Skating Around the Truth

Ok, so I realise I'm like one of the worst bloggers in the world. But I promise to try and update more often. If for no other reason, that this is actually mildly therapeutic. I don't actually know how many people bother to read these, but hey. It's keeping me out of trouble for 5 minutes.

Honestly, I've not been feeling too great lately. I think it's that time of year again. I am not winters biggest fan.

Mirror mirror where's the crystal palace
But I only can see the myself
Skating around the truth who I am
But I know the ice is getting thin

How long til that ice cracks? I think I need to sit up, and pay attention to what my mind is screaming at me. But instead I'm turning down the volume control on my mind and trying to blast it out by lying to myself. How long is it ok to keep running from yourself?

Ok, I realise it's been like a month and a half since I last updated. But I've been crazy busy. I won't bore you with all the details, but I've moved house and started my new course at uni. Into week 3 now, and so far it's going great. I'm loving it.

I did actually have a whole blog entry planned the other day whilst I was driving home from uni. And now I can't remember what it was about at all. And I'm not going to go off on a random rant like I did last time about Galileo.

I have been talking about Galileo a lot lately though. Fun times. Haha. And I still can't help but burst into song every time I hear his name...

As for this moment in time, I think its time to rekindle my love affair with Vicks vapour rub. Gonna head to bed with some rubbed on my chest in the hope I can breathe whilst asleep.

Night all.
x X x

Galileo, Galileo!!!

Hmmm... I actually had a topic in mind for this blog entry about 5 minutes ago, yet, between then and now I've forgotten entirely. However, in that 5 minutes I did bring up the Google homepage in order to search for something (which I also managed to forget) and found out that today, 25.08.09, is the 400th anniversary of Galileo's telescope...

Unfortunately (or maybe not) for Galileo, a large number of the population after hearing his name would now be singing 'Galileo Galileo' in a mix of high and low pitched notes.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me
Galileo, Galileo,
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo figaro-magnifico...

Now, what would it be better to be famous for? Being a scientific genius or the Queen song? Would you be annoyed if you were really famous for something and then something like a song came along and stole the thunder of your real achievements? If you catch my drift. (I am half asleep whilst writing this. Forgive me :-P ) I'm actually unsure. If I was some sort of genius, I think I'd like to be known for the things I achieved... But then again, in our dear friend Galileo's case, I think he might find it amusing if every time someone said his name they'd be singing it. Or would that get kinda old kinda quick? Though, I must admit, I'm mildly amused by the thought of someone going up to Galileo himself and greeting him by singing 'Galileo, Galileo'. Judging by his portrait, he might not be so amused...





I think I really need to stop blogging when I'm tired... Though now I won't be able to sleep because I'll be singing Bohemian Rhapsody all night. Awesome song... But not really sleepy type music.

Fact of the Day : Galileo, not Einstein, first came up with the theory of relativity. Einstein developed the idea further and came to what we know it to be. Now, if you happen to watch that episode of QI with friends or family, you can be clever and know the answer to that question. :-P

Sleepytimes me thinks.
Much love.

A short note...

I know I said before that missing someone can in fact be a good thing. And I still stand by that. But there is someone I miss that I would give the world to see again for even just a few minutes. I miss you so so so much. I hope you had a fantastic birthday. I love you.

Our House...

I have moved house!!! :-D

Our house,
In the middle of our street,
Our house...

So now, instead of sharing with family, I'm sharing with 2 housemates. I have a lovely house, and lovely housemates. What more can I ask for...

Though, I do have to admit, there is a part of me missing London town already. Why is it I couldn't wait to get away. And now I am away, I do actually miss it. Don't get me wrong. I am perfectly happy where I am. Just, am beginning to wish that teleportation was one of my many talents. Then I could stay here, in my new house, and still visit the people that mean the most to me in London whenever I want to. In fact, only yesterday I said that teleportation would be my special power if I could have one. (But then, yesterday I also said that it was the little pygmy monkies that were resetting our pins at bowling...) I guess I'll have to make do with my little car. She doesn't quite get me there instantly, but I guess 3 hours ish isn't bad. Though, I think I may well start investing on using the train system more often. It's cheaper than paying for fuel. So unless I actually need my car whilst in the southern half of the country, watch out virgin trains, here I come! (No sexual innuendo intended).

Though, this had led me to wonder... If I could indeed teleport and could be anywhere instantly, could I actually miss anyone? If I could appear magically at the touch of a hat (I never understood where that saying came from really. Explanations?) back in London now because I'm missing people, they couldn't really miss me or I miss them properly. How can you miss someone that is always there? And sometimes it's nice to be missed... Though, missing someone feels awful, when you get to see them again it's a great feeling. And as they say... absence makes the heart grow fonder...

Just a little sidenote... I don't currently have internet access until it's set up. I'm not actually sure when that is going to be. But somewhen in the near futre. In the mean time I'm making do by connecting my phone to the laptop and connecting to the Internet that way... I daren't be online for too long at a time though...

Love you muchly.

Let me see your pokerface...

Gambling. A fun pastime or a sin?

What is it with gambling? Placing bets, the anticipation that it may pay off. The exhilarating feeling that you get when it does. The disappointment when it doesn't. Either way, win or lose, there's that gravitational pull towards making the next bet...

There's like a hunger
That knocks on your door
You've had a taste of it
Still you want more
You've made your mistakes
Won't play it the same again

You have been warned
But still you plunge in
You play high stakes
But there's nothing to win
You've only one life
And so many things to learn

I'm not a big gambler. But I do like to make a bet every now and then. I enjoy a night down the pub playing a poker game, or a day at the races. And in fact, I have done both in the past few days. It's all been good fun. And although I may not be 'up' I have only lost a couple of pounds. Not a couple of hundred. So where's the harm in that? It's all just a bit of fun. :)

Now, seaside arcades. They're the dangerous ones. Not the casinos. The good old 2p machines. It's only 2p... £1 will buy you 50 goes... The fact it's only 2p is a bit of an issue. Keep spending all those 2ps...

It's something I do like doing though. So as long as things don't get out of control whats wrong with a little fun? Hehe. Michi, I see no reason why we can't be crawling along with our zimmer frames in Skeggy hitting those 2p machines. :P

So yea, let me see your pokerface and let the good times roll...

Much love,

Break Away...

Apologies for not updating over the past couple of weeks... Though I know that the people that I know read this also know that I have been over in Ireland for a while...

Breaking away trying to run free
Running from myself trying to be me
It makes no difference just how far I'd go
Memories will always haunt me so
I realize the truth now since I left
That I can't run away from myself

A break away from my life. Not a break away from my mind. That followed me there. Every so often I took myself away for an hour or so just to sit and think. I know I can't run from myself. But I can still escape the craziness that is London. And I am planning on doing so soon. I was more at peace with myself in Ireland that I am at home.

And I did have a great time in Ireland. Visited family members I havn't seen since I was 12. Meeting younger family members that didn't even exist the last time I was over. Did the whole touristy thing too. Went to Blarney, Cashel Rock, Cobh, Youghal, Fota Island and Lismore... So yea, loads of places.

I still havn't quite figured out things in my head, though I have got a considerable amount of my picture done. I can't just sit. I am forever fidgeting or doing something. In Ireland I was working on a cross stitch. One I abandoned about 10 years ago because I had made so many mistakes in it. But I found it in a box not so long back, and decided to give it a little love. It might not be exact to the pattern. But you can't actually tell just by looking at it, so it's all ok. :)

In my ditzy scattiness though I've lost the needle. Here's to hoping I don't abandon it for another 10 years...

Much Love,
x X x

They Paved Paradise and put up a Parking Lot...

How much truth is there in the saying 'you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone'?

There is, in my opinion, a lot of truth in those 9 words. No matter how much you think you appreciate something or someone, when it's gone you appreciate it more.

Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got
Til its gone
They paved paradise
And put up a parking lot

There are things in my life that I take for granted. Things I shouldn't just assume ought to be there. In reality each of us, no matter who we are, no matter what gender, race, religion, we are just people. We can't anticipate things as deep as the loss of something or someone really important to us in our lives. Until of course, we lose it.

I have loved and lost things in my life. Some things as simple as a pair of trousers I used to wear until I ripped them beyond repair. Or items that are even more sentimental such as ruined old photographs that can't be replaced. And then there's people in my life, whether it be friends I've simply lost touch with, family drifting apart, or people who have 'passed on' to wherever it is people pass on to. There's so many things out there that we all take for granted each and every day. And who are we to assume it is our right to have these things? Or to decide how the loss of something, whether it be big or small, should effect others? Something we think is rather small and insignificant, to someone else may be one of the hugest things in the world.

No matter what terms we last parted on, know that I do appreciate you the best I can. Even if I only met you for moments, online, or we parted on bad terms, all of you would have had an effect on my life to a degree. And to anyone that I can say I love, whether it is because we're close friends, family, or anything else, a huge thanks to you guys.

After that somewhat philosophical yet cheesy entry, I am going to go and consider sleep. That, or go play God with my little sim type creatures. (I am slightly addicted to the Sims 2 at the moment. Yes, I know I'm behind on the times, but my laptop won't run the Sims 3 I don't think...)

Love you all muchly.

The Ultimate Natural High

Retail therapy.

So many beautiful things, I cannot posses them all! So, possibly with a little too much thought, I set myself to the task of what to buy. Rows of beautifully coloured items. Those of you that know me must know I am automatically attracted to anything pink, purple or green. Especially if said items are also sparkly. After spending possibly a little too much on some eye shadow, some (purple) mascara and a couple of other equally colourful items, I got distracted further by several other shops. Distracted? Tania? Never!!!

So yes, after purchasing a few other items, including a couple of books, a couple of pairs of jeans I headed towards home with that little bounce in my step that only a natural high can give. And that was without buying any shoes or lingerie. There's something about shoes and lingerie that gives just that little extra kick!

All that from what should have been just a trip to the post office and then to Wilkinson's to buy some hamster bedding. And I almost forgot the hamster bedding...

Mucho's Lovin'

I Hear Thunder!!!

I hear thunder,
I hear thunder,
Hark don't you?
Hark don't you?
Pitter patter raindrops,
Pitter patter raindrops,
I'm soaked through,
So are you!

Asides from being the subject of a song I used to sing as a child, thunderstorms are amazing. I love being out in them, or sitting inside curled up all cosy and safe listening to the rain pound on the window pane and the deep rumble of the thunder. Ooo, and thunderstorms when you're in a tent are awesome fun. I just think they're so powerful. Actually, weather in general is a very powerful thing. And people say the British are odd for always talking about the weather!!!

Talking of being stereotypically British, I am a little upset that there is no milk in my house. What am I going to do in the morning when I need my morning fix of PG Tips!!!

As well as having a moment of being British, I am also having a moment of confusion. Moments of confusion, lets face it, are not far apart if you're me. But I am listening to planes flying over my house. But that's totally normal I hear you say (least, if you know where I live...) what with living right near Heathrow Airport... But it's late. There's not meant to be planes. They're all meant to be sleeping in their hangers getting ready for another day of flying in the skies... Slight tangent... But... Anyone remember (or at least heard of) Budgie the Helicopter? That, was an awesome kids show back in the day. And those planes and helicopters used to go sleep in the hanger... So... kids t.v. being accurate (which of course it is don't you know), the planes should be sleeping in their hangers. So there!

Only I could go from thunderstorms to sleepy planes in such a smooth swoop...

But hey, I wouldn't be me if I didn't go off at random tangents.

Always look on the bright side of life!!!

Much love.