film noir to it. I hope you're feeling better baby!

On the train ride back I knitted and dozed, and nearly missed my stop! So like me, but I did remember everything this time fortunately and managed to catch a bus that got me straight to The Stile, the cosy pub on campus where i met up with Amy, filthy and his gf Carrie. I had a bowl of cheesy chips for tea, and spent a pleasant evening getting to know Carrie and lamenting the demise and discontinuation of the chocolate orange fudgecake from the nenu with Amy.

Cecil came over for a chat when I finally got back to halls. He stayed chatting to midnight, and told me a lovely Jewish story about how people came to have the dimple over our top lip. You know the one your little finger fits so succinctly in and that makes lips look kissable. According to Jewish tradition, babies in the womb know all Scripture, all the laws and rules and tradition God has ever revealed to his people, infact they know everything becasue before the soul was put into a body it was with God. But when the baby is due to be born, Archangel Gabriel - I think that's the one, correct me Cecil otherwise - puts his finger to the baby's lips as if to say "shhh" and removes all that knowledge bar the spark that creates your personality and desire for knowledge and that which makes you human.

Somehitng about that and the way Cecil told it really moved me. It also conveniently explains that strange dimple over your lip!

Friday, February 10, 2006

Just for once

Today I awoke early, giggling like a child. And I mean early for me. It was 6:30. I dashed to the loo and proceded to get dressed. I even had boiled egg and martmite toast. This meant using the last of the bread, for which I apologise Chris. It was a beautiful day today. I opened my curtains wide so sunshine could stream in.

My university room is so lovely when it catches sunlight, the white walls light up and it seems so calm and peaceful. Unfortunately that is only very early in the morning, and only when the sun manages to creep through the gaps in the buildings opposite. This morning felt good and productive. I even managed to finish the book I was reading, Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters before I left so I could give it to Chris to read on his skiiing trip. Have fun in Slovenia or Slovakia or wherever you're going!

With my walkman blasting an ecletic mix of music in my ears I ran for the bus. The chill of the day made my face tingle, and this contrasted deliciously with the warmth of morning sun. On the bus, track after track matched my mood. I swear that Mp3 player is psychic. Then came the highlight of any trip to the campus. I have to walk across part of Southampton Common to get from the main campus to the Avenue Campus.

Today it sparkled, glittered, gleamed. Frost had kissed everything making it look magical. With my glamous puss suitcase swinging beside me and the sun beating down. I felt on top of the world. That walk could have lasted forever I would have been so content and happy. I was going home.

Once at Avenue, I went to see if my WW1 tutor had arrived, in order to pick up my essay and exam mark. Unfortunately he wasn't, and hopefully he will have left it with my tutor. That did however mean I caught an earlier bus to the station.

Here things began to go a little topsy turvy. First of all the ticket man was getting so stressed with my attempts to find my railcard that I decided to buy a full price ticket to save him further exasperation. £18 less well off I then decided to buy a paper and some chocolate to nibble on only to find the WHSmiths wouldn't accept my card, and therefore had to usemore of my precious cash.

I did however manage to get on the train wihtout further unction and settled in managing to read every article in my copy of the Times on the journey to Warminster. The secenery slowly changed from the suburn Hampshire to the rolling downs of Wiltshire. With each town I felt more and more excited and like I was beaming light fro my inside out. Something about the golden ploughed fields, where the chalky soil catches the light, just made me sigh with contentment.

When I arrive, I nearly forgot to pick up my suitcase, but rushed out just before the train doors shut to be greeted by Rob.

Two and a half weeks is too long.

We did a little shopping and errands, and have so far spent a lazy day together, me knitting, him gaming. The Winter Olympics opening ceremony has just ended and so I am off to bed.

Love to Fran - I hope things get better soon and hopefully I'll manage to see you next time I'm down.

Just for once

Today I awoke early, giggling like a child. And I mean early for me. It was 6:30. I dashed to the loo and proceded to get dressed. I even had boiled egg and martmite toast. This meant using the last of the bread, for which I apologise Chris. It was a beautiful day today. I opened my curtains wide so sunshine could stream in.

My university room is so lovely when it catches sunlight, the white walls light up and it seems so calm and peaceful. Unfortunately that is only very early in the morning, and only when the sun manages to creep through the gaps in the buildings opposite. This morning felt good and productive. I even managed to finish the book I was reading, Tipping the Velvet by Sarah Waters before I left so I could give it to Chris to read on his skiiing trip. Have fun in Slovenia or Slovakia or wherever you're going!

With my walkman blasting an ecletic mix of music in my ears I ran for the bus. The chill of the day made my face tingle, and this contrasted deliciously with the warmth of morning sun. On the bus, track after track matched my mood. I swear that Mp3 player is psychic. Then came the highlight of any trip to the campus. I have to walk across part of Southampton Common to get from the main campus to the Avenue Campus.

Today it sparkled, glittered, gleamed. Frost had kissed everything making it look magical. With my glamous puss suitcase swinging beside me and the sun beating down. I felt on top of the world. That walk could have lasted forever I would have been so content and happy. I was going home.

Once at Avenue, I went to see if my WW1 tutor had arrived, in order to pick up my essay and exam mark. Unfortunately he wasn't, and hopefully he will have left it with my tutor. That did however mean I caught an earlier bus to the station.

Here things began to go a little topsy turvy. First of all the ticket man was getting so stressed with my attempts to find my railcard that I decided to buy a full price ticket to save him further exasperation. £18 less well off I then decided to buy a paper and some chocolate to nibble on only to find the WHSmiths wouldn't accept my card, and therefore had to usemore of my precious cash.

I did however manage to get on the train wihtout further unction and settled in managing to read every article in my copy of the Times on the journey to Warminster. The secenery slowly changed from the suburn Hampshire to the rolling downs of Wiltshire. With each town I felt more and more excited and like I was beaming light fro my inside out. Something about the golden ploughed fields, where the chalky soil catches the light, just made me sigh with contentment.

When I arrive, I nearly forgot to pick up my suitcase, but rushed out just before the train doors shut to be greeted by Rob.

Two and a half weeks is too long.

We did a little shopping and errands, and have so far spent a lazy day together, me knitting, him gaming. The Winter Olympics opening ceremony has just ended and so I am off to bed.

Love to Fran - I hope things get better soon and hopefully I'll manage to see you next time I'm down.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

A survey for want of something better

SIMPLE QUESTIONS:

Full name: Alexandra Ellen Ann Jones
Nick names: Alex, Lex, Lexibug, lexy, Al, Sapphy, Oi you, Goddess, Tiger,
lHeight: 5'1"
Siblings: Two sisters both younger, more talented and better looking. I love them both.
Do you like to sing in the shower: I'm too busy pondering how to get the shampoo out my long hair to sing in the shower.
Do you like to sing? Yes loudly.
Sign: Libra if you mean astrology, or frogs crossing if you mean road.
Lefty or righty: Right
Shoes or sandals: Shoes of the red and sparkly sort
What do you want in a relationship?:Love, acceptance, security, fun.
Marital status: Engaged
"FAVOURITE" QUESTIONS:
Fav. Songs: Kiss from a Rose and Crazy by Seal, She's on Fire by Train, Trouble and Clocks by Coldplay, Teardrop by Massive Attack.
Perfume/Cologne: Very Irresistable by Givenchy
Movie: Serenity, Moulin Rouge, Ameile.
Number: 2 or 3
Card game: Poker strip or other wise.
Radio station: Radio 4
Sports: I like playing badminton, and watching football, motorbike racing, ice skating and snowboarding.
Food: Anything home made with good ingredients, when out, baked aubergine in a tomato sauce and mozzerella.
TV show: Lost
Cartoon: Arnold as in arnold with the cool theme tune. *Hey what wonderful kind of day...*
Character: Maria Merryweather.
Colour: RED.
A LITTLE BIT 'N' THAT:
Do you plan on having kids: Yes in about 7yrs time.
How many do you want? Two please, or a gaggle of four boys,just don't tell Rob about the last one!
Who's your celebrity crush? Ewan McGregor and Johnny Depp
Would you have kids before marriage? Hopefully Not!
Do you have a b/f or g/f?: a fiance
Do you have a crush: Yes on Amy and Hannah. they are me girls. nuff said.
What hurts you the most? When people don't appreciate the lengths you've gone for them.
ONE OR THE OTHER:
Music/TV: Music telly! No, really jazz violin.
Guys/Girls?: Always men...better company
Green/Blue?: The shade of blue your eyes are.
Pink/Purple: A rich regal purple.
Summer/winter: Winter or autumn, I hate being too hot.
Night/Day: Night time is the right time to quote the cheesy christmas song
Hangin out/chillin out: Chilling out with wine and a good book.
Dopey/Funny: Funny
You know I'm around when: Things stop making sense, or there's some very good food.
What school do you go to/where do u work? Student of History at the University of Southampton.
Do you enjoy school?I loved school.
What's a major turn on for you: Thoughtful gestures.
FRIENDS!
Whiniest: Erin
Nicest: Amy
Funniest:Filthy
What's the worst thing a friend could do to you? Blank me.
Which people do you trust the most: Rob.
Do you believe in soul mates: No, I believe in kindred spirits
Is it right to flirt if you have a bf or gf?: Only if they don't mind
OTHER RANDOM QUESTIONS...
What and when was the last thing you cried over or got teary over?When I was talking to chris when I was homesick.
What music instruments do u play? Grade 1 piano and my voice.
What do you want right now? Get my stoopid WW1 essay and exam mark so i can go home early tomorrow.
What's one thing you can't live without? Love, knitting and food.
Love or Lust: Love
Silver or gold: Silver
Diamond or pearl: Diamonds are forever, pearls are for tears. Both in equal doses.
Sunset or sunrise: Sunrise alone, sunset with company.
Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?: No but I want to. Who will join me?
Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: No, but Dr. Evil the Bear lives on my window sill.
Do you have any piercings?: My ears are peirced twice in one and one in the other. Damn poor beauticians who pierced the first too low down.
What colour underpants are you wearing?:Pink with a grey trim and a fairy cake print.
What song are you listening to right now?: The hum of my laptop.
What are the last 4 digits of your home phone?: 3288 here.
Where would you want to go on your honeymoon?: I'm going to Devon to country house hotel on the back Rob's motor bike.
Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? Rob.
Some of the first things you notice about the opposite sex? Posture, hands, face.
What makes you happy?: Hugs, Rob's face when he sees me after a two week break, good food and dancing.
Do you wear contacts or glasses?: Glasses when my eyes get tired.
What was the best advice ever given to you?: Think before you speak.
Do you like Funny or Scary movies better?: I like scary movies that are so bad they're funny.
On the phone or in person?: I actually have a mild phobia of phones, so in person please.
Hugs or kisses?: Mostly Hugs.
What song reflects you most?:Teardrop by Massive Attack.
If you died tomorrow who would you leave everything to?: Rob if he wanted all my crap, my firends if not.
Do you have any enemies?:Not that I know of apart from the evil twin from Belgium
Rich or famous?: Rich, then I can buy my restaurant:)
Math / Science?: Science at a push, but only if it's chemistry and I can blow things up.
What time is it where you are?: 1525
Have you ever met Santa?: Yes.
Any pets?:Not of my own, no. Though my sisters have fish, gerbils and guinea pigs.
Who was the last person you danced with?: A guy called Will who didn't have a partner the night my ballroom partner hurt his back.
Last time you were stressed?:This morning trying to find the right book in the library.
Are you an alcoholic?: No.
Who sent this to you?:Erin.
What do you think of this person?: She is stark raving mad, and ridiculously happy and smiley.

A survey for want of something better

SIMPLE QUESTIONS:

Full name: Alexandra Ellen Ann Jones
Nick names: Alex, Lex, Lexibug, lexy, Al, Sapphy, Oi you, Goddess, Tiger,
lHeight: 5'1"
Siblings: Two sisters both younger, more talented and better looking. I love them both.
Do you like to sing in the shower: I'm too busy pondering how to get the shampoo out my long hair to sing in the shower.
Do you like to sing? Yes loudly.
Sign: Libra if you mean astrology, or frogs crossing if you mean road.
Lefty or righty: Right
Shoes or sandals: Shoes of the red and sparkly sort
What do you want in a relationship?:Love, acceptance, security, fun.
Marital status: Engaged
"FAVOURITE" QUESTIONS:
Fav. Songs: Kiss from a Rose and Crazy by Seal, She's on Fire by Train, Trouble and Clocks by Coldplay, Teardrop by Massive Attack.
Perfume/Cologne: Very Irresistable by Givenchy
Movie: Serenity, Moulin Rouge, Ameile.
Number: 2 or 3
Card game: Poker strip or other wise.
Radio station: Radio 4
Sports: I like playing badminton, and watching football, motorbike racing, ice skating and snowboarding.
Food: Anything home made with good ingredients, when out, baked aubergine in a tomato sauce and mozzerella.
TV show: Lost
Cartoon: Arnold as in arnold with the cool theme tune. *Hey what wonderful kind of day...*
Character: Maria Merryweather.
Colour: RED.
A LITTLE BIT 'N' THAT:
Do you plan on having kids: Yes in about 7yrs time.
How many do you want? Two please, or a gaggle of four boys,just don't tell Rob about the last one!
Who's your celebrity crush? Ewan McGregor and Johnny Depp
Would you have kids before marriage? Hopefully Not!
Do you have a b/f or g/f?: a fiance
Do you have a crush: Yes on Amy and Hannah. they are me girls. nuff said.
What hurts you the most? When people don't appreciate the lengths you've gone for them.
ONE OR THE OTHER:
Music/TV: Music telly! No, really jazz violin.
Guys/Girls?: Always men...better company
Green/Blue?: The shade of blue your eyes are.
Pink/Purple: A rich regal purple.
Summer/winter: Winter or autumn, I hate being too hot.
Night/Day: Night time is the right time to quote the cheesy christmas song
Hangin out/chillin out: Chilling out with wine and a good book.
Dopey/Funny: Funny
You know I'm around when: Things stop making sense, or there's some very good food.
What school do you go to/where do u work? Student of History at the University of Southampton.
Do you enjoy school?I loved school.
What's a major turn on for you: Thoughtful gestures.
FRIENDS!
Whiniest: Erin
Nicest: Amy
Funniest:Filthy
What's the worst thing a friend could do to you? Blank me.
Which people do you trust the most: Rob.
Do you believe in soul mates: No, I believe in kindred spirits
Is it right to flirt if you have a bf or gf?: Only if they don't mind
OTHER RANDOM QUESTIONS...
What and when was the last thing you cried over or got teary over?When I was talking to chris when I was homesick.
What music instruments do u play? Grade 1 piano and my voice.
What do you want right now? Get my stoopid WW1 essay and exam mark so i can go home early tomorrow.
What's one thing you can't live without? Love, knitting and food.
Love or Lust: Love
Silver or gold: Silver
Diamond or pearl: Diamonds are forever, pearls are for tears. Both in equal doses.
Sunset or sunrise: Sunrise alone, sunset with company.
Have you ever gone skinny-dipping?: No but I want to. Who will join me?
Do you sleep with stuffed animals?: No, but Dr. Evil the Bear lives on my window sill.
Do you have any piercings?: My ears are peirced twice in one and one in the other. Damn poor beauticians who pierced the first too low down.
What colour underpants are you wearing?:Pink with a grey trim and a fairy cake print.
What song are you listening to right now?: The hum of my laptop.
What are the last 4 digits of your home phone?: 3288 here.
Where would you want to go on your honeymoon?: I'm going to Devon to country house hotel on the back Rob's motor bike.
Who do you want to spend the rest of your life with? Rob.
Some of the first things you notice about the opposite sex? Posture, hands, face.
What makes you happy?: Hugs, Rob's face when he sees me after a two week break, good food and dancing.
Do you wear contacts or glasses?: Glasses when my eyes get tired.
What was the best advice ever given to you?: Think before you speak.
Do you like Funny or Scary movies better?: I like scary movies that are so bad they're funny.
On the phone or in person?: I actually have a mild phobia of phones, so in person please.
Hugs or kisses?: Mostly Hugs.
What song reflects you most?:Teardrop by Massive Attack.
If you died tomorrow who would you leave everything to?: Rob if he wanted all my crap, my firends if not.
Do you have any enemies?:Not that I know of apart from the evil twin from Belgium
Rich or famous?: Rich, then I can buy my restaurant:)
Math / Science?: Science at a push, but only if it's chemistry and I can blow things up.
What time is it where you are?: 1525
Have you ever met Santa?: Yes.
Any pets?:Not of my own, no. Though my sisters have fish, gerbils and guinea pigs.
Who was the last person you danced with?: A guy called Will who didn't have a partner the night my ballroom partner hurt his back.
Last time you were stressed?:This morning trying to find the right book in the library.
Are you an alcoholic?: No.
Who sent this to you?:Erin.
What do you think of this person?: She is stark raving mad, and ridiculously happy and smiley.