The Duck Pond
Friday, January 31, 2003
Cor it's Friday again already. I'm certainly not complaining about that but I'm kind of wondering where the week went.
Got into a foul mood yesterday for no real reason that I can explain so I went walking straight after work to try to get rid of it. I didn't go particularly far - just into Llanbadarn via the long scenic route and then back through the shorter but still reasonably scenic route. I actually quite enjoyed it and it did make me feel much better so I may do that regularly although maybe not when it's so cold next time. Not too much later I ended up going to Llanbadarn again to join a couple of friends in a pub there although I got a lift this time and the bus back. When I returned, even though I knew it was a bad idea and that I'd feel like shit this morning (and I do), I watched the Parole Officer which is a remarkably silly but tremendously entertaining film with Steve Coogan in it. If you like him then you'll love this film, if you don't then you..er..probably won't.
The other day, after watching Two Towers, some friends and I got round to discussing what some of the various characters would drink if they decided to go for a swift one in Scholars after a hard, thirsty day of unspeakable WAR on middle earth. I think the discussion started by my friend lusting after Legolas and then saying "ah well, it's not like I'm going to bump into him at Scholars, is it?". I know what you're thinking and no our lives do not revolve around our local. Hehe.
Anyway the conclusions (plus some of my own ideas) went as follows:
** Attention all those without a sense of humour** the following is just for fun and means no disrespect to anyone or anything whatsoever, especially Tolkein or his work in any way as I love his books (well the ones I've read anyway) and recommend them to all my friends. Similarly do I love the films and work of Peter Jackson et al. - so lawyers, avid fans and whoever else who might happen upon this and think that I need to be shot please leave me be. Thank you. Snippy emails or ones pointing out any flaws in the conclusions, with evidence from the books, will be smirked at, then deleted.
The hobbits: they all seem a bit like cider drinkers to me, with the possible exception of Samwise who would possibly drink smirnoff ice and reef while waggling his eyebrows and I don't want to think what else at Frodo.
Gandalf: I can imagine him sipping a sherry or a pimms, right in the very corner, his hat and pipe (that's no pipe) on the table and his staff (that's no staff) leaning against a wall.
Aragorn: You know that bit in the Two Towers film where he returns to Edoras and flings open the doors to make a dramatic entrance before Theoden-King? Well I can imagine him doing that in Scholars. Just throwing open the doors (although I think the doors open outward so that might spoil the effect a bit), striding in shouting, “Get me a caffreys, barman!”.
Gimli: It seems fit that gimli quaffs good old real ale, possibly Old Speckled Hen. By the barrelful of course as no self respecting dwarf would ever be caught drinking a poncey, girly pint (or being tossed of course - don’t tell the elf).
Legolas: This guy is a total hippah and a bit of a fairy in more way than one I reckon. I think he’d either have a diet coke with lemon and a straw or if he was really feeling frisky and celebratory he’d have a white wine spritzer with a cherry in it.
Boromir: Seems a bit of a hardened man and probably a whisk(e)y drinker. The proper stuff too, none of this bells nonsense. A few glenfiddichs (straight of course!), then a pass at the barmaid and a session of throwing up heartily in the bogs before trying to drunkenly get a look at Frodo’s ring.
Gollum:
Which nasssty, tricksssy little thieves stole our preciousss shandy? We hatess them.
Sauron:
This guy clearly didn’t get enough hugs and snuggles as a child. Deep down he’s probably the life of the party, all he needs is a couple of bevvies to loosen him up a bit. I reckon he starts slowly, possibly with a couple of guinnesses, but by the end of the night he can be found with his shirt unbuttoned and his mask lopsided, knocking back the aftershock and vodka jellies, while hugging everyone, singing lewd songs and trying to convince everyone to go to Sam’s Fried Chicken for a kebab.
Thursday, January 30, 2003
It's snowing! This may not be too impressive to some people but in Aberystwyth we rarely have any snow being by the coast and all. When it does snow it never sticks though, sadly although the hills fairly nearby usually get covered. Bah, it's stopped again already.
Nice weather for ducks!
Dreamed about my ex last night which was very bizarre. I dreamed that I was trying to be friends with him but he was being all snippy and mocking, as were the friends he was with at the time. He eventually grudgingly decided to be friends but there was lots of whispering going on and I felt very uncomfortable so I left and got so far only to realise that I'd left my computer with them (as you do) so I returned to lots of smirking and jeering and I felt really upset. I woke up feeling really paranoid and yucky.
When I got into work I had an email from said ex which scared me for a bit but it was ok as it was to a mailing list that we're both on.
I was cleaning my room out the other day when I found an old diary which I got round to reading yesterday. I only kept it up for a couple of months but it was still really interesting to read. It was from a couple of years ago when I was still at uni and was full of stuff that I'd forgotten and it made me happy to remember what it was like then. This encourages me to keep up to date with this blog even though it seems to be filled with the same mundane old crap day after day *grin*. It's amazing how little I remember of the past when trying to as opposed to certain triggers reminding me of things.
I found a little dream book the other day too while cleaning up. It's supposed to explain the meanings of dreams depending on what you dreamed about except my dreams don't seem to fall in such neat little categories like the book has them in, which is where these books fail I think. Nevertheless I think it will be interesting to dig this book out this evening and see what it makes of the dreams I've been having lately.
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Just returned from the snooker club where I have been playing pool with Dom. I'm definitely improving as he used to batter me all the time, whereas tonight i won a couple of games and all the others were very close. It's not just that though, I managed to pull off several good shots that I actually tried for as opposed to just utter flukes that I used to get (although I got some of those too). All in all a very good time as I love pool, no matter whether I win or lose. I still appear not to have learned not to drink pints of coke though and I am now utterly wired so no real point in going to bed yet.
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Well I managed to get up although I'm a bit of a grumpy tiger this morning due to not very much sleep at all. Must learn to stop substituting alcohol with whole pints of coke as it just makes me wired for the rest of the night.
I started off in Scholars to watch the ladies' darts team as I know someone who's on it. Scholars is a wonderful pub and our local and my only grouch with it is they only do diet coke in those tiny, glass, fucking expensive bottles, which don't even fill a small glass and cost about as much as a pint of coke on tap. Basically you're paying for the bottle which you don't even get anyway as they always put it in a bloody glass for you. I may speak to the landlady and request that they get it on tap, otherwise I may just drink tapwater when I'm there, which is a bit crap really. The darts team lost but then again they don't take it very seriously and half the team are only on the team because they were desperate for numbers whereas the other team all had their own team t-shirts and everything. After that it was a bit touch and go whether I would carry on to go to Indiesoc or not as I was pretty tired and I hadn't been there in donkey's..err..months and wasn't sure if it was any good anymore. Last night's post, I think, hints that I went and that it is in fact still very good and much, much better than rocsoc. Obviously you don't get the heavier music but the atmosphere is better and there's more people and a broader assortment of people too. We all danced like loonies to several songs which just seemed to go on forever (nights out seem to last so much longer when I don't get shitfaced) and then I left straightaway when it had finished because I didn't want to get to bed much later than it already was and it's always traditional to congregate outside the Bay and talk for ages afterwards, which I couldn't be bothered with. I ended up dong a bit of stargazing anyway so it didn't make much difference really. I must learn some more constellations.
Wow, just had a wonderful night out at indiesoc and while walking back I noticed it was a very clear night indeed so I could see many many stars. Excellent. I just hope I can get up for work tomorrow.
Monday, January 27, 2003
***FATCAMP NEWS***
Right well my first proper week at fatcamp didn't go as well as expected. I was always under the impression that when you first start you lose quite a bit ie. 6 lbs or something but most of it is water etc. Well I lost a disappointing 2 lbs so I damn well hope none of it was water as I have been a good little angel all week *polish halo*. There were people there much bigger than me who have already lost 4 or 5 stones which I find absolutely amazing and certainly makes me wonder just how big they were in the first place.
I just went on Play to buy a film I've been wanting for a while; Dark City, and I have just also bought Romeo & Juliet, Dogma, The Parole Officer, Gladiator and Dirty Dancing. Whoops.
Another bizarre dream although again I've forgotten a lot of it by now. I must do that thing of keeping a notebook by my bed so I can write it all down immediately when I wake up but then again do I really think I'm coordinated enough at that time to be able to write legible english? Anyway I dreamed that I was at a carnival with some old friends (can't remember exactly who now). I think the place was supposed to be in Aber although the surrounding area looked nothing like it and there was this huge seafront promenade that had clowns and jugglers and fairground rides and whatnot. It soon became apparent that there was a large, vicious beast prowling the carnival and killing people by ripping them to shreds. The dream ended with us realising the beast was following us (isn't it weird the way you just seem to know things in dreams with no apparent evidence at all?) and turning to find a huge, snarling, malevolent dog (not dissimilar to a pitbull) just staring at us, slobber and blood dripping from his jowls and a look of utter malice in its eyes. Realising it was hopeless to run we all tried to fight the beast and I awoke when the demon-dog managed to sink its teeth into my side. Lovely eh?
As you can see I've changed the layout again. Hey I used to be indecisive but now I'm just not sure *grin*. Anyway I'm pretty happy with it as it is now so I don't foresee me changing it any more, well not in a drastic way anyway; I may make some minor changes to the text layout. Any suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome.
I didn't manage to have any breakfast today so I'm going to be ravenous when it's finally time to go and get lunch as I've quite got into the habit now. I can already feel my stomach begin to wonder why it hasn't been fed yet.
Sunday, January 26, 2003
What a lazy goit I am. Only made it out of bed at about midday, although that's nothing compared to yesterday when I got up at roughly 13.30. I didn't get up to much yesterday until about 6 when I went to Burt's for one of his coffees which always seem to make me trip no matter how weak he makes them. I then joined some flatmates in scholars for a game of darts before wandering round trying to decide what to eat. we then went home to trough and watch Sex and the City before going to the Bay and playing a couple of games of pool with this bizarre man who kept trying to sell us mobile phones and tried to make out he was good enough to go proffessional except even I almost beat him. When we got back to the house we decided to play scrabble (there were only three of us left by this point anyway), which was good as I didn't lose miserably for once. We did get away with some words that probably weren't in the dictionary - for example they let me have the word 'oioi' although they wouldn't let me have 'oioioi' the gits. This was my only viable option as my letter pool at this point was 'OOOIIII'! I came second and we were playing it until about 4.30 this morning, hence my late emergence from my bed.
One of my friends leaves Aberystwyth for the glory and majesty of Ebbw vale today and I didn't get chance to see him to say bye before he went so if you read this then you have to come and visit soon and often ok?
Friday, January 24, 2003
Bleurgh, getting up this morning was not so easy although I have a certain drunken flatmate to thank for that once again. He camein with his mate, shouting to him right outside my room. It’s only because one of my other flatmates kindly dragged him to the lounge that I got any sleep at all.
I had a truly bizarre dream too. I tried to remember most of it but I can’t. All I can remember is that there was someone with a small pet dragon that sat on a perch and if I went near it, it would bite my hand and when it did its eyes would turn luminous yellow and blood would gush from my hand. Really freaky. Even though it probably should have scared and horrified me, I wasn’t too phased when I woke up. It’s amazing how fairly ordinary dreams can seem really scary whereas sickening dreams can seem perfectly normal. The brain (possibly just mine) is a truly odd thing.
I have started a ‘weight loss program’ (hereby referred to as Fat Camp) to lose the bit of extra baggage I have put on over the last couple of years before it gets out of hand and I end up looking like one of those huge americans that you always see on Jerry Springer. I wasn’t sure about writing anything on here at first as I’m a bit embarrassed about the whole thing really and wasn’t sure if I wanted everyone (oh yes, the hundreds of thousands of people who read this!) to know about it. After discussion with a wise friend I have decided to put a little bit in each week under the heading *** FAT CAMP NEWS *** so that anyone who gets utterly bored by people whinging about diets etc. can skip it. If anything it will keep me honest because I will look like a right fool if I fail. The last thing I want though is for it to take over my blog so I’m going to only give updates once a week.
I saw Two Towers again last night (yes I know it’s getting silly) and I assert that all films (well decent ones anyway) should be made for cinema release at certificate 18 to minimise the Annoying Wesley contingent. All the way through the film the idiot behind me was kicking my chair, the girls next to her making giggly and stupid comments and the adolescent couple in front of us were talking all the way through. Maybe they should set up a segregated area for them. The Wesley Pen, or something, seperated well away from the rest of the population, so they can be as obnoxious and irritating as they like and everyone else can watch the film in peace.
Thursday, January 23, 2003
Getting up early is finally starting to catch up with me - I found it tremendously difficult to get out of bed this morning although that could be because I woke naturally at about 5 and then went back to sleep. When the hi-fi alarm finally woke me up (must change the cd, I'm getting awfully bored of the first few notes of 'Push') I had this almighty battle in my head, one faction telling me to go back to sleep for another hour, you'll feel better honest! and the other faction saying nonono you'll just feel shit and you'll end up rolling into work at 10 and then you'll have to stay really late. In the end the latter faction won but I realise that all this battle and factions stuff doesn't make me sound very sane. I saw Charlie's Angels (the film) before going to bed and that bit where Natalie (Cameron Diaz) is dreaming, wakes up, jumps out of bed with a big smile on her face and starts dancing around her room always makes me curious whether anyone in the whole world actually does wake up like that. Perhaps everyone does and it's just me who does the grouchy but sleepy bear impersonation in the mornings, although several TV programs and adverts, not to mention a couple of past boyfriends make me confident that I'm not alone.
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Well hello. Here I am on my third day of getting up at 6.45am and I'm actually feeling pretty good. It rocks because instead of my usual morning agenda of getting up at 8.30-9.00 thinking "oh fuck", getting dressed, having a quick wash and running into work minging and hungry, I get to get up (provided I can resist the temptation to go straight back to sleep, which I have succeeded at so far), have a long luxurious shower (no other fucker else up at that time to want the bathroom), wash, get dressed, get a nice tasty breakfast and then trundle to work to arrive, feeling fresh as a daisy and raring to go (kind of) at 8.
I have, after much deliberation, decided to challenge myself to a whole month without the demon drink (I of course mean alcohol not Sunny Delight, although I won't be drinking that shit either). I think it will be interesting to see if I can do it because alcohol is so much a part of a "normal" Brit lifestyle, especially mine. It will also be interesting to see just how much money I do spend per month on alcohol. I suspect it's far too much. It will also benefit my poor liver and kidney to give them a bit of a break and it should help my overall health generally. So this is the deal: I haven't drunk alcohol since Saturday the 18th January and I propose to bloody well try to keep it that way until the 1st of March. This gives me slightly over a month - I was originally planning on starting from February the 1st but it would feel like cheating a bit as it's the shortest month of the year *grin*, plus there's no time like the present and I've already got off to such a good start of 3 whole days. On the 1st of March I shall of course be getting drunk from one shot of tequila.
I had a pretty good night last night. After finally winning custody of the lounge for an evening, Liz and I watched Sleepy Hollow which is an utterly splendid film that I can see again and again without getting bored. Not usually my type of film but it's excellently done and Johnny Depp plays Ichabod very well. Most of the acting in fact is very good. There are a couple of plot holes in it but they don't ruin the film at all. It was slightly marred by some of the lads coming in part way through a bit pissed and rowdy and making stupid comments about the film and almost ruining it for Liz as she hadn't seen it before. They eventually went back to the pub to let off a bit more revision stress, apart from one who hasn't done any, he's just a pisshead hehe. Steff then joined us to watch Blade II which, apart from a couple of bits that didn't really make sense to me, I thought was impressive and really enjoyed. It bugged me for a while because Luke Goss' character really reminded me of something/someone and I couldn't work out who. Towards the end of the film it dawned on me that it was that ferengi from Star Trek DS9. I was disapponted with Danny John-Jules in it. He seems to be rather typecast, with the pointy teeth and all but it was good to see him in it as he hasn't been very high profile after being in one of the best and my favourite TV series ever - Red Dwarf.
Annoyingly my updating my mouse driver, while finally getting the scrolling wheel to work properly, has buggered the right button. Bah, time to put my administrator hat on (bloody NT) and try to sort it out.
Monday, January 20, 2003
The last post I made is really glum and depressing. I am feeling much better now which may or may not have something to do with me actually getting the first full night's sleep in months. Boy I love exam period. I actually got up at 6.45 this morning so that I could have time to do all the stuff I normally miss like have a shower (ming!) and breakfast and stuff. I also managed to get a spot of belly-dancing in - not the most common of things to be doing at 7.30 in the morning I imagine - and then got into work at about 8, ready to kick the week in the balls.
I've had a reasonably good although an incredibly lazy and unproductive weekend. Lots of things that I meant to get done remain unfinished and there's only myself to blame. I was correct that seeing LOTR again led to a pub visit. Two pubs in fact, although it wasn't an especially late night.
I got up late on Saturday (my flatmate was considerately making noise until about 5 that morning) and then proceeded to do fuck all until about 4 when I was lured to the pub again. It had been a while since I'd started drinking so early in the day so one pint made me feel very tipsy indeed. We started in the Varsity (although the 'V' is often missed out) which is a pub where you can get a card that gives you 'discount' drinks. The prices are so bad there to begin with that the discount only takes the drinks to be the same or slightly more expensive than anywhere else. The guys were doing the really intellectual and neanderthal game of giving all the women who walked past marks out of ten which I hate because not only is it really boring for me, it always makes me feel really shit and inadequate. We then went on to the very nice (and reasonably priced) Ship and Castle for Real Ale[tm] although I remembered the next morning why I hadn't drank real ale in a long time - oops. By this time we'd got quite a large group of us together, some who I hadn't seen in a long while so it was very cool. I ended up leaving fairly early though because being an awwld wommaaayynn now I don't have a stamina for long drinking sessions anymore and we'd started very early. Finished the night by watching possibly the silliest film ever made. It was supposed to be a horror but it was more ludicrous than anything else - one of the more cheesy types of horror, sprinkled generously with gaping plot-holes. I would still recommend that anyone who's into that sort of thing watches it for a giggle - it's called "Leprechaun" and it's worth seeing it just to see Jennifer Aniston at the peak of her career *grin*.
Yesterday I watched the new Eddie Izzard DVD which I totally splendid. I also managed to tidy my room a bit although it's not finished by a long shot. I also read. Wow what an exciting, thrill-a-minute day. It's what Sundays are for though innit.
Friday, January 17, 2003
Feeling quite miserable this morning. It’s all grey and rainy outside and I’m tired, although not quite as tired as yesterday. I just want to go back to bed and sleep off the blues. I don’t feel like explaining in great detail why I’m so down today, it’s not just the weather, things are not really going to my liking at the moment and I’ll just never understand the way some people work. I feel that I’m being used by some, when they need something it’s like they’re my best friend etc. but until then it’s like I don’t exist/matter to them. Probably a bit of paranoia but that’s the way I’ve been feeling lately and I’m finding it hard to shake off/prove otherwise.
I had another nightmare last night, where I was Buffy the vampire slayer having to destroy a mighty demon. This isn’t too strange as I watched the latest episode before going to bed. I also had another dream about a guy who I’ve been dreaming a lot about lately and the frequency of these dreams about him are making me feel strange towards him and unsure about my feelings for him. Ha - the power of dreams!
Well at least it’s Friday, I only have to wing my way through work until 5.30, rush dinner then a friend is coming round at 6 and we are going to go and see Two Towers (no I’m not obsessed, honest!). It’ll probably end up with some kind of public house visit but in my current state of mind I don’t think alcohol is a good idea. Besides, today is supposedly when I put my health & fitness plan into action as I was too tired and hungover to really bother yesterday. Tsk.
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
It’s been a good weekend where I went to Langley near Slough (pronounced Schhllaaaagghhh) to visit a friend and do a bit of flatminding. I went to see Two Towers again on the Friday and really enjoyed it again even though there were some ignorant twats in the row behind talking very loudly.
On saturday (eventually, despite my failure) we went to a splendid Japanese restaurant called Wagamama (dubbed Wag-a-mammary) which I thoroughly enjoyed despite my food taking ages to arrive and me being desperately hungry. I’d never been to a japanese restaurant before so it was all new and I didn’t have the foggiest what I was ordering when I ordered it but I’m glad I did because it was gorgeous. I even managed to eat it all with chopsticks and didn’t wuss out and order a fork as I expected to at first.
We then went on to a club called the Underworld which was pretty good although a bit tame - they didn’t even have any Rammstein! However this was made up for by the fact that one of the barmen in the place was non other than Mr. Frodo Baggins come all the way from Bag End to serve us. I’m not kidding, he really was the spitting image, including being only about 4 foot high. We of course resisted temptation to ask to look at his ring. Then we experienced the joys and wonders of the night bus back although it turned into about 3 night buses to find the one we really wanted and then a nice freezing walk back from the bus stop.
Sunday was spent chilling, recovering and watching films and on the Monday I returned to Aber.
Last night was a bit of a disaster. I had planned to go to rocsoc with a friend only to be stood up by the git which made me incredibly angry as he didn’t even phone me to say he couldn’t make it etc. I eventually went to rocsoc anyway and knew a couple of people there. I ended up talking most of the night to a guy who I vaguely knew but probably wouldn’t have talked to otherwise so that was the good side of the coin I guess as I got to know him a bit better and he’s cool. I even got an offer of random sex from a first year via SMS which made me laugh, it said “fancy sex?”. He has quite a habit of doing such things when drunk so I just tend to laugh it off or ignore him. And they say romance is dead. When I got back the guy who stood me up apologised but I was too angry at the time to accept it but we’ve sorted it out today and we are going to see Two Towers on Friday on the understanding that if he fails to turn up again, he’ll be singing soprano for the rest of his life *evil grin*.
Sunday, January 05, 2003
Had horrible nightmares that the town of Aber was set upon by a huge lizard creature type thing not too dissimilar from godzilla although much more cunning and scary. It may not sound too frightening but it bloody well was and I woke up with a horrid feeling and wouldn't go back to sleep for at least oh 20 minutes until I was convinced I'd cleared my head of the remains of the dream.
I had a really good new year's celebration although the actual new year bit was a bit of a let down but I'll get to that. Started quite early by going to Dan's house to watch various people spray their hair orange, green or both. My housemate Simon was extra brave and got a mohican which looked really cool. I then returned home to get changed myself which only consisted of putting a black suit and shades on to mimic the agents from the matrix although I had several other interesting suggestions during the night. Some of us then went for fat bastard pizza at the pier and I felt very weird walking in wearing my costume as it was still fairly early and not many others were dressed up. In fitting with the punk costumes of a couple of the others, they were shouting obscenities on the way to the Cambrian, got to get in character what what.
The cabrian was absolutely packed to the rafters, we could hardly move although luckily some people had arrived earlier and got a table and I managed to con someone else to go to the bar for me. It was absolutely splendid. Loads of people who I haven't seen for ages had all come to Aber to get together and be merry. Most of them were already pretty trollied by this point which made it quite interesting and it didn't take me too long to get rather tipsy myself as I was drinking lots of yummy cocktails. It eventually emptied out a bit more so people could move and get to the bar and things which was much better and then two of my friends from rocsoc arrived so I went to talk to them and they convinced me to go with them to the Academy. I went to tell the others but amusingly most of them were too drunk to know what I was going on about .
The academy was fairly empty (for the academy) but it was cool because we got a nice table and the guys were happy because there were some very scantily clad women flashing their legs at the top of the stairs. They kept getting lots of photos with my camera too so when I go to pick them up I'm going to look like a right lesbian. Dungarees on standby. One of them even suggested I join them and when I said I was wearing too much he told me he had some scissors. Hmmm. The actual striking of new year was a complete anticlimax though. The first we knew of it was some cheering at the other side of the pub whereupon we looked at the time, found it it was midnight and went "oh...happy new year". We then decided to move on to somewhere with a bit more atmosphere so we tried the pier but it was a tenner to get in so we said "stuff that" instead we went to the Glen which was still quite dear at 6 quid but we couldn't be arsed traipsing around everywhere.
Glen was pretty cool. We managed to nab the pool table and were drunkenly playing it and I wasn't playing so bad for me. We were all quite merry by this point so there was a lot of cheating going on *grin* but it was cool because we wereall cheating in equal measure. When we got kicked out (closing time not being naughty) we returned to mine for more drinking and watching amusing videos and didn't actually get to bed until about 5.30. A splendid night.
Thursday, January 02, 2003
Well where do I start? I wish there was some way of instantly downloading all my thoughts into a blog, berhaps through some kind of lead that you stick in your ear or something because I always start out with loads to say but the sheer effort of taking the time to write them down, attempt to sort them into some kind of readable paragraphs and then check spelling and grammar can be far too much for me sometimes.
Well happy new year and all that malarchy. Feels weird it being 2003, I'll be 24 years old this year *horror*
ok the summary for the year - the first few months will probably be rather vague as it was ages ago and can't really remember and also the information might not be entirely accurate datewise and stuff but I'll try my best.
January
First NYE party ever spent in Aberystwyth (for me). It's all a bit hazy, my costume was a bit of a copout and I was still with my last bf (soon to be fiance). I don’t remember much of the rest of the month - no not because I spent the whole month in a drunken haze - but because it was a very long time ago and I have enough trouble remembering what I had for lunch yesterday innit.
February
This was quite an eventful month. I got engaged which was quite a surprise to everyone who knew me as I was always adamant I would never do this. I also went with my newly aquired fiance to paris where I had a splendid time as it really is a beautiful place. I also threw a big house-party which was lots of fun too. All in all a very good and happy month.
March
Another unremarkable month as far as I can remember. I think it was at about this time when I had to make the decision whether to stay in the bedsit I was currently living in, whether to move to a flat in town or whether to move into the student house which I finally chose.
April
For all my hard work and effort it was agreed that I get a 10% payrise this month except because of certain problems I wasn’t to actually receive it until much later (Dec). Was very chuffed though because such a raise is good and means that they thought I was making excellent progress.
May
Went to London to take part in the Moonwalk which just shows how bloody minded I am as I was in agony after 13 miles and still managed to hobble the remaining 13. An amazing achievement and one I’m very proud of. I raised 250 quid for charidee too - bonus. This is also the month when fiance decided I was holding him back from his new chosen drug lifestyle and decided he wanted to sleep around. Not fun, especially as also a few days later was my birthday but even though I was dragged out by my friends and had a gorgeous meal and generally a good night, I was far too miserable to enjoy it properly. I’ll have to make up for that this year.
June
Tried again with fiance but realised it was no hoper so finished it. Also the month when I moved from my little bedsit on my own to a house with 8 other people - all of which are students. Quite a bit of a shock to the system I can tell you! I also decorated my room in this gorgeous blue-green colour although the job is probably not the most professional ever.
July
Quietish summer in Aberystwyth, trying to get to know my new housemates as I only knew a couple to begin with. I also had a night out in London for a mate’s birthday which was cool. I quite like visiting London although I don’t know if I could live there as I’d just be swallowed up by the large manicness of it all. I also joined an acting company and thought the workshops were great, however the bastards auditioned for the production while I was in hospital so I didn’t get a part despite them saying they’d find me a small one bitterness.
August
I was getting quite pissed off with the tourists by now. Aber attracts a particularly annoying breed of tourist - normally the more ignorant type of brummie with hordes of small, badly behaved little shits of children in tow, that just act like utter twats with no concern for anyone else and anyone who might actually live there. I’m sure there are also really nice people who visit Aber but these are the ones who really stand out.
September
My anniversary at First Earth. Additionally this was the month that I got to spend a splendid week in Norway and the time when all the students returned to Aber. Even though I’m not a student anymore, the calendar affects me because so many of my friends, including housemates, are.
October
I finally kept the promise I’d made to myself when I gave up the German part of my degree course to do pure compsci in my first year. I found I had too much of a workload so I allowed myself to drop German as long as I took it up again once I’d finished my degree and so I did.
November
I was taken into hospital with a mystery illness and hereby missed my dad’s wedding. Got pissed off and buggered off to harlech for a while to sort myself out. Being ill for long periods of time can really make me narky.
December
Found out the shattering news that my kidney is buggered but came to terms with that quite quickly. Decided to brave christmas period on my own which I’m quite pleased about. Partied a little too hard but I don’t regret it in the slightest.
