Crushees

If your romantic partner told you that, given the chance, he or she would sleep with a celebrity/public figure you disrespect, would you be amused, jealous, or bewildered? How would they react if the situation were reversed?

Couldn't care less. Would likely rib them for it. Already do it to my friends, calling their crushes by their most prominent features- thus Mark Ronson = "Roman Nose," and so forth. Childish insults perhaps, but true.

I tend to be attracted to the same cheeky sense of humour so I'd expect the same treatment that. Celebrity crushes are just that. I'd be more wholly concerned if it was someone I knew in 'real life' regardless of whether I liked them or not.

The hardest 100 words I've had to write:-

"My work is figurative, I am interested in the documentation of human individuality, and the personas we adopt or try to project onto the outside world. Inspired by my background in theatre, where costume illustrations required the quintessence of character to shine through, I have come to recognise the inherent theatricality of everyday life.

The media is a typical example, as it forces people into ‘neat’ two-dimensional roles. Similarly an image is but a snapshot of a particular moment in time; although increasingly prone to manipulation. People remain by far more enthralled by fantasy, embellishment and illusion over reality."

Not sure if this sounds completely right- hard to judge till tomorrow....but YAY!!!!, submission complete!!! And before a deadline- WOOT! Just have to wait and see now....



p.s. That barista definitley laughed at the thought of a frappucino in winter.

p.s.s. I think I've started the weekend a little too early.

Procrastination

Bored bored bored.
Been offered two more days work, but means I've lost:

- 1 day- urgent shopping for clothes.

- 1 day to finish my application form.

Aik.

If you could change one major thing about your life, whether a relationship, your job, your living situation, your school, etc., what would it be? Are you currently working toward a serious life transition

Would have gone to a deaf sixth form.

Presently I am trying to transform my life, by doing the application form above.

Though life is actually pretty good for me right now. I've got a job (which I thought I'd struggle to get one of in the first place. ) Through a fortunate set of circumstances, I've also landed the best opportunity I'd wanted out of being a classroom assistant. I have very luckily found myself embedded in a culture I thought would be difficult to access, and without realising how far I've come until three days ago!

I guess this application form will be a return to what I think I should be doing in the long term future. Of course it is all unclear and unsteady if I could actually carve a career out of doing it. Yet alone get through this application stage. ( I loathe application forms- and have yet to be offered any interview based on my filing one in- damn things.)

Whats keeping me going is that as much as I do sometimes enjoy the job I am doing, it isn't a career, particulary as I do NOT wish to progress into teaching. So tomorrow I MUST FINISH it. MUST, ok?! And somehow fit it into my working schedule.

Aik.

Death: The Final Frontier

If you had one night left to live, what would you do? Would you prefer to spend your final night with a loved one or alone? What would you choose for your last meal?

I love the last meal game- though mine has been on the lines of "You are on Death Row...." Which then begs the question -'For what crime?'

My Last Meal

Those breaded prawns from Wagamammas with the sweet chilli sauce

Spinach and Ricotta tortelloni with parmasean cheese

or

Jacket Potato with Beans and Cheese

Homemade Rice Pudding

or

Nigella's Bread and Butter Pudding with custard

Hee hee. That was quite quick. My tastes are quite simple really- I'm definitely not one of those who wants to try something new or posh- like caviar- on my last meal, no way.

Though reflecting on it, the food combination chosen probably doesn't go that well together. Oh hang it.

One night left to live. Would prefer to be with loved ones, but would rather we all be doing something like watching a movie, than sitting there with platitudes and awkard goodbyes. I'd rather the actual when of my death go unnoticed, so I'd fall asleep and at some point die. Rather than have someone actually counting my breaths. And no I wouldn't be saving any last words either. So, an uneventful death, and I don't particularly care what happens to my body-- I'm by far more fearful of growing old alone, than death or dying alone.

Prompt Numero Un

"If you could relive one hour of your life so far, what would you choose and why? Would you do or say anything different? How do you think it would change your life? "




An annoyingly trite start to a blog. Lets start with the cliched- "Wouldn't change one moment, every step helped create the person I am today...*sob sob*...World peace...etc...etc."

That being said, will try and think of the little things I could have changed, and can be squeezed in one hour.

1) Coloured my hair whilst still at school.
I spent my teens far too timid and fearful of the teachers, and while it may not be as hard as boozing all night before, it'd be nice to have had a little fuck you.

2) Argued back at that interview.
This was an interview for a postgrad diploma, which I didn't really want to get into, having had my sights set upon the more prestigious MA course.
Admittably didn't get off to a great start when being greeted by a guy who looked like a student himself, andit turned out to be the course leader, only to respond with- ".......coool."
For a course that wanted to change students' work and method of working, it didn't want to take a chance on someone who was eager to change their working practise. Shame on them.

3) Stood up to Fearne and told her that yes, that idea is lame. Re-invent the hourglass, people?! Hours wasted on that project.

4) Put my name on that Iceland trip. Would have been cool.

Not really that many at the end of the day. And really it could be summed down to this-

Gain Some Balls.

Not that this will come to pass since I spend too much of my time berating myself for being overly judgemental and confrontational, whenever such occasions take place.

Am joining the NaBloPoMo group as since suffering a major nout of depression 4 years ago, I've noticed that my writing skills have deminished. That, and I am certainly out of practise from not having to write any major essays recently- phew! Maybe my English will improve, and I'll see some results from having forced myself to branch out in my reading this summer.

I think this will be a good challenge to do. I've finally managed to keep a diary for longer than a week- albeit of the noting-down-events-only kind. Maybe I'm finally ready to commit to something a little more, by jotting some day to day thoughts.

Obviously I'll be relying on prompts somedays, but it I do keep it up for 30 days, I'll have an idea of my thoughts process throughout the month, and it will be a good self-reflective tool. We'll see- I'm looking forward to it already.