I do enjoy a good suprise! This week, the lovely people of the LSRfm breakfast show gave me a bit of a treat. I was serviced with an online suprise 70 days till your birthday party! It was fanastsic; I got to choose my own songs, the studio was decked out with balloons and birhday signs, the presenters were smiling with their party hats and lazer trumpets and I was completely oblivious to it, before they dragged me in there! I was spellbound and awestruck, it has truely been one of the best moments of my life.
I just never expected anyone would go to so much effort for me- and then broadcast it to the world!(well bits of it!) But using my evolutionary psychology head I can look at it as a recipricol altruistic act. I gave them prizes before Easter for completing my complex quiz and they gave me a super birthday party. And to go onto a tangent of wisdom I guess this links back to my old school's motto, Ut Severis Seges 'You shall reap what you sow'. Do something good and get good returns!
So thanks guys! It may well end up being superior to my real one, certaintly means I'll have to step up the mark if I try and make the real one the best one. This is further exaggerated by them getting me a cake(raspberry sponge :] )with candles and having an acoustic singer (Hannah Brady) in the studio who sang Happy Birthday to me! 65 days to go now; and I hope they go slowly...
Other suprises this week have been the birth of a new cousin of mine-Maread! And also that hazy skies improve plant productivity, as more of the sun's rays are absorbed, due to increased refraction in the hazy sky- a 'mini greenhouse gas' effect if you will.
Finally, this weeks track is the wonderful Rubber Lover-Marmaduke Duke, it's a little bit of a tune. Introduced to me by the LSRfm playlist and Kye's great taste in music!
PS. Also note I have now added a link on the left which will direct you to a spotify playlist containing all the songs of the weeks which are available on spotify!
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Food
My washing really seems to be piling up this week! I'm going to have to put down another t-shirt for the cleaning machine, 3rd of the week, due not only to the copious amounts of sweating the awesome weather has provided (ew!) but also becuase I'm a messy cooker!
I like to fry things-it's less scary that way. However, cooked oil love to spit and splutter as does the sauce I added afterwards. As a result there are orangey patches of Rogan Josh Curry Sauce all over me :( I am pleased to announce that it tasted bloody fantastic though and most of the taste that we do is through our smelling, which is why I cook so many spicy, pungent foods. Food is definatly the way to this man's heart :D
Speaking of my mouth-wateringly delicious curry and it's pungent Rogan Josh Curry Sauce, I must rant and rave for the establishment that has taken over the empty space from Leeds' beloved Woolworths. Home Bargains has come to town and it's bloody fantastic. Incidently 'bloody fantastic' is my phrase of the week, just thought I'd like to point that out. The sauce itself was 70ish fine English pennies and of the reputable name- Patak's. Rather cheap indeed. I also managed to pick up a bottle of 7up(which I hadn't seen in ages) for a total of 40 pence as well as 10 sponges for 34p, that's 3.4p each!!! I shall be returning in the near future, that is a fact written and a fact percieved.
I may try and mess around with the layout on here sometime this week and make it a little more/less funky depending on how bad at it I am. I shall leave you annoyed that I didn't write anything of much use and with a track of the week- Arts and Crafts- Red Light Company . It's a pretty one. Bye for now!
I like to fry things-it's less scary that way. However, cooked oil love to spit and splutter as does the sauce I added afterwards. As a result there are orangey patches of Rogan Josh Curry Sauce all over me :( I am pleased to announce that it tasted bloody fantastic though and most of the taste that we do is through our smelling, which is why I cook so many spicy, pungent foods. Food is definatly the way to this man's heart :D
Speaking of my mouth-wateringly delicious curry and it's pungent Rogan Josh Curry Sauce, I must rant and rave for the establishment that has taken over the empty space from Leeds' beloved Woolworths. Home Bargains has come to town and it's bloody fantastic. Incidently 'bloody fantastic' is my phrase of the week, just thought I'd like to point that out. The sauce itself was 70ish fine English pennies and of the reputable name- Patak's. Rather cheap indeed. I also managed to pick up a bottle of 7up(which I hadn't seen in ages) for a total of 40 pence as well as 10 sponges for 34p, that's 3.4p each!!! I shall be returning in the near future, that is a fact written and a fact percieved.
I may try and mess around with the layout on here sometime this week and make it a little more/less funky depending on how bad at it I am. I shall leave you annoyed that I didn't write anything of much use and with a track of the week- Arts and Crafts- Red Light Company . It's a pretty one. Bye for now!
Wednesday, 15 April 2009
And on the 7th day he shall post again...
Happy Easter!
Time is a strange thing and it's a thing i'm running out of. The clock has been ticking for a long time now, but it's only recently I started to take note of what is actually left on the timer. I go back to Leeds this weekend, jump into three hectic weeks of last minute learning as both I and my lecturers panic(hopefully resulting in shortening of my syllabus! :P However unlikely that is) as well as wrapping up the year with everyone at Leeds, some for the very last time(ever!) before diving headfirst into a weeks isolatory revision(in an ideal world) with only hayfever to accompany me(in the not so ideal world). Neither of which will go according to plan. Then there are a couple of weeks of exams and it's all over. Full stop.
Today has been a day full of worries. I'm not sure what sparked it, but I became quite irrational at 5am this morning. A combination of the early morning birdsong, the boiler cranking the radiators on, the knowledge I was the only one in the house and the possible sound of someone's voice sent a wave of memories and dreams through my mind convincing me there was someone in the house. It jolted my body and I was instantly awake. After several minutes spent straining my ears for the faintest footstep and staring out of the upstairs windows looking for the 'culprits' I had to make a complete tour of the house to make sure I was alone; and even then I wasn't completely satisfied that I hadn't just imagined something. I've heard about 'letterboxers' from crimewatch programmes on tv and I know that burgulars are a creature of oppurtunity trying doors on every street till they find one that's been left unlocked, rather than planned bluprinted action missions- but somewhere in the depths of me I still worry they'll come back. It's one of my biggest childhood fears(other than dinosaurs!) a fear of people I don't know, particularly burgulars who make their way into my sanctuary from the world, this place called home. I eventually trundled back to sleep before the early morning thunderstorms(which I worried was someone moving our bins haha!) and just missed the postman before I started the day properly.
Driving was also a little scary today. At practically every bottleneck I reached in the road I was met at same time by a vehicle from the other direction! These bottlenecks came in many forms: cars parked on the side of the road, lorries unloading, thin bridges, horses and natural bottlenecks(i.e. road to thin for more than one vehicle). It would have been perfect for several driving theory exam videos! I managed to give way to all traffic and I am still in one piece, as is the car, so I guess I did good! Still wasn't easy though! However I am basically ready to take my actual test now and as long as the examiner isn't crazy, stupid or exceptionally scary I should pass this summer :)
Other good stuff? I spoke to my lil bro this morning and he's having a fanstastic time in NZ which is rather ace, really happy for him. I'm also writing again and I'm trying to keep my flow positive, because positivity breeds positivity whilst negativity breeds negativity. I think it's a little obvious which I'd(and probably all'd) prefer! Here's a sampler:
So I'm going to take it all in my stride, I'm going to learn how to master space and time, I ask forgiveness for all the many lies and I won't stop at nothing, it's the greatest crime.
Track of the week is from a band I literally only heard of minutes ago: Deportees- Who Is Going To Meet Me
The link is spotified :P to make it easier for spotifiers. Incidentally if you aren't a spotifier go make yourself one because it's rather fantastic.
I shall leave ye be, there are earthquakes in need of arrest...
Time is a strange thing and it's a thing i'm running out of. The clock has been ticking for a long time now, but it's only recently I started to take note of what is actually left on the timer. I go back to Leeds this weekend, jump into three hectic weeks of last minute learning as both I and my lecturers panic(hopefully resulting in shortening of my syllabus! :P However unlikely that is) as well as wrapping up the year with everyone at Leeds, some for the very last time(ever!) before diving headfirst into a weeks isolatory revision(in an ideal world) with only hayfever to accompany me(in the not so ideal world). Neither of which will go according to plan. Then there are a couple of weeks of exams and it's all over. Full stop.
Today has been a day full of worries. I'm not sure what sparked it, but I became quite irrational at 5am this morning. A combination of the early morning birdsong, the boiler cranking the radiators on, the knowledge I was the only one in the house and the possible sound of someone's voice sent a wave of memories and dreams through my mind convincing me there was someone in the house. It jolted my body and I was instantly awake. After several minutes spent straining my ears for the faintest footstep and staring out of the upstairs windows looking for the 'culprits' I had to make a complete tour of the house to make sure I was alone; and even then I wasn't completely satisfied that I hadn't just imagined something. I've heard about 'letterboxers' from crimewatch programmes on tv and I know that burgulars are a creature of oppurtunity trying doors on every street till they find one that's been left unlocked, rather than planned bluprinted action missions- but somewhere in the depths of me I still worry they'll come back. It's one of my biggest childhood fears(other than dinosaurs!) a fear of people I don't know, particularly burgulars who make their way into my sanctuary from the world, this place called home. I eventually trundled back to sleep before the early morning thunderstorms(which I worried was someone moving our bins haha!) and just missed the postman before I started the day properly.
Driving was also a little scary today. At practically every bottleneck I reached in the road I was met at same time by a vehicle from the other direction! These bottlenecks came in many forms: cars parked on the side of the road, lorries unloading, thin bridges, horses and natural bottlenecks(i.e. road to thin for more than one vehicle). It would have been perfect for several driving theory exam videos! I managed to give way to all traffic and I am still in one piece, as is the car, so I guess I did good! Still wasn't easy though! However I am basically ready to take my actual test now and as long as the examiner isn't crazy, stupid or exceptionally scary I should pass this summer :)
Other good stuff? I spoke to my lil bro this morning and he's having a fanstastic time in NZ which is rather ace, really happy for him. I'm also writing again and I'm trying to keep my flow positive, because positivity breeds positivity whilst negativity breeds negativity. I think it's a little obvious which I'd(and probably all'd) prefer! Here's a sampler:
So I'm going to take it all in my stride, I'm going to learn how to master space and time, I ask forgiveness for all the many lies and I won't stop at nothing, it's the greatest crime.
Track of the week is from a band I literally only heard of minutes ago: Deportees- Who Is Going To Meet Me
The link is spotified :P to make it easier for spotifiers. Incidentally if you aren't a spotifier go make yourself one because it's rather fantastic.
I shall leave ye be, there are earthquakes in need of arrest...
Wednesday, 8 April 2009
Birth a new era?
"Velcommen to ze vorld of ze blogosphere" is the personal welcome I'd have wished for, but it didn't happen. Mostly because I didn't have my speakers plugged in, but also because nobody has been employed for my personal preferences thus far; probably a good thing.
The time is two minutes past zero and my reign of terror has begun. I haven't actually done any writing of any kind (any kind meaning anything other than nonsensical barbage) in a very long time and I shall use this tiny corner of the interwebs to allow myself to spew beautiful poetic lexis to the few people I know and of them, the few who will actually take time out of their busy lifestyles to read what I have to say- which as far as I am concerned is considerably little. Therefore I am expanding my interests, literary and otherwise to involve writing such that I can practise and perfect my ability to write in length and to be able to check my intrinsic writing style against myself(maybe others) for the grand purpose of proof reading and perhaps eventual writings!
It sickens me (ans gives me a profound sense of joy [hehehe]) that I have gotten away with not having to write any more than probably 5000 words (excluding exams) throughout the whole of my university career, so I feel rather inadequate whenever I hear the bells toll announcing the time of writing- thank goodness I don't have to write a thesis eh?
I put this down to a whole host of reasons, foremostly that at heart I am an analytic and have a need to make sense of how things work and why- though often not on a chemical scale! Chemistry gives my brain bad reactions and through them aches. Secondmostly I put it down to my writing style; I like to chuck in plenty of colloquial speak, which doesn't always bode well, especially when I'm trying to write formally and I guess shows that I have my lines of communication all muddled up(as I am a very timid speaker).
Anyhow, that's enough about my vanity of my writing, me and all such clutter for now. The great thing about this post is that it iss the first; and hence should be read the least :D
I plan to post here weekly(as if!) and as part of this grandmaster's scheme I present to you my track of the week. This one's going to big this summer, it isn't yet released but it's already rocking my boat right out to sea!
Without holding it aloof any longer I can reveal to you this weeks dancestep will be to the tune of Bonkers by Dizzee Rascal
!i!i!Grunge out!i!i!
The time is two minutes past zero and my reign of terror has begun. I haven't actually done any writing of any kind (any kind meaning anything other than nonsensical barbage) in a very long time and I shall use this tiny corner of the interwebs to allow myself to spew beautiful poetic lexis to the few people I know and of them, the few who will actually take time out of their busy lifestyles to read what I have to say- which as far as I am concerned is considerably little. Therefore I am expanding my interests, literary and otherwise to involve writing such that I can practise and perfect my ability to write in length and to be able to check my intrinsic writing style against myself(maybe others) for the grand purpose of proof reading and perhaps eventual writings!
It sickens me (ans gives me a profound sense of joy [hehehe]) that I have gotten away with not having to write any more than probably 5000 words (excluding exams) throughout the whole of my university career, so I feel rather inadequate whenever I hear the bells toll announcing the time of writing- thank goodness I don't have to write a thesis eh?
I put this down to a whole host of reasons, foremostly that at heart I am an analytic and have a need to make sense of how things work and why- though often not on a chemical scale! Chemistry gives my brain bad reactions and through them aches. Secondmostly I put it down to my writing style; I like to chuck in plenty of colloquial speak, which doesn't always bode well, especially when I'm trying to write formally and I guess shows that I have my lines of communication all muddled up(as I am a very timid speaker).
Anyhow, that's enough about my vanity of my writing, me and all such clutter for now. The great thing about this post is that it iss the first; and hence should be read the least :D
I plan to post here weekly(as if!) and as part of this grandmaster's scheme I present to you my track of the week. This one's going to big this summer, it isn't yet released but it's already rocking my boat right out to sea!
Without holding it aloof any longer I can reveal to you this weeks dancestep will be to the tune of Bonkers by Dizzee Rascal
!i!i!Grunge out!i!i!
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