tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17833571032753201332024-02-18T18:52:15.390-08:00I can't think of a good title.Keep telling me facts and making me smile.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-23742224286438868562010-12-01T17:32:00.000-08:002010-12-01T17:35:03.491-08:00Library fineI forgot to add on my previous post that I have set a new personal record and beaten my previous library fine of £16 something. The other week due to my own stupidity at forgetting to renew half of the books I had out on loan I managed to give myself the lovely fine of £31.90. I was nearly sick!Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-91145416379803126862010-12-01T16:51:00.000-08:002010-12-01T17:09:27.795-08:00Haven't been on here in aaaages.I haven't been on here in ages so I thought I would come on and write some bull. Well naturally, a lot of things have happened nothing of any great interest to be honest. I still work at the co op and things in uni are going well it's just zooming along and it's getting scary just how long I have left, although I have made a change that will hopefully allow me to achieve my ambition of becoming a teacher!! I've finally went back to college to do a night class in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">GCSE</span> maths and I've got my own little saying of 'the fourth time lucky' to keep me going, I hope to God I can achieve that bloody elusive C grade. My 15 year old sister is currently doing the same and it is rather soul destroying when she can do the work to a better level!! It takes so much willpower to drag my ass there every Tuesday but I think I'm improving so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> a good thing. I have also trained through the university as an Aim Higher Associate which involves going to a school and being a mentor to students and just being a '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">rolemodel</span>' along with promoting further and higher education, I've been given the school I'll be placed in so I'm just waiting to start. I'm also going to apply to do a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">PGCE</span>, I just have to gain experience of working in a school before I can send the application form off, which is worrying as people are already having interviews.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-2795111281058167692010-01-27T09:24:00.000-08:002010-02-03T13:53:51.641-08:00In a ranting mood.At the moment there are a few things that are grinding my gears.<br /><ol><li>UNIVERSITY - The fact that due to cut backs to save money that will apparently be spent on more books for the library, module guides are no longer given out in class and it would also appear that handouts have vanished and now most are electronic. This may be easier for lecturers and granted It only takes a few clicks and a couple of seconds to download it so that isn't the problem. What I do have a problem with though is the fact that I don't see what the tuition fee of £3,245 a year is being spent on if we are no longer given paper resources in class so therefore have to spend even more money printing out stuff like guides, short stories etc and at 5p a page it may not be a lot of money and I'm no tight arse, but it all adds up especially when handouts are a few pages long and there are four modules each semester. The length of lectures do not seem to be value for the tuition fee we are charged, usually they allocate a 2-3hour slot for a lecture/seminar which is a decentish amount of time. But I have noticed that this isn't the case, 3hour lectures sometimes finish upto an hour earlier meaning students are missing out on valuable lecture time where they could be learning more from a lecturer before going home and carrying out independent study. Poor lecturers that get dumped with the two hour lecture slots seem to have not enough time and race to cram everything in sometimes without a much needed 5 minute break even if it is just to stretch your hands from writing, personally I need a break after an hour, no matter how much I try to force myself to concentrate my mind always goes blank and I sit there in trance like state so god knows what the lecturers must think it must be disheartening to have 30+ students sitting staring at you looking as though the light is on but no one is home.</li></ol><p></p><p>2. The new room on the 4th floor in university - It has no windows and the lighting is HORRIBLE! Headache inducing strip lights that are really bright. grrrrrr!!!!</p><p></p><p>3. The copy of Beloved by Toni Morrison that I ordered off bloody Amazon - I paid £3.98 for it or something like that but that's not the point. Supposedly it was 'used but in perfect condition' some liar put in the description, when it arrived the pages were bent and wrinkled from where somebody had spilt liquid on it - probably tea or coffee. And it had something sticky on it which I had to wipe off with dettol spray but worst of all was when I looked inside the cover it had in the corner £1.99. You would have thought if they were selling a book for more than what they bought it for then the least they could have done was rub out the price, especially as it was only written in pencil. That made me much more angrier than I should have probably got.</p><p>4. The trainee boy in the nail place - who I'm not kidding was about 14. I went to get my acrylic nails soaked off as they were irritating me and I wanted to paint my natural nails a nice colour seeing as I had let them grow for a change. He was let loose with an electric file with which he cut the skin around my cuticle resulting in a small cut that although barely visible really stings, and I ended up paying £10 for the pleasure, also he sqaured off my nails when I asked for them to be rounded.</p><p>Rant over. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-66182517531572384912010-01-05T16:38:00.000-08:002010-01-05T16:54:17.892-08:00I'm praying for 6ft of snowfall overnight.Thats probably a bit greedy actually, 1ft of snow would probably have the desired outcome. I so hope university is shut tomorrow due to a disgusting amount of overnight snow but I know that won't be the case. I have an exam tomorrow for Language In Society, and have I revised enough? errrm well no! But there is pretty much nothing I can do about that now given the time is 12.45am and my exam is 11am, SO I'll just go to bed where I will spend the night thinking and worrying. I wish I wasn't such a thinker.<br /><br />It's mine and Ben's first year anniversary today, all the snow is bringing back fond memories of last year when the weather was just as bad as is it is now yet we went on our first date and had a really lovely time, until I slipped like a wally in the snow hit the floor and dragged the poor boy down with me as he was trying to be romantic giving me a piece of chocolate. Neither of us were hurt apart from a broken nail and my bashed up pride. I have already fallen over in the snow twice already and thats enough although I hope to be as happy this year as I was last year.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-19088567077241750982009-12-22T14:48:00.001-08:002009-12-22T14:58:12.168-08:00SweetiesI don't like milk all that much yet I like milky bottle sweets. I guess they are given the name as they are supposed to taste of milk, well the pack that I got today didn't and I was very dissapointed still I ate a third of the bag before realising that they are HORRIBLE. I hate it when I taste things from my childhood and then discover that I no longer like them. I think the ingredient list put me off, apart from the first three variations of sugar the fourth ingredient was Beef gelatine. mmmm cows bones, not very appealing. I also got a little bag of rhubarb and custards, now if they don't taste of actual rhubarb and custard then there is gunna be trouble.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-57803124147619534272009-12-21T15:12:00.000-08:002009-12-21T16:31:37.964-08:00ho ho ho merry christmas.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TvT8bHcGmg5M9A6uM2ueASuHKGIAPnpw1jZFWAzKsJa_rFF4WtKVuRVJuO_4JrsjX7-HHyvA0fsurmOhqtesw4sj9pEsMgg4viTGp8vbQf4wiqj89d0uTI3HvdxGLGWb7q8wIbrWCtJq/s1600-h/BEN+AND+ME.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 268px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417851616908379826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TvT8bHcGmg5M9A6uM2ueASuHKGIAPnpw1jZFWAzKsJa_rFF4WtKVuRVJuO_4JrsjX7-HHyvA0fsurmOhqtesw4sj9pEsMgg4viTGp8vbQf4wiqj89d0uTI3HvdxGLGWb7q8wIbrWCtJq/s320/BEN+AND+ME.bmp" /></a><br /><div>It's that time of year again folks! How quickly has this year just zoomed by semester one at uni is done with, thank the lord! I was at risk of harming myself and maybe others if I had to sit through another classics lecture pretending to look as though I found it interesting. I did try but just couldn't get into it hopefully I have also passed the second part of the module so I won't have to re-do it. The lecturer did try to make it semi appealing but I think studying epic poetry is a bit like marmite you either love it or hate it. I love marmite but have a strong dislike for John Milton. (he is the guy that wrote Paradise Lost, not the lecturer - just incase you were bothered) All my other uni modules have been okay nothing to write home about although Women's writing was really interesting and I actually enjoyed it, until I got my essay grade back which was a bit of a kick in the teeth especially as I really tried with it. I have two essays and an exam after christmas which isn't so good but then semester two doesn't start until the end of January so I can't really complain.<br /><br />The other night we had a pre christmas which was wonderful, Ben's family came down to snatch him away from me and take him back home to his lovely village for christmas. Before they did that though we all exchanged gifts - I know christmas isn't supposed to be all about presents but i'm not going to pretend it is lovely to recieve gifts, although I like to give them more. I went a bit overboard and got Ben some headphones, spooks dvds, aftershave, a big thick scarf, a lyle and scott polo shirt, and a cardigan, he seemed happy enough with it all and his little smiling face was lovely to see.<br />I was really suprised with what I got off him, in a good way. He can be romantic when he wants to be but that's not very often. When it was my birthday last year he got me a bottle of perfume that I chose and was with him when he got it, he left it on the bookshelf in his room and on my birthday just took it down and gave it me unwrapped, also without a card which would have meant a lot to me to recieve after he left it in boots and 'didn't see another card that he liked enough to get me'. So I was shocked when the other night he produced a stunning box with a 1940s style woman on the front, inside the box was a matching christmas card and in the box was a purple purse, a huge lavender coloured candle, and the most beautiful matching picture frame and jewellery box that contains pressed flowers in the glass. My favourite present ever was the bag that he got me It's hard to describe but I just love it so much.<br />It made me want to cry the amount of effort he went to in choosing me the gifts that all colour co-ordinated and the fact that he had put effort into it, no one has ever really done that for me before, its always me being the thoughtful considerate one. So Ben, if you are reading this THANKYOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU, nearly as much as the bag.<br /><br />Me Ben and his family went to the bluebrick for a wonderful meal, If you haven't been then go. It's near the sorting office in Wolverhampton right next to the premier inn, it does an outstanding monkfish curry that I could have just ate plate after plate of - not to fishy and not to curried. lovely.<br />He has only been back at home for like two days but It has made me realise just how much I love being in a couple and being a partnership. Although I was happy when I was single, sharing things with someone is just a million times better I'm definatley better as part of a couple. Doing things on your own that you would normally do as a couple is just rubbish, and I already miss the little silly things like watching tv and having cups of flavoured tea together at night time and him singing to me. I have managed to escape dreaded co op for long enough to go home for christmas this year, so on christmas eve I shall be bidding farewell to wolves and greeting Runcorn with open arms. Nothing much well nothing at all is planned I'm going to spend some quality time with the family and catch up with my friends who regretably I haven't seen in far too long, the only trouble is I am laden with gifts and didn't really think about how I'm going to get them back home, I am not looking forward to juggling them and a big rucksack of clothes on a train that will probably be packed considering it will be christmas eve. ohwell.<br /><br />Me and Ben are going to be spending new year together don't know what we will be doing yet, but I don't really care. To go out anywhere costs about a million quid so i'll be happy just to spend time together even if we stay in. I have a feeling 2010 is going to be a great year! January is going to be a busy time anyway, I have essays and exams due at the beginning, then it's our year anniversary, then ben's 21st then mine. I've spent far too long on here and looking at places that we could go as a birthday treat, I really must get back to writing essays and maybe stop on iplayer for a little peek at the eastenders episode I missed.......wonder what happens to the mitchells.</div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-36950439796137512842009-11-14T19:05:00.000-08:002009-11-14T19:18:57.333-08:00What do you do when your father is an insensitive moron?That is the question I am asking myself at the moment....i'm wondering what to do?<br /><br />To cut a long story short, my dad who I met four years ago and his wife have just had a baby about a month ago, my little brother Noah. I was informed of his birth via a group text message he sent to everyone. Then he said they don't want people seeing the baby just yet they want a week to themselves, which I understood and fair enough, but what I don't appreciate is getting a message off him asking when im coming up Manchester to see the baby because they have other people they need to fit in. On top of that he said well 'we can't have four people seeing him at once he'll be knackered'. I understand being a little human is very tiring at that age, but god im not a bloody slot in the appointment calendar.<br /><br />I told dad this and said im not going all the way up there to be kicked out because he has other people waiting to come, it ended up in an arguement. Apparently I was 'pissing him off'...so he put the phone down...and he tells me to be mature! ha, what a joke.<br /><br />I returned the call, and ended up rowing somemore because he delivered the blow....''well to be truthfull you aren't part of my life.'' What an utter bastard. Just because we see each other like four times a year doesn't mean we aren't part of each others lives. It is possibly the most hurtful thing anyone has said to me, like someone stabbing me or something just as painful.<br /><br />He said I should call him back the next day when I've calmed down. Cheeky git. So the next day he called me, I ignored him and his three voice msgs. And have continued to since, he got his wife to send me a half hearted 'we want to see you text message', which wasn't that believable, given what dad of the year had said to me. I ignored that to.<br />To be honest I can do without surrounding myself with people like him, but then again I would like to see my brother. So I'm a bit stuck on what's the best thing to do. I have had the patience of a saint with dad, but he has kinda pushed me a step to far.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-9651277201467587782009-09-21T06:24:00.000-07:002009-09-21T06:51:15.574-07:00TriumphWell the new academic year has started, and I'm excited. This morning I went to the first lecture of the day 'Women's writing', and was not that suprised to learn that the majority of the class are female apart from two lads who looked a little bewidered. Other than them actually having an interest in women's writing - which they probably do, my guesses as to why they chose the module are a) thinking 'oooh yeah that will be full of girls', or b) due to timetable clashes and picking modules that are the best out of a not so good bunch this module was the best. Which to be honest is why I am studying it.<br /><br />I hope it turns out to be a module that I like though, right now it could go either way. I can't say I enjoyed the lecture but then again I have sat through worse things, so I shall see how it goes. Anyway time for triumph of the day - The module guides were given out listing the four key texts we have to read by week 8, by my calculations that works out to be a book a week from now until week 8. As my loan hasn't come in yet and probably won't do for another month or so, and with the majority, infact all bar five of the class saying they will buy the books off cheap internet sites I headed off to the library.<br />There I found all four books to have two copies available, lucky old me. When I got to the shelves I was suprised to see that no one else had bothered to come and get the books. This is the first time in a long time that I haven't been beaten to a book by another wise thinker from my class.<br /><br />Lauren 1 - everyone else 0. Atleast I won't have to pay for them, the only annoying thing is is that they are only on a one week loan so i'll have to remember to keep on renewing them which I will probably forget about, therefore incurring library fees. So to be fair in the long run i'm probably best buying them, but for new renting them will do.<br /><br />I've got another lecture in a while, ' texts and practices', I hope it's good/not that long. I like learning new things but my brain is too tired today, then off home via ASDA to stock up on cold and flu tablets and loo roll for snotty noses, as both Ben and my flatmate Nikita seem to have come down with some rotten freshers flu thing.<br />I hope I don't get it.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-33117965925189805872009-09-16T15:05:00.000-07:002009-09-16T15:30:24.639-07:00Student loansIt isn't often that I write about topical news,well actually I never do to be honest but I felt I had to after reading this.<br /><a href="http://www.expressandstar.com/2009/09/16/cash-offer-to-students/">http://www.expressandstar.com/2009/09/16/cash-offer-to-students/</a><br />The university helping out first year students with emergancy funding is all well and good, but students in 2nd and 3rd year will be affected just as bad with the delays of loan payments by student loan company. Personally I am having a fight with the SLC to get my loan. I filled it out online as I was told it would be processed faster than if i was to fill it out the good old fashioned way by pen and paper, what a load of bullshit.<br /><br />Apparently they were going to send my mum a letter in the post with a password in so she could gain access to the loan site and confirm the details that I had already given for her, she has yet to recieve that letter. But last week she got a letter saying they are waiting for confirmation information off her so that my loan can be processed. My mother is a lot of things but she isn't superhuman, how is it possible for her to have gave information without having the password to gain access to the site.<br />I bet the people who work for SLC are just an evolutionary step above cavemen. Utter useless idiots. I appreciate that it is not their fault a record number of people have applied for university, but making stupid mistakes like this slows down the whole process.<br /><br />The university have not mentioned anything about giving emergany loans, or atleast I haven't heard about it. Im assuming they would have told you by letter if you had been one of the lucky ones to have been given the emergancy grant. I'm guessing I'm not one of them. Probably a postcode lottery or something.<br />This leaves me in a bit of a pickle, I had banked on getting my loan on time and had allocated money from it to be spent on books for my course, as I do English books are something I have to spend money on. Even if i get them second hand, they still cost, and without a loan being able to afford them is a bit of a non starter. Especially as I have just spen my hard earned wages on things that I need for halls such as duvet, pillows, cleaning things, food etc. So until my loan comes whenever that will be, I'm just going to have to hope the library has the books that I will need for my modules. My guess is though is that there will be people with the same idea as me. In the past I have had mad after lecture races to the library with people from my course who have wisely had the same idea, thing is though they always win.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-74734916353472732052009-09-16T04:36:00.000-07:002009-09-16T05:48:28.393-07:00Things happen when you least expect it.After having moved out of university halls I went back to Yorkshire with Ben and stayed with his family, it was really nice and just the break I needed out of this concrete city. I loved the fact that even though he lives in a little village that the coast and grassy fields are only a few minutes away depending on how your mood takes you. For a start the air feels fresher.<br /><br />As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. On saturday we moved into Victoria Hall, its very nice and plush well for students anyway. The flat we have is 7 storyes up and I have a view from my room that looks over towards Bentley bridge, so maybe not the best view of them all but I'll live with it, atleast it's better than a ground floor room. So far everything is going great, although I have noticed a few pros and cons.<br /><br /><br /><strong>pros</strong><br />Three minute (maybe 4min) walk to uni.<br />Once you have paid rent you dont have to worry about paying bills.<br />We are recieving freeview on the tv and although we should have a t.v licence we don't (YET!).<br />Living with three really nice people who I know I get along with, therefore allowing me to bypass doing silly things like writing names on food boxes having own shelf in fridge etc..<br />Having the choice to either sleep in the big bed in my room or the big bed in Ben's room.<br />Having a big bed.<br />Having a sofa, kitchen/dining area.<br />24 hour caretaker - I realised the benefit of these people when my door shut and locked me out of my own bedroom - five times! Eventually the next day they fixed the lock.<br />The feeling of being safe.<br />We have been provided with a henry hoover, well its called numatic - we have yet to think of a name.<br /><br /><strong>Cons</strong><br />The £150 price tag for the internet.<br />The £1.50 for a washer and the £1.50 for a dryer<br />The price they charge if anything of theirs is broken, so we decided on getting our own plates cups etc so if they break we wont care.<br />When the lift broke the other day when I wasn't feeling well, I didn't appreciate having to walk up seven storeys.<br />Having to take the rubbish bags downstairs in the lift to the bins, it's a bit eurgh.<br />Not being allowed to put posters up - not even with white tac, unless it's on the pin board, although the pin board they have provided us with isn't even that big.<br />Stating that we are provided with stuff for the kitchen, and then not providing us with essential things like a chopping board, baking tray or potato peeler.<br /><br />I suppose everything has its positve and negative points, and so far it has turned out how I expected, lovely jubbly. Now I'm just waiting for uni to commence, I'm feeling nervous and exciting I dont really know what to expect of 2nd year world, but I'm not expecting it to be easy. Well my theory is if I expect something to be dificult, then I'll like it when I find it isn't as dificult as I first thought. My modules still need changing, but I can't print out the module selection form to take to my school office as my printer card doesn't flaming work.<br /><br />We have gone out a couple of times since freshers week started, it's more relaxing this time round. It is really nice to know people from your year and to just chat to them over drinks or whatever, I also find it reassuring to have old friends even when you are meeting new ones. I prefer quality over quantity. So even though I may not be an absolute social butterfly and have 1000 friends, the friends I have got I know are quality and will always be friends with.<br /><br />A few new deaf freshers have started uni this year, it was nice to see them all together and seeing Ben signing to them all last night, it made me feel really proud of him and bought a smile to my face, it it is not often that he uses sign to communicate, and without sounding patronising I sometimes feel bad that he sometimes has to struggle at times in the hearing world. So it was really lovely to see him relaxed and signing with people who understand it. I could do with learning BSL, thinking about it its probably the best way to communicate in a club, the music in Oceana last night was so loud.<br /><br />On a sad note, I heard news last night that the boyfriend of my friend back home has died. I had only met him for a few days back in June when we all camped at Glatonbury and he was violently ill off drinking too much pimms, but he seemed like a real nice guy. Most importantly I could tell he loved my friend, they were one of those couples that when you look at them made you go aww rather than urgh. Hayley has been my friend since we we started secondary school and we can chat about anything and I can be honest and tell her to shut up when she's annoying me, she is the type of friend that since moving to uni I haven't really seen all that much. But the type of friend that will always be a friend, no matter how many times you may or may not see them.<br />I struggled last night to find what to say to her, I wanted to be tactful and comforting without being patronising. It's hard to know what to say to a friend whos 20 year old boyfriend has just died, you shouldn't really have to be saying it.<br /><br />Words are a funny thing, they can be beautiful comforting sometimes hurtful, I find it amazing the way in which something that is written down can have such an effect upon our emotions. Words aren't a living entity they don't have a heartbeat or feelings so how do they make us feel a certain way. I think the answer is thinking. Writing something down actually makes you think more about the words and what is being said, the thought process that went into expressing emotions or thoughts through words. Saying something is brief it can be throw away, whereas something noted down by pen is permanant. That is why I am stupid at writing things like sympathy cards, either sounding like a moron or writing something that is cliched and therefore not comforting at a time when it is most needed.<br /><br />Life is a funny thing, and sometimes it takes things like the horrible news last night to make you take stock and evaluate where you are going with your own. It has certianly made me appreciate my own life much more.<br /><br />Rest in peace Dale.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-49163026607313384912009-08-27T10:55:00.000-07:002009-08-27T11:02:33.366-07:00Twitting hell!I've gone over to the darkside of this new age micro blogging world thingy. Yes, Twitter has gobbled up another victim into its hungry horrible mouth. Me.<br /><br />On first impressions I am not that impressed to be honest, I expected it to be good from all the fuss that is made of it everyday in the papers, radio etc etc. I am a bit wary of it, I mean it has a word limit on what you can put in the tweets - what is that all about!?<br /> I will give most things a go though so I shall stick with it and see if I warm to it. As a rather talkative peson though I always have a lot to say, most of it garbage but I ramble on regardless. This is why I love Blogspot so much. And now I feel I am betraying it.<br /><br />Blogspot - I am sorry.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-39442023554966835022009-08-12T08:12:00.001-07:002009-08-27T07:24:55.748-07:00ChoicesSometimes I think not having any choices would make life a hell of a lot easier. Having choice is what makes me stay in ASDA for 40 minutes in the in the olive section, wondering if I should get the garlic stuffed variety or the ones that are filled with jalepenos. Choice gives me a headache. But to imagine a life without having a choice to do or pick something isn't really worth thinking about.<br /><br />I have been thinking about the English modules I shall taking next year. They have changed over the past day or two, but now I think I'm finally decided. It seems a lot of the modules have exams this year, which fills me with a nervous dread. And although I don't like giving presentations I realise it's something that can't be avoided. So I'm going to embrace it and I may actually prove myself to be semi decent at it.<br /><br />The modules I have picked are:<br /><br />semester 1<br />Classics In Literature<br />Stylistics: Language and literature<br />Language in society<br />Sounds of language<br /><br />semester 2<br />Critical Theory<br />Romanticism<br />American literature<br />Writing workshops - special topics<br /><br />Although the summer has been nice and relaxed I can't wait to get back to uni, my brain is feeling a little sleepy and needs to be woken up. These modules seem like the perfect challenge.<br /><br />*update: It would appear that I am some form of dimwit. I won't be doing sounds of language, as it isn't even running this year. I had stupidly picked modules that featured in the 2008/2009 module guide not the 2009/10 guide. So it looks as though It will have to be womens writing instead. Although I don't really want to do it, it looks the best out of the bunch.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-75534661540210585782009-07-29T10:32:00.001-07:002009-07-29T11:26:56.335-07:00With Jesus in the boat we can smile at the storm.<a href="http://www.global-b2b-network.com/direct/dbimage/50242139/Stick_Umbrella_with_Double_Frill.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 360px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.global-b2b-network.com/direct/dbimage/50242139/Stick_Umbrella_with_Double_Frill.jpg" /></a><br /><div>The title of this post refers to a hymn we used to sing in primary school assembly. It always gives me a mental image of a cartoon like Jesus sitting in a wooden fishing boat, wearing a yellow waterproof mac being tossed about by a storm, it makes me giggle. This is possibly one of my favourite songs from school, that and the song we used to sing at harvest time about broad beans sleeping in a blankety bed. Now if I remember correctly there was also a line about beetroot,cauliflower and mushrooms, but I can't for the life of me remember what the song was called. My guess is, whoever composed it had probably been eating a few too many mushrooms themselves.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's been raining since like forever now. Rain is nice if you have nothing to do, but can bugger things up if you have plans. Rain always makes me want to stay in bed, nice warm and dry. </div><br /><div>This morning I dragged myself out of bed, it is my day off so I didn't want to waste it. When I looked out of the window, I was greeted with the view that the animals on Noah's ark were probably greeted with. Rain, rain, rain, rain, and more RAAAIIIN!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Guess which silly sod hasn't got an umbrella? Yes, me. I always mean to get one but then it goes sunny. Ex umbrelllas that I have owned in the past always seem to want to desert me and blow inside out at crucial times, i.e when I'm laden down with shopping bags crossing a really busy road and the rain is at its heaviest. I have never had a decent relationship with the things.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>..I am aware that as I am writing this the rain has actually stopped. But now it's too late to do the things that I wanted to do in the day. I wanted to go the art gallery and see some of the new exhibitions, I probably would have gone but I was kind of worried at the fact I would get soaking wet walking in the rain and resemble a drowned rat. I wouldn't mind but I made an effort to look nice today, a nice dress, cardigan etc. All gone to waste. I have sat in all afternoon and not done much it has been relaxing though! So I suppose it's ok.</div><br /><div>Actually I lie, I did go to asda where I got some grapes for 75p and some asparagus for 45p. Now if it wasn't for the rain, I never would have bagged those bargains.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>A few things I have learnt today.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>They are:</div><br /><div>1) It always rains when I have plans.</div><br /><div>2) They have moved the rice cakes in ASDA, it took me ten minutes to find them.</div><br /><div>3) Weight watchers bacon is not that nice and doesn't really taste bacony. I was rather dissapointed.</div><br /><div>4) I need to buy an umbrellla, but I refuse to pay £6 for one.</div><br /><div>5) I need my fringe cutting by a hairdresser, if i attempt to do it again it will almost certainly go wrong.</div><br /><div>6) It isn't good to stick your hand under a grill for too long when it is on.</div><br /><div>5) Don't wear a dress in the rain, it gets all soggy.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Oh I forgot to say, yesterday we (the people I shall be living with in september) went to victoria halls to sign for the flat. Finally. This means that now I am broke, but happy. Only a few weeks to go now until we move in. hurrah.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-72085482977922455032009-07-24T04:44:00.000-07:002009-07-24T04:59:32.565-07:00Rice cakesI really love rice cakes.<br />I am trying to eat healthily along with exercise in the hope of losing some weight that Isn't needed. I want to be able to maintain it, rather than just give up in a few weeks time when I get fed up or annoyed with myself.<br /><br />I have been eating things like rice and veg with fish or chicken for tea, or as some people like to call it dinner. Wierdos.<br />Anyway here is were the rice cakes come in, I usually have rice cakes and fruit for breakfast. I'm finding though that my choice of rice cake topping is getting a little boring, it's either low fat cream cheese or mashed up banana.<br /><br />Does anyone know of any nice imaginative toppings, that work well on an otherwise boring rice cake? Nothing to watery though, soggy rice cake is rubbish.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-24472310054124340462009-07-24T03:16:00.001-07:002009-07-24T04:09:40.825-07:00Another day.<span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>Toothache</strong></span><br />I would be a rubbish nurse. I have had an awful nights sleep tossing and turning, then at 4.36am (I checked on my phone) I was woke up by some little noises that sounded like a wounded animal. It took me about a minute to realise it was Ben laying next to me fidgeting around with his face in the pillow, it turns out he had tootache.<br /><br />Half asleep I got myself out of bed and spent a good five minutes searching for ibuprofen and paracetamol. Why is it they always seem to be lying around, but when you need them they can never be found. Anyway I shoved on a dessing gown, not really bothering that it wasn't tied or that if someone saw me in the kitchen they would have a shock at the state of my bed hair. So I went and got him some water and tablets and hoped to get back into the nice comfy bed.<br /><br />He was still in pain though, so I come up with the suggestion of me going to ASDA to get him some anbesol to make it numb. I said this but didn't think Ben would say yes. Now the time was nearing 5am. I was just about to slip on my jeans and drag my sorry ass off to asda, when I remembered a carrier bag full of bits and bobs (mainly junk, fake tan corector wipes and medicine) that I bought from the house when I moved out. It contained anbesol - HURRAH!! I knew there was a reason I kept items that I never really use.<br /><br />A few blobs of that on his tooth, and I'm guessing it worked it's numbing magic as he was out for the count. Shame about me though, I've been practically nudged out of bed and i'm sleeepy. Anyway hopefully when he wakes up the toothache has gone, otherwise it'll be a lovely day spent in the dentist.<br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>Victoria halls</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">For the past few weeks we have been getting a bit stressed about moving into the new halls. We have had the forms for a good two months or so now, but we never seemed to decide on a day when we would hand them in. Then last week the Express and star has to go and print a story about the halls facing closure before it even opens. This added more stress as no one from the halls had told us anything, and we were left wondering what would happen. I didn't want to live in a house again, and uni accomodation is grotty.</span><br /><br />They said that if the Gas canisters stored in carvers building yard were to blow then the halls would fall in the blast zone. Which obviously means that the building would face damage, therefore posing a risk to life. Feeling a bit nervous and wanting answers Ben, Nikita, Rob and myself went to the halls office and spoke with the manager. He said basically that its a pile of bull. Well i'm hoping it is anyway. He said that the buildings that have already been built are not in the blast zone. But they also got permission to build an extra block D, and if they were to go ahead with that extra building now, then that would be the one to fall in the zone. I hope this is true and that we are not being fed a few lines. So It would appear that we are safe to move in, the forms will be in next Tuesday all done and dusted, hopefully without any niggles.<br /><br />Bye bye university overpriced for what you get halls. Hello luxury student accomodation.<br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">After feeling my jeans getting tighter I am now on weight watchers, I am doing it by myself and sticking to the 'points' and weighing myself once a week. I can't justify spending £6 a week going to the classes, and having someone read the scales for you and to make you feel like crap if you have only lost a pound or two. As it's the summer I have no excuse not to exercise either, I just pity the people around west park who will have to see me all red faced as I jog my way around. Maybe one day I will work up to a run.</span>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-21037546540754389442009-07-10T13:39:00.000-07:002009-07-10T13:42:42.590-07:00FajitasDoes cooking fajitas work just as well in a normal pan? Ben has gone and thrown away the wok. Yes I may have burnt it the other night, but im sure the burnt bit would have come clean if i washed it.<br />Instead the Gok wok as he calls it, is in with the rubbish and I don't really fancy getting it out. I don't want to start cooking the peppers and chicken and stuff in a normal pan if it ain't really going to work.<br />Blummin eck.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-31213860490539833462009-07-10T13:18:00.000-07:002009-07-10T13:39:33.132-07:00FridayToday turned out to be a productive one, although im an idiot and forgot to ring student loan company yet again. I must write a note to myself reminding me not to forget.<br /><br />It was funny to see my mates rushing to hand resit work in today. I too was in that position last year and it made me smile inside to think I wouldn't have to go through the whole resit process again, that I can just enjoy summer without bricking it about passing the year or not. One of my mates failed last year like me and had to resit it this year. But also has had to do some resits again for the resit year. I feel a bit bad on her and hope the lazy arse passes.<br /><br />Kat, Abi and myself all went citizens advice to see if there was anything we could do about 'selfish' I don't want to give to much away. Not that she will ever read this, but there is something we can do. She is probably sat at home with a right smug grin on her face, thinking she is going to get way without paying anything. Well she isn't, and I cant wait to see that grin wiped off her face. To be fair the three of us could just pay her share of the bills and be done with it, but why should we when we dont owe the money. And I don't want to give her the satisfaction of getting away with it, when we are trying to co-operate with her and all she is doing is being a complete bitch.<br /><br />..It was a lovely sunny day today, was going to go the park but instead I got myself some sale bargains. It seems lots of places have sales at the minute, probably just desperate for the money. I got two bras, and a tshirt for myself and Ben and myself a pair of jeans each, all for £30! Good or what!<br /><br />I decided on getting a new pair of trousers for the funeral, they will also come in handy for work. Although the shortest pair I could find claimed to be a 29 inch leg. I think this is crap though as when I tried them on they scrape across the floor, im 5ft 3 so a 29'' leg shouldn't be that long on me. It really irritates me that shops sell trousers claiming to be 29'', 32'' or whatever when they are not. So anyway I will have to wear heels with them, or find myself a stretching wrack and make myself grow by about three inches.<br /><br />Emma Ben and myself then went to the carvery for a nice bit of gammon and turkey, veg potatoes and all that malarky. I think I have gone off green beans, just thought you may like to know.<br /><br />Thats about it really.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-32041132183284516822009-07-09T11:46:00.000-07:002009-07-09T12:50:59.129-07:00Don't you just love an automated voice.After being put on hold for 20 minutes, and being told by an automated welsh voice, '' we are sorry for the delay but we are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">experiencing</span> a high demand of calls right now, if you would like to hold we will put you through to an advisor''. I finally got through to the dimwits at the tax office just as I was about to give up and put the phone down. Hurrah.<br /><br />Since the start of time (March) I have been trying to reclaim my tax money back since I was being <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">emergency</span> taxed since September, and without fail <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">everytime</span> I have been fobbed off with something like 'ring back in a week', or 'the system is down'. Today on the phone I decided to use a more firm tone of voice, I don't know if it was that what worked. Or maybe I had just been put through to the only helpful person who works there, but either way it's all been sorted now. Thank God!<br /><br />Now it's just the pesky student loans to deal with uh - oh. I have left it so late to apply, I probably won't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">receive</span> any form of financial help until the year 2087. It's my own fault really, but if the process wasn't so god damn long I think I would have done it months ago. And really to be honest I am known to be a bit lazy so that probably doesn't help.<br /><br />I didn't do much today apart from ring the tax people and go to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ASDA</span> for bananas, honey and mushy peas. Although Ben went to Birmingham today with James, for a meeting about working with a charity for the disabled. Its just starting off and is all very exciting, promoting disability awareness and things and giving talks.<br />If you are reading this Ben I am really proud of you and what you are doing, now don't be getting a big head!<br /><br />The funeral for Grandad Harry is on Wednesday, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">i'm</span> stuck over what to wear. I know it isn't a fashion show and no one will care, but still I want to look half respectable and not like a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">scruffbag</span>. I can scrub up fairly well when I make an effort.<br /><br />Its either black trousers with a black ruffled blouse and heels.<br />OR<br />Black ruffled blouse with a grey pencil skirt and black heels<br />OR<br />Black skirt and black smart top thingy and black heels.<br /><br />Tomorrow I face a fun filled day with Kat and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Abi</span>. This will involve a trip to citizens advice to see what if anything can be done about my ex housemate 'selfish', and her lack of decency when It comes to paying her share of the bills.<br /><br />Let the battle commence I say.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-29044431314012587392009-07-07T13:08:00.000-07:002009-07-07T13:37:52.192-07:00GrandadGood old facebook eh. A few hours ago I found out of my grandads death via my sisters status. Today , four days after the stroke his body finally gave in and he stopped the fighting. I am happy family were given the time to go and say goodbye to him. Although he passed away in hospital, it is a nice reassuring feeling to know that he was with all of his daughters when he went from this world to another place.<br /><br />I am not big on religion at this stage in my life, maybe it could be seen by some as me just being ignorant. Maybe it is, I don't know. Maybe as I get older my views will change. I am an open person and accepting of many things, it's just that I don't really believe there is a God as such. I don't think there is one being that put us all here. I also don't believe that there is a heaven with angels and clouds an cherubs sitting on harps. I think it is a picturesque place made up by the people who want reassurance at a time of loss and vunerability. <br /><br />On the other hand, at times when I have dealt with loss within the family, I find it nice to think that the spirit of the deceased person has gone somewhere else to be at rest. I'm just not to sure were although in my mind it isn't picturesque heaven. Just somewhere better, where the persons spirit and personality can go when the body is tired and has given up.<br /><br />I do believe in spirits and ghosts, I think a spirit goes on forever. How I don't know, I just think that there is a better place to be than earth. But then again, maybe i'm just trying to reasuure myself along with the 'heaven' believers that when someone dies, it just doesn't stop and end there. As the idea of heaven allows for a journey to continue rather than stop.<br /><br />The body is just a case, personality character and spirit fill it. So although my grandads body has stopped working and is dead in the in the hospital. I know that that isn't him. His skin bones and false teeth didn't make him what he was. But the things he accomplished, the people who he loved his personailty and fighting spirit, they are the things that made him such a great man.<br />I am so happy that I was part of his family and had 20 years of knowing him.<br /><br />So hours after his death and wherever his spirit has gone to, I hope it is somewhere where it deserves to be.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-86916161260798509522009-07-07T07:39:00.000-07:002009-07-07T08:07:46.411-07:00Cineworld staff what a bunch of morons!Ben and I decided on going to see <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">transformers</span> last night. Well I say decided, that was the only subtitled film showing at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">cineworld</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wolverhampton</span>. Its a bit pathetic really, don't they think <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that</span> deaf people go to the cinema. I'm not even deaf or hard of hearing ,but I am annoyed at the lack of choice of films that are shown with subtitles at that cinema. It would appear that there is only one subtitled film shown per week with one allocated time slot. So all in all pretty crap if you are deaf like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ben</span>. It would appear deaf people cannot have choice when visiting the cinema.<br /><br />So <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">transformers</span> it was, to be honest it was more my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">insistence</span> on seeing something with subtitles that we ended up sitting through that wretched film. Although with his hearing aids, he may be able to hear a little bit but not much. I like watching a film with him that has the subtitles because I know that then we are both enjoying it and he can follow it and its nice to see him laugh at the parts everyone else does as he can follow it. It's just a shame <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">transformers</span> isn't funny. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">It's</span> really really lame. Megan Fox yes she is hot, but my main problem is that her character wore white skinny jeans throughout the film, whilst racing through and rolling around in the desert. Sorry but there is no way on earth they would stay white, yet they managed to stay sparkling throughout. Which for me made the action scenes <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unconvincing</span>.<br /><br />Back to the subtitles anyway, as we were queuing I thought I best check it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">deffo</span> the subtitled viewing, it would appear the total utter moron behind the desk didn't have a clue what planet she was on never mind anything else. Her reply to my 'this is the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">subtitles</span> viewing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">isn't</span> it?' was .....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">errrm</span> I dunno. She then proceeded to look through the booklet and after about 5 minutes said '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">ermm</span> yeah well its <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">supposed</span> to be'. She then called over some bloke called Raj 'The manager' he was just as helpful with his. ' Well yeah its supposed o be, but if you get in there and it isn't well then after the film you can have a refund'.<br /><br />Well thanks for your help you donkey, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> no good if my deaf boyfriend has to sit through a film he can't follow you utter utter prat. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">That's</span> what I felt like saying, but I just thought it instead.<br /><br />Thankfully when the film started it was subtitled, if not i might have hurt someone. When some woman across the cinema gives the loudest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disapproving</span> tut ever and goes ' oh god <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">whaaaat</span>', as soon as subtitles appear. I could have thrown my tortillas at her, how bloody ignorant can one person be. This was the only showing a person who is deaf or hard of hearing could have gone to see, if she had a problem then why not go to one of the other 8 showings throughout the day and not go through the obvious torment of having to follow the words at the bottom of the screen the stupid cow. No one else seemed to have a problem with it. Oh it really made me angry inside.<br />I hoped she disliked the film as much as I did. The best part of the film was eating my chocolate and the end for obvious reasons.<br />The next subtitled they decide to show, better be good.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-52206329820767265862009-07-06T09:42:00.000-07:002009-07-06T10:33:28.349-07:00It's all been going on latelyAfter two weeks without Ben I was really starting to miss him, I was also missing running round cooking and telling him to remember stuff. I missed giving him a morning kiss before I headed out everyday, and missed seeing his computer screen permanently on the Red Cafe website as I walked past his laptop. So it was really nice to have him back on Friday, nice new haircut and all.<br /><br />I am not a material person and don't expect presents all the time, but I have made a point on several occasions that no one has ever bought me flowers before. So it was a really lovely suprise when Ben comes back and on greeting him at the door, hands me a gorgeous bunch of pink red and white roses. They got put into the water filled sink with good intention of finding a home for them at a later point. With hindsight they should have just stayed there. Several hours later as I was sorting them into a glass on the shelf above the sink, the glass fell and smashed a hole in the sink!! well chipped a hole in the sink and somehow has put a hole in the bottom of it. Major UH OH! I feel so bad especially as it is Ben's room, as they were my flowers I am going to pay whatever the uni decide to charge for the repair/new sink. Im just living in dread of how much that is going to be, what with the 'uni' costs being considerably higher than any other cost of repair. I'll probably end up prostituting myself around west park in order to pay for it (joking).<br />Meanwhile the sink is only half out of use, becuase the water is still running from one side without leaking out of the bottom. So until we have the courage to tell residential services, it is staying like that. Anyone know any good sink fixing tips that you want to share, then I'm all ears.<br /><br />Apart from the sink drama the day had been lovely, the sun was shining and I was so so happy.Until I got a phone call off my mum about my great grandad Harry - although he isn't really called Harry, he's called Henry not that it makes a blind bit of difference.<br />He has suffered from another major stroke on Friday morning. Now in my eyes this man is amazing, a giant, one of those people you never see as being weak, although he suffered a first stroke 11 years ago he was still going strong and we all realised we were lucky to have him. Although his speech wasn't great and he couldnt move much, we could tell what he wanted from the gestures he made or the way in which he tried to change the tone of his voice especially when the football was on and someone tresspassed past the vision of the t.v.<br /><br />I remember once at a family birthday meal, we were all eating and grandad started choking on a roast potato. Unable to move himself, all the family raced around him trying to lift him out of his wheelchair and whacking his back, scared he was choking to death. After the potato dislodged he just sat there chuckling whislt continuing to eat. Not bothered about the trauma he had just put us all through. As my uncle Brian said, 'Bloody hell Harry thought I was guna be able to get my fitted kitchen then'....may I just add he was joking!<br /><br />I loved the way his eyes used to light up when he saw any of us grandchildren and he would grab our hands and go 'ahh'. Disabled or not he was still our grandad, he still expressed the same emotions to us all, just in a different way.<br />So to hear he has suffered another stroke is devastating, the family have told that he is going to die, and that it is just a matter of time. Apparently he was read his last rites on Friday evening, but now on monday evening he is still with us and not giving in, im pleased the family are with him and he is not on his own. Mum has called and said his breathing is getting worse so will just be a matter of time. I think we are all prepared for him to finally go now and be at peace, there is no need for him to fight anymore although he doesn't seem to be giving in. Almost like an iron man. Everytime I hear he is still with us, it is happy news although it gives me hope that he is going to stay alive even though I know deep down that is not going to happen. When the time does come it will be a very very sad day not just for the family but everyone who knew him.<br /><br />To add to this my ex very very very very uncooperative housemate is refusing to pay any of the final bills we have recieved since the termination of our house contract. She doesn't read this but I shall not name names, I'll just call her selfish.<br />The bills we have recieved go from April until end of June. Selfish moved out on the 19th may or some date around then, so tell me if im wrong but I think it is fair that she pays part of the bill atleast. But it would appear that she is not going to pay any! the rotten cow. And because she escaped putting her name on any of the bills, unlike me and my other housemates. I don't think there is anything I can do to get her to pay her part. (If anyone knows of anything I can do to get the money off her let me know) So short of getting her in a headlock and battering her to get the money out of her, me and my far to patient housemates will have to pay her part of the bills, which means £120 each instead of £87. . . . god I hate selfish so much. What a cow. I am a patient person, but she has continued to push my buttons so much so that now they are jammed stuck and are never going to be released.<br /><br />Well I believe in what goes around comes around, so I can't wait for something bad to come and whack her in the mush.<br /><br />Apart from grandad and selfish oh and sink everything else is ok. It is mine and Ben's 6 month anniversary together today, so we are off to the cinema to watch erm....not to sure yet. But ill let you know what we decide on and whether it was any good or not.<br /><br />Cheerio.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-59720592805190804142009-06-30T10:16:00.000-07:002009-06-30T10:28:25.644-07:00A couple of photos from Glastonbury<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7U19GYZZLItYhnYeDo_rP2WYuQoPFXsksp9uld05B3tVIZBN13_CJ0YgwBRkLFDqXmGTK9u1zUCHwyUuTGxRIfVgkaOv66mm0vltjtjcelet9S5bzP-h0wMkH7XAATwfBnn4dM2Q-i3dU/s1600-h/100_1396.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353173643641014610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7U19GYZZLItYhnYeDo_rP2WYuQoPFXsksp9uld05B3tVIZBN13_CJ0YgwBRkLFDqXmGTK9u1zUCHwyUuTGxRIfVgkaOv66mm0vltjtjcelet9S5bzP-h0wMkH7XAATwfBnn4dM2Q-i3dU/s320/100_1396.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeop7kXOWeD1_LZ-xbNzhuW8KQX5KD3k8d-fHyHndplqZQOHoEs7xTf-R8ErNzqGgr4MeYtiHsazcFSL_pFoUrAWx-Nf9iaMV1y1pJwbRnLjqLzlcXHJKSNICnSxMvWUAG38oxP7TGCks/s1600-h/100_1282.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; 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WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 340px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353171862201028882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj35RKWOVdvsRU0BsCFy2l9pEQiWEaI0Kid-OjHqH8253PAe5eKSuEnxztBrGOkJTBvhVge3W04qusAkXzd95rNFrtQPfrUN8XJnjAPSV5aZ5Az2rgIKuXfO3QCB9Eb2DIZxnK0NE3EzxDP/s320/100_1407.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fO9kp4aJzSDAwihUCoTwid5KniPt2JDubQy5W2AaXvQNpCDL5sSHe1wchQ2UwMbGV4BqHPcO3RoTa9_7dlov9XVuWYhcBLnvBEDwiec9KXkrDNVVJZI9B0xzPr0kETZfOmgKWK-zoZrL/s1600-h/100_1472.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353171111853979442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fO9kp4aJzSDAwihUCoTwid5KniPt2JDubQy5W2AaXvQNpCDL5sSHe1wchQ2UwMbGV4BqHPcO3RoTa9_7dlov9XVuWYhcBLnvBEDwiec9KXkrDNVVJZI9B0xzPr0kETZfOmgKWK-zoZrL/s320/100_1472.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-80962122902532367512009-06-29T14:48:00.000-07:002009-06-29T15:43:46.460-07:00Glastonbury!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KgVUPgHeI9kvZ47AeHTynO-4WpRAc0ddqlDbiG5vsGcLH4qpN5QnOcWFC5an80rsAvA80tIZRP4vrlOyqR3hbSGrcul_5j4mHsnjBTql29M1YY8ZZiwvwcV3mbGEvZefAgmiKsrpzbi7/s1600-h/100_1391.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352882884649828114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9KgVUPgHeI9kvZ47AeHTynO-4WpRAc0ddqlDbiG5vsGcLH4qpN5QnOcWFC5an80rsAvA80tIZRP4vrlOyqR3hbSGrcul_5j4mHsnjBTql29M1YY8ZZiwvwcV3mbGEvZefAgmiKsrpzbi7/s320/100_1391.JPG" /></a><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Well what can I say apart from OH MY GOD!!!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>AMAZING AMAZING AMAZING (apart from the gag inducing state of the toilets from about friday onwards.)</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I rocked up to the coach station in Birmingham on the wednesday a lovely little glastonbury virgin, not knowing the state of the usual 'glasto traffic' I thought it would only take three and a half hours like stated. WRONG! We left Digbeth on the ironically named happy days coach at 3pm on wednesday afternoon. Arriving at Glastonbury at 12.04am Thursday. It wasn't a happy day, 9 hours on that bloody coach. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>It wasn't enough to dampen my spirits though, after stretching my legs to prevent a possible case of DVT, I dragged myself and my ridiculously heavy bags through the turnstile, only getting myself stuck once compared to other peoples 3 times. I can't even describe in words what it is like, ok then if i had to - like an adventure playground were people of all ages can play an basically do whatever. </div><br /><div>It didn't hit me that Ihad walked 40 minutes to a field to pitch the tent, until I took my bag off and what felt like my shoulder with it. Emma and myself pitched the tent in record time, which I was suprised at due to the several large glasses of pimms we had drank on the caoch and the pitch black surroundings. Well I say pitch black, really thats a fabrication of the truth. It would have been pitch black, if it wasn't for the Glaswegians tent next door. I'm not kidding it was like a house!! two stoves, a gazeebo, a shower, 5 chairs 4 sleeping compartments. And a camp fire which resembled a bonfire which lit up half the field. I half my time praying that the sparks from their fire would not catch fire to our tent.</div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Anyway stuff I got up to -</span> </div><br /><div>walked a million miles (wish i had my pedometer)</div><br /><div>enjoyed a couple of lemon ciders (don't know where you can actually buy them)</div><br /><div>sat in fields</div><br /><div>Got sunburnt</div><br /><div>Got a crick in my neck trying to see bands. When I knew I wasnt guna be able to see anything.</div><br /><div>Jumped about like a wild uncontrollbale child</div><br /><div>Sat in one of the best thunder and lightening storms ever and got DRENCHED.</div><br /><div>Cooked on the camp stove</div><br /><div>Helped but a tent up for the first time</div><br /><div>I went in every field apart from 2 or three of them which is good going.</div><br /><div>Laughed at drunken people</div><br /><div>Put a tent up fpr the first time</div><br /><div>Trippes over million tent pegs</div><br /><div>Gagged at the state of the loo's</div><br /><div>Got washed under a cold tap</div><br /><div>Sat in small world cafe feeling really chilled out</div><br /><div>Went stone circle to watch the sunrise on monday morning , surrounded by a lot of people out of their face on drugs. I didn't take any though, the view was enough for me (see photo above somewhere, its the one with the tree in the pic although it doesnt do it justice)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Bands I went to see</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Blur</div><br /><div>The macabees</div><br /><div>Crosby stills and nash</div><br /><div>Kasabian</div><br /><div>Rokia traore (who I didn't mean to see, but were utterly fantastic)</div><br /><div>Yeah yeah yeahs</div><br /><div>Rakes</div><br /><div>Friendly fires</div><br /><div>Jack penate</div><br /><div>N.e.r.d</div><br /><div>Fleet foxes</div><br /><div>Bruce springsteen</div><br /><div>Will young</div><br /><div>Singers in the hari krishna tent</div><br /><div>Some pagan band in the green fields</div><br /><div>Glasvegas</div><br /><div>And <span style="color:#000000;">some random dj's in the dance village.</span></div><div> </div><div>I just love the whole atmosphere of it and don't think it can be explained until you have experienced it. </div><div> </div><div> </div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-52696117108484541612009-06-20T11:57:00.000-07:002009-06-20T12:10:23.240-07:00PoundlandPoundland, full of mostly useless crap. But today I spent £20 in there. I never thought it was possible but I managed it.<br /><br />With Glastonbury looming only a few days away I thought I better go and see what useless camping stuff they had.<br /><br />I ended up coming out with three bags full, they contained.<br /><br /><ul><li>Torch</li><li>batteries x3</li><li>A throw away camera (even though i have a very nice digital one)</li><li>paper plates</li><li>plastic cups</li><li>plastic tumblers (very similar to the cups)</li><li>Glowsticks x2</li><li>whistles on a pink ribbon</li><li>Shot glasses that are attached to a neacklace of beads</li><li>a bag of lollipops</li><li>Plastic knives and forks</li><li>Dry roasted peanuts</li><li>A neck cushion</li><li>A mini fan</li><li>Some more batteries for the mini fan</li><li>Some binbags </li><li>Pack of 6 polo mints.</li></ul><p>WONDERFUL!! A whole heap of junk.</p><p>Anyway aslong as I have my wellies and my very fetching blue plastic poncho, everything is just going to be fine and dandy. Although I'm sure the 50 minute/hour walk from the coach drop off to the camping field is going to kill me, as I cannot pack lightly and I know with all the junk ive got my bags are going to weigh a tonne. ohwell. fun fun fun.</p><p> </p>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1783357103275320133.post-25984239624491112772009-06-07T10:49:00.000-07:002009-06-07T11:04:22.461-07:00Finally got there, a year later than planned.It did not matter to me, that this morning I had to wake up at quarter to seven to get ready for work. Or did the fact that it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">absolutely</span> chucking it down and I had to walk for twenty minutes to get there with an unruly umbrella that did not wish to co-operate with me. Normally that would annoy me. I still wasn't annoyed by the fact that my socks got so wet walking in the rain I had to wring them out in the sink when I got to work, and then walk around all day <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">sockless</span> in a pair of soaking wet shoes.<br /><br />You know why that didn't bother me? If you aren't that bothered well tough, stop reading because I am going to continue anyway.<br /><br />Yes I have done it, on my second bloody attempt I have passed my first year studying English. GET IN!! In my assignments I got an E, 5 C's and a B. Much better than my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">pityful</span> grades last year! Although I will literally kick myself for the rest of my life, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> if I put the concentration in last year I would have passed first time. Still, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">atleast</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">i've</span> done it now.<br /><br />I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">reeeallly</span> looking forward to studying new modules next year and I am up for a challenge. I am still in a pickle over what modules to take though. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">hhmm</span>.<br /><br />Anyway, I watched this really good programme about T.S Elliot on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">iplayer</span> last night. Robert Webb was the presenter. I have a slight crush on him, o.k maybe slight to medium.<br /><br />Change of subject here, but if you like really tasty puddings, the G.U range have cooked up a wonderful chocolate, mouse, banana. caramel thing served in little glass pots. They are rather delicious.Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13155782460556763978noreply@blogger.com2