Tuesday, 25 November 2008

what i should tell my friends

sometimes i think there are things i should warn my friends about me.

- i mean to remember the news about your family and ask you about it, but i will probably forget. (
particularly horrible when it's the serious illness of a family member who is far, far away. i can't believe i forgot that one. i feel like a horrible friend)
- when i remember again (normally when i hear it mentioned in conversation with someone else) i will agonise about whether to ask, or whether this will make it too obvious i've forgotten up until now. i will hate myself for this
- i hate reality tv, and many other tv programmes. i hate it when you discuss them at length in front of me and will drift off into my own world until you've finished. especially if i've had a glass of wine. i don't speculate about lost or incessantly quote scrubs at you unless i know you're into them
- i usually look more normal than i really am. (particularly weird today was standing in the shop that used to be called kathmandu in my suit and heels, buying blue and purple nailvarnish and ankh earrings and listening to the first nine inch nails album before realising I really had to get back to work, and that i looked far too normal to be in there in the first place)
- i am torn between wanting to look more like i feel inside, and not wanting to make it difficult for me to progress in work
- i am jealous of some of my friends for managing to walk that line and still be successful in their chosen careers
- i wish i had a style all my own
- i'm sick of feeling like the poor relation
- i'm panicking inside about how little time there is. between now and the next course deadline. between now and christmas. between now and the time by which i should have done something with my life

but on the brighter side:
- i'm probably happier than i sound right now
- texting half a lyric to a friend and having her text back the end of the line in question cracks me up
- i don't mind hanging round on a freezing street corner for 20 minutes while i wait for a bus if it means i've had a great night out with friends

Monday, 24 November 2008

Nothing to do with geordie life. But I thought this entry at the moneysavingexpert.com site was worth a read.

(Been quite busy and feeling antisocial as a result. Getting back to normal now.)

Tuesday, 18 November 2008

Blue Reef Aquarium

When my sister and her boyfriend were visiting the other weekend, we went to the Blue Reef Aquarium. I've been past nearly every time I've been to the coast, but never got round to going before.

There were otters (smelly but cute), piranhas (slower than you'd think), seals (splashy; popular with the kids). Seahorses (amazing!) and Picasso fish (hilarious) and clownfish (Nemo!). Rays and lobsters and crabs. Turtles. (The woman in reception said the funniest thing was when they climbed onto the rocks and all on top of each other and then fall into the water.) Sharks. (Shaaaahks!)

When we walked past the
python tank, someone was dangling a dead (or at least very sedate) rodent into the cage by its tail. D wouldn't let me stay and watch as he thought I was going to cry. I have to confess to a love of rodents (when an old friend's pet rat died I cried and cried) but I was mostly just fascinated. My sister watched, though, and apparently the snake wasn't hungry so they took it out again.

There were even bumblebee frogs. They were particularly cute.

For those with kids, they have fishy rubbing stations - basically brass rubbings of fish to do. I say they're aimed at kids... my 21 year old sis did some of them, and her 32 year old sis might even have done one ;o)

A friend had told me it's not very big so to take my time going round. We spent almost two hours looking at the fish and I could have spent longer. However my water-phobic husband had pretty much reached his limit.

He got a stuffed shark as his reward for being put through such torture.

It was fun. Recommended if you have time to kill at the coast.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Art exhibition

Yvette Hawkins (who I met once long ago [maybe not that long ago] at a focus group for Mslexia) has an exhibition in Durham at the mo. It looks very intriguing and if I find some time before the end of November I will pop down to see it for myself, for sure.

Thursday, 6 November 2008


Yesterday in work it was one of those days.

Nothing went wrong as such, but things just didn't come together and I couldn't get any of my jobs done in one go. I was bobbing round from one thing to the other, driving myself mad.

D usually picks me up at about 5.30pm. At 5.10pm I called him to let him know that I wasn't going to be ready and said I'd get the bus home. I thought I'd be finished just after 6pm and he didn't fancy hanging around in the cold and the dark and damp with fireworks going off all the time.

By the time I got finished it was 6.35pm. By the time I left the building it was 6.40pm - incidentally 40 minutes after I'm supposed to leave. I really didn't fancy standing at the bus stop, waiting God knows how long for a bus, but I comforted myself with the thought of left-over Chinese from the night before.

But when I got outside, there was our little car, D behind the wheel, listening to his new Cure CD (I popped into town to get it for him when it came out about 10 days ago and he hasn't stopped listening to it since) and waiting for me.

He'd been there for an hour.

I nearly died of shock. Then I nearly cried.

If it'd been me, I would've either called to say I was there and find out how long it was going to be, or given up and gone home long before.

I have the best husband in the universe.

Saturday, 1 November 2008

Various things.

1. One of my bestest friends, Vix, has a shiny new blog. Pop over and say hi. Tell her I sent you!

2. I'm doing NaNo. I'm GeordieWatcher over there if you are doing it and want to add me. I went to Starbucks in Borders today and wrote my first 600 or so words. Turns out it's already going in a slightly different direction than the one I'd originally half-thought, but that's no bad thing. In fact, I'm quite pleased with it. Just another 1,000 or so to write today.

3. I went out last night. It wasn't my best night out ever; I was exhausted after a stupidly busy week and submitting my TMA really, really close to the deadline. It was however muchos improved by a girl I have never seen before in my life, who tapped me on the shoulder when I was halfway through the six-people-deep queue and gestured for me to cut through the queue as her friend moved away from the bar - using her arm to hold the immensely large queue back. I have no idea who she was, but she really really cheered me up. Thanks random (and also beautiful) girl in Eclipse!

4. I'm doing a 10k for Cancer Research tomorrow. Unfortunately the three glasses of wine last night have had about the effect of six glasses (... to be fair, this might have something to do with the fact one of my friends poured some of her lager into my empty wine glass and I drank some, which probably didn't help) and my head is really bad. I'm not looking forward to it. Oh and did I mention I'm really unfit at the minute? And really shouldn't run 10K? Why am I such an idiot at times?

I am going to Wagamama afterwards though with D, my cousin and my cousin's girlfriend. That should be motivation enough. Right? Right?

5. The house is a tip. I really need to tidy up.

6. My email inbox is a tip. I really need to email people.

7. In my drunken haze of 'hey my goth makeup is really good, I should take some photos for facebook!' I took some photos of myself last night. I've been wondering where the extra half-stone I've put on since I stopped running has gone. It's not hit my legs and is only minimal on my tummy. Turns out it's sitting on my face.

You'd think I would have noticed this before; I should've, but when you see your face in the mirror every day it's harder to notice. I don't tend to care about looks either, but when you suddenly realise quite how much you've changed, well. That's a wake-up call. I don't do diets, but I do do eating healthily, and that's fallen by the wayside recently. Of course, when I run, I get to eat all manner of crap and still be healthy. That's my first option. I went for a run last Sunday and enjoyed it, for the first time in months. It was great.

Realising my face has suddenly turned fat? That's that extra bit of motivation to actually get out there and run off all the chips and fried egg sarnies and veggie burgers I've been eating recently. It's not really about the looks, but whatever makes me get out and do it. This works for me.