Black & Blue.

...Mike Snow. (Cus it's been snowy?)

Hohoho. Christmas is over and the snow's melted. How very depressing. But no fear, new year is just around the corner, and for now it seems there are plans. Not mind blowing plans, but plans none the less which is more than I can say for the usual.
Will be taking great care to drink sensibly, unlike the 'quiet one' for Christmas eve. So much for the a few drinks and tucked up in bed before the Tache closed ready for Santa. Instead I managed to get home by gone half 4 (well well over an hour since leaving), after failing to enjoy my Popeyes pizza, at which point Santa himself was probably tucked up in bed. Needless to say Christmas morning was definitely not enjoyed as it was as a child. Oh to be a grown up. It sucks.
My sister and I opted for a much smaller quieter Christmas this year, spending it round at my Nanas, where we had an afternoon of Cluedo and my annual dose of festive joy provided by Corrie & Eastenders. 1 murder, 1 affair, 1 cancer revelation, 1 rape revelation and lots of weepies. Lovely.

-Note. My mum just walked in. "Is this Vic Reeves?" "No." "Who is it?" "Editors" "...Vic Reeves?" "No. Editors" "...and Vic Reeves?" Weird. -

It's now clear I will definitely be coaching back to B'ham in the new year, together with an additional rucksack at the least to fit in all my new pressies. Highlights being my black lace up booties from Topshop, D&G the One, plenty of nail accessories, tights, make up, and my lovely cosy new hoodie. And yeah, yeah I did get it, regardless and regretless.
My cutey little friend Diana Mini is also here! Loaded and waiting to get out. Have a feeling it may take a few films for me to get going, but I cannot wait.

And as if this isn't enough, I went sale shopping yesterday... via Steals. This is after my "I really don't need anymore bits of clothes. I don't have enough time to wear what I have, and they really have no impact on my quality of life. No more"
And then there was this.


+ Spangly black & gold dress. + Summer dresses (can't have enough summer dresses). + Silver playsuit (don't have any playsuits, so really it's an all new addition). + Bargain of a skirt. I love skirts, and I love broken zips. So cheap because they think no one can be bothered to mend them. Hah suckers.
(I can't find pictures of any of these. Soz. Know y'al dying to see)
Probs won't go again for quite a while, so it's fine. fine fine fine.
Tomorrow is bead shopping day. Considering Poulton is such a cute little town, there is a considerable lack of haberdashery shops.

Also. I made these chocolate truffles the other day. Dark chocolate & orange & I added Baileys instead of Brandy. They were REAL good. Thanx Jamie.
Jamie Oliver's Chocolate Truffles.

Today was another lunch spent in the Cube with Hannah, Linzi & Kerry for our secret santa swapping, however since it was more a highly calculated santa, and my giver was absent, I must wait another day for my gift, meaning Christmas is not actually over! phew.
We then went back to Hannah's for some bowling, cycling, water skiing, canoeing and fencing. My first EVER Wii experience. Shocking I've managed to stay away for so long. I thought I'd hate it, all that moving around, but actually it was quite fun.

Anyway. I think that's quite enough of my dull life. Plus I just noticed the time and the past 2 hours have flown by. Eek.
Laterz.

P.s. Why do my neighbors talk SO loud. I swear they never talk this loudly. Sounds like he's pressed up against my wall while having his conversation.

I don't know why I love this, but I really do.



Wait for it to kick in.

So cute.


'Blood' The Middle East

the middle east |

What ever happened

...The Strokes.

Take me to a ball so I can wear this dress.

Fallen snow

...Au Revoir Simone.

Oops yes I failed to add another edit on the last post.
It would have gone something along the lines of...

Socially awkward males traveling alone, when spotting one other passenger on the carriage; you don't need to go and talk to them. A polite hello, ok. A passing comment or joke, acceptable. Taking a seat next to that one other person and striking up conversation at which the other person does not appear to want to engage in... no. Socially awkward to say the least.

But now I am home. There's a christmas tree, a fire, glass of Baileys... and SNOW. Actual snow in Blackpool, marvelous!




Cocktails for half price in Cube last night were also a great treat :)

Driving Home for Christmas

...Chris Rea.

One of my favourite Christmas songs, it's always a sign that Christmas is officially here.

And here I am, on the 19:20 train to Preston, on my way home for Christmas. Since I've done nothing but pack all day, I'm pretty pleased that I got here way ahead of time, and managed to get all my stuff into my one suitcase (other than my camera bag, laptop and tripod, shh). Which is fine now since the train is dead, but on the way back I can see I'm going to struggle.

(ooooh we're setting off. good thing I've just had a travel sick pill as I'm going backwards. eek)

Thanks to the great National Express (coaches) not taking my card online, I decided to take a chance on the trains. And what a great call. So quiet, so fast, so spacious. Not to mention the FREE WI-FI in First Class. Oh Virgin trains, how fabulous you are. I'm hoping someone will be round to offer me a complimentary cup of tea as well soon.

So what have I been doing with my week off?
Well. Tuesday we had a Christmas meal at Weatherspoons, by christmas I mean most of us went for the steak special. Sherree and I then popped to the German Market for a ride on the carousel. For two twenty year olds, I'm not ashamed to say we had a ridiculous amount of fun, 'this is the only time it's acceptable to straddle a pole and get a way with it!!' oh sherree. Then we went home to polish off last years mulled with a splash of hot apple juice, and made jam tarts. Which we managed despite having no rolling pin OR cake baking tray. Yes yes, genius.
On Wednesday I went over to Alex, Jaime, Shiv and Ellie's for a little Christmas day, complete with crackers, yorkshire puddings and gravy. Ideas of chrismassy games quickly turned into watching home alone under the duvet, what a lovely lazy christmassy day :)
Thursday was christmas shopping day, Beckie and I managed to spend 6hours trailing round the city center, battling through the short but sweet blizzard to get our presents. While everywhere else in England is complaining about too much snow (England, despite having a slight bit of snow each year, is still surprised every time and the news reporters go skitz warning no one to travel), Birmingham remains snowless and living by the sea we rarely get any. This makes me not so excited for home.
And yesterday after watching everyone else leave, I spent the afternoon in the library. So quiet and depressing. I also made a start on making my Christmas cards, meaning I now have super glue still stuck to my nails.

Which brings me to now. The ticket man has informed me that there is no seat service today so I'll have to pop to the shop for my complimentary tea and biscuits. Oh I might just do that kind sir, I might just. I believe the next stop is Crewe.
I had a great idea that I might take a few snaps of my journey... I now realise it's pitch black outside, so that might be a bit boring.

I had a bit of a doodling & scanning sesh too.




Right, now that I've jazzed up what would have been a boring wordy post with some visual aids, I'm gunna see if virgin are so kind as so make spotify work too. oh wouldn't that be GREAT.
Can't wait to get home and see the christmas treee! :)

EDIT: Spotify does work. Delightful!!
I'm going to add another edit later...

No time to sleep...

...Tina Dico.

I have just about finished my TV essay on how Scrubs plays with the conventions of the medical drama.
Feels like I've been hacking away at it forever. 3500 words is never enough, I haven't even started! And so it is free from deep and interesting arguments because there's just never enough room. But it is done, and whats done is done.
3pm tomorrow will be the last hand-in of full written pieces now until the dissertation. The only education left is the odd lecture and tutorials. It hasn't even dawned on me that I won't ever be in another class. 16 years of being in education and going to lessons... and I have sat my last.
I can't quite imagine how I'm going to structure my days for the next 6 months, but I do know this. There will be more photos and there WILL be more art. Starting tomorrow. I can't wait.

And for now I'm going to sleep. Or attempt to. I'm hoping that with the amount of drugs I've taken today I'll pass out as my head hits the pillow, and not be kept awake all night again feeling all sniffly and ill.
And maybe I'll dream another weird dream. Maybe I'll stay in bed for hours in the morning because I'm dreaming that I've actually already got up. And then maybe I'll be late.
Maybe there's something not right.

Walking on a dream.

...Empire of The Sun

Winter

...Joshua Radin.

Winter Pimms & hot apple juice on the German market = Soooo good!


It is now officially the run up to Christmas, getting frosty in the mornings, I've started Christmas shopping, and I've finally got an advent calender. Say hello santa with your beard full of treats :)



And now I shall resume my 'researching the medical drama and genre'... while actually getting distracted by the storylines and not wanting to re-watch old episodes. Oooh.