Day 1 of speech training has begun, and it turns out that snapping your fingers and going "BAM!" every time you think you make a lucid point and referring to the country you represent as "a phoenix, rising from the ashes of a bloody war" are no no's. Who knew? I finished my speech with fifteen minutes to spare, go to uni late because I cleverly got on the tube going the wrong way and didn't notice for 10 minutes because I was reading about Emma Bunton's engagement (and because my sub conscious was telling me to stay away) but I got there in the end. Another productive day :)
I feel like I spent my whole weekend chilling out, watching movies and eating. Saturday night one friend came over for a movie night, then the next night another friend came over for movie's, so it was a very lazy weekend for me (hurrah!). The good news is that Jennifer Lopez always gets her man. You go, J-Lo!
Well, hi five yourselves and good night beautiful people.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
So very tired
Well, it's 12:38 in the morning right now, and I'm very tired. Just got home from work, so having a lovely cup of tea and winding down before bed. And I thought, hey, all my Aussie friends will be heading to work right now, so I might as well blog so they can read my blog while they are at work. Unfortunately my brain switched off about two hours ago, so this could end badly.
Ahh, lovely work over for another night. The highlights of tonight were:
1) Having some guys order an Irish car bomb, apparently a drink, then give me instructions on how to make it (FYI- Half a pint of Guiness, a shot of Baileys and a shot of Jamesons).
2) Slava doing the pretzel (putting her leg behind her head) after work
3) Catching up with Judith who is back from Germany. Hurrah!
4) Someone reading the empathica cards we hand out (they lead you to an online quiz where you can do a review on your evening) for the FIRST TIME EVER and noticing that I had written "Kathryn the Fabulous" on it. Oops...
Well that's all that was noteworthy tonight. Apparently there is a staff meeting on Monday where my "present is compulsory" according to the sign, and "our future will be discussed". So this could mean anything from mass firings to discussing the last quarters results for the bar. I'm hoping for the latter not the former....
Anyway, my tea runs low, and I am very very tired. Worked late last night as well (in Covent Garden, nightmare, someone hugged me instead of tipping me the jerk) and I'm working late tomorrow night as well. But I get Friday night off! Can't even remember the last time that happened. Sometimes, you just get lucky.... and other times, you work hard all night and then you get to watch someone do the pretzel.
Ahh, lovely work over for another night. The highlights of tonight were:
1) Having some guys order an Irish car bomb, apparently a drink, then give me instructions on how to make it (FYI- Half a pint of Guiness, a shot of Baileys and a shot of Jamesons).
2) Slava doing the pretzel (putting her leg behind her head) after work
3) Catching up with Judith who is back from Germany. Hurrah!
4) Someone reading the empathica cards we hand out (they lead you to an online quiz where you can do a review on your evening) for the FIRST TIME EVER and noticing that I had written "Kathryn the Fabulous" on it. Oops...
Well that's all that was noteworthy tonight. Apparently there is a staff meeting on Monday where my "present is compulsory" according to the sign, and "our future will be discussed". So this could mean anything from mass firings to discussing the last quarters results for the bar. I'm hoping for the latter not the former....
Anyway, my tea runs low, and I am very very tired. Worked late last night as well (in Covent Garden, nightmare, someone hugged me instead of tipping me the jerk) and I'm working late tomorrow night as well. But I get Friday night off! Can't even remember the last time that happened. Sometimes, you just get lucky.... and other times, you work hard all night and then you get to watch someone do the pretzel.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Life stopping news
Will not be contained in this blog. Sorry to disappoint!
Well, the essay is in, the moot written section is in, and I am relaxing while watching Gossip Girl season 3. Life is good. It was a very stressful week, but now the sun is shining, kids are screaming outside the window, and I feel like winter is slowing down, and we are starting to head towards spring. Sure, maybe this is all craziness, and next week I'll be not sleeping again, wearing five jumpers and shivering against the cold and hating everything. But for now, life is hopeful and good.
Work is boring as per usual. Worked on Saturday night and there were no customers. Lame. On Friday night though, my friend E had this guy she met on the internet come into work to meet her for the FIRST time. He looked like the dodgiest guy ever, like he had jut gotten out of prison. So we had to hide her out the back til her left. Then she went out dancing, got drunk and started dancing with these three skinheads, who told her they wanted to have an orgy. So I had to go and rescue her. The moral of the story? Guys are gross. And E has bad taste in men.
It got me thinking about the quality of man in this city. There are some disgusting ones. There are some nice ones. Why is it that the first kind are single, and the second kind are taken? It's enough to make a girl give up altogether...
Well, enough musing. xoxox.
Well, the essay is in, the moot written section is in, and I am relaxing while watching Gossip Girl season 3. Life is good. It was a very stressful week, but now the sun is shining, kids are screaming outside the window, and I feel like winter is slowing down, and we are starting to head towards spring. Sure, maybe this is all craziness, and next week I'll be not sleeping again, wearing five jumpers and shivering against the cold and hating everything. But for now, life is hopeful and good.
Work is boring as per usual. Worked on Saturday night and there were no customers. Lame. On Friday night though, my friend E had this guy she met on the internet come into work to meet her for the FIRST time. He looked like the dodgiest guy ever, like he had jut gotten out of prison. So we had to hide her out the back til her left. Then she went out dancing, got drunk and started dancing with these three skinheads, who told her they wanted to have an orgy. So I had to go and rescue her. The moral of the story? Guys are gross. And E has bad taste in men.
It got me thinking about the quality of man in this city. There are some disgusting ones. There are some nice ones. Why is it that the first kind are single, and the second kind are taken? It's enough to make a girl give up altogether...
Well, enough musing. xoxox.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Bring on those hazy crazy lazy days of summer please
So, it's the 11th of January and here I am sitting in jeans and a jumper writing on my blog. This time last year I was lying on a beach in sunny Albany, shopping with my mother and thinking blogs were for creepy losers who didn't wash their hair. 2011: it's a whole new me.
Went back to classes yesterday. This is obviously joy of joys for me. Actually yesterday's class was FABULOUS so I really shouldn't complain.
In other news, Beloved Sister is in South Africa, with her Beloved Husband, my moot is giving me ulcers, my hair is disgusting (should I cut it all off and start over?) and my flat mate is home. She arrived home last night, and on one hand it will be nice to have the company again, but on the other hand the flat was a little gross.... Oops!!
Happy Tuesday one and all. May it be filled with mid-week misery.
Went back to classes yesterday. This is obviously joy of joys for me. Actually yesterday's class was FABULOUS so I really shouldn't complain.
In other news, Beloved Sister is in South Africa, with her Beloved Husband, my moot is giving me ulcers, my hair is disgusting (should I cut it all off and start over?) and my flat mate is home. She arrived home last night, and on one hand it will be nice to have the company again, but on the other hand the flat was a little gross.... Oops!!
Happy Tuesday one and all. May it be filled with mid-week misery.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Tea
Well, I am sitting here drinking a pot of chamomile tea, having just emailed off my latest moot draft, so I am feeling quite satisfied with myself. Well, I feel less like pulling my hair out, screaming and crying all at once. So this is a positive step. I suspect the tea is helping, because after all, they say that chamomile tea is calming. And I am certainly feeling calm and chilled. I am also slightly concerned that I am drinking too much tea. If such a thing is possible? (If it is, email me IMMEDIATELY because my health may be at risk).
I blogged yesterday, so I have very little to say today. This is part of the inconsistency I keep being complained to about. "You go ages without blogging, and then you blog heaps". Well, I get busy. And then I start procrastinating. The more I blog, the more uni work I am meant to be doing. And that's the truth.
My New Year's Resolution? Be less lazy with uni work and exercise. And also to finally do the perfect liquid eye liner. I am aiming high.
Back to my tea now....
I blogged yesterday, so I have very little to say today. This is part of the inconsistency I keep being complained to about. "You go ages without blogging, and then you blog heaps". Well, I get busy. And then I start procrastinating. The more I blog, the more uni work I am meant to be doing. And that's the truth.
My New Year's Resolution? Be less lazy with uni work and exercise. And also to finally do the perfect liquid eye liner. I am aiming high.
Back to my tea now....
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Happy new years!!
Well, it has been a while since I have blogged. Not since Christmas if memory serves me correctly.... partly this is busyness.... partly this is laziness.... But I'm here now, so cry no more one and all.
Well, the day after Christmas I departed the sunny shores of my home city to return to the much less sunny inland London. After 24 horrible hours on a hot stuffy plane, sitting next to and overweight Arabic man who tried to steal my neck pillow, I arrived back and it was freezing here. And of course my tube line wasn't running, so we had to catch two trains and a taxi to get back to mine. Oh thats right- I said we. Because my beloved parents came back with me.
My flat, while a palace compared to others in this city, is not the biggest of flats and I was lucky enough to be turfed out of my room onto the couch. Don't get me wrong- my couch is big enough and very comfortable. No, it wasn't this that bothered me. It was the fact that my parents kept getting up at 6:30 and walking into the living room to make tea, while I was still well and truly asleep. It also got very cramped, with suitcases, junk, people, clothes strewn everywhere.
It was still good to have them here though. They wanted to do all the touristy stuff of course. Being a local now, I wanted very much to pull my hat down on my head and don some massive sunglasses, but I don't have any sunglasses and I look silly in hats. Still. Went to Winter Wonderland, which was the most wintery fun I've ever had. For those of you not in the know, it's a big fun park set up in Hyde Park. There are rides, and food and booze and stalls selling wintery, Christmassy stuff. Very amusing.
We also went to York for a night, which was very pleasant (though foggy) and historic. Did you know that York has been there for over two thousand years? And that Emperor Constantine was crowned King of the West there in 306 AD? And that the castle was built there in the 11th century by William the Conqueror to ensure his hold on the North? Yes. I memorised the guide book. Which I think my parents appreciated as I spouted out facts as we roamed the city.
New Years was pretty epic also. I ditched the parents for a night and went to the Blitz Party with Judith and her flat mates. Much forties style fun for all. :)
Anyway, my parents went home on Monday, leaving me feeling a little depressed and homesick, which I countered with a day spent eating junk food and watching TV. So yesterday was kind of a write off. BUt I feel much better, thank you darlings.
Anyway! As with last time my parents ditched me to return to Australia, here is a list. I call it: December/January: The numbers.
44: The degrees it was on Christmas day in Perth. Celsius.
32: The number of hours my 22nd birthday went for.
8: The time I went to bed on my 22nd birthday due to jet lag. Par! Tay!
70: The amount the dress I bought in the sales was. Marked down from 190 pounds. Well done me :)
5: am. The time I went to bed on New Years Day.
3: The degrees it was in my flat when I got back from my holidays.
5: Days until my final draft for the moot is due in. My get on to that....
Well, the day after Christmas I departed the sunny shores of my home city to return to the much less sunny inland London. After 24 horrible hours on a hot stuffy plane, sitting next to and overweight Arabic man who tried to steal my neck pillow, I arrived back and it was freezing here. And of course my tube line wasn't running, so we had to catch two trains and a taxi to get back to mine. Oh thats right- I said we. Because my beloved parents came back with me.
My flat, while a palace compared to others in this city, is not the biggest of flats and I was lucky enough to be turfed out of my room onto the couch. Don't get me wrong- my couch is big enough and very comfortable. No, it wasn't this that bothered me. It was the fact that my parents kept getting up at 6:30 and walking into the living room to make tea, while I was still well and truly asleep. It also got very cramped, with suitcases, junk, people, clothes strewn everywhere.
It was still good to have them here though. They wanted to do all the touristy stuff of course. Being a local now, I wanted very much to pull my hat down on my head and don some massive sunglasses, but I don't have any sunglasses and I look silly in hats. Still. Went to Winter Wonderland, which was the most wintery fun I've ever had. For those of you not in the know, it's a big fun park set up in Hyde Park. There are rides, and food and booze and stalls selling wintery, Christmassy stuff. Very amusing.
We also went to York for a night, which was very pleasant (though foggy) and historic. Did you know that York has been there for over two thousand years? And that Emperor Constantine was crowned King of the West there in 306 AD? And that the castle was built there in the 11th century by William the Conqueror to ensure his hold on the North? Yes. I memorised the guide book. Which I think my parents appreciated as I spouted out facts as we roamed the city.
New Years was pretty epic also. I ditched the parents for a night and went to the Blitz Party with Judith and her flat mates. Much forties style fun for all. :)
Anyway, my parents went home on Monday, leaving me feeling a little depressed and homesick, which I countered with a day spent eating junk food and watching TV. So yesterday was kind of a write off. BUt I feel much better, thank you darlings.
Anyway! As with last time my parents ditched me to return to Australia, here is a list. I call it: December/January: The numbers.
44: The degrees it was on Christmas day in Perth. Celsius.
32: The number of hours my 22nd birthday went for.
8: The time I went to bed on my 22nd birthday due to jet lag. Par! Tay!
70: The amount the dress I bought in the sales was. Marked down from 190 pounds. Well done me :)
5: am. The time I went to bed on New Years Day.
3: The degrees it was in my flat when I got back from my holidays.
5: Days until my final draft for the moot is due in. My get on to that....
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