Identify two live professional dance performances that you have seen recently. Compare these in terms of style, subject matter, movement content, structure, personnel and physical setting.
Two live performances that I have been privileged to see during my A Level studies are ‘Such Longing’ by Richard Alston and ‘Flesh and Blood/Double Take’ double bill by Lea Anderson. I saw the Cholmondeleys and the Featherstonehaughs perform Anderson’s work at the Merlin Theatre, Frome, in 2004, and Alston’s work performed by his company, Richard Alston Dance Company at the Theatre Royal, Bath, in 2005.
Alston and Anderson are very different choreographers, Alston being a very classical movement material driven contemporary choreographer. Anderson is a postmodern choreographer and her work tries to shed all the ‘traditional’ aspects of contemporary dance.
‘Such Longing’ is a very lyrical piece created by Alston to an accompaniment of Chopin Nocturnes and Etudes. Alston was inspired by the feelings in the music and the story of Chopin’s love affair and memories of his homeland. In complete contrast, Anderson’s double bill was to commemorate the 20th anniversary of her dance career, and to see if it was possible for her male company, the Featherstonehaughs to dance a work created for her female company, the Cholmondeleys and vice versa.
‘Double Take’ has a bright, almost realistic lighting design, which reminds me of a nightclub or a party. ‘Such Longing’ contrasts with this double bill as it is performed under a dreamy, subtle lighting design in soft purples and blues, fitting for it’s romantic subject matter. The physical setting differs enormously too. ‘Double Take’ in front of a gold foil fringe curtain as fits the cabaret style of this piece. There are tables and chairs on the side of the stage for the dancers to sit on whilst not performing, and beer and cigarettes. Alston’s dancers remain off stage in a traditional dance manner. Anderson’s set design fits with her post modern style, effectively breaking the dance rules by leaving everything on show and bringing the dancers back stage beer and cigarettes on stage.
Alston uses classically driven movement vocabulary. In the first solo for a male dancer there is use of arabesque with leans in and out of this position, in the second solo for a male dancer the movement becomes more fluid with distinctive upturned palms during hand gestures. There are a series of duets, and during one of these, the female dancer leans back over the male dancers thigh before plunging backwards creating an arched shape has her head hangs by her heels. There is also use of a repeated motif in a duet where the male dancer holds the female dancer under her arms, and she sinks into a deep plié in first, her heels lifting from the floor.
Anderson’s movement vocabulary has evolved from the study of pedestrian movement. Her piece is created from a number of short sections. In the first of these, the dancers stand in a grid formation, and perform a karaoke style number with each dancer singing a line in turn before passing the microphone and long lead to next dancer in a series of inventive ways. Between singing their lines, the dancer pose in ever changing typical posture of a karaoke bar, from nervous stances to full blown arms out stretched ‘look at me’ shapes. They also change position within their grid formation. In the ‘Barstools’ section, 3 dancers take the stage with their barstools, and perform a series of every day gestures, such as miming drinking, campily pointing their fingers at imaginary friends in a ‘you the man’ pose and falling drunkenly from their stools. These are repeated in canon and in unison and become more and more exaggerated throughout the section developing from mere pedestrian movement to full blown dance. In the last section of the dance, the dancers take to the stage individually, and each have a ‘Fame’ like moment, showing off their favourite moves, bursting with exuberance.
There is also a difference in costume; the dancers in Alston’s piece wear simple trousers and dresses in muted tones that match the lighting. They allow easy movement and do not distract the dancers or the audience. Anderson’s dancers in ‘Double Take’ have various suits in tweedy fabrics in a range of brown shades. They dance in leather brogues and wear ties. The Alston dancers dance exclusively in bare feet, the reintroduction of shoes into dance being a postmodern device. The suits of the Anderson’s dancers limit their movement, and as the piece progresses various items such as the ties and jackets are removes as the section require.
As for personnel, the dancers chosen by Richard Alston are all of the similar build and stature providing a pleasing uniformity to his company, something that suits the style of his work. Anderson chose women of varying heights and builds and used these in her choreography to comic effect, for example during the first section following a tall, blond dancer with a deep voice with a small, bird like dancer with a very high pitched voice.
Over all, Alston’s work is far more serious in tone, as the accompaniment and the subject matter would dictate. The feelings expressed in the music are treated sensitively by Alston’s choreography. Anderson’s work is positively irreverent, and intentionally provokes laughter in the audience at times. She uses the familiar pedestrian gestures to subtly poke fun at habits and mannerism the audience can recognise in themselves.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Dance essay
Identify two live professional dance performances that you have seen recently. Compare these in terms of style, subject matter, movement content, structure, personnel and physical setting.
Two live performances that I have been privileged to see during my A Level studies are ‘Such Longing’ by Richard Alston and ‘Flesh and Blood/Double Take’ double bill by Lea Anderson. I saw the Cholmondeleys and the Featherstonehaughs perform Anderson’s work at the Merlin Theatre, Frome, in 2004, and Alston’s work performed by his company, Richard Alston Dance Company at the Theatre Royal, Bath, in 2005.
Alston and Anderson are very different choreographers, Alston being a very classical movement material driven contemporary choreographer. Anderson is a postmodern choreographer and her work tries to shed all the ‘traditional’ aspects of contemporary dance.
‘Such Longing’ is a very lyrical piece created by Alston to an accompaniment of Chopin Nocturnes and Etudes. Alston was inspired by the feelings in the music and the story of Chopin’s love affair and memories of his homeland. In complete contrast, Anderson’s double bill was to commemorate the 20th anniversary of her dance career, and to see if it was possible for her male company, the Featherstonehaughs to dance a work created for her female company, the Cholmondeleys and vice versa.
‘Double Take’ has a bright, almost realistic lighting design, which reminds me of a nightclub or a party. ‘Such Longing’ contrasts with this double bill as it is performed under a dreamy, subtle lighting design in soft purples and blues, fitting for it’s romantic subject matter. The physical setting differs enormously too. ‘Double Take’ in front of a gold foil fringe curtain as fits the cabaret style of this piece. There are tables and chairs on the side of the stage for the dancers to sit on whilst not performing, and beer and cigarettes. Alston’s dancers remain off stage in a traditional dance manner. Anderson’s set design fits with her post modern style, effectively breaking the dance rules by leaving everything on show and bringing the dancers back stage beer and cigarettes on stage.
Alston uses classically driven movement vocabulary. In the first solo for a male dancer there is use of arabesque with leans in and out of this position, in the second solo for a male dancer the movement becomes more fluid with distinctive upturned palms during hand gestures. There are a series of duets, and during one of these, the female dancer leans back over the male dancers thigh before plunging backwards creating an arched shape has her head hangs by her heels. There is also use of a repeated motif in a duet where the male dancer holds the female dancer under her arms, and she sinks into a deep plié in first, her heels lifting from the floor.
Anderson’s movement vocabulary has evolved from the study of pedestrian movement. Her piece is created from a number of short sections. In the first of these, the dancers stand in a grid formation, and perform a karaoke style number with each dancer singing a line in turn before passing the microphone and long lead to next dancer in a series of inventive ways. Between singing their lines, the dancer pose in ever changing typical posture of a karaoke bar, from nervous stances to full blown arms out stretched ‘look at me’ shapes. They also change position within their grid formation. In the ‘Barstools’ section, 3 dancers take the stage with their barstools, and perform a series of every day gestures, such as miming drinking, campily pointing their fingers at imaginary friends in a ‘you the man’ pose and falling drunkenly from their stools. These are repeated in canon and in unison and become more and more exaggerated throughout the section developing from mere pedestrian movement to full blown dance. In the last section of the dance, the dancers take to the stage individually, and each have a ‘Fame’ like moment, showing off their favourite moves, bursting with exuberance.
There is also a difference in costume; the dancers in Alston’s piece wear simple trousers and dresses in muted tones that match the lighting. They allow easy movement and do not distract the dancers or the audience. Anderson’s dancers in ‘Double Take’ have various suits in tweedy fabrics in a range of brown shades. They dance in leather brogues and wear ties. The Alston dancers dance exclusively in bare feet, the reintroduction of shoes into dance being a postmodern device. The suits of the Anderson’s dancers limit their movement, and as the piece progresses various items such as the ties and jackets are removes as the section require.
As for personnel, the dancers chosen by Richard Alston are all of the similar build and stature providing a pleasing uniformity to his company, something that suits the style of his work. Anderson chose women of varying heights and builds and used these in her choreography to comic effect, for example during the first section following a tall, blond dancer with a deep voice with a small, bird like dancer with a very high pitched voice.
Over all, Alston’s work is far more serious in tone, as the accompaniment and the subject matter would dictate. The feelings expressed in the music are treated sensitively by Alston’s choreography. Anderson’s work is positively irreverent, and intentionally provokes laughter in the audience at times. She uses the familiar pedestrian gestures to subtly poke fun at habits and mannerism the audience can recognise in themselves.
Two live performances that I have been privileged to see during my A Level studies are ‘Such Longing’ by Richard Alston and ‘Flesh and Blood/Double Take’ double bill by Lea Anderson. I saw the Cholmondeleys and the Featherstonehaughs perform Anderson’s work at the Merlin Theatre, Frome, in 2004, and Alston’s work performed by his company, Richard Alston Dance Company at the Theatre Royal, Bath, in 2005.
Alston and Anderson are very different choreographers, Alston being a very classical movement material driven contemporary choreographer. Anderson is a postmodern choreographer and her work tries to shed all the ‘traditional’ aspects of contemporary dance.
‘Such Longing’ is a very lyrical piece created by Alston to an accompaniment of Chopin Nocturnes and Etudes. Alston was inspired by the feelings in the music and the story of Chopin’s love affair and memories of his homeland. In complete contrast, Anderson’s double bill was to commemorate the 20th anniversary of her dance career, and to see if it was possible for her male company, the Featherstonehaughs to dance a work created for her female company, the Cholmondeleys and vice versa.
‘Double Take’ has a bright, almost realistic lighting design, which reminds me of a nightclub or a party. ‘Such Longing’ contrasts with this double bill as it is performed under a dreamy, subtle lighting design in soft purples and blues, fitting for it’s romantic subject matter. The physical setting differs enormously too. ‘Double Take’ in front of a gold foil fringe curtain as fits the cabaret style of this piece. There are tables and chairs on the side of the stage for the dancers to sit on whilst not performing, and beer and cigarettes. Alston’s dancers remain off stage in a traditional dance manner. Anderson’s set design fits with her post modern style, effectively breaking the dance rules by leaving everything on show and bringing the dancers back stage beer and cigarettes on stage.
Alston uses classically driven movement vocabulary. In the first solo for a male dancer there is use of arabesque with leans in and out of this position, in the second solo for a male dancer the movement becomes more fluid with distinctive upturned palms during hand gestures. There are a series of duets, and during one of these, the female dancer leans back over the male dancers thigh before plunging backwards creating an arched shape has her head hangs by her heels. There is also use of a repeated motif in a duet where the male dancer holds the female dancer under her arms, and she sinks into a deep plié in first, her heels lifting from the floor.
Anderson’s movement vocabulary has evolved from the study of pedestrian movement. Her piece is created from a number of short sections. In the first of these, the dancers stand in a grid formation, and perform a karaoke style number with each dancer singing a line in turn before passing the microphone and long lead to next dancer in a series of inventive ways. Between singing their lines, the dancer pose in ever changing typical posture of a karaoke bar, from nervous stances to full blown arms out stretched ‘look at me’ shapes. They also change position within their grid formation. In the ‘Barstools’ section, 3 dancers take the stage with their barstools, and perform a series of every day gestures, such as miming drinking, campily pointing their fingers at imaginary friends in a ‘you the man’ pose and falling drunkenly from their stools. These are repeated in canon and in unison and become more and more exaggerated throughout the section developing from mere pedestrian movement to full blown dance. In the last section of the dance, the dancers take to the stage individually, and each have a ‘Fame’ like moment, showing off their favourite moves, bursting with exuberance.
There is also a difference in costume; the dancers in Alston’s piece wear simple trousers and dresses in muted tones that match the lighting. They allow easy movement and do not distract the dancers or the audience. Anderson’s dancers in ‘Double Take’ have various suits in tweedy fabrics in a range of brown shades. They dance in leather brogues and wear ties. The Alston dancers dance exclusively in bare feet, the reintroduction of shoes into dance being a postmodern device. The suits of the Anderson’s dancers limit their movement, and as the piece progresses various items such as the ties and jackets are removes as the section require.
As for personnel, the dancers chosen by Richard Alston are all of the similar build and stature providing a pleasing uniformity to his company, something that suits the style of his work. Anderson chose women of varying heights and builds and used these in her choreography to comic effect, for example during the first section following a tall, blond dancer with a deep voice with a small, bird like dancer with a very high pitched voice.
Over all, Alston’s work is far more serious in tone, as the accompaniment and the subject matter would dictate. The feelings expressed in the music are treated sensitively by Alston’s choreography. Anderson’s work is positively irreverent, and intentionally provokes laughter in the audience at times. She uses the familiar pedestrian gestures to subtly poke fun at habits and mannerism the audience can recognise in themselves.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
‘A good dance technician is not necessarily the best dancer.’ Outline the characteristics of a good dance technician and discuss the skills, other than those of technique, which make a good dancer.
Dance is a holistic art form, requiring the practitioner to have a wide range of skills. These skills fall in two categories, technical skills and expressive skills. In this essay I will look at the skills that make a good dancer, and the skills that a good dance technician will possess.
Firstly the good dancer technician is someone who has mastered the technical skills of dance at a high level. These skills are core stability, balance, alignment, posture, kinaesthetic awareness, control, flexibility and strength. Possessing these all of these skill to a high standard would make the person a perfect dancer physically.
Having good core stability and control would mean the person would be able to direct the way their body moves, ensuring the movement was always performed in the right way. Good core stability would compliment the person’s good posture and alignment, ensuring the body was always in the correct dynamic position of readiness for dance.
High levels of flexibility and strength would work in tandem, allowing the person a wide range of movement in their joints, with the power behind the movement to sustain it and hold it in a range of positions. Kinaesthetic awareness allows the person to know what their body is doing without being able to see it, for example, the person being aware of where their leg is whilst performing an arabesque behind them. This would help the person with spacing in a dance environment.
The dance technician might be able to execute the movements perfectly, yet with out expressive skill the dance would appear soulless and dead to the audience. The expressive skills of dance are musicality, focus, projection
Dance is a holistic art form, requiring the practitioner to have a wide range of skills. These skills fall in two categories, technical skills and expressive skills. In this essay I will look at the skills that make a good dancer, and the skills that a good dance technician will possess.
Firstly the good dancer technician is someone who has mastered the technical skills of dance at a high level. These skills are core stability, balance, alignment, posture, kinaesthetic awareness, control, flexibility and strength. Possessing these all of these skill to a high standard would make the person a perfect dancer physically.
Having good core stability and control would mean the person would be able to direct the way their body moves, ensuring the movement was always performed in the right way. Good core stability would compliment the person’s good posture and alignment, ensuring the body was always in the correct dynamic position of readiness for dance.
High levels of flexibility and strength would work in tandem, allowing the person a wide range of movement in their joints, with the power behind the movement to sustain it and hold it in a range of positions. Kinaesthetic awareness allows the person to know what their body is doing without being able to see it, for example, the person being aware of where their leg is whilst performing an arabesque behind them. This would help the person with spacing in a dance environment.
The dance technician might be able to execute the movements perfectly, yet with out expressive skill the dance would appear soulless and dead to the audience. The expressive skills of dance are musicality, focus, projection
‘A good dance technician is not necessarily the best dancer.’ Outline the characteristics of a good dance technician and discuss the skills, other than those of technique, which make a good dancer.
Dance is a holistic art form, requiring the practitioner to have a wide range of skills. These skills fall in two categories, technical skills and expressive skills. In this essay I will look at the skills that make a good dancer, and the skills that a good dance technician will possess.
Firstly the good dancer technician is someone who has mastered the technical skills of dance at a high level. These skills are core stability, balance, alignment, posture, kinaesthetic awareness, control, flexibility and strength. Possessing these all of these skill to a high standard would make the person a perfect dancer physically.
Having good core stability and control would mean the person would be able to direct the way their body moves, ensuring the movement was always performed in the right way. Good core stability would compliment the person’s good posture and alignment, ensuring the body was always in the correct dynamic position of readiness for dance.
High levels of flexibility and strength would work in tandem, allowing the person a wide range of movement in their joints, with the power behind the movement to sustain it and hold it in a range of positions. Kinaesthetic awareness allows the person to know what their body is doing without being able to see it, for example, the person being aware of where their leg is whilst performing an arabesque behind them. This would help the person with spacing in a dance environment.
The dance technician might be able to execute the movements perfectly, yet with out expressive skill the dance would appear soulless and dead to the audience. The expressive skills of dance are musicality, focus, projection
Dance is a holistic art form, requiring the practitioner to have a wide range of skills. These skills fall in two categories, technical skills and expressive skills. In this essay I will look at the skills that make a good dancer, and the skills that a good dance technician will possess.
Firstly the good dancer technician is someone who has mastered the technical skills of dance at a high level. These skills are core stability, balance, alignment, posture, kinaesthetic awareness, control, flexibility and strength. Possessing these all of these skill to a high standard would make the person a perfect dancer physically.
Having good core stability and control would mean the person would be able to direct the way their body moves, ensuring the movement was always performed in the right way. Good core stability would compliment the person’s good posture and alignment, ensuring the body was always in the correct dynamic position of readiness for dance.
High levels of flexibility and strength would work in tandem, allowing the person a wide range of movement in their joints, with the power behind the movement to sustain it and hold it in a range of positions. Kinaesthetic awareness allows the person to know what their body is doing without being able to see it, for example, the person being aware of where their leg is whilst performing an arabesque behind them. This would help the person with spacing in a dance environment.
The dance technician might be able to execute the movements perfectly, yet with out expressive skill the dance would appear soulless and dead to the audience. The expressive skills of dance are musicality, focus, projection
Finally a new post.
I know this is pure laziness on my part, but I blog when the desire strikes.
And it's struck.
On the knitting side - I'm in a show in July as Aslan the Lion in The Magician's Nephew, and have a Cats style CATSUIT!! Which involves furry leg warmers and glovelets. Now the knitting wasn't difficult, 10mm needles, chunky yellow cotton yarn from a charity shop. It's the crochet hooking the little yarn pieces on to the yellow fabric that bores me. Oh well I'm sure it'll look effective on stage.
Most of my life recently has been revising, I'm unsure how far i'm gettgin along but the basic knowledge is there, and I'm trusting God to help me out. I hate panicking in exams. I really really want to show the world that Christians can be sucessful and that God honours hard work. I hope I working hard enough to beat my predicitions. I know I can do it.
I've also been looking after Rob a bit. He needs some tender loving care what with his bike injury playing up again. It's nice being a nurse, getting icepacks and drinks, though whining "I want a drink!" like a petulant child just makes me laugh and stand around doing nothing til I get aplease. We've been being silly recently, just making each other laugh and boy is it good to laugh.
I saw some people today walking out their lesson in a huge group, laughing and joking in the sunshine.
I find it hard because alot of my friends from school are into stuff i don't really like, like getting drunk etc... There isn't really anyone around Rob's age either who isn't down the pub every weekend. We get on really well with the couple I babysit for, but we can't really be friends with them as they pay me. I'd gladly look after their kids for free, and when they get i form going out, we often end up sitting chatting for an hour. Brent paraglides and is going to take Rob up on a tandem when the weathers good again. I'd love to have a go, but I'm not sure how much I'd love to..lol
And it's struck.
On the knitting side - I'm in a show in July as Aslan the Lion in The Magician's Nephew, and have a Cats style CATSUIT!! Which involves furry leg warmers and glovelets. Now the knitting wasn't difficult, 10mm needles, chunky yellow cotton yarn from a charity shop. It's the crochet hooking the little yarn pieces on to the yellow fabric that bores me. Oh well I'm sure it'll look effective on stage.
Most of my life recently has been revising, I'm unsure how far i'm gettgin along but the basic knowledge is there, and I'm trusting God to help me out. I hate panicking in exams. I really really want to show the world that Christians can be sucessful and that God honours hard work. I hope I working hard enough to beat my predicitions. I know I can do it.
I've also been looking after Rob a bit. He needs some tender loving care what with his bike injury playing up again. It's nice being a nurse, getting icepacks and drinks, though whining "I want a drink!" like a petulant child just makes me laugh and stand around doing nothing til I get aplease. We've been being silly recently, just making each other laugh and boy is it good to laugh.
I saw some people today walking out their lesson in a huge group, laughing and joking in the sunshine.
I find it hard because alot of my friends from school are into stuff i don't really like, like getting drunk etc... There isn't really anyone around Rob's age either who isn't down the pub every weekend. We get on really well with the couple I babysit for, but we can't really be friends with them as they pay me. I'd gladly look after their kids for free, and when they get i form going out, we often end up sitting chatting for an hour. Brent paraglides and is going to take Rob up on a tandem when the weathers good again. I'd love to have a go, but I'm not sure how much I'd love to..lol
Finally a new post.
I know this is pure laziness on my part, but I blog when the desire strikes.
And it's struck.
On the knitting side - I'm in a show in July as Aslan the Lion in The Magician's Nephew, and have a Cats style CATSUIT!! Which involves furry leg warmers and glovelets. Now the knitting wasn't difficult, 10mm needles, chunky yellow cotton yarn from a charity shop. It's the crochet hooking the little yarn pieces on to the yellow fabric that bores me. Oh well I'm sure it'll look effective on stage.
Most of my life recently has been revising, I'm unsure how far i'm gettgin along but the basic knowledge is there, and I'm trusting God to help me out. I hate panicking in exams. I really really want to show the world that Christians can be sucessful and that God honours hard work. I hope I working hard enough to beat my predicitions. I know I can do it.
I've also been looking after Rob a bit. He needs some tender loving care what with his bike injury playing up again. It's nice being a nurse, getting icepacks and drinks, though whining "I want a drink!" like a petulant child just makes me laugh and stand around doing nothing til I get aplease. We've been being silly recently, just making each other laugh and boy is it good to laugh.
I saw some people today walking out their lesson in a huge group, laughing and joking in the sunshine.
I find it hard because alot of my friends from school are into stuff i don't really like, like getting drunk etc... There isn't really anyone around Rob's age either who isn't down the pub every weekend. We get on really well with the couple I babysit for, but we can't really be friends with them as they pay me. I'd gladly look after their kids for free, and when they get i form going out, we often end up sitting chatting for an hour. Brent paraglides and is going to take Rob up on a tandem when the weathers good again. I'd love to have a go, but I'm not sure how much I'd love to..lol
And it's struck.
On the knitting side - I'm in a show in July as Aslan the Lion in The Magician's Nephew, and have a Cats style CATSUIT!! Which involves furry leg warmers and glovelets. Now the knitting wasn't difficult, 10mm needles, chunky yellow cotton yarn from a charity shop. It's the crochet hooking the little yarn pieces on to the yellow fabric that bores me. Oh well I'm sure it'll look effective on stage.
Most of my life recently has been revising, I'm unsure how far i'm gettgin along but the basic knowledge is there, and I'm trusting God to help me out. I hate panicking in exams. I really really want to show the world that Christians can be sucessful and that God honours hard work. I hope I working hard enough to beat my predicitions. I know I can do it.
I've also been looking after Rob a bit. He needs some tender loving care what with his bike injury playing up again. It's nice being a nurse, getting icepacks and drinks, though whining "I want a drink!" like a petulant child just makes me laugh and stand around doing nothing til I get aplease. We've been being silly recently, just making each other laugh and boy is it good to laugh.
I saw some people today walking out their lesson in a huge group, laughing and joking in the sunshine.
I find it hard because alot of my friends from school are into stuff i don't really like, like getting drunk etc... There isn't really anyone around Rob's age either who isn't down the pub every weekend. We get on really well with the couple I babysit for, but we can't really be friends with them as they pay me. I'd gladly look after their kids for free, and when they get i form going out, we often end up sitting chatting for an hour. Brent paraglides and is going to take Rob up on a tandem when the weathers good again. I'd love to have a go, but I'm not sure how much I'd love to..lol
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Revsion Time
..is here. I'm four weeks behind last year, and yet I'm still here. Methinks my priorities are not straight.
Though I have just looked over mt transport vocab for my French exam. Go Alex! Tonight I have an hour to work on history too. Berlin blockcade and airlift for definate. Depending on what we go through in lessons of course. School decided no one was going to have study leave this year so I have to fit all this in my frees and after school. Makes it slightly difficult as I can't carry everything to school everyday. Like a years worth of notes.
Rob is being a sweety tonight and dropping me at work, saving me a mad rush. I think he has to take a video back or something.
Knitting news:-
Though I have just looked over mt transport vocab for my French exam. Go Alex! Tonight I have an hour to work on history too. Berlin blockcade and airlift for definate. Depending on what we go through in lessons of course. School decided no one was going to have study leave this year so I have to fit all this in my frees and after school. Makes it slightly difficult as I can't carry everything to school everyday. Like a years worth of notes.
Rob is being a sweety tonight and dropping me at work, saving me a mad rush. I think he has to take a video back or something.
Knitting news:-
- Started a Clapotis in some cheap variagated acrylic. I am so NOT a yarn snob. It's lovely, orange, pinky red, purple and black blend.
- Have two lace scarves on the go, one in dk mohair, one in fingering weight wool.
- Am thinking of doing a coronet from knitty on a stone colour.
Revsion Time
..is here. I'm four weeks behind last year, and yet I'm still here. Methinks my priorities are not straight.
Though I have just looked over mt transport vocab for my French exam. Go Alex! Tonight I have an hour to work on history too. Berlin blockcade and airlift for definate. Depending on what we go through in lessons of course. School decided no one was going to have study leave this year so I have to fit all this in my frees and after school. Makes it slightly difficult as I can't carry everything to school everyday. Like a years worth of notes.
Rob is being a sweety tonight and dropping me at work, saving me a mad rush. I think he has to take a video back or something.
Knitting news:-
Though I have just looked over mt transport vocab for my French exam. Go Alex! Tonight I have an hour to work on history too. Berlin blockcade and airlift for definate. Depending on what we go through in lessons of course. School decided no one was going to have study leave this year so I have to fit all this in my frees and after school. Makes it slightly difficult as I can't carry everything to school everyday. Like a years worth of notes.
Rob is being a sweety tonight and dropping me at work, saving me a mad rush. I think he has to take a video back or something.
Knitting news:-
- Started a Clapotis in some cheap variagated acrylic. I am so NOT a yarn snob. It's lovely, orange, pinky red, purple and black blend.
- Have two lace scarves on the go, one in dk mohair, one in fingering weight wool.
- Am thinking of doing a coronet from knitty on a stone colour.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Art
Here is a selection of my art work from this years art course.
This is a felted wool, resewn screen print This is an oil painting composite picture
and wire sculpture of a violinst. on the theme of emotion.
This is a felted wool, resewn screen print This is an oil painting composite picture
and wire sculpture of a violinst. on the theme of emotion.
This is a view of our art room during the exam.
That's my guitar thing hanging in the foreground.
This is a lino cut printed on shiny blue card.
This is an oil painting of two friends of mine.
This is an oil painting I did in my 15 hour exam, of Rob playing guitar.
Another exam piece, a silk painting, my theme for the exam was
musical instruments.
Art
Here is a selection of my art work from this years art course.
This is a felted wool, resewn screen print This is an oil painting composite picture
and wire sculpture of a violinst. on the theme of emotion.
This is a felted wool, resewn screen print This is an oil painting composite picture
and wire sculpture of a violinst. on the theme of emotion.
This is a view of our art room during the exam.
That's my guitar thing hanging in the foreground.
This is a lino cut printed on shiny blue card.
This is an oil painting of two friends of mine.
This is an oil painting I did in my 15 hour exam, of Rob playing guitar.
Another exam piece, a silk painting, my theme for the exam was
musical instruments.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
blissfullyeccentric - Interview me!
Instructions:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. Post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your diary/blog/xanga/whatever
4. Include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
I'll interview anyone!
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. Post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your diary/blog/xanga/whatever
4. Include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
I'll interview anyone!
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2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. Post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your diary/blog/xanga/whatever
4. Include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
I'll interview anyone!
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. Post the answers to the questions (and the questions themselves) on your diary/blog/xanga/whatever
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The art exam comes to a close...
I've painted a big picture A1 size, of my Rob from various angles playing his guitar, in warms oranges and yellows and red, with blue and white for contrast. No black because I hate using black in a painting. I feel lit makes things look dead. It's recognisably him, even if it doens't look accurate. So I'm happy.
I'm going to do a sillk painting now...
I'm going to do a sillk painting now...
The art exam comes to a close...
I've painted a big picture A1 size, of my Rob from various angles playing his guitar, in warms oranges and yellows and red, with blue and white for contrast. No black because I hate using black in a painting. I feel lit makes things look dead. It's recognisably him, even if it doens't look accurate. So I'm happy.
I'm going to do a sillk painting now...
I'm going to do a sillk painting now...
Wednesday, May 04, 2005
It's so unfair.
Please note I am extremely angry at the world for it's injustice towards me. I know people are dying of hunger and there are loads of economic problems.
At the moment I'm distraught because the holiday we had planned with some people i know has fallen through. They split up, and so because we're christians and have to keep away from the appearance of evil and not be left alone at any stupid time means that ive wasted about £400.
Only now they're back together and seem to be going to Reading. How conveniant. I feel evil for even thinking this. They so obvious;ly didn't want to come with us and will have abetter time at Reading.
Leave me and Rob with the problem of £180 missing from my uni fund, because we had to buy the ferry tickets early. So what's my legal status? DO they have to pay me? is it polite to pay me back since they were adamant they wanted to come?
We asked some other friends, but the guys rents aren't happy with it, and the girl won't come on her own. Atm i'm willing to pay for another friend to come and keep her company.
If it wasn't for the fact Rob has to live with his rent, i'd go on our own in the blink of an eyelid.
I don't care if anyone reading htis thinks i'm a cold hearted selfish blanket blank. Heck I know I am. Just for once, just for effing once, I would like something I organise to go right. I'd like to be able have a nice time. I'd like to go away without my rents like normal people do.
Why do people assume we're going to sleep together? For goodness sake. We've been together for 2 years+. We've had ample opportunity. We've been left home alone and you didn't come back to find us at it like bunnies. We have self control. We're coping. We've fallen asleep int he back of a truck. Nothings happenned? What is your problem? It's like you want me to fail so you can gloat.
Okay rant over.
At the moment I'm distraught because the holiday we had planned with some people i know has fallen through. They split up, and so because we're christians and have to keep away from the appearance of evil and not be left alone at any stupid time means that ive wasted about £400.
Only now they're back together and seem to be going to Reading. How conveniant. I feel evil for even thinking this. They so obvious;ly didn't want to come with us and will have abetter time at Reading.
Leave me and Rob with the problem of £180 missing from my uni fund, because we had to buy the ferry tickets early. So what's my legal status? DO they have to pay me? is it polite to pay me back since they were adamant they wanted to come?
We asked some other friends, but the guys rents aren't happy with it, and the girl won't come on her own. Atm i'm willing to pay for another friend to come and keep her company.
If it wasn't for the fact Rob has to live with his rent, i'd go on our own in the blink of an eyelid.
I don't care if anyone reading htis thinks i'm a cold hearted selfish blanket blank. Heck I know I am. Just for once, just for effing once, I would like something I organise to go right. I'd like to be able have a nice time. I'd like to go away without my rents like normal people do.
Why do people assume we're going to sleep together? For goodness sake. We've been together for 2 years+. We've had ample opportunity. We've been left home alone and you didn't come back to find us at it like bunnies. We have self control. We're coping. We've fallen asleep int he back of a truck. Nothings happenned? What is your problem? It's like you want me to fail so you can gloat.
Okay rant over.
It's so unfair.
Please note I am extremely angry at the world for it's injustice towards me. I know people are dying of hunger and there are loads of economic problems.
At the moment I'm distraught because the holiday we had planned with some people i know has fallen through. They split up, and so because we're christians and have to keep away from the appearance of evil and not be left alone at any stupid time means that ive wasted about £400.
Only now they're back together and seem to be going to Reading. How conveniant. I feel evil for even thinking this. They so obvious;ly didn't want to come with us and will have abetter time at Reading.
Leave me and Rob with the problem of £180 missing from my uni fund, because we had to buy the ferry tickets early. So what's my legal status? DO they have to pay me? is it polite to pay me back since they were adamant they wanted to come?
We asked some other friends, but the guys rents aren't happy with it, and the girl won't come on her own. Atm i'm willing to pay for another friend to come and keep her company.
If it wasn't for the fact Rob has to live with his rent, i'd go on our own in the blink of an eyelid.
I don't care if anyone reading htis thinks i'm a cold hearted selfish blanket blank. Heck I know I am. Just for once, just for effing once, I would like something I organise to go right. I'd like to be able have a nice time. I'd like to go away without my rents like normal people do.
Why do people assume we're going to sleep together? For goodness sake. We've been together for 2 years+. We've had ample opportunity. We've been left home alone and you didn't come back to find us at it like bunnies. We have self control. We're coping. We've fallen asleep int he back of a truck. Nothings happenned? What is your problem? It's like you want me to fail so you can gloat.
Okay rant over.
At the moment I'm distraught because the holiday we had planned with some people i know has fallen through. They split up, and so because we're christians and have to keep away from the appearance of evil and not be left alone at any stupid time means that ive wasted about £400.
Only now they're back together and seem to be going to Reading. How conveniant. I feel evil for even thinking this. They so obvious;ly didn't want to come with us and will have abetter time at Reading.
Leave me and Rob with the problem of £180 missing from my uni fund, because we had to buy the ferry tickets early. So what's my legal status? DO they have to pay me? is it polite to pay me back since they were adamant they wanted to come?
We asked some other friends, but the guys rents aren't happy with it, and the girl won't come on her own. Atm i'm willing to pay for another friend to come and keep her company.
If it wasn't for the fact Rob has to live with his rent, i'd go on our own in the blink of an eyelid.
I don't care if anyone reading htis thinks i'm a cold hearted selfish blanket blank. Heck I know I am. Just for once, just for effing once, I would like something I organise to go right. I'd like to be able have a nice time. I'd like to go away without my rents like normal people do.
Why do people assume we're going to sleep together? For goodness sake. We've been together for 2 years+. We've had ample opportunity. We've been left home alone and you didn't come back to find us at it like bunnies. We have self control. We're coping. We've fallen asleep int he back of a truck. Nothings happenned? What is your problem? It's like you want me to fail so you can gloat.
Okay rant over.
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Oh the deadwood stage is rolling all over the hills..
That's not the actual words. That's not my point. I'm having a Calamity Jane of week and it's only Tuesday!
I get up late..entirely my own fault, but then rescue my self by working overfast and actually arriving early! See I'm so twisted I do things backwards. Then there was the fire drill right in the middle of my art lesson, meaning I had to leave my piece of 3d cubist inspired sewing, and when I came back I promptly sewed my side pieces on upside down!
The next straw came after my amzing frenching speaking exam practice session. More on that session actuallly, I flowed. I felt like I was having a proper conversation with my teacher. It was
so fun..I feel far more confident about my exam now....but back to the point... I lost my art folder with everything I'd done that day inside it, and the knitting I was doing! I went back around school, I looked in every class room. Despondant..I went home
Another straw for my back came as I rushed off to youthgroup. I'd planned this great game to emphasise being careful of rushing into things, and making deals you don't understand. I'd preapred a selection of horrible and nice finger foods, ie grapes, olives, mushrooms, mints. But as I raced round to the centre, the olives leaked on my marshmallows and then went all soggy and had to be disposed of. I washed off the rest of the food when I arrived. The game was a success though..I was impressed that both of the girls ate everything with onnly one chickening out after the olives. Except I wouldn't let her chicken out as I'd made a contract with them.
The final straw was right at the end of the evening, we played a drama game called 'Freeze'. Two people act out a scene, when the audience gets bored, they yell freeze, and one of the actors is replaced. The new actor has to take the exact shape of the depating one, but must change the scene completely. Fussy eater girl wrecked the game completely, talk about having no imagination. She's not shy, she's not stupid, but she just stood there going "I don't like drama I don't know what to do" with a huge grin on her face.
It's not like she was in front of a crowd of hundreds, she was in a room with 5 other people. Afew weeks ago when the youth were asked whatthey'sdlike to be doing more of, she voted for drama, saying "I love Drama" Grrrr.............
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I get up late..entirely my own fault, but then rescue my self by working overfast and actually arriving early! See I'm so twisted I do things backwards. Then there was the fire drill right in the middle of my art lesson, meaning I had to leave my piece of 3d cubist inspired sewing, and when I came back I promptly sewed my side pieces on upside down!
The next straw came after my amzing frenching speaking exam practice session. More on that session actuallly, I flowed. I felt like I was having a proper conversation with my teacher. It was
so fun..I feel far more confident about my exam now....but back to the point... I lost my art folder with everything I'd done that day inside it, and the knitting I was doing! I went back around school, I looked in every class room. Despondant..I went home
Another straw for my back came as I rushed off to youthgroup. I'd planned this great game to emphasise being careful of rushing into things, and making deals you don't understand. I'd preapred a selection of horrible and nice finger foods, ie grapes, olives, mushrooms, mints. But as I raced round to the centre, the olives leaked on my marshmallows and then went all soggy and had to be disposed of. I washed off the rest of the food when I arrived. The game was a success though..I was impressed that both of the girls ate everything with onnly one chickening out after the olives. Except I wouldn't let her chicken out as I'd made a contract with them.
The final straw was right at the end of the evening, we played a drama game called 'Freeze'. Two people act out a scene, when the audience gets bored, they yell freeze, and one of the actors is replaced. The new actor has to take the exact shape of the depating one, but must change the scene completely. Fussy eater girl wrecked the game completely, talk about having no imagination. She's not shy, she's not stupid, but she just stood there going "I don't like drama I don't know what to do" with a huge grin on her face.
It's not like she was in front of a crowd of hundreds, she was in a room with 5 other people. Afew weeks ago when the youth were asked whatthey'sdlike to be doing more of, she voted for drama, saying "I love Drama" Grrrr.............
any hoo click here to earn money by searching the web...get payed directly into your paypal account. Thanks to Scott for the link to this in his CGR sig!
Oh the deadwood stage is rolling all over the hills..
That's not the actual words. That's not my point. I'm having a Calamity Jane of week and it's only Tuesday!
I get up late..entirely my own fault, but then rescue my self by working overfast and actually arriving early! See I'm so twisted I do things backwards. Then there was the fire drill right in the middle of my art lesson, meaning I had to leave my piece of 3d cubist inspired sewing, and when I came back I promptly sewed my side pieces on upside down!
The next straw came after my amzing frenching speaking exam practice session. More on that session actuallly, I flowed. I felt like I was having a proper conversation with my teacher. It was
so fun..I feel far more confident about my exam now....but back to the point... I lost my art folder with everything I'd done that day inside it, and the knitting I was doing! I went back around school, I looked in every class room. Despondant..I went home
Another straw for my back came as I rushed off to youthgroup. I'd planned this great game to emphasise being careful of rushing into things, and making deals you don't understand. I'd preapred a selection of horrible and nice finger foods, ie grapes, olives, mushrooms, mints. But as I raced round to the centre, the olives leaked on my marshmallows and then went all soggy and had to be disposed of. I washed off the rest of the food when I arrived. The game was a success though..I was impressed that both of the girls ate everything with onnly one chickening out after the olives. Except I wouldn't let her chicken out as I'd made a contract with them.
The final straw was right at the end of the evening, we played a drama game called 'Freeze'. Two people act out a scene, when the audience gets bored, they yell freeze, and one of the actors is replaced. The new actor has to take the exact shape of the depating one, but must change the scene completely. Fussy eater girl wrecked the game completely, talk about having no imagination. She's not shy, she's not stupid, but she just stood there going "I don't like drama I don't know what to do" with a huge grin on her face.
It's not like she was in front of a crowd of hundreds, she was in a room with 5 other people. Afew weeks ago when the youth were asked whatthey'sdlike to be doing more of, she voted for drama, saying "I love Drama" Grrrr.............
any hoo click here to earn money by searching the web...get payed directly into your paypal account. Thanks to Scott for the link to this in his CGR sig!
I get up late..entirely my own fault, but then rescue my self by working overfast and actually arriving early! See I'm so twisted I do things backwards. Then there was the fire drill right in the middle of my art lesson, meaning I had to leave my piece of 3d cubist inspired sewing, and when I came back I promptly sewed my side pieces on upside down!
The next straw came after my amzing frenching speaking exam practice session. More on that session actuallly, I flowed. I felt like I was having a proper conversation with my teacher. It was
so fun..I feel far more confident about my exam now....but back to the point... I lost my art folder with everything I'd done that day inside it, and the knitting I was doing! I went back around school, I looked in every class room. Despondant..I went home
Another straw for my back came as I rushed off to youthgroup. I'd planned this great game to emphasise being careful of rushing into things, and making deals you don't understand. I'd preapred a selection of horrible and nice finger foods, ie grapes, olives, mushrooms, mints. But as I raced round to the centre, the olives leaked on my marshmallows and then went all soggy and had to be disposed of. I washed off the rest of the food when I arrived. The game was a success though..I was impressed that both of the girls ate everything with onnly one chickening out after the olives. Except I wouldn't let her chicken out as I'd made a contract with them.
The final straw was right at the end of the evening, we played a drama game called 'Freeze'. Two people act out a scene, when the audience gets bored, they yell freeze, and one of the actors is replaced. The new actor has to take the exact shape of the depating one, but must change the scene completely. Fussy eater girl wrecked the game completely, talk about having no imagination. She's not shy, she's not stupid, but she just stood there going "I don't like drama I don't know what to do" with a huge grin on her face.
It's not like she was in front of a crowd of hundreds, she was in a room with 5 other people. Afew weeks ago when the youth were asked whatthey'sdlike to be doing more of, she voted for drama, saying "I love Drama" Grrrr.............
any hoo click here to earn money by searching the web...get payed directly into your paypal account. Thanks to Scott for the link to this in his CGR sig!
Monday, April 25, 2005
Isn't this a lovely idea
We had a shortage of single men and women invited to our wedding, most of our friends and family were already married. So we needed to come up with something different to replace the traditional bouquet and garter throwing. We invited everyone to the dance floor and the dj played several lovely, slow songs. First the dj told all couples married two hours or less to sit down (everyone got a kick out of that). Then a few moments later, any married a year or less, than five years, ten years and so on, until there was only one couple left. They were neighbors and friends of my family and had been married for fifty years. We asked them to stay on the dance floor while I took a seat and my husband made a big show of removing my garter. We then faced the winning couple, congratulated them on their fifty years and asked them for their best marriage advice as we presented them with the bouquet and garter. They were very touched and it gave us a great feeling too
from http://www.ourmarriage.com/html/unique2.html
from http://www.ourmarriage.com/html/unique2.html
Isn't this a lovely idea
We had a shortage of single men and women invited to our wedding, most of our friends and family were already married. So we needed to come up with something different to replace the traditional bouquet and garter throwing. We invited everyone to the dance floor and the dj played several lovely, slow songs. First the dj told all couples married two hours or less to sit down (everyone got a kick out of that). Then a few moments later, any married a year or less, than five years, ten years and so on, until there was only one couple left. They were neighbors and friends of my family and had been married for fifty years. We asked them to stay on the dance floor while I took a seat and my husband made a big show of removing my garter. We then faced the winning couple, congratulated them on their fifty years and asked them for their best marriage advice as we presented them with the bouquet and garter. They were very touched and it gave us a great feeling too
from http://www.ourmarriage.com/html/unique2.html
from http://www.ourmarriage.com/html/unique2.html
Monday, April 18, 2005
Friday, April 15, 2005
Who Should You Vote For?
Who Should You Vote For?
Oh I'm looking forward to this general election! It's the first time I'll be able to vote and I intendto make full use of my democratic right.
I urge anyone who can to do so too. If the whole country got off their bottoms and voted, then we might see a change for good in this country.
I'm leaning towards LibDem atm, as voting for them would be true to my current views, as a would be student. Now whether they'd be better for the whole country I don't know.
Higher taxation for people who earn more than £100k seems fair to me. If they earn that much, they can afford to contribute more to the running of the country.
What I'd really like to see is money being used effectively. The school system is pants, and as someone who's nearly finished with it, I have lots of horror stories. The NHS, once our national pride and joy is crippled. If Mr Blair can suddenly find £200million to sort out school dinners, the latest celeb campaign, then why can't is suddenly find £200millon to renovate a few hospital wards or buy my school science books it sorely needs?
Why has Mr Blair lied to us so often? Top Up Fees for example? If Labour get back into power I'm going to be saddled with more debt for studying to be a secondary school teacher, another much needed service. LibDem all the way with that one! Maybe teachers should get their tuition fees paid like someone who wants to become a doctor/nurse/midwife.
ANYHOO
You should vote: Liberal Democrat
Oh I'm looking forward to this general election! It's the first time I'll be able to vote and I intendto make full use of my democratic right.
I urge anyone who can to do so too. If the whole country got off their bottoms and voted, then we might see a change for good in this country.
I'm leaning towards LibDem atm, as voting for them would be true to my current views, as a would be student. Now whether they'd be better for the whole country I don't know.
Higher taxation for people who earn more than £100k seems fair to me. If they earn that much, they can afford to contribute more to the running of the country.
What I'd really like to see is money being used effectively. The school system is pants, and as someone who's nearly finished with it, I have lots of horror stories. The NHS, once our national pride and joy is crippled. If Mr Blair can suddenly find £200million to sort out school dinners, the latest celeb campaign, then why can't is suddenly find £200millon to renovate a few hospital wards or buy my school science books it sorely needs?
Why has Mr Blair lied to us so often? Top Up Fees for example? If Labour get back into power I'm going to be saddled with more debt for studying to be a secondary school teacher, another much needed service. LibDem all the way with that one! Maybe teachers should get their tuition fees paid like someone who wants to become a doctor/nurse/midwife.
ANYHOO
Who should I vote for?
Labour -15  | |
| Conservative -17 | |
 Liberal Democrat 36 | |
| UK Independence Party 10 | |
| Green 20 |
You should vote: Liberal Democrat
The LibDems take a strong stand against tax cuts and a strong one in favour of public services: they would make long-term residential care for the elderly free across the UK, and scrap university tuition fees. They are in favour of a ban on smoking in public places, but would relax laws on cannabis. They propose to change vehicle taxation to be based on usage rather than ownership.
Take the test at Who Should You Vote For
*Edit* I'm fuming now....no one told me, and I didn't see it in the papers, or online, or anywhere. To be able to vote in the May 05 elections you had to register by 11th March 2005.
It says on http://www.aboutmyvote.co.uk that a during the 'annual canvas' a form would have been put through the door so everyone in my household could register. Well we didn't get one. I'm going to hassle some people now... I'm ANGRY!!!!!!
Who Should You Vote For?
Who Should You Vote For?
Oh I'm looking forward to this general election! It's the first time I'll be able to vote and I intendto make full use of my democratic right.
I urge anyone who can to do so too. If the whole country got off their bottoms and voted, then we might see a change for good in this country.
I'm leaning towards LibDem atm, as voting for them would be true to my current views, as a would be student. Now whether they'd be better for the whole country I don't know.
Higher taxation for people who earn more than £100k seems fair to me. If they earn that much, they can afford to contribute more to the running of the country.
What I'd really like to see is money being used effectively. The school system is pants, and as someone who's nearly finished with it, I have lots of horror stories. The NHS, once our national pride and joy is crippled. If Mr Blair can suddenly find £200million to sort out school dinners, the latest celeb campaign, then why can't is suddenly find £200millon to renovate a few hospital wards or buy my school science books it sorely needs?
Why has Mr Blair lied to us so often? Top Up Fees for example? If Labour get back into power I'm going to be saddled with more debt for studying to be a secondary school teacher, another much needed service. LibDem all the way with that one! Maybe teachers should get their tuition fees paid like someone who wants to become a doctor/nurse/midwife.
ANYHOO
You should vote: Liberal Democrat
Oh I'm looking forward to this general election! It's the first time I'll be able to vote and I intendto make full use of my democratic right.
I urge anyone who can to do so too. If the whole country got off their bottoms and voted, then we might see a change for good in this country.
I'm leaning towards LibDem atm, as voting for them would be true to my current views, as a would be student. Now whether they'd be better for the whole country I don't know.
Higher taxation for people who earn more than £100k seems fair to me. If they earn that much, they can afford to contribute more to the running of the country.
What I'd really like to see is money being used effectively. The school system is pants, and as someone who's nearly finished with it, I have lots of horror stories. The NHS, once our national pride and joy is crippled. If Mr Blair can suddenly find £200million to sort out school dinners, the latest celeb campaign, then why can't is suddenly find £200millon to renovate a few hospital wards or buy my school science books it sorely needs?
Why has Mr Blair lied to us so often? Top Up Fees for example? If Labour get back into power I'm going to be saddled with more debt for studying to be a secondary school teacher, another much needed service. LibDem all the way with that one! Maybe teachers should get their tuition fees paid like someone who wants to become a doctor/nurse/midwife.
ANYHOO
Who should I vote for?
| Labour -15 | |
| Conservative -17 | |
| Liberal Democrat 36 | |
| UK Independence Party 10 | |
| Green 20 |
You should vote: Liberal Democrat
The LibDems take a strong stand against tax cuts and a strong one in favour of public services: they would make long-term residential care for the elderly free across the UK, and scrap university tuition fees. They are in favour of a ban on smoking in public places, but would relax laws on cannabis. They propose to change vehicle taxation to be based on usage rather than ownership.
Take the test at Who Should You Vote For
*Edit* I'm fuming now....no one told me, and I didn't see it in the papers, or online, or anywhere. To be able to vote in the May 05 elections you had to register by 11th March 2005.
It says on http://www.aboutmyvote.co.uk that a during the 'annual canvas' a form would have been put through the door so everyone in my household could register. Well we didn't get one. I'm going to hassle some people now... I'm ANGRY!!!!!!
Thursday, April 07, 2005
I'm knitting for me again
Damn it's gratifying!
Glampyre if you read this forgive me for bastardising your boobholder/minisweater pattern.
Yes I am making my first ever adult sweater. Yes I'm doing it without a pattern. Yes in cheap acrylic yarn because it will wash well. In red to match my luciously red gold hair which Rob dyed for me.
imagine if you will a victorian-esque with puffed sleeves going into tight fitted ones in 2x2 rib, the minisweater top and a 2x2 rib body. It's goin gto hug me and love me.
I hope it works
Glampyre if you read this forgive me for bastardising your boobholder/minisweater pattern.
Yes I am making my first ever adult sweater. Yes I'm doing it without a pattern. Yes in cheap acrylic yarn because it will wash well. In red to match my luciously red gold hair which Rob dyed for me.
imagine if you will a victorian-esque with puffed sleeves going into tight fitted ones in 2x2 rib, the minisweater top and a 2x2 rib body. It's goin gto hug me and love me.
I hope it works
I'm knitting for me again
Damn it's gratifying!
Glampyre if you read this forgive me for bastardising your boobholder/minisweater pattern.
Yes I am making my first ever adult sweater. Yes I'm doing it without a pattern. Yes in cheap acrylic yarn because it will wash well. In red to match my luciously red gold hair which Rob dyed for me.
imagine if you will a victorian-esque with puffed sleeves going into tight fitted ones in 2x2 rib, the minisweater top and a 2x2 rib body. It's goin gto hug me and love me.
I hope it works
Glampyre if you read this forgive me for bastardising your boobholder/minisweater pattern.
Yes I am making my first ever adult sweater. Yes I'm doing it without a pattern. Yes in cheap acrylic yarn because it will wash well. In red to match my luciously red gold hair which Rob dyed for me.
imagine if you will a victorian-esque with puffed sleeves going into tight fitted ones in 2x2 rib, the minisweater top and a 2x2 rib body. It's goin gto hug me and love me.
I hope it works
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Something of an updato
Easter hols have gone from a week of play and pain ot a week of hard graft in time for school. It's been basically a holiday to do work in...so i'm off to do more art.
I enjoyed last week, but it had some of the most painful moments of my life so far in it. I really hope I can learn from it and keep going.
I enjoyed last week, but it had some of the most painful moments of my life so far in it. I really hope I can learn from it and keep going.
Something of an updato
Easter hols have gone from a week of play and pain ot a week of hard graft in time for school. It's been basically a holiday to do work in...so i'm off to do more art.
I enjoyed last week, but it had some of the most painful moments of my life so far in it. I really hope I can learn from it and keep going.
I enjoyed last week, but it had some of the most painful moments of my life so far in it. I really hope I can learn from it and keep going.
Monday, March 28, 2005
A very Happy Easter to you all....
I hope the English blog-sphere is enjoying the 4 day weekend the powers that be give us over the Easter Weekend.
I'm on Easter Holiday, or what will be renamed next year Spring Holiday, much in the way the Americans have Spring Break. This is due to school authoritis moving to a six term school year. Shorter summer holidays, longer half terms, and a fixed 'Easter/Spring' Holiday, to avoid incredibly short terms at spring time. I can't make up my mind as to whether it's a good idea or not. 4 weeks does not seem a long enough break for children to shake school out of their system before being chucked back into the sea of learning. But for working parentals, it might be a boon, as they would no longer have to find childcare for six weeks. That too is a double bladed sword, as they'd have to find extra time in Feb and Oct instead.
It won't really bother me after, as I'll be at uni, and really you're never there at uni anyway are you?
We had our Easter Service yesterday at church. Lots of songs talking about empty tombs and cleansing, saving blood. Rob's mum, or the MILTB preached on people forgetting exactly what happenned at Easter, using the Road to Emmaus section of Luke 24, how we become like Cleopas and focus on our own sadness and shortcomings and do not live as if Jesus has risen. Though I found part of the message challenging, the' You get excited part, you can run around church no one will stop you bit' Yes no one will stop us, and we could, but I felt like I was being subtly told to do that. What if I have a another way of rejoicing?
After the service I did the dutiful fiancée bit and tidied up the cables and mike stand and the sound desk, as Rob was rushing off to football and I didn't want him to be late. I also did sound as the sound man for yesterday had just become a grandfather to twins and so understandbly wasn't at church. I find doing sound really hard sometimes as I find it difficult to distinguish between sounds. I'd be hopeless trying to tune a guitar. But it's useful that I help out, so that's why I'm learning. Besides Rob's always around to gesture wildly if Iget terrrible feedback or something.
I went home to Roast chicken and veg, and chocolate puddle pudding, that my sister makes like a star and is to die for hot or cold. Then I had to hunt round the garden for my easter eggs, as we've always done. As everyone knew I've been watching my weight I recieved nice small ones that won't do too much damage. The little programme I made up for my self has work a treat. I've lost a stone and then a little. What I've been doing, is eating really carefully for 3 weeks a month, and then when it's the wrong time of the month, when choclate is not only a delicious foodstuff, but a mood altering necessary drug, I am allowed to eat what I like when. It's a good incentive to put that biscuit back in the cupboard when you know you'll be able to eat what ever you like in three weeks time or whatever.
At Rob's in the afternoon I ended up with another Roast dinner thoug I ate considerably less, and we had jam roly poly with maple chocolate sauce at 9pm when we were watching Troy. Iwas treating my slef to quick knit yesterday of fine gauge pink wool I bought on the cone at a charity shop on 2.75mm making up a lace pattern as I go. I think it's going to be a neckerchief with rose leaf lace from www.knitting-and.com
Troy is one of those good films for talking and watching at the same time. Rob and I had a nice chat, about film related and other wise topics with out everloosing the plot. Whther or not that makes Troy a bad film or not I don't know. I like the fight scenes!
I'm on Easter Holiday, or what will be renamed next year Spring Holiday, much in the way the Americans have Spring Break. This is due to school authoritis moving to a six term school year. Shorter summer holidays, longer half terms, and a fixed 'Easter/Spring' Holiday, to avoid incredibly short terms at spring time. I can't make up my mind as to whether it's a good idea or not. 4 weeks does not seem a long enough break for children to shake school out of their system before being chucked back into the sea of learning. But for working parentals, it might be a boon, as they would no longer have to find childcare for six weeks. That too is a double bladed sword, as they'd have to find extra time in Feb and Oct instead.
It won't really bother me after, as I'll be at uni, and really you're never there at uni anyway are you?
We had our Easter Service yesterday at church. Lots of songs talking about empty tombs and cleansing, saving blood. Rob's mum, or the MILTB preached on people forgetting exactly what happenned at Easter, using the Road to Emmaus section of Luke 24, how we become like Cleopas and focus on our own sadness and shortcomings and do not live as if Jesus has risen. Though I found part of the message challenging, the' You get excited part, you can run around church no one will stop you bit' Yes no one will stop us, and we could, but I felt like I was being subtly told to do that. What if I have a another way of rejoicing?
After the service I did the dutiful fiancée bit and tidied up the cables and mike stand and the sound desk, as Rob was rushing off to football and I didn't want him to be late. I also did sound as the sound man for yesterday had just become a grandfather to twins and so understandbly wasn't at church. I find doing sound really hard sometimes as I find it difficult to distinguish between sounds. I'd be hopeless trying to tune a guitar. But it's useful that I help out, so that's why I'm learning. Besides Rob's always around to gesture wildly if Iget terrrible feedback or something.
I went home to Roast chicken and veg, and chocolate puddle pudding, that my sister makes like a star and is to die for hot or cold. Then I had to hunt round the garden for my easter eggs, as we've always done. As everyone knew I've been watching my weight I recieved nice small ones that won't do too much damage. The little programme I made up for my self has work a treat. I've lost a stone and then a little. What I've been doing, is eating really carefully for 3 weeks a month, and then when it's the wrong time of the month, when choclate is not only a delicious foodstuff, but a mood altering necessary drug, I am allowed to eat what I like when. It's a good incentive to put that biscuit back in the cupboard when you know you'll be able to eat what ever you like in three weeks time or whatever.
At Rob's in the afternoon I ended up with another Roast dinner thoug I ate considerably less, and we had jam roly poly with maple chocolate sauce at 9pm when we were watching Troy. Iwas treating my slef to quick knit yesterday of fine gauge pink wool I bought on the cone at a charity shop on 2.75mm making up a lace pattern as I go. I think it's going to be a neckerchief with rose leaf lace from www.knitting-and.com
Troy is one of those good films for talking and watching at the same time. Rob and I had a nice chat, about film related and other wise topics with out everloosing the plot. Whther or not that makes Troy a bad film or not I don't know. I like the fight scenes!
A very Happy Easter to you all....
I hope the English blog-sphere is enjoying the 4 day weekend the powers that be give us over the Easter Weekend.
I'm on Easter Holiday, or what will be renamed next year Spring Holiday, much in the way the Americans have Spring Break. This is due to school authoritis moving to a six term school year. Shorter summer holidays, longer half terms, and a fixed 'Easter/Spring' Holiday, to avoid incredibly short terms at spring time. I can't make up my mind as to whether it's a good idea or not. 4 weeks does not seem a long enough break for children to shake school out of their system before being chucked back into the sea of learning. But for working parentals, it might be a boon, as they would no longer have to find childcare for six weeks. That too is a double bladed sword, as they'd have to find extra time in Feb and Oct instead.
It won't really bother me after, as I'll be at uni, and really you're never there at uni anyway are you?
We had our Easter Service yesterday at church. Lots of songs talking about empty tombs and cleansing, saving blood. Rob's mum, or the MILTB preached on people forgetting exactly what happenned at Easter, using the Road to Emmaus section of Luke 24, how we become like Cleopas and focus on our own sadness and shortcomings and do not live as if Jesus has risen. Though I found part of the message challenging, the' You get excited part, you can run around church no one will stop you bit' Yes no one will stop us, and we could, but I felt like I was being subtly told to do that. What if I have a another way of rejoicing?
After the service I did the dutiful fiancée bit and tidied up the cables and mike stand and the sound desk, as Rob was rushing off to football and I didn't want him to be late. I also did sound as the sound man for yesterday had just become a grandfather to twins and so understandbly wasn't at church. I find doing sound really hard sometimes as I find it difficult to distinguish between sounds. I'd be hopeless trying to tune a guitar. But it's useful that I help out, so that's why I'm learning. Besides Rob's always around to gesture wildly if Iget terrrible feedback or something.
I went home to Roast chicken and veg, and chocolate puddle pudding, that my sister makes like a star and is to die for hot or cold. Then I had to hunt round the garden for my easter eggs, as we've always done. As everyone knew I've been watching my weight I recieved nice small ones that won't do too much damage. The little programme I made up for my self has work a treat. I've lost a stone and then a little. What I've been doing, is eating really carefully for 3 weeks a month, and then when it's the wrong time of the month, when choclate is not only a delicious foodstuff, but a mood altering necessary drug, I am allowed to eat what I like when. It's a good incentive to put that biscuit back in the cupboard when you know you'll be able to eat what ever you like in three weeks time or whatever.
At Rob's in the afternoon I ended up with another Roast dinner thoug I ate considerably less, and we had jam roly poly with maple chocolate sauce at 9pm when we were watching Troy. Iwas treating my slef to quick knit yesterday of fine gauge pink wool I bought on the cone at a charity shop on 2.75mm making up a lace pattern as I go. I think it's going to be a neckerchief with rose leaf lace from www.knitting-and.com
Troy is one of those good films for talking and watching at the same time. Rob and I had a nice chat, about film related and other wise topics with out everloosing the plot. Whther or not that makes Troy a bad film or not I don't know. I like the fight scenes!
I'm on Easter Holiday, or what will be renamed next year Spring Holiday, much in the way the Americans have Spring Break. This is due to school authoritis moving to a six term school year. Shorter summer holidays, longer half terms, and a fixed 'Easter/Spring' Holiday, to avoid incredibly short terms at spring time. I can't make up my mind as to whether it's a good idea or not. 4 weeks does not seem a long enough break for children to shake school out of their system before being chucked back into the sea of learning. But for working parentals, it might be a boon, as they would no longer have to find childcare for six weeks. That too is a double bladed sword, as they'd have to find extra time in Feb and Oct instead.
It won't really bother me after, as I'll be at uni, and really you're never there at uni anyway are you?
We had our Easter Service yesterday at church. Lots of songs talking about empty tombs and cleansing, saving blood. Rob's mum, or the MILTB preached on people forgetting exactly what happenned at Easter, using the Road to Emmaus section of Luke 24, how we become like Cleopas and focus on our own sadness and shortcomings and do not live as if Jesus has risen. Though I found part of the message challenging, the' You get excited part, you can run around church no one will stop you bit' Yes no one will stop us, and we could, but I felt like I was being subtly told to do that. What if I have a another way of rejoicing?
After the service I did the dutiful fiancée bit and tidied up the cables and mike stand and the sound desk, as Rob was rushing off to football and I didn't want him to be late. I also did sound as the sound man for yesterday had just become a grandfather to twins and so understandbly wasn't at church. I find doing sound really hard sometimes as I find it difficult to distinguish between sounds. I'd be hopeless trying to tune a guitar. But it's useful that I help out, so that's why I'm learning. Besides Rob's always around to gesture wildly if Iget terrrible feedback or something.
I went home to Roast chicken and veg, and chocolate puddle pudding, that my sister makes like a star and is to die for hot or cold. Then I had to hunt round the garden for my easter eggs, as we've always done. As everyone knew I've been watching my weight I recieved nice small ones that won't do too much damage. The little programme I made up for my self has work a treat. I've lost a stone and then a little. What I've been doing, is eating really carefully for 3 weeks a month, and then when it's the wrong time of the month, when choclate is not only a delicious foodstuff, but a mood altering necessary drug, I am allowed to eat what I like when. It's a good incentive to put that biscuit back in the cupboard when you know you'll be able to eat what ever you like in three weeks time or whatever.
At Rob's in the afternoon I ended up with another Roast dinner thoug I ate considerably less, and we had jam roly poly with maple chocolate sauce at 9pm when we were watching Troy. Iwas treating my slef to quick knit yesterday of fine gauge pink wool I bought on the cone at a charity shop on 2.75mm making up a lace pattern as I go. I think it's going to be a neckerchief with rose leaf lace from www.knitting-and.com
Troy is one of those good films for talking and watching at the same time. Rob and I had a nice chat, about film related and other wise topics with out everloosing the plot. Whther or not that makes Troy a bad film or not I don't know. I like the fight scenes!
Sunday, March 20, 2005
A knitting update...
Here is one of the things I've been working on recently.
A pair of pink stripy leg warmers, with graduated shaping to fit muscley dancers legs, and a tiny bit of pattern. Knit on 3mm double points with DK cheap pink acrylic yarn from the local super market.
A pair of pink stripy leg warmers, with graduated shaping to fit muscley dancers legs, and a tiny bit of pattern. Knit on 3mm double points with DK cheap pink acrylic yarn from the local super market.
And a random picture of me.
That's what happens when you give me a camera!
A knitting update...
Here is one of the things I've been working on recently.
A pair of pink stripy leg warmers, with graduated shaping to fit muscley dancers legs, and a tiny bit of pattern. Knit on 3mm double points with DK cheap pink acrylic yarn from the local super market.
A pair of pink stripy leg warmers, with graduated shaping to fit muscley dancers legs, and a tiny bit of pattern. Knit on 3mm double points with DK cheap pink acrylic yarn from the local super market.
And a random picture of me.
That's what happens when you give me a camera!
Friday, March 18, 2005
So and now the end is near...
I've faced the final curtain.
Apart from misquoting Sinatra...
Bugsy is finished. I've never been less proud of a performance. Matravers managed to pull it out of the bag on the night, but that's not a professional way to work, is it? We started rehearsing too late, in fact we've put on a full scale musical in about a month. Students and teahcers were pulled of timetable to rehearse. But it's over now and the sudiences though it was wonderufl. Which at the end of the day is what counts.
I've been ill, with achey limbs and headaches and sleep deprivation. In fact yesterday I slept from 11pm to 8am, and then from 9am to 3 pm. I feel like I could do with another few hours.
I managed to write up the aforeposted french coursework in record time, and so am incredibly proud. I think it's a nice bit of social commentry for a less than perfect french speaker. This leaves me with history coursework and a dance essay to do for next week. I should be fine.
As for knitting? Well I've started a boob holder from Glampyre in red acrylic that I'm going to modify by adding long sleeves and a body section in either 2x2 or 1x1 rib. I might put a cable in somewhere, or try a spiral rib.
Apart from misquoting Sinatra...
Bugsy is finished. I've never been less proud of a performance. Matravers managed to pull it out of the bag on the night, but that's not a professional way to work, is it? We started rehearsing too late, in fact we've put on a full scale musical in about a month. Students and teahcers were pulled of timetable to rehearse. But it's over now and the sudiences though it was wonderufl. Which at the end of the day is what counts.
I've been ill, with achey limbs and headaches and sleep deprivation. In fact yesterday I slept from 11pm to 8am, and then from 9am to 3 pm. I feel like I could do with another few hours.
I managed to write up the aforeposted french coursework in record time, and so am incredibly proud. I think it's a nice bit of social commentry for a less than perfect french speaker. This leaves me with history coursework and a dance essay to do for next week. I should be fine.
As for knitting? Well I've started a boob holder from Glampyre in red acrylic that I'm going to modify by adding long sleeves and a body section in either 2x2 or 1x1 rib. I might put a cable in somewhere, or try a spiral rib.
So and now the end is near...
I've faced the final curtain.
Apart from misquoting Sinatra...
Bugsy is finished. I've never been less proud of a performance. Matravers managed to pull it out of the bag on the night, but that's not a professional way to work, is it? We started rehearsing too late, in fact we've put on a full scale musical in about a month. Students and teahcers were pulled of timetable to rehearse. But it's over now and the sudiences though it was wonderufl. Which at the end of the day is what counts.
I've been ill, with achey limbs and headaches and sleep deprivation. In fact yesterday I slept from 11pm to 8am, and then from 9am to 3 pm. I feel like I could do with another few hours.
I managed to write up the aforeposted french coursework in record time, and so am incredibly proud. I think it's a nice bit of social commentry for a less than perfect french speaker. This leaves me with history coursework and a dance essay to do for next week. I should be fine.
As for knitting? Well I've started a boob holder from Glampyre in red acrylic that I'm going to modify by adding long sleeves and a body section in either 2x2 or 1x1 rib. I might put a cable in somewhere, or try a spiral rib.
Apart from misquoting Sinatra...
Bugsy is finished. I've never been less proud of a performance. Matravers managed to pull it out of the bag on the night, but that's not a professional way to work, is it? We started rehearsing too late, in fact we've put on a full scale musical in about a month. Students and teahcers were pulled of timetable to rehearse. But it's over now and the sudiences though it was wonderufl. Which at the end of the day is what counts.
I've been ill, with achey limbs and headaches and sleep deprivation. In fact yesterday I slept from 11pm to 8am, and then from 9am to 3 pm. I feel like I could do with another few hours.
I managed to write up the aforeposted french coursework in record time, and so am incredibly proud. I think it's a nice bit of social commentry for a less than perfect french speaker. This leaves me with history coursework and a dance essay to do for next week. I should be fine.
As for knitting? Well I've started a boob holder from Glampyre in red acrylic that I'm going to modify by adding long sleeves and a body section in either 2x2 or 1x1 rib. I might put a cable in somewhere, or try a spiral rib.
Wanna read my latest french essay?
Sure you do... Fill the blanks
Alex Jones 13.1
En 1994, le gouvernement français a passé une loi, la loi Toubon, qui dit que mots étrangers seront interdits dans n'importe quel texte public, comme les communications gouvernementales ou dans la publicité si un équivalent approprié existe dans la langue française. Quelqu’un qui utilise un tel mot pourrait recevoir une amende de 1300 euros. Je voudrais regarder l’attitude des gens française envers la langue française. Pourquoi est – il importante pour la langue à être protéger ?
Aujourd’hui, ceux qui utilisent la langue anglaise en France sont plupart les jeunes, l’industrie d’hospitalité et l’entreprise en généraux. L’anglais est la langue d’entreprise mondiale maintenant, parce que les termes d'affaires sont souvent en anglais. Les termes d’informatique sont aussi souvent en anglais. Les jeunes françaises pensent c’est cool à parler l’anglais avec leurs amis. Je pense que c’est à cause de l’influence des Etats-Unis. La culture américaine est très désirable en France. Nous pouvons voir ça dans la publicité française et la musique française. En 1998, le magasin C&A a utilisé une campagne de publicité qui a dit que once upon a winters afternoon pour vendre vêtements d'enfants pendant l'hiver. Il y avait un effet sur la structure de langue française par la langue anglaise, en particulier quand il y a nouvelle idée ou chose, et un mot pour cette chose n’existe pas dans la langue française. Nouveaux mots ont crée utiliser le mot anglaise qui déjà exister. Actuellement mots comme le parking, l’Internet, le weekend, destroyer, le cheeseburger sont devenus un part intégrale de la langue. J’ai parlé avec une femme française qui dit que Je pense que la plupart des mots anglais utilisés dans la langue française, sont bien intégré, mais d’autres nouveaux mots sont juste utilisés pour être cool comme le mot comme le mot chat sur l’Internet.
Quel est le cas pour protéger la langue française ? Apparemment, le gouvernement français croit que c’est fort. Depuis 1975 il y a eu des lois passées qui interdire les mots étrangers, la loi Toubon est la plus récente. La Académie Française, établi il y a trois siècles, fait pression pour se conserver la pureté de la langue. Pourtant, l’Etat dit que les lois de langue ne sont pas pour conserver la pureté, mais pour faire sûr qu’il ne disparaît pas le monde d’entreprise, le monde de science ou la monde d’économiques internationaux. Il y a une peur que la langue française va être oubliée dans le stage du monde. Le gouvernement aussi dit que les lois de la langue protéger la peuple française par obliger les fabricants à fournir l’information de la sécurité et les manuels d'instruction en française.
Il semble qu’il y a pouvoirs caché au travail. Dans le passé récent il y avait une augmentation du conservatisme en France, traditionnellement un pays socialiste. Les problèmes avec l’immigration, et la tension de race ont eu un grand effet sur les politiques d’aujourd’hui. Nous avons vu l’accroissement de popularité l’extrême droit en France, comme les gens deviennent plus faire peur des influences étrangère. Apres avoir étudié le site-web du Front National, j’ai trouvé leur page des propositions. Sur la page des propositions de la culture, il dit que une de leurs propositions est promouvoir et défendre la langue française. Avec 16.86% de la population française a voté pour Jean Marie Le Penn dans le premier groupe d'élections présidentielles, à mon avis quelque gens français égalent défendre leur langue avec défendre leur pays. Par faire sûr que la langue rester pur, ils pensent qu’ils peuvent prévenir la contamination de leur pays par influences étrangère.
Pour conclure, je crois qu’il y a une raison principale pour la désire de quelques gens français à protéger la langue française. Ils souhaitent que la France soit un grand pouvoir mondial, comme dans le passé, et la France ont une grande influence sur ses colonies. C’est égotisme, ne vouloir pas la langue disparaît le monde d’entreprise, le monde de science ou la monde d’économiques internationaux. La peur de perdre culture française aux cultures des populations immigrées aussi joue un grand rôle dans leurs idées. Mais ce n’est pas le cas pour tous les gens français, comme la personne qui a parlé avec moi, et je pense que c’est important que le gouvernement écoute à tous les gens français.
Now can anyone think of a good title for this?
Alex Jones 13.1
En 1994, le gouvernement français a passé une loi, la loi Toubon, qui dit que mots étrangers seront interdits dans n'importe quel texte public, comme les communications gouvernementales ou dans la publicité si un équivalent approprié existe dans la langue française. Quelqu’un qui utilise un tel mot pourrait recevoir une amende de 1300 euros. Je voudrais regarder l’attitude des gens française envers la langue française. Pourquoi est – il importante pour la langue à être protéger ?
Aujourd’hui, ceux qui utilisent la langue anglaise en France sont plupart les jeunes, l’industrie d’hospitalité et l’entreprise en généraux. L’anglais est la langue d’entreprise mondiale maintenant, parce que les termes d'affaires sont souvent en anglais. Les termes d’informatique sont aussi souvent en anglais. Les jeunes françaises pensent c’est cool à parler l’anglais avec leurs amis. Je pense que c’est à cause de l’influence des Etats-Unis. La culture américaine est très désirable en France. Nous pouvons voir ça dans la publicité française et la musique française. En 1998, le magasin C&A a utilisé une campagne de publicité qui a dit que once upon a winters afternoon pour vendre vêtements d'enfants pendant l'hiver. Il y avait un effet sur la structure de langue française par la langue anglaise, en particulier quand il y a nouvelle idée ou chose, et un mot pour cette chose n’existe pas dans la langue française. Nouveaux mots ont crée utiliser le mot anglaise qui déjà exister. Actuellement mots comme le parking, l’Internet, le weekend, destroyer, le cheeseburger sont devenus un part intégrale de la langue. J’ai parlé avec une femme française qui dit que Je pense que la plupart des mots anglais utilisés dans la langue française, sont bien intégré, mais d’autres nouveaux mots sont juste utilisés pour être cool comme le mot comme le mot chat sur l’Internet.
Quel est le cas pour protéger la langue française ? Apparemment, le gouvernement français croit que c’est fort. Depuis 1975 il y a eu des lois passées qui interdire les mots étrangers, la loi Toubon est la plus récente. La Académie Française, établi il y a trois siècles, fait pression pour se conserver la pureté de la langue. Pourtant, l’Etat dit que les lois de langue ne sont pas pour conserver la pureté, mais pour faire sûr qu’il ne disparaît pas le monde d’entreprise, le monde de science ou la monde d’économiques internationaux. Il y a une peur que la langue française va être oubliée dans le stage du monde. Le gouvernement aussi dit que les lois de la langue protéger la peuple française par obliger les fabricants à fournir l’information de la sécurité et les manuels d'instruction en française.
Il semble qu’il y a pouvoirs caché au travail. Dans le passé récent il y avait une augmentation du conservatisme en France, traditionnellement un pays socialiste. Les problèmes avec l’immigration, et la tension de race ont eu un grand effet sur les politiques d’aujourd’hui. Nous avons vu l’accroissement de popularité l’extrême droit en France, comme les gens deviennent plus faire peur des influences étrangère. Apres avoir étudié le site-web du Front National, j’ai trouvé leur page des propositions. Sur la page des propositions de la culture, il dit que une de leurs propositions est promouvoir et défendre la langue française. Avec 16.86% de la population française a voté pour Jean Marie Le Penn dans le premier groupe d'élections présidentielles, à mon avis quelque gens français égalent défendre leur langue avec défendre leur pays. Par faire sûr que la langue rester pur, ils pensent qu’ils peuvent prévenir la contamination de leur pays par influences étrangère.
Pour conclure, je crois qu’il y a une raison principale pour la désire de quelques gens français à protéger la langue française. Ils souhaitent que la France soit un grand pouvoir mondial, comme dans le passé, et la France ont une grande influence sur ses colonies. C’est égotisme, ne vouloir pas la langue disparaît le monde d’entreprise, le monde de science ou la monde d’économiques internationaux. La peur de perdre culture française aux cultures des populations immigrées aussi joue un grand rôle dans leurs idées. Mais ce n’est pas le cas pour tous les gens français, comme la personne qui a parlé avec moi, et je pense que c’est important que le gouvernement écoute à tous les gens français.
Now can anyone think of a good title for this?
Wanna read my latest french essay?
Sure you do... Fill the blanks
Alex Jones 13.1
En 1994, le gouvernement français a passé une loi, la loi Toubon, qui dit que mots étrangers seront interdits dans n'importe quel texte public, comme les communications gouvernementales ou dans la publicité si un équivalent approprié existe dans la langue française. Quelqu’un qui utilise un tel mot pourrait recevoir une amende de 1300 euros. Je voudrais regarder l’attitude des gens française envers la langue française. Pourquoi est – il importante pour la langue à être protéger ?
Aujourd’hui, ceux qui utilisent la langue anglaise en France sont plupart les jeunes, l’industrie d’hospitalité et l’entreprise en généraux. L’anglais est la langue d’entreprise mondiale maintenant, parce que les termes d'affaires sont souvent en anglais. Les termes d’informatique sont aussi souvent en anglais. Les jeunes françaises pensent c’est cool à parler l’anglais avec leurs amis. Je pense que c’est à cause de l’influence des Etats-Unis. La culture américaine est très désirable en France. Nous pouvons voir ça dans la publicité française et la musique française. En 1998, le magasin C&A a utilisé une campagne de publicité qui a dit que once upon a winters afternoon pour vendre vêtements d'enfants pendant l'hiver. Il y avait un effet sur la structure de langue française par la langue anglaise, en particulier quand il y a nouvelle idée ou chose, et un mot pour cette chose n’existe pas dans la langue française. Nouveaux mots ont crée utiliser le mot anglaise qui déjà exister. Actuellement mots comme le parking, l’Internet, le weekend, destroyer, le cheeseburger sont devenus un part intégrale de la langue. J’ai parlé avec une femme française qui dit que Je pense que la plupart des mots anglais utilisés dans la langue française, sont bien intégré, mais d’autres nouveaux mots sont juste utilisés pour être cool comme le mot comme le mot chat sur l’Internet.
Quel est le cas pour protéger la langue française ? Apparemment, le gouvernement français croit que c’est fort. Depuis 1975 il y a eu des lois passées qui interdire les mots étrangers, la loi Toubon est la plus récente. La Académie Française, établi il y a trois siècles, fait pression pour se conserver la pureté de la langue. Pourtant, l’Etat dit que les lois de langue ne sont pas pour conserver la pureté, mais pour faire sûr qu’il ne disparaît pas le monde d’entreprise, le monde de science ou la monde d’économiques internationaux. Il y a une peur que la langue française va être oubliée dans le stage du monde. Le gouvernement aussi dit que les lois de la langue protéger la peuple française par obliger les fabricants à fournir l’information de la sécurité et les manuels d'instruction en française.
Il semble qu’il y a pouvoirs caché au travail. Dans le passé récent il y avait une augmentation du conservatisme en France, traditionnellement un pays socialiste. Les problèmes avec l’immigration, et la tension de race ont eu un grand effet sur les politiques d’aujourd’hui. Nous avons vu l’accroissement de popularité l’extrême droit en France, comme les gens deviennent plus faire peur des influences étrangère. Apres avoir étudié le site-web du Front National, j’ai trouvé leur page des propositions. Sur la page des propositions de la culture, il dit que une de leurs propositions est promouvoir et défendre la langue française. Avec 16.86% de la population française a voté pour Jean Marie Le Penn dans le premier groupe d'élections présidentielles, à mon avis quelque gens français égalent défendre leur langue avec défendre leur pays. Par faire sûr que la langue rester pur, ils pensent qu’ils peuvent prévenir la contamination de leur pays par influences étrangère.
Pour conclure, je crois qu’il y a une raison principale pour la désire de quelques gens français à protéger la langue française. Ils souhaitent que la France soit un grand pouvoir mondial, comme dans le passé, et la France ont une grande influence sur ses colonies. C’est égotisme, ne vouloir pas la langue disparaît le monde d’entreprise, le monde de science ou la monde d’économiques internationaux. La peur de perdre culture française aux cultures des populations immigrées aussi joue un grand rôle dans leurs idées. Mais ce n’est pas le cas pour tous les gens français, comme la personne qui a parlé avec moi, et je pense que c’est important que le gouvernement écoute à tous les gens français.
Now can anyone think of a good title for this?
Alex Jones 13.1
En 1994, le gouvernement français a passé une loi, la loi Toubon, qui dit que mots étrangers seront interdits dans n'importe quel texte public, comme les communications gouvernementales ou dans la publicité si un équivalent approprié existe dans la langue française. Quelqu’un qui utilise un tel mot pourrait recevoir une amende de 1300 euros. Je voudrais regarder l’attitude des gens française envers la langue française. Pourquoi est – il importante pour la langue à être protéger ?
Aujourd’hui, ceux qui utilisent la langue anglaise en France sont plupart les jeunes, l’industrie d’hospitalité et l’entreprise en généraux. L’anglais est la langue d’entreprise mondiale maintenant, parce que les termes d'affaires sont souvent en anglais. Les termes d’informatique sont aussi souvent en anglais. Les jeunes françaises pensent c’est cool à parler l’anglais avec leurs amis. Je pense que c’est à cause de l’influence des Etats-Unis. La culture américaine est très désirable en France. Nous pouvons voir ça dans la publicité française et la musique française. En 1998, le magasin C&A a utilisé une campagne de publicité qui a dit que once upon a winters afternoon pour vendre vêtements d'enfants pendant l'hiver. Il y avait un effet sur la structure de langue française par la langue anglaise, en particulier quand il y a nouvelle idée ou chose, et un mot pour cette chose n’existe pas dans la langue française. Nouveaux mots ont crée utiliser le mot anglaise qui déjà exister. Actuellement mots comme le parking, l’Internet, le weekend, destroyer, le cheeseburger sont devenus un part intégrale de la langue. J’ai parlé avec une femme française qui dit que Je pense que la plupart des mots anglais utilisés dans la langue française, sont bien intégré, mais d’autres nouveaux mots sont juste utilisés pour être cool comme le mot comme le mot chat sur l’Internet.
Quel est le cas pour protéger la langue française ? Apparemment, le gouvernement français croit que c’est fort. Depuis 1975 il y a eu des lois passées qui interdire les mots étrangers, la loi Toubon est la plus récente. La Académie Française, établi il y a trois siècles, fait pression pour se conserver la pureté de la langue. Pourtant, l’Etat dit que les lois de langue ne sont pas pour conserver la pureté, mais pour faire sûr qu’il ne disparaît pas le monde d’entreprise, le monde de science ou la monde d’économiques internationaux. Il y a une peur que la langue française va être oubliée dans le stage du monde. Le gouvernement aussi dit que les lois de la langue protéger la peuple française par obliger les fabricants à fournir l’information de la sécurité et les manuels d'instruction en française.
Il semble qu’il y a pouvoirs caché au travail. Dans le passé récent il y avait une augmentation du conservatisme en France, traditionnellement un pays socialiste. Les problèmes avec l’immigration, et la tension de race ont eu un grand effet sur les politiques d’aujourd’hui. Nous avons vu l’accroissement de popularité l’extrême droit en France, comme les gens deviennent plus faire peur des influences étrangère. Apres avoir étudié le site-web du Front National, j’ai trouvé leur page des propositions. Sur la page des propositions de la culture, il dit que une de leurs propositions est promouvoir et défendre la langue française. Avec 16.86% de la population française a voté pour Jean Marie Le Penn dans le premier groupe d'élections présidentielles, à mon avis quelque gens français égalent défendre leur langue avec défendre leur pays. Par faire sûr que la langue rester pur, ils pensent qu’ils peuvent prévenir la contamination de leur pays par influences étrangère.
Pour conclure, je crois qu’il y a une raison principale pour la désire de quelques gens français à protéger la langue française. Ils souhaitent que la France soit un grand pouvoir mondial, comme dans le passé, et la France ont une grande influence sur ses colonies. C’est égotisme, ne vouloir pas la langue disparaît le monde d’entreprise, le monde de science ou la monde d’économiques internationaux. La peur de perdre culture française aux cultures des populations immigrées aussi joue un grand rôle dans leurs idées. Mais ce n’est pas le cas pour tous les gens français, comme la personne qui a parlé avec moi, et je pense que c’est important que le gouvernement écoute à tous les gens français.
Now can anyone think of a good title for this?
Monday, March 14, 2005
seee........
Your Passion is Red!You've got that spark - a good dose of intensity, power, and determination.You do whatever you want in life ... to hell with what anyone thinks!With so many interests and loves, you're always running around doing something new.You have fire in your eyes, and it shows. Bet you're even wearing something red!What Color is Your Passion? Take This Quiz :-) |
seee........
Your Passion is Red!You've got that spark - a good dose of intensity, power, and determination.You do whatever you want in life ... to hell with what anyone thinks!With so many interests and loves, you're always running around doing something new.You have fire in your eyes, and it shows. Bet you're even wearing something red!What Color is Your Passion? Take This Quiz :-) |
Friday, March 11, 2005
Mentally applauds self.
I got a B I got a B I got a B I got a B!
*imagine that said really really fast*
I'm a happy bunny, God has nicely saved my day from being a traumatised whirl of a day where I was told to F*** off by a certain person lots. I got a B on my french retake. This was the exam where I got an E last time. So I've gone from a E at 34 points to a B at 70:), I only needed 4 more points or something equally small to raise my entire grade from a C to B...I got them yeah!!! That leaves me with 3 A's and possibly an A or a B in french.
Happy Happy Alex.
And kudos and hugs to Sarahbean who got all A's on her retakes and modules and now posesses a nice set of A's!
But with all this excitement I manages to mess up mylace pattern in my lacy scarf, so I'm off to frog a few rows....:-(
*imagine that said really really fast*
I'm a happy bunny, God has nicely saved my day from being a traumatised whirl of a day where I was told to F*** off by a certain person lots. I got a B on my french retake. This was the exam where I got an E last time. So I've gone from a E at 34 points to a B at 70:), I only needed 4 more points or something equally small to raise my entire grade from a C to B...I got them yeah!!! That leaves me with 3 A's and possibly an A or a B in french.
Happy Happy Alex.
And kudos and hugs to Sarahbean who got all A's on her retakes and modules and now posesses a nice set of A's!
But with all this excitement I manages to mess up mylace pattern in my lacy scarf, so I'm off to frog a few rows....:-(
Mentally applauds self.
I got a B I got a B I got a B I got a B!
*imagine that said really really fast*
I'm a happy bunny, God has nicely saved my day from being a traumatised whirl of a day where I was told to F*** off by a certain person lots. I got a B on my french retake. This was the exam where I got an E last time. So I've gone from a E at 34 points to a B at 70:), I only needed 4 more points or something equally small to raise my entire grade from a C to B...I got them yeah!!! That leaves me with 3 A's and possibly an A or a B in french.
Happy Happy Alex.
And kudos and hugs to Sarahbean who got all A's on her retakes and modules and now posesses a nice set of A's!
But with all this excitement I manages to mess up mylace pattern in my lacy scarf, so I'm off to frog a few rows....:-(
*imagine that said really really fast*
I'm a happy bunny, God has nicely saved my day from being a traumatised whirl of a day where I was told to F*** off by a certain person lots. I got a B on my french retake. This was the exam where I got an E last time. So I've gone from a E at 34 points to a B at 70:), I only needed 4 more points or something equally small to raise my entire grade from a C to B...I got them yeah!!! That leaves me with 3 A's and possibly an A or a B in french.
Happy Happy Alex.
And kudos and hugs to Sarahbean who got all A's on her retakes and modules and now posesses a nice set of A's!
But with all this excitement I manages to mess up mylace pattern in my lacy scarf, so I'm off to frog a few rows....:-(
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Out of the rain
and in the warm and dry.
Please would everyone say yay because Alex as got bored of being miserable. I saw how miserable I was making Rob by being miserable after a huge msna nd phone conversation and decided to snap out of it sharpish.
I have made my sock and nearly finished it's pair but it has the first one has unfortunately gone missing! The great sock hunt has started.
School is going well now... after some scary hairy moments, my choreography is back on track and should be good. I just have to pull out a few bits of something special.
Now does anyone have any awkward questions they'd like to ask? Are you nosy?
Please would everyone say yay because Alex as got bored of being miserable. I saw how miserable I was making Rob by being miserable after a huge msna nd phone conversation and decided to snap out of it sharpish.
I have made my sock and nearly finished it's pair but it has the first one has unfortunately gone missing! The great sock hunt has started.
School is going well now... after some scary hairy moments, my choreography is back on track and should be good. I just have to pull out a few bits of something special.
Now does anyone have any awkward questions they'd like to ask? Are you nosy?
Out of the rain
and in the warm and dry.
Please would everyone say yay because Alex as got bored of being miserable. I saw how miserable I was making Rob by being miserable after a huge msna nd phone conversation and decided to snap out of it sharpish.
I have made my sock and nearly finished it's pair but it has the first one has unfortunately gone missing! The great sock hunt has started.
School is going well now... after some scary hairy moments, my choreography is back on track and should be good. I just have to pull out a few bits of something special.
Now does anyone have any awkward questions they'd like to ask? Are you nosy?
Please would everyone say yay because Alex as got bored of being miserable. I saw how miserable I was making Rob by being miserable after a huge msna nd phone conversation and decided to snap out of it sharpish.
I have made my sock and nearly finished it's pair but it has the first one has unfortunately gone missing! The great sock hunt has started.
School is going well now... after some scary hairy moments, my choreography is back on track and should be good. I just have to pull out a few bits of something special.
Now does anyone have any awkward questions they'd like to ask? Are you nosy?
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
On the most horrible of days.
Overheard in my awful dance rehearsal.
J - intelligent, witty, beeyootiful, indie guy- "If you ate curved sausages would they taste like bananas?"
S - black wearing, gorgeous, huggable, acidic girl- " No, they'd just taste curvy."
THAT HAS BEEN QUITE LITERALLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY SO FAR.
I don't want to talk about it. I'm knitting a sock. My first whole sock. In Green. With a tiny cable, being cabled with out a cable needle. And I can do millenery.
Rob please come do your knight in shining armour bit and rescue me!
J - intelligent, witty, beeyootiful, indie guy- "If you ate curved sausages would they taste like bananas?"
S - black wearing, gorgeous, huggable, acidic girl- " No, they'd just taste curvy."
THAT HAS BEEN QUITE LITERALLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY SO FAR.
I don't want to talk about it. I'm knitting a sock. My first whole sock. In Green. With a tiny cable, being cabled with out a cable needle. And I can do millenery.
Rob please come do your knight in shining armour bit and rescue me!
On the most horrible of days.
Overheard in my awful dance rehearsal.
J - intelligent, witty, beeyootiful, indie guy- "If you ate curved sausages would they taste like bananas?"
S - black wearing, gorgeous, huggable, acidic girl- " No, they'd just taste curvy."
THAT HAS BEEN QUITE LITERALLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY SO FAR.
I don't want to talk about it. I'm knitting a sock. My first whole sock. In Green. With a tiny cable, being cabled with out a cable needle. And I can do millenery.
Rob please come do your knight in shining armour bit and rescue me!
J - intelligent, witty, beeyootiful, indie guy- "If you ate curved sausages would they taste like bananas?"
S - black wearing, gorgeous, huggable, acidic girl- " No, they'd just taste curvy."
THAT HAS BEEN QUITE LITERALLY THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY SO FAR.
I don't want to talk about it. I'm knitting a sock. My first whole sock. In Green. With a tiny cable, being cabled with out a cable needle. And I can do millenery.
Rob please come do your knight in shining armour bit and rescue me!
Sunday, February 20, 2005
And the sun sets on winter skies
And inside the small girl cries.
A week of things that I can't yet write. But we shall see.
I've started my driving lessons. Half the time I forget that I've never done this before, and then the rest? Well I sit there, arms tense beneath long sleeves trying to leave dents in the steering wheel with my thumbs. I nearly ran over a suicidal pheasant today. A Buzzard nearly flew in to my car. I can use third gear. I stop too soon at junctions.
I do feel free though. I know enough now that if I needed to run away, to go, I could steal a car and I'd know enough to comfortably cruise at 40mph whatever the speed limit like my Dad. Gear changing is instinctive, which scares me somewhat.
This week a head filling cold as filled my life with mucus, but it hasn't been that bad.
I stayed at Lizzy's on Sunday night. Some how it's good to find a girly friend to whom I don't have to explain poetry, or someone who feels okay to be quiet with me or cry at the sad bits without laughing. And there were plenty of sad bits in '100 greatest tearjerkers' on Channel 4 so we cried together. And it was grand.
Monday we got up early to go to a rehearsal at school that I left considerably early due to my ill health. Busy appears to be falling slowly and perftly apart with les than a month before curtain up. Still, the dancers will be perfect. Brew will expect nothing less so we, again may rescue the show.
Rob came over that after noon and we lay together on my floor, talking, holding each other, whilst he tried to convince me to stay at home. But I refused. After all it was Valentines day and he'd booked a table at a Chinese Restaurant in his home town. According to a newpaper article one of the most unromantic places to take a Valentine, but for us it was wonderful. Afterall it is the people around you, the atmosphere of a place and your own attitudes that define a romantic evening, and we can make going bowling or to KFC romantic, so we had a wonderful time.
We ordered a set menu and were greeted by a feast. A plate of little starters, like spring rolls, crispy seaweed, prawn seasame toasts, and spare ribs, then crispy aromatic duck with panckes and hoisin sauce. Then came rice with stir fried vegetables and sweet anf sour chicken. For me owever the piece de resistance was beef in a spicy black bean sauce that came to table very nearly done but was then poured onto a hot-stone platter and sizzled it's final chemical changes in front of us. Pure theatre and delicious to boot. I rounded the meal off with a deep fried ice cream, rather in the Baked Alaska line, replacing meringue with a batter made from egg whites and dessicated coconut. Hot on the outside, cool on the inside and a fitting end to a beautiful evening. What we said to each other doesn't matter. He made me happy.
Rob stayed in our front room that night and on Tuesday we spent the whole day together, playing talking, and watching films. I was too ill to go into school to do art see and so Rob looked after me like any good future husband would. He then took me into town so we could buy ingredients for the evenings entertainment.
The dinner party was a great sucess. Kudos to Lizzy for providing the house for the venue. 6 people, Nachos, Bacon and Kiwi salad, Smoked Salmon and Cream Cheese parcels, Lasagne, Garlic Bread, Salad, were followed by a culinary triumph. Meringue Swans. [JON they were great]
Then came an abandoned game of Trivial Persuit, a half watched dvd of Wimbeldon, and Chocolate Fondue, Strawberries and Milkyway Buttons at 12:30am. We talked, we laughed, we swapped jokes. We teased Sam for patronising Sarah's efforts to serve the lasagne. Then we slept.
The morning brought dreary faces, and bacon sarnies. Rob and I managed to skip the cleaning with guilty conciences as he whisked me off to my departmental open day at Southampton Uni. We atelunch there bit only stopped for the talk. I wasn't well, and couldn't face walking around things I'd explored for myself the last open day. We missed the turnings on the way home for Rob to stop and buy his game in Southampton, and then Salisbury doesn't have a HMV as we found, having to pay 90p's parking for the privilage.
He left me at home and Thursday brought me in bed for most of the day feeling poorly. I worked in the evening thinking hard about work and nothing else and surprisingly the time flew by. Which reminds me I have to pick up my wage slip.
Friday Rob surprised me and took me to Bath on the spur of the moment. He bought his game and I bought a beautiful skirt. I bought Aloe flabour vaseline for my chapped lips. We ate KFC in the car park. It was grand. Then I went to his house, and knitted a bit whilst he played his game and we played it, and we cooked spagetti before going to music practice. Which was joke as we couln't get in for ages.
A rite of passage has been marked in our house. My biggest littel sister, Ellie, got her first pair of pointe shoes, [toe shoes] So last night saw me teaching her how to balance, all week I've been darning the toes of her shoes, as she can't do it, though she sewed the ribbons on herself. She's got that feeling of beinga real ballet dancer now. How she'll grow to love those shoes as they mark her feet, scar her, and cause toenails to fall off. Because when she sees herself in a mirror or on film, she won't see the blood or blisters, she'll see the make believe effortlessness of a corru across the floor and that will mkae it worth it.
A week of things that I can't yet write. But we shall see.
I've started my driving lessons. Half the time I forget that I've never done this before, and then the rest? Well I sit there, arms tense beneath long sleeves trying to leave dents in the steering wheel with my thumbs. I nearly ran over a suicidal pheasant today. A Buzzard nearly flew in to my car. I can use third gear. I stop too soon at junctions.
I do feel free though. I know enough now that if I needed to run away, to go, I could steal a car and I'd know enough to comfortably cruise at 40mph whatever the speed limit like my Dad. Gear changing is instinctive, which scares me somewhat.
This week a head filling cold as filled my life with mucus, but it hasn't been that bad.
I stayed at Lizzy's on Sunday night. Some how it's good to find a girly friend to whom I don't have to explain poetry, or someone who feels okay to be quiet with me or cry at the sad bits without laughing. And there were plenty of sad bits in '100 greatest tearjerkers' on Channel 4 so we cried together. And it was grand.
Monday we got up early to go to a rehearsal at school that I left considerably early due to my ill health. Busy appears to be falling slowly and perftly apart with les than a month before curtain up. Still, the dancers will be perfect. Brew will expect nothing less so we, again may rescue the show.
Rob came over that after noon and we lay together on my floor, talking, holding each other, whilst he tried to convince me to stay at home. But I refused. After all it was Valentines day and he'd booked a table at a Chinese Restaurant in his home town. According to a newpaper article one of the most unromantic places to take a Valentine, but for us it was wonderful. Afterall it is the people around you, the atmosphere of a place and your own attitudes that define a romantic evening, and we can make going bowling or to KFC romantic, so we had a wonderful time.
We ordered a set menu and were greeted by a feast. A plate of little starters, like spring rolls, crispy seaweed, prawn seasame toasts, and spare ribs, then crispy aromatic duck with panckes and hoisin sauce. Then came rice with stir fried vegetables and sweet anf sour chicken. For me owever the piece de resistance was beef in a spicy black bean sauce that came to table very nearly done but was then poured onto a hot-stone platter and sizzled it's final chemical changes in front of us. Pure theatre and delicious to boot. I rounded the meal off with a deep fried ice cream, rather in the Baked Alaska line, replacing meringue with a batter made from egg whites and dessicated coconut. Hot on the outside, cool on the inside and a fitting end to a beautiful evening. What we said to each other doesn't matter. He made me happy.
Rob stayed in our front room that night and on Tuesday we spent the whole day together, playing talking, and watching films. I was too ill to go into school to do art see and so Rob looked after me like any good future husband would. He then took me into town so we could buy ingredients for the evenings entertainment.
The dinner party was a great sucess. Kudos to Lizzy for providing the house for the venue. 6 people, Nachos, Bacon and Kiwi salad, Smoked Salmon and Cream Cheese parcels, Lasagne, Garlic Bread, Salad, were followed by a culinary triumph. Meringue Swans. [JON they were great]
Then came an abandoned game of Trivial Persuit, a half watched dvd of Wimbeldon, and Chocolate Fondue, Strawberries and Milkyway Buttons at 12:30am. We talked, we laughed, we swapped jokes. We teased Sam for patronising Sarah's efforts to serve the lasagne. Then we slept.
The morning brought dreary faces, and bacon sarnies. Rob and I managed to skip the cleaning with guilty conciences as he whisked me off to my departmental open day at Southampton Uni. We atelunch there bit only stopped for the talk. I wasn't well, and couldn't face walking around things I'd explored for myself the last open day. We missed the turnings on the way home for Rob to stop and buy his game in Southampton, and then Salisbury doesn't have a HMV as we found, having to pay 90p's parking for the privilage.
He left me at home and Thursday brought me in bed for most of the day feeling poorly. I worked in the evening thinking hard about work and nothing else and surprisingly the time flew by. Which reminds me I have to pick up my wage slip.
Friday Rob surprised me and took me to Bath on the spur of the moment. He bought his game and I bought a beautiful skirt. I bought Aloe flabour vaseline for my chapped lips. We ate KFC in the car park. It was grand. Then I went to his house, and knitted a bit whilst he played his game and we played it, and we cooked spagetti before going to music practice. Which was joke as we couln't get in for ages.
A rite of passage has been marked in our house. My biggest littel sister, Ellie, got her first pair of pointe shoes, [toe shoes] So last night saw me teaching her how to balance, all week I've been darning the toes of her shoes, as she can't do it, though she sewed the ribbons on herself. She's got that feeling of beinga real ballet dancer now. How she'll grow to love those shoes as they mark her feet, scar her, and cause toenails to fall off. Because when she sees herself in a mirror or on film, she won't see the blood or blisters, she'll see the make believe effortlessness of a corru across the floor and that will mkae it worth it.
And the sun sets on winter skies
And inside the small girl cries.
A week of things that I can't yet write. But we shall see.
I've started my driving lessons. Half the time I forget that I've never done this before, and then the rest? Well I sit there, arms tense beneath long sleeves trying to leave dents in the steering wheel with my thumbs. I nearly ran over a suicidal pheasant today. A Buzzard nearly flew in to my car. I can use third gear. I stop too soon at junctions.
I do feel free though. I know enough now that if I needed to run away, to go, I could steal a car and I'd know enough to comfortably cruise at 40mph whatever the speed limit like my Dad. Gear changing is instinctive, which scares me somewhat.
This week a head filling cold as filled my life with mucus, but it hasn't been that bad.
I stayed at Lizzy's on Sunday night. Some how it's good to find a girly friend to whom I don't have to explain poetry, or someone who feels okay to be quiet with me or cry at the sad bits without laughing. And there were plenty of sad bits in '100 greatest tearjerkers' on Channel 4 so we cried together. And it was grand.
Monday we got up early to go to a rehearsal at school that I left considerably early due to my ill health. Busy appears to be falling slowly and perftly apart with les than a month before curtain up. Still, the dancers will be perfect. Brew will expect nothing less so we, again may rescue the show.
Rob came over that after noon and we lay together on my floor, talking, holding each other, whilst he tried to convince me to stay at home. But I refused. After all it was Valentines day and he'd booked a table at a Chinese Restaurant in his home town. According to a newpaper article one of the most unromantic places to take a Valentine, but for us it was wonderful. Afterall it is the people around you, the atmosphere of a place and your own attitudes that define a romantic evening, and we can make going bowling or to KFC romantic, so we had a wonderful time.
We ordered a set menu and were greeted by a feast. A plate of little starters, like spring rolls, crispy seaweed, prawn seasame toasts, and spare ribs, then crispy aromatic duck with panckes and hoisin sauce. Then came rice with stir fried vegetables and sweet anf sour chicken. For me owever the piece de resistance was beef in a spicy black bean sauce that came to table very nearly done but was then poured onto a hot-stone platter and sizzled it's final chemical changes in front of us. Pure theatre and delicious to boot. I rounded the meal off with a deep fried ice cream, rather in the Baked Alaska line, replacing meringue with a batter made from egg whites and dessicated coconut. Hot on the outside, cool on the inside and a fitting end to a beautiful evening. What we said to each other doesn't matter. He made me happy.
Rob stayed in our front room that night and on Tuesday we spent the whole day together, playing talking, and watching films. I was too ill to go into school to do art see and so Rob looked after me like any good future husband would. He then took me into town so we could buy ingredients for the evenings entertainment.
The dinner party was a great sucess. Kudos to Lizzy for providing the house for the venue. 6 people, Nachos, Bacon and Kiwi salad, Smoked Salmon and Cream Cheese parcels, Lasagne, Garlic Bread, Salad, were followed by a culinary triumph. Meringue Swans. [JON they were great]
Then came an abandoned game of Trivial Persuit, a half watched dvd of Wimbeldon, and Chocolate Fondue, Strawberries and Milkyway Buttons at 12:30am. We talked, we laughed, we swapped jokes. We teased Sam for patronising Sarah's efforts to serve the lasagne. Then we slept.
The morning brought dreary faces, and bacon sarnies. Rob and I managed to skip the cleaning with guilty conciences as he whisked me off to my departmental open day at Southampton Uni. We atelunch there bit only stopped for the talk. I wasn't well, and couldn't face walking around things I'd explored for myself the last open day. We missed the turnings on the way home for Rob to stop and buy his game in Southampton, and then Salisbury doesn't have a HMV as we found, having to pay 90p's parking for the privilage.
He left me at home and Thursday brought me in bed for most of the day feeling poorly. I worked in the evening thinking hard about work and nothing else and surprisingly the time flew by. Which reminds me I have to pick up my wage slip.
Friday Rob surprised me and took me to Bath on the spur of the moment. He bought his game and I bought a beautiful skirt. I bought Aloe flabour vaseline for my chapped lips. We ate KFC in the car park. It was grand. Then I went to his house, and knitted a bit whilst he played his game and we played it, and we cooked spagetti before going to music practice. Which was joke as we couln't get in for ages.
A rite of passage has been marked in our house. My biggest littel sister, Ellie, got her first pair of pointe shoes, [toe shoes] So last night saw me teaching her how to balance, all week I've been darning the toes of her shoes, as she can't do it, though she sewed the ribbons on herself. She's got that feeling of beinga real ballet dancer now. How she'll grow to love those shoes as they mark her feet, scar her, and cause toenails to fall off. Because when she sees herself in a mirror or on film, she won't see the blood or blisters, she'll see the make believe effortlessness of a corru across the floor and that will mkae it worth it.
A week of things that I can't yet write. But we shall see.
I've started my driving lessons. Half the time I forget that I've never done this before, and then the rest? Well I sit there, arms tense beneath long sleeves trying to leave dents in the steering wheel with my thumbs. I nearly ran over a suicidal pheasant today. A Buzzard nearly flew in to my car. I can use third gear. I stop too soon at junctions.
I do feel free though. I know enough now that if I needed to run away, to go, I could steal a car and I'd know enough to comfortably cruise at 40mph whatever the speed limit like my Dad. Gear changing is instinctive, which scares me somewhat.
This week a head filling cold as filled my life with mucus, but it hasn't been that bad.
I stayed at Lizzy's on Sunday night. Some how it's good to find a girly friend to whom I don't have to explain poetry, or someone who feels okay to be quiet with me or cry at the sad bits without laughing. And there were plenty of sad bits in '100 greatest tearjerkers' on Channel 4 so we cried together. And it was grand.
Monday we got up early to go to a rehearsal at school that I left considerably early due to my ill health. Busy appears to be falling slowly and perftly apart with les than a month before curtain up. Still, the dancers will be perfect. Brew will expect nothing less so we, again may rescue the show.
Rob came over that after noon and we lay together on my floor, talking, holding each other, whilst he tried to convince me to stay at home. But I refused. After all it was Valentines day and he'd booked a table at a Chinese Restaurant in his home town. According to a newpaper article one of the most unromantic places to take a Valentine, but for us it was wonderful. Afterall it is the people around you, the atmosphere of a place and your own attitudes that define a romantic evening, and we can make going bowling or to KFC romantic, so we had a wonderful time.
We ordered a set menu and were greeted by a feast. A plate of little starters, like spring rolls, crispy seaweed, prawn seasame toasts, and spare ribs, then crispy aromatic duck with panckes and hoisin sauce. Then came rice with stir fried vegetables and sweet anf sour chicken. For me owever the piece de resistance was beef in a spicy black bean sauce that came to table very nearly done but was then poured onto a hot-stone platter and sizzled it's final chemical changes in front of us. Pure theatre and delicious to boot. I rounded the meal off with a deep fried ice cream, rather in the Baked Alaska line, replacing meringue with a batter made from egg whites and dessicated coconut. Hot on the outside, cool on the inside and a fitting end to a beautiful evening. What we said to each other doesn't matter. He made me happy.
Rob stayed in our front room that night and on Tuesday we spent the whole day together, playing talking, and watching films. I was too ill to go into school to do art see and so Rob looked after me like any good future husband would. He then took me into town so we could buy ingredients for the evenings entertainment.
The dinner party was a great sucess. Kudos to Lizzy for providing the house for the venue. 6 people, Nachos, Bacon and Kiwi salad, Smoked Salmon and Cream Cheese parcels, Lasagne, Garlic Bread, Salad, were followed by a culinary triumph. Meringue Swans. [JON they were great]
Then came an abandoned game of Trivial Persuit, a half watched dvd of Wimbeldon, and Chocolate Fondue, Strawberries and Milkyway Buttons at 12:30am. We talked, we laughed, we swapped jokes. We teased Sam for patronising Sarah's efforts to serve the lasagne. Then we slept.
The morning brought dreary faces, and bacon sarnies. Rob and I managed to skip the cleaning with guilty conciences as he whisked me off to my departmental open day at Southampton Uni. We atelunch there bit only stopped for the talk. I wasn't well, and couldn't face walking around things I'd explored for myself the last open day. We missed the turnings on the way home for Rob to stop and buy his game in Southampton, and then Salisbury doesn't have a HMV as we found, having to pay 90p's parking for the privilage.
He left me at home and Thursday brought me in bed for most of the day feeling poorly. I worked in the evening thinking hard about work and nothing else and surprisingly the time flew by. Which reminds me I have to pick up my wage slip.
Friday Rob surprised me and took me to Bath on the spur of the moment. He bought his game and I bought a beautiful skirt. I bought Aloe flabour vaseline for my chapped lips. We ate KFC in the car park. It was grand. Then I went to his house, and knitted a bit whilst he played his game and we played it, and we cooked spagetti before going to music practice. Which was joke as we couln't get in for ages.
A rite of passage has been marked in our house. My biggest littel sister, Ellie, got her first pair of pointe shoes, [toe shoes] So last night saw me teaching her how to balance, all week I've been darning the toes of her shoes, as she can't do it, though she sewed the ribbons on herself. She's got that feeling of beinga real ballet dancer now. How she'll grow to love those shoes as they mark her feet, scar her, and cause toenails to fall off. Because when she sees herself in a mirror or on film, she won't see the blood or blisters, she'll see the make believe effortlessness of a corru across the floor and that will mkae it worth it.
Saturday, February 12, 2005
Feeling the same way all over again.
Up and down I feel like I'm on a delicious roller coaster speeding towards my future.
Still knitting my art pictures, my baby jumper and numerous other things.
Ahh... Konstatine by Something Corporate. I love this and again it's on my speakers.
Since I last wrote.
I invited a dear friend to my church and whilst she wasn't miraculously converted she appeared to have got something from the service.
We all ate together afterwards because we had a visiting pastor and it was nuce to eat good food with friends.
Rob whisked me away to Bath after that, to the cinema and Pizza Hut for a treat. It's so nice to be spoiled so. We watched Oceans's 12. I loved the capoeria villian..:-)
This week at school nothing much of note happenned besides two things:-
I began organising our leavers ball. With the help of half the Sixth Form council. lol I just wrote the Sith Council. Hell yeah they're all part of the dark side...heheh
We're having a oriental theme for decorations but not for costumes. Chinese laterns from the ceiling, red baloons with gold chinese characters filled helium in the middle of the tables.
I've nearly finished what might be one of the best pieces of painting I've ever done.
I received a lovely painting of myself and a gorgeous rainbow scarf from Lori. For a person who has never met me you certainly know my taste. The scarf is so me, and the colours of the painting are my favourites.
Last night I had music practice for church and it was strange trying to sing witha sore throat. I also started to give a very much non singer some singing lessons o see if I could get her to sing in tune. Man is this going to be fun.
Rob treated me to a chinese last night too. He's really rather wonderful really. Don't you think?
Still knitting my art pictures, my baby jumper and numerous other things.
Ahh... Konstatine by Something Corporate. I love this and again it's on my speakers.
Since I last wrote.
I invited a dear friend to my church and whilst she wasn't miraculously converted she appeared to have got something from the service.
We all ate together afterwards because we had a visiting pastor and it was nuce to eat good food with friends.
Rob whisked me away to Bath after that, to the cinema and Pizza Hut for a treat. It's so nice to be spoiled so. We watched Oceans's 12. I loved the capoeria villian..:-)
This week at school nothing much of note happenned besides two things:-
I began organising our leavers ball. With the help of half the Sixth Form council. lol I just wrote the Sith Council. Hell yeah they're all part of the dark side...heheh
We're having a oriental theme for decorations but not for costumes. Chinese laterns from the ceiling, red baloons with gold chinese characters filled helium in the middle of the tables.
I've nearly finished what might be one of the best pieces of painting I've ever done.
I received a lovely painting of myself and a gorgeous rainbow scarf from Lori. For a person who has never met me you certainly know my taste. The scarf is so me, and the colours of the painting are my favourites.
Last night I had music practice for church and it was strange trying to sing witha sore throat. I also started to give a very much non singer some singing lessons o see if I could get her to sing in tune. Man is this going to be fun.
Rob treated me to a chinese last night too. He's really rather wonderful really. Don't you think?
Feeling the same way all over again.
Up and down I feel like I'm on a delicious roller coaster speeding towards my future.
Still knitting my art pictures, my baby jumper and numerous other things.
Ahh... Konstatine by Something Corporate. I love this and again it's on my speakers.
Since I last wrote.
I invited a dear friend to my church and whilst she wasn't miraculously converted she appeared to have got something from the service.
We all ate together afterwards because we had a visiting pastor and it was nuce to eat good food with friends.
Rob whisked me away to Bath after that, to the cinema and Pizza Hut for a treat. It's so nice to be spoiled so. We watched Oceans's 12. I loved the capoeria villian..:-)
This week at school nothing much of note happenned besides two things:-
I began organising our leavers ball. With the help of half the Sixth Form council. lol I just wrote the Sith Council. Hell yeah they're all part of the dark side...heheh
We're having a oriental theme for decorations but not for costumes. Chinese laterns from the ceiling, red baloons with gold chinese characters filled helium in the middle of the tables.
I've nearly finished what might be one of the best pieces of painting I've ever done.
I received a lovely painting of myself and a gorgeous rainbow scarf from Lori. For a person who has never met me you certainly know my taste. The scarf is so me, and the colours of the painting are my favourites.
Last night I had music practice for church and it was strange trying to sing witha sore throat. I also started to give a very much non singer some singing lessons o see if I could get her to sing in tune. Man is this going to be fun.
Rob treated me to a chinese last night too. He's really rather wonderful really. Don't you think?
Still knitting my art pictures, my baby jumper and numerous other things.
Ahh... Konstatine by Something Corporate. I love this and again it's on my speakers.
Since I last wrote.
I invited a dear friend to my church and whilst she wasn't miraculously converted she appeared to have got something from the service.
We all ate together afterwards because we had a visiting pastor and it was nuce to eat good food with friends.
Rob whisked me away to Bath after that, to the cinema and Pizza Hut for a treat. It's so nice to be spoiled so. We watched Oceans's 12. I loved the capoeria villian..:-)
This week at school nothing much of note happenned besides two things:-
I began organising our leavers ball. With the help of half the Sixth Form council. lol I just wrote the Sith Council. Hell yeah they're all part of the dark side...heheh
We're having a oriental theme for decorations but not for costumes. Chinese laterns from the ceiling, red baloons with gold chinese characters filled helium in the middle of the tables.
I've nearly finished what might be one of the best pieces of painting I've ever done.
I received a lovely painting of myself and a gorgeous rainbow scarf from Lori. For a person who has never met me you certainly know my taste. The scarf is so me, and the colours of the painting are my favourites.
Last night I had music practice for church and it was strange trying to sing witha sore throat. I also started to give a very much non singer some singing lessons o see if I could get her to sing in tune. Man is this going to be fun.
Rob treated me to a chinese last night too. He's really rather wonderful really. Don't you think?
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Well today...
Alex did these things....
Alex got up and plaited her hair whilst in bed waiting for the bathroom to be free.
This is okay as Alex cannot wash her hair everyday.
She gets triangle head.
Alex then managed to strip her bed - which is as high as a bunkbed - whilst sitting on it, and dropping approximately 10 books to the floor from ther reading pile on her bed.
She's reading 'Wild Swans', and Reagan's autobiography.
Alex went to dance today in her friends car. Friend is a very new but good driver. Alex enjoyed the extra minutes at home going with someone else who can't be organised by her mum provided.
Alex wanted to dance at her dance lesson today, but spent three hours providing suggestions for the costumes of her dance teachers show. Most of these were unacceptable. As the show is 'The Magician's Nephew', Alex is Aslan and gets a white shiny catsuit to be painted up, well, 'Cats' style.
Alex has bought a small bit of her wedding outfit today, made vegan brownies, and sticky, transparent, peppermint ice toffee, and found documents for her french research.
Alex also babysat and earn't money whilst fending off a scary dog, teachinga teenage boy how to get further on the the Bounce game provided on Nokia phones and plaiting a little girls hair.
Alex feels she sincerely rocks for this.
Alex also watched a while rugby match today for the first time and found her closet rugby fan. She almost understood it too. Alex feels sheepish for secretly rooting for Wales not England.
Alex is happy.
Again.
Got a Problem With That.
PS...Alex also knitted and frogged the same swatch x lots.
Alex got up and plaited her hair whilst in bed waiting for the bathroom to be free.
This is okay as Alex cannot wash her hair everyday.
She gets triangle head.
Alex then managed to strip her bed - which is as high as a bunkbed - whilst sitting on it, and dropping approximately 10 books to the floor from ther reading pile on her bed.
She's reading 'Wild Swans', and Reagan's autobiography.
Alex went to dance today in her friends car. Friend is a very new but good driver. Alex enjoyed the extra minutes at home going with someone else who can't be organised by her mum provided.
Alex wanted to dance at her dance lesson today, but spent three hours providing suggestions for the costumes of her dance teachers show. Most of these were unacceptable. As the show is 'The Magician's Nephew', Alex is Aslan and gets a white shiny catsuit to be painted up, well, 'Cats' style.
Alex has bought a small bit of her wedding outfit today, made vegan brownies, and sticky, transparent, peppermint ice toffee, and found documents for her french research.
Alex also babysat and earn't money whilst fending off a scary dog, teachinga teenage boy how to get further on the the Bounce game provided on Nokia phones and plaiting a little girls hair.
Alex feels she sincerely rocks for this.
Alex also watched a while rugby match today for the first time and found her closet rugby fan. She almost understood it too. Alex feels sheepish for secretly rooting for Wales not England.
Alex is happy.
Again.
Got a Problem With That.
PS...Alex also knitted and frogged the same swatch x lots.
Well today...
Alex did these things....
Alex got up and plaited her hair whilst in bed waiting for the bathroom to be free.
This is okay as Alex cannot wash her hair everyday.
She gets triangle head.
Alex then managed to strip her bed - which is as high as a bunkbed - whilst sitting on it, and dropping approximately 10 books to the floor from ther reading pile on her bed.
She's reading 'Wild Swans', and Reagan's autobiography.
Alex went to dance today in her friends car. Friend is a very new but good driver. Alex enjoyed the extra minutes at home going with someone else who can't be organised by her mum provided.
Alex wanted to dance at her dance lesson today, but spent three hours providing suggestions for the costumes of her dance teachers show. Most of these were unacceptable. As the show is 'The Magician's Nephew', Alex is Aslan and gets a white shiny catsuit to be painted up, well, 'Cats' style.
Alex has bought a small bit of her wedding outfit today, made vegan brownies, and sticky, transparent, peppermint ice toffee, and found documents for her french research.
Alex also babysat and earn't money whilst fending off a scary dog, teachinga teenage boy how to get further on the the Bounce game provided on Nokia phones and plaiting a little girls hair.
Alex feels she sincerely rocks for this.
Alex also watched a while rugby match today for the first time and found her closet rugby fan. She almost understood it too. Alex feels sheepish for secretly rooting for Wales not England.
Alex is happy.
Again.
Got a Problem With That.
PS...Alex also knitted and frogged the same swatch x lots.
Alex got up and plaited her hair whilst in bed waiting for the bathroom to be free.
This is okay as Alex cannot wash her hair everyday.
She gets triangle head.
Alex then managed to strip her bed - which is as high as a bunkbed - whilst sitting on it, and dropping approximately 10 books to the floor from ther reading pile on her bed.
She's reading 'Wild Swans', and Reagan's autobiography.
Alex went to dance today in her friends car. Friend is a very new but good driver. Alex enjoyed the extra minutes at home going with someone else who can't be organised by her mum provided.
Alex wanted to dance at her dance lesson today, but spent three hours providing suggestions for the costumes of her dance teachers show. Most of these were unacceptable. As the show is 'The Magician's Nephew', Alex is Aslan and gets a white shiny catsuit to be painted up, well, 'Cats' style.
Alex has bought a small bit of her wedding outfit today, made vegan brownies, and sticky, transparent, peppermint ice toffee, and found documents for her french research.
Alex also babysat and earn't money whilst fending off a scary dog, teachinga teenage boy how to get further on the the Bounce game provided on Nokia phones and plaiting a little girls hair.
Alex feels she sincerely rocks for this.
Alex also watched a while rugby match today for the first time and found her closet rugby fan. She almost understood it too. Alex feels sheepish for secretly rooting for Wales not England.
Alex is happy.
Again.
Got a Problem With That.
PS...Alex also knitted and frogged the same swatch x lots.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Yesterday,
I worked on my dance. It's going quite well, but I'm sure that my poor dancers are getting fed up with me. I am, by my own admittance, a hard task mistress. However this once, I'll let myself be as it's my Alevel and I want it to be good. Today I must work through the 'Grief' motif.
When i got in after a history lesson that almost bored me to sleep, I didn't do everything I thought I'd do. You know how it is you get in and get entraced by something, and then you're off on one. I did however use my mum'd cross stitch pattern generating program to make a knitting chart for a piece of art.
Yes a piece of art. I thought I'd marry my two loves in order to inspire me to actually do some art. It's working so far, and I've worked about two inches. Floowing my pattern is hard though as I stupidly printed it in black and white and am now unable to see the grid on the black sections. But I think I'll make it. Next tome I'll follow my mum's instructions and go for red and white or something so the black grid shows through.
It's being worked in black acrylic I found in a stash bag, and some shiny white acylic that looks as if it were hand spun, but isn't if that makes sense.
Lizzy finally emailed me the nice picture of me trying on wedding dresses when I went to Monsoon about a week after getting engaged. As I won't be buying them it doesn't matter if Rob sees so you can see them on a blog near you at some point.
Tonight I'm going to Robs again to cook, like last week. THis is a nice habit I'm getting into, and it makes me feel very happy.
YAY!
When i got in after a history lesson that almost bored me to sleep, I didn't do everything I thought I'd do. You know how it is you get in and get entraced by something, and then you're off on one. I did however use my mum'd cross stitch pattern generating program to make a knitting chart for a piece of art.
Yes a piece of art. I thought I'd marry my two loves in order to inspire me to actually do some art. It's working so far, and I've worked about two inches. Floowing my pattern is hard though as I stupidly printed it in black and white and am now unable to see the grid on the black sections. But I think I'll make it. Next tome I'll follow my mum's instructions and go for red and white or something so the black grid shows through.
It's being worked in black acrylic I found in a stash bag, and some shiny white acylic that looks as if it were hand spun, but isn't if that makes sense.
Lizzy finally emailed me the nice picture of me trying on wedding dresses when I went to Monsoon about a week after getting engaged. As I won't be buying them it doesn't matter if Rob sees so you can see them on a blog near you at some point.
Tonight I'm going to Robs again to cook, like last week. THis is a nice habit I'm getting into, and it makes me feel very happy.
YAY!
Yesterday,
I worked on my dance. It's going quite well, but I'm sure that my poor dancers are getting fed up with me. I am, by my own admittance, a hard task mistress. However this once, I'll let myself be as it's my Alevel and I want it to be good. Today I must work through the 'Grief' motif.
When i got in after a history lesson that almost bored me to sleep, I didn't do everything I thought I'd do. You know how it is you get in and get entraced by something, and then you're off on one. I did however use my mum'd cross stitch pattern generating program to make a knitting chart for a piece of art.
Yes a piece of art. I thought I'd marry my two loves in order to inspire me to actually do some art. It's working so far, and I've worked about two inches. Floowing my pattern is hard though as I stupidly printed it in black and white and am now unable to see the grid on the black sections. But I think I'll make it. Next tome I'll follow my mum's instructions and go for red and white or something so the black grid shows through.
It's being worked in black acrylic I found in a stash bag, and some shiny white acylic that looks as if it were hand spun, but isn't if that makes sense.
Lizzy finally emailed me the nice picture of me trying on wedding dresses when I went to Monsoon about a week after getting engaged. As I won't be buying them it doesn't matter if Rob sees so you can see them on a blog near you at some point.
Tonight I'm going to Robs again to cook, like last week. THis is a nice habit I'm getting into, and it makes me feel very happy.
YAY!
When i got in after a history lesson that almost bored me to sleep, I didn't do everything I thought I'd do. You know how it is you get in and get entraced by something, and then you're off on one. I did however use my mum'd cross stitch pattern generating program to make a knitting chart for a piece of art.
Yes a piece of art. I thought I'd marry my two loves in order to inspire me to actually do some art. It's working so far, and I've worked about two inches. Floowing my pattern is hard though as I stupidly printed it in black and white and am now unable to see the grid on the black sections. But I think I'll make it. Next tome I'll follow my mum's instructions and go for red and white or something so the black grid shows through.
It's being worked in black acrylic I found in a stash bag, and some shiny white acylic that looks as if it were hand spun, but isn't if that makes sense.
Lizzy finally emailed me the nice picture of me trying on wedding dresses when I went to Monsoon about a week after getting engaged. As I won't be buying them it doesn't matter if Rob sees so you can see them on a blog near you at some point.
Tonight I'm going to Robs again to cook, like last week. THis is a nice habit I'm getting into, and it makes me feel very happy.
YAY!
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
I'm moved
Listening to Konstantine - Something Corporate and crying my eyes out with happiness and sheer sadness.
It's moved me in an unknown way. I had an overwhelming desire to tell Rob how much i care for him, to show him that I'm so happy. I really really love him.
Today has been interesting. I went trampolining. I love that feel of freedom, of being in mid air.
I saw two yellow peugeots parked next to each other.
I observed what it's like to be totally smitten.
I'm so happy.
Self esteem = Success
--------
Expectation
I lowered my expectations and now i'm so much happier. I don't need to go to oxford to be happy. I don't need to get a phd to be happy. Can you aspire to mediocracy? In a meritocracy? Alain de Bottan is right. A rigid class system can leave people happier.
And somehow I know what my place should be.
:-)
It's moved me in an unknown way. I had an overwhelming desire to tell Rob how much i care for him, to show him that I'm so happy. I really really love him.
Today has been interesting. I went trampolining. I love that feel of freedom, of being in mid air.
I saw two yellow peugeots parked next to each other.
I observed what it's like to be totally smitten.
I'm so happy.
Self esteem = Success
--------
Expectation
I lowered my expectations and now i'm so much happier. I don't need to go to oxford to be happy. I don't need to get a phd to be happy. Can you aspire to mediocracy? In a meritocracy? Alain de Bottan is right. A rigid class system can leave people happier.
And somehow I know what my place should be.
:-)
I'm moved
Listening to Konstantine - Something Corporate and crying my eyes out with happiness and sheer sadness.
It's moved me in an unknown way. I had an overwhelming desire to tell Rob how much i care for him, to show him that I'm so happy. I really really love him.
Today has been interesting. I went trampolining. I love that feel of freedom, of being in mid air.
I saw two yellow peugeots parked next to each other.
I observed what it's like to be totally smitten.
I'm so happy.
Self esteem = Success
--------
Expectation
I lowered my expectations and now i'm so much happier. I don't need to go to oxford to be happy. I don't need to get a phd to be happy. Can you aspire to mediocracy? In a meritocracy? Alain de Bottan is right. A rigid class system can leave people happier.
And somehow I know what my place should be.
:-)
It's moved me in an unknown way. I had an overwhelming desire to tell Rob how much i care for him, to show him that I'm so happy. I really really love him.
Today has been interesting. I went trampolining. I love that feel of freedom, of being in mid air.
I saw two yellow peugeots parked next to each other.
I observed what it's like to be totally smitten.
I'm so happy.
Self esteem = Success
--------
Expectation
I lowered my expectations and now i'm so much happier. I don't need to go to oxford to be happy. I don't need to get a phd to be happy. Can you aspire to mediocracy? In a meritocracy? Alain de Bottan is right. A rigid class system can leave people happier.
And somehow I know what my place should be.
:-)
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