Saturday, July 22, 2006
Friday, July 21, 2006
Trains
The commute is perhaps one of the nicest things about my working life. That's not something you hear everyday, is it? The train journey from Westbury to Bath, especially in the early mornings is dreamy. It encompasses rolling green fields, misty valleys and quaint villages made of Bath stone that glow in the early morning sunshine.
I like to sit by the window, head angled against the glass. From this vantage I can watch the rails go past, great long silver snakes that are constant agaist the blur of the landscape. They connect me with home, and connect me with work and don't change wherever I go.
Trains are one of my favourite forms of transport. They hold memories for me. The first I remember is going to Southampton with my mother, to stay with my grandparents. There's a new label on my rucksack that I make my mother read to me. It has my adress on it, and it's in it gets lost. I remember the ribena we bought in cartons from the refreshments trolley, and me being adament I had to give my own ticket to the conductor, not my mother.
Other memories encompass those shopping trips you'd take with friends in the summer holidays, buying pittance but loveing the excitement of being teenagers out without parents. Then come the one where I'd be snuggled in someone's lap on the way home from the cinema. Then the most recent, the glimmering journeys to Southampton, full of books and learning and interesting conversations with my fellow passengers.
I love travelling on the train when I went to Holland with my family. We travelled from Wassenaar to Amsterdam on a double decker tilty train that was clean and fast and puctual and oh - so - cheap! I look forward to the trip from the airport to Centraal Station when Chris and I go to Amsterdam, even though it's a notorius journey for thieves. I shall sit on my bag and refuse to be distracted by knocks on the window and my fellow passengers. I shall even ignore you, Chris, and breathe in that train carriage smell and make a new train memory to add to all my others.
Of course, another nice things baout trains is the fact that they provide nice mindless, empty time for knitting. My cushion cover is coming on well, I am about 1/3 through the back, and debating closures. I think I might make it longer than half of the front and make and envelope type closure to slip the cushion pad through.
----Edit for Yellow----
I like to sit by the window, head angled against the glass. From this vantage I can watch the rails go past, great long silver snakes that are constant agaist the blur of the landscape. They connect me with home, and connect me with work and don't change wherever I go.
Trains are one of my favourite forms of transport. They hold memories for me. The first I remember is going to Southampton with my mother, to stay with my grandparents. There's a new label on my rucksack that I make my mother read to me. It has my adress on it, and it's in it gets lost. I remember the ribena we bought in cartons from the refreshments trolley, and me being adament I had to give my own ticket to the conductor, not my mother.
Other memories encompass those shopping trips you'd take with friends in the summer holidays, buying pittance but loveing the excitement of being teenagers out without parents. Then come the one where I'd be snuggled in someone's lap on the way home from the cinema. Then the most recent, the glimmering journeys to Southampton, full of books and learning and interesting conversations with my fellow passengers.
I love travelling on the train when I went to Holland with my family. We travelled from Wassenaar to Amsterdam on a double decker tilty train that was clean and fast and puctual and oh - so - cheap! I look forward to the trip from the airport to Centraal Station when Chris and I go to Amsterdam, even though it's a notorius journey for thieves. I shall sit on my bag and refuse to be distracted by knocks on the window and my fellow passengers. I shall even ignore you, Chris, and breathe in that train carriage smell and make a new train memory to add to all my others.
Of course, another nice things baout trains is the fact that they provide nice mindless, empty time for knitting. My cushion cover is coming on well, I am about 1/3 through the back, and debating closures. I think I might make it longer than half of the front and make and envelope type closure to slip the cushion pad through.
----Edit for Yellow----
Trains
The commute is perhaps one of the nicest things about my working life. That's not something you hear everyday, is it? The train journey from Westbury to Bath, especially in the early mornings is dreamy. It encompasses rolling green fields, misty valleys and quaint villages made of Bath stone that glow in the early morning sunshine.
I like to sit by the window, head angled against the glass. From this vantage I can watch the rails go past, great long silver snakes that are constant agaist the blur of the landscape. They connect me with home, and connect me with work and don't change wherever I go.
Trains are one of my favourite forms of transport. They hold memories for me. The first I remember is going to Southampton with my mother, to stay with my grandparents. There's a new label on my rucksack that I make my mother read to me. It has my adress on it, and it's in it gets lost. I remember the ribena we bought in cartons from the refreshments trolley, and me being adament I had to give my own ticket to the conductor, not my mother.
Other memories encompass those shopping trips you'd take with friends in the summer holidays, buying pittance but loveing the excitement of being teenagers out without parents. Then come the one where I'd be snuggled in someone's lap on the way home from the cinema. Then the most recent, the glimmering journeys to Southampton, full of books and learning and interesting conversations with my fellow passengers.
I love travelling on the train when I went to Holland with my family. We travelled from Wassenaar to Amsterdam on a double decker tilty train that was clean and fast and puctual and oh - so - cheap! I look forward to the trip from the airport to Centraal Station when Chris and I go to Amsterdam, even though it's a notorius journey for thieves. I shall sit on my bag and refuse to be distracted by knocks on the window and my fellow passengers. I shall even ignore you, Chris, and breathe in that train carriage smell and make a new train memory to add to all my others.
Of course, another nice things baout trains is the fact that they provide nice mindless, empty time for knitting. My cushion cover is coming on well, I am about 1/3 through the back, and debating closures. I think I might make it longer than half of the front and make and envelope type closure to slip the cushion pad through.
----Edit for Yellow----
I like to sit by the window, head angled against the glass. From this vantage I can watch the rails go past, great long silver snakes that are constant agaist the blur of the landscape. They connect me with home, and connect me with work and don't change wherever I go.
Trains are one of my favourite forms of transport. They hold memories for me. The first I remember is going to Southampton with my mother, to stay with my grandparents. There's a new label on my rucksack that I make my mother read to me. It has my adress on it, and it's in it gets lost. I remember the ribena we bought in cartons from the refreshments trolley, and me being adament I had to give my own ticket to the conductor, not my mother.
Other memories encompass those shopping trips you'd take with friends in the summer holidays, buying pittance but loveing the excitement of being teenagers out without parents. Then come the one where I'd be snuggled in someone's lap on the way home from the cinema. Then the most recent, the glimmering journeys to Southampton, full of books and learning and interesting conversations with my fellow passengers.
I love travelling on the train when I went to Holland with my family. We travelled from Wassenaar to Amsterdam on a double decker tilty train that was clean and fast and puctual and oh - so - cheap! I look forward to the trip from the airport to Centraal Station when Chris and I go to Amsterdam, even though it's a notorius journey for thieves. I shall sit on my bag and refuse to be distracted by knocks on the window and my fellow passengers. I shall even ignore you, Chris, and breathe in that train carriage smell and make a new train memory to add to all my others.
Of course, another nice things baout trains is the fact that they provide nice mindless, empty time for knitting. My cushion cover is coming on well, I am about 1/3 through the back, and debating closures. I think I might make it longer than half of the front and make and envelope type closure to slip the cushion pad through.
----Edit for Yellow----
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Touching words....
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
We're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us
Existentialism On Prom Night -Straylight Run
Just a snippet from the song of today, the one that is gripping my heart and smushing it into a thousand pieces. They may be indie kids with whiny voices but their lyrics hurt in the best possible way. I want to sing this at an open mic night. I want to be in a band, that has a funky violinst and a sax and a trumpet and bongos. I want to feel again.
I shall sing like no one is listening today as I walk down the hill.
Touching words....
Keep it all going,
This delicate balance,
Vulnerable all knowing,
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, kill for this
Sing like you think no one's listening,
You would kill for this,
Just a little bit,
Just a little bit,
You would, you would...
Sing me something soft,
Sad and delicate,
Or loud and out of key,
Sing me anything,
We're glad for what we've got,
Done with what we've lost
Our whole lives laid out right in front of us
Existentialism On Prom Night -Straylight Run
Just a snippet from the song of today, the one that is gripping my heart and smushing it into a thousand pieces. They may be indie kids with whiny voices but their lyrics hurt in the best possible way. I want to sing this at an open mic night. I want to be in a band, that has a funky violinst and a sax and a trumpet and bongos. I want to feel again.
I shall sing like no one is listening today as I walk down the hill.
Music I must choreograph
Pavane by Regina Carter
Next Year by Jamie Cullum
Bliss by Muse
New Born by Muse
Next Year by Jamie Cullum
Bliss by Muse
New Born by Muse
Music I must choreograph
Pavane by Regina Carter
Next Year by Jamie Cullum
Bliss by Muse
New Born by Muse
Next Year by Jamie Cullum
Bliss by Muse
New Born by Muse
Monday, July 17, 2006
Knitting my way through.
There are so many knit possibilities in the air. New houses mean new house - y type gifts for friends.
This is the manly cushion I am working on for the lads's house. You can see my work computer in there. I sit inside at lunch times and knit in the cool. It was 32 degrees C today outside. Nice - but not for my fair skin.
And - because I can - more from Tim's Birthday
Knitting my way through.
There are so many knit possibilities in the air. New houses mean new house - y type gifts for friends.
This is the manly cushion I am working on for the lads's house. You can see my work computer in there. I sit inside at lunch times and knit in the cool. It was 32 degrees C today outside. Nice - but not for my fair skin.
And - because I can - more from Tim's Birthday
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Other things I've been up to...
Tim's Birthday. Sarah's glasses got passed around.
See they get everywhere.
Tim diggs into the brownies I made him as his gift. Search for Vegan Brownies on Allrecipes.com
Me attacking brownies!
Other things I've been up to...
Tim's Birthday. Sarah's glasses got passed around.
See they get everywhere.
Tim diggs into the brownies I made him as his gift. Search for Vegan Brownies on Allrecipes.com
Me attacking brownies!
Pics pics pics!
I shall begin with a vinette on my relaxing weekend in Soton.
This is Bath Spa station. My train was half an hour late so I moped and read magazines.
This is Chris in his study - look how hard he's not working. The lads do not have internet yet and are slowly going mad. This is also affecting Chris's project with Google. So hurry up ACE internet.
This is the cool Little Mermaid/ under the sea mural in the bathroom.
This is Filthy in his room, probably about to watch more anime or Monty Python.
I played with the settings on my camera and went to a museum to research for next term's grou[p project on the Romans in Hampshire. A big hey to the nice man there who gave me loads of book references to look up.
This is what Wiltshire looks like through a train window. I'm not an outdoorsy person, but I do miss the greeness of it.
Inside The Talking Heads on Saturday night. This place had a really nice atmosphere.
Chris and a mouthful of Bombardier....:-P (Sorry couldn't resist!)
Pics pics pics!
I shall begin with a vinette on my relaxing weekend in Soton.
This is Bath Spa station. My train was half an hour late so I moped and read magazines.
This is Chris in his study - look how hard he's not working. The lads do not have internet yet and are slowly going mad. This is also affecting Chris's project with Google. So hurry up ACE internet.
This is the cool Little Mermaid/ under the sea mural in the bathroom.
This is Filthy in his room, probably about to watch more anime or Monty Python.
I played with the settings on my camera and went to a museum to research for next term's grou[p project on the Romans in Hampshire. A big hey to the nice man there who gave me loads of book references to look up.
This is what Wiltshire looks like through a train window. I'm not an outdoorsy person, but I do miss the greeness of it.
Inside The Talking Heads on Saturday night. This place had a really nice atmosphere.
Chris and a mouthful of Bombardier....:-P (Sorry couldn't resist!)
Friday, July 14, 2006
And I thought I was doing so well...
I thought I had my Cutty look down. Hot black pencil skirt, layered vests, one white cotton, one floaty green chiffon, pearls, black cardigan with lace trim and killer heels.
Then a woman from the office opposite walked in.
Black wrap dress and my heels, but in teal green satin. Coiffed blonde locks and a healthy tan.
I felt so inadequate.
God I'm superficial!
Then a woman from the office opposite walked in.
Black wrap dress and my heels, but in teal green satin. Coiffed blonde locks and a healthy tan.
I felt so inadequate.
God I'm superficial!
And I thought I was doing so well...
I thought I had my Cutty look down. Hot black pencil skirt, layered vests, one white cotton, one floaty green chiffon, pearls, black cardigan with lace trim and killer heels.
Then a woman from the office opposite walked in.
Black wrap dress and my heels, but in teal green satin. Coiffed blonde locks and a healthy tan.
I felt so inadequate.
God I'm superficial!
Then a woman from the office opposite walked in.
Black wrap dress and my heels, but in teal green satin. Coiffed blonde locks and a healthy tan.
I felt so inadequate.
God I'm superficial!
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Camera Camera Camera Camera!
Guess what - I've got one!!!
Well really I've got another one. I have a Sony DSC-P8, which I bought off the lovely Simon.
So expect pictures falling out your ears. I don't know why I typed that last bit. Wierd, but I'll keep it in.
I'm going to have crafty and knitting pictures, food pictures and pictures of my friends
Camera Camera Camera Camera!
Guess what - I've got one!!!
Well really I've got another one. I have a Sony DSC-P8, which I bought off the lovely Simon.
So expect pictures falling out your ears. I don't know why I typed that last bit. Wierd, but I'll keep it in.
I'm going to have crafty and knitting pictures, food pictures and pictures of my friends
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Slowly going mad.
am I.
This working business doesn't help much. First there's the early starts, fighting my dad and my sister for a space in the bathroom. I've got used to wondering out whenever I see fit, not this sharing malarky. I hope next year I don't run into the same trouble.
Then there's the 'what - do - I - wear - work -?' jumble of thoughts either the night before or when I've stumbled out of the bathroom. Now some parts of the workforce dress very casually, jeans, hoodies and the like. My office is full of men in suits and ties. Women could wear this but I think I'd look silly. I want to look feminine and professional. I've been trying to emulate Cutty from House as I think she gets the balance right.
The journey to work is a silent one, chilled by the air conditioning if I'm travelling with my Dad. Both of us are not - I repeat - not, morning people. Why he insists having the air con on even when it's cold, I do not know. I suppose, if I think hard enough, it's to wake him up. I just want to curl up in the warm and sleep some more. Oh sleep how I missed thee!
I have to take a bus up and down the hill to work after Dad has dropped me off, or from the station if he hasn't. This involves trying to explain to Eastern European bus drivers where I want to go. Either they are deaf, or I cannot speak properly. From the numerous occasions in the past, where even my nearest and dearest think I'm saying 'smarty pants' instead of 'ambulance' for example, I clearly suffer from a surfeit of constenants.
I've worked out I will spend approx £350 travelling to work this summer. That's my £2700 less quite a bit. The holiday is going to take a dent out of that. And the laptop I just HAVE to buy. Leaving me Let's say £1800 to pay for the rent for the house I am NOT living in this summer. Gah.
The work its self is mainly typing and spreadsheet making, and I wasn't expecting anything else really.
Being home sucks ass. Everything's changed and feels wrong and I want to go home. To my other home. Where I can be me. But when I'm there, I feel like I'm intruding there too.
Chris, if you read this it's hidden in white on the real post, but it should show up on your bloglines account. It's a secret message. Its boring without you and I miss you. Am i being stalkery enough yet...:-P
This working business doesn't help much. First there's the early starts, fighting my dad and my sister for a space in the bathroom. I've got used to wondering out whenever I see fit, not this sharing malarky. I hope next year I don't run into the same trouble.
Then there's the 'what - do - I - wear - work -?' jumble of thoughts either the night before or when I've stumbled out of the bathroom. Now some parts of the workforce dress very casually, jeans, hoodies and the like. My office is full of men in suits and ties. Women could wear this but I think I'd look silly. I want to look feminine and professional. I've been trying to emulate Cutty from House as I think she gets the balance right.
The journey to work is a silent one, chilled by the air conditioning if I'm travelling with my Dad. Both of us are not - I repeat - not, morning people. Why he insists having the air con on even when it's cold, I do not know. I suppose, if I think hard enough, it's to wake him up. I just want to curl up in the warm and sleep some more. Oh sleep how I missed thee!
I have to take a bus up and down the hill to work after Dad has dropped me off, or from the station if he hasn't. This involves trying to explain to Eastern European bus drivers where I want to go. Either they are deaf, or I cannot speak properly. From the numerous occasions in the past, where even my nearest and dearest think I'm saying 'smarty pants' instead of 'ambulance' for example, I clearly suffer from a surfeit of constenants.
I've worked out I will spend approx £350 travelling to work this summer. That's my £2700 less quite a bit. The holiday is going to take a dent out of that. And the laptop I just HAVE to buy. Leaving me Let's say £1800 to pay for the rent for the house I am NOT living in this summer. Gah.
The work its self is mainly typing and spreadsheet making, and I wasn't expecting anything else really.
Being home sucks ass. Everything's changed and feels wrong and I want to go home. To my other home. Where I can be me. But when I'm there, I feel like I'm intruding there too.
Chris, if you read this it's hidden in white on the real post, but it should show up on your bloglines account. It's a secret message. Its boring without you and I miss you. Am i being stalkery enough yet...:-P
Slowly going mad.
am I.
This working business doesn't help much. First there's the early starts, fighting my dad and my sister for a space in the bathroom. I've got used to wondering out whenever I see fit, not this sharing malarky. I hope next year I don't run into the same trouble.
Then there's the 'what - do - I - wear - work -?' jumble of thoughts either the night before or when I've stumbled out of the bathroom. Now some parts of the workforce dress very casually, jeans, hoodies and the like. My office is full of men in suits and ties. Women could wear this but I think I'd look silly. I want to look feminine and professional. I've been trying to emulate Cutty from House as I think she gets the balance right.
The journey to work is a silent one, chilled by the air conditioning if I'm travelling with my Dad. Both of us are not - I repeat - not, morning people. Why he insists having the air con on even when it's cold, I do not know. I suppose, if I think hard enough, it's to wake him up. I just want to curl up in the warm and sleep some more. Oh sleep how I missed thee!
I have to take a bus up and down the hill to work after Dad has dropped me off, or from the station if he hasn't. This involves trying to explain to Eastern European bus drivers where I want to go. Either they are deaf, or I cannot speak properly. From the numerous occasions in the past, where even my nearest and dearest think I'm saying 'smarty pants' instead of 'ambulance' for example, I clearly suffer from a surfeit of constenants.
I've worked out I will spend approx £350 travelling to work this summer. That's my £2700 less quite a bit. The holiday is going to take a dent out of that. And the laptop I just HAVE to buy. Leaving me Let's say £1800 to pay for the rent for the house I am NOT living in this summer. Gah.
The work its self is mainly typing and spreadsheet making, and I wasn't expecting anything else really.
Being home sucks ass. Everything's changed and feels wrong and I want to go home. To my other home. Where I can be me. But when I'm there, I feel like I'm intruding there too.
Chris, if you read this it's hidden in white on the real post, but it should show up on your bloglines account. It's a secret message. Its boring without you and I miss you. Am i being stalkery enough yet...:-P
This working business doesn't help much. First there's the early starts, fighting my dad and my sister for a space in the bathroom. I've got used to wondering out whenever I see fit, not this sharing malarky. I hope next year I don't run into the same trouble.
Then there's the 'what - do - I - wear - work -?' jumble of thoughts either the night before or when I've stumbled out of the bathroom. Now some parts of the workforce dress very casually, jeans, hoodies and the like. My office is full of men in suits and ties. Women could wear this but I think I'd look silly. I want to look feminine and professional. I've been trying to emulate Cutty from House as I think she gets the balance right.
The journey to work is a silent one, chilled by the air conditioning if I'm travelling with my Dad. Both of us are not - I repeat - not, morning people. Why he insists having the air con on even when it's cold, I do not know. I suppose, if I think hard enough, it's to wake him up. I just want to curl up in the warm and sleep some more. Oh sleep how I missed thee!
I have to take a bus up and down the hill to work after Dad has dropped me off, or from the station if he hasn't. This involves trying to explain to Eastern European bus drivers where I want to go. Either they are deaf, or I cannot speak properly. From the numerous occasions in the past, where even my nearest and dearest think I'm saying 'smarty pants' instead of 'ambulance' for example, I clearly suffer from a surfeit of constenants.
I've worked out I will spend approx £350 travelling to work this summer. That's my £2700 less quite a bit. The holiday is going to take a dent out of that. And the laptop I just HAVE to buy. Leaving me Let's say £1800 to pay for the rent for the house I am NOT living in this summer. Gah.
The work its self is mainly typing and spreadsheet making, and I wasn't expecting anything else really.
Being home sucks ass. Everything's changed and feels wrong and I want to go home. To my other home. Where I can be me. But when I'm there, I feel like I'm intruding there too.
Chris, if you read this it's hidden in white on the real post, but it should show up on your bloglines account. It's a secret message. Its boring without you and I miss you. Am i being stalkery enough yet...:-P
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Weekend
I've been back in Southampton for the weekend, helping people rearrange furniture, watching Farscape and cooking. Even though it was busybusy, I feel very very relaxed for having been away from the busybusy of home.
I've also recieved my marks for the year which I'm more than happy with. 67.25 is my yearly average, a high 2:1, and the breakdown is as follows:
How to Study History: 65
History and its Sources: 67
WW1: 62
Early Jewish Magic: 64
Historiography: 69
Uses and Abuses of History:69
The First Crusade: 74
Russia in Revolution: 68
The First Cru mark was s shock as it was one I struggled with, had missed a fair few lectures due to illness and had not really been intersted by. Funny how it all works out eh?
I've also recieved my marks for the year which I'm more than happy with. 67.25 is my yearly average, a high 2:1, and the breakdown is as follows:
How to Study History: 65
History and its Sources: 67
WW1: 62
Early Jewish Magic: 64
Historiography: 69
Uses and Abuses of History:69
The First Crusade: 74
Russia in Revolution: 68
The First Cru mark was s shock as it was one I struggled with, had missed a fair few lectures due to illness and had not really been intersted by. Funny how it all works out eh?
Weekend
I've been back in Southampton for the weekend, helping people rearrange furniture, watching Farscape and cooking. Even though it was busybusy, I feel very very relaxed for having been away from the busybusy of home.
I've also recieved my marks for the year which I'm more than happy with. 67.25 is my yearly average, a high 2:1, and the breakdown is as follows:
How to Study History: 65
History and its Sources: 67
WW1: 62
Early Jewish Magic: 64
Historiography: 69
Uses and Abuses of History:69
The First Crusade: 74
Russia in Revolution: 68
The First Cru mark was s shock as it was one I struggled with, had missed a fair few lectures due to illness and had not really been intersted by. Funny how it all works out eh?
I've also recieved my marks for the year which I'm more than happy with. 67.25 is my yearly average, a high 2:1, and the breakdown is as follows:
How to Study History: 65
History and its Sources: 67
WW1: 62
Early Jewish Magic: 64
Historiography: 69
Uses and Abuses of History:69
The First Crusade: 74
Russia in Revolution: 68
The First Cru mark was s shock as it was one I struggled with, had missed a fair few lectures due to illness and had not really been intersted by. Funny how it all works out eh?
Friday, July 07, 2006
Fix You
Fix You by Coldplay
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse and the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose something you can't replace
when you love some one but it goes to waste
could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
I know Coldplay are a cliche. I know that they represent asinine music for the middle classes. But they summed up my mood today as I ripped up paper to the strains of Radio 1. If I never try I'l never know.
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse and the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose something you can't replace
when you love some one but it goes to waste
could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
I know Coldplay are a cliche. I know that they represent asinine music for the middle classes. But they summed up my mood today as I ripped up paper to the strains of Radio 1. If I never try I'l never know.
Fix You
Fix You by Coldplay
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse and the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose something you can't replace
when you love some one but it goes to waste
could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
I know Coldplay are a cliche. I know that they represent asinine music for the middle classes. But they summed up my mood today as I ripped up paper to the strains of Radio 1. If I never try I'l never know.
When you try your best but you don't succeed
When you get what you want but not what you need
When you feel so tired but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse and the tears come streaming down your face
when you lose something you can't replace
when you love some one but it goes to waste
could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
High up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you.
I know Coldplay are a cliche. I know that they represent asinine music for the middle classes. But they summed up my mood today as I ripped up paper to the strains of Radio 1. If I never try I'l never know.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
New Job
but because I signed the official secret act, I'm not allowed to write about working here till I've finished working here.
Needless to say its ok pay - not as good as last year at Pickfords, but enough to keep me going. The people are nice. But there doesn't seem to be much work yet.
Had fantastic time talking to my parents and my oldest little sister last night. Mum was telling us all about her day, but we kept going off on tangents, and then those tangents had tangents. Mum insisted on drawing us back to her day as well. So it was amusing and odd. I've never really been one for talking to my parents, but I tried hard to talk to them as if they were normal people. It worked!
Nothing much else planned for the week really. Might start using the red cotton fabric my mum bought me. It's sprinkled with large white spots, so I'm going to make a grown up version of a minnie mouse dress. Think roland mouret galaxy in red and white spots with a split at the back.
Well that's all for now....I shall try and be more interesting in the future.
Needless to say its ok pay - not as good as last year at Pickfords, but enough to keep me going. The people are nice. But there doesn't seem to be much work yet.
Had fantastic time talking to my parents and my oldest little sister last night. Mum was telling us all about her day, but we kept going off on tangents, and then those tangents had tangents. Mum insisted on drawing us back to her day as well. So it was amusing and odd. I've never really been one for talking to my parents, but I tried hard to talk to them as if they were normal people. It worked!
Nothing much else planned for the week really. Might start using the red cotton fabric my mum bought me. It's sprinkled with large white spots, so I'm going to make a grown up version of a minnie mouse dress. Think roland mouret galaxy in red and white spots with a split at the back.
Well that's all for now....I shall try and be more interesting in the future.
New Job
but because I signed the official secret act, I'm not allowed to write about working here till I've finished working here.
Needless to say its ok pay - not as good as last year at Pickfords, but enough to keep me going. The people are nice. But there doesn't seem to be much work yet.
Had fantastic time talking to my parents and my oldest little sister last night. Mum was telling us all about her day, but we kept going off on tangents, and then those tangents had tangents. Mum insisted on drawing us back to her day as well. So it was amusing and odd. I've never really been one for talking to my parents, but I tried hard to talk to them as if they were normal people. It worked!
Nothing much else planned for the week really. Might start using the red cotton fabric my mum bought me. It's sprinkled with large white spots, so I'm going to make a grown up version of a minnie mouse dress. Think roland mouret galaxy in red and white spots with a split at the back.
Well that's all for now....I shall try and be more interesting in the future.
Needless to say its ok pay - not as good as last year at Pickfords, but enough to keep me going. The people are nice. But there doesn't seem to be much work yet.
Had fantastic time talking to my parents and my oldest little sister last night. Mum was telling us all about her day, but we kept going off on tangents, and then those tangents had tangents. Mum insisted on drawing us back to her day as well. So it was amusing and odd. I've never really been one for talking to my parents, but I tried hard to talk to them as if they were normal people. It worked!
Nothing much else planned for the week really. Might start using the red cotton fabric my mum bought me. It's sprinkled with large white spots, so I'm going to make a grown up version of a minnie mouse dress. Think roland mouret galaxy in red and white spots with a split at the back.
Well that's all for now....I shall try and be more interesting in the future.
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