Sunday, September 30, 2007
so a week gone by, a meal out, a personal trainer at the gym, the sort you're supposed to find attractive but dont, 3 days of beauty one of french and tonight was the most gorgeous of them all, an evening of reality in imagination or something like that at least. cheesy i know but i cant help looking out my window and seeing the moon, my home looks very different from the sky, just another building that a camera in space snapped at, so very small and yet i know it so deliciously. a funny thought indeed
Saturday, September 22, 2007
one glass...pitiful
my loerd im a cheap date ooooone teenie ting y glass of wine and im so complwetelry swimmy, oh how im laughing my wkeepyboard is covered in nail infections And all mannor orf contahgious conditions tis rather nastyh have been looking at them alll day, peopkle are nasty ewwwwk hi ho have nebeen out to te and had the mist delightful sweet and sour chidken i tyhink i l;l just move to china so i can eat i alt all day it is the absouklte best, rtand then waffels or woffels as i pronounced them it sounds so american to assay waffles but then oim not uqite sure, i guess waffles are aemerican so they souhould have say on how to say them, i was thinking of ineventing an inventing inventing a machine well no iu mean a camerica camera where you gtake a picture of your diseasre or illness and then sput in into thiis websdite and its mat heches all te pictures on the internet with yours and tells yoy what your sdidseadiseaease ia is. ccrafty eh, my gosh im an am sleepy, i kept y?trying to thimk up intelifentn answers to your the light is beginning or on or rising or wha t was it your msn said and so fair far iall im xocoming up with is on radio 4 because well im not suer my head is just swaying of ita so own feree wioll rigjt niwniwnwo now. atleast ill be thin my gym person said if i lose five ghindred calores ad a day tehn ill be thionk thin trah lah lah genius
Friday, September 21, 2007
not poodles
oh how i love have i got news for you what class, have just returned from another night of watching telly at the gym, its fabulous really you dont even have to pedal. though having spent today in recipe books, damson ice cream and honey banana teabread i thought it rather best too, though the cycling machine attacked me and now i have enormous scratches accross my hand so i had some bonbons just to spite it. twas a jolly long day though, i spent forever at the antiques shop rearranging tables and trying to learn french verbs, gosh one day eh?! i started yet anotehr course last night saying i was reaaaallly good and found myself in an advanced class and within two minutes i was so lost, still had a tremendous time filling in the blanks of what was going on.
Monday, September 17, 2007
temple indeedy
no really, laughter yoga is a thing. i read about it, well no tell a lie i didnt read i watched a youtube documentary okay clip, but john cleese was in it and i do so like him, talking of we had the scrummiest pink juice this evening. oooOoo twas fun, a proper surprise birthday tea with balloons and relighting candles and singing and birthday girl having absolutely nooo idea and the strangest chocolate chilli sauce...those mexicans and their kookie ideas. But yesh its popular in india apparently, in factories or was it prisons, im not convinced its very yoga ish, which is strange because ive visions yoga originated in india?, but watching otehr people laugh it really is infectious, as with haveigotnewsforyou, theyve got the first possibly ever series on you tube and mymy does everyone look young ian hislop definitely improved with age have decided. gosh im getting a bit addicted to the old youtube what with that and the television in the gym im turning into a right little couch potato. so back to my point, all the guys and girls stand around and well it seems to involve lots of clapping and hohoho hahaha, which in itself kind of makes me smile already, ooh another day at sch tomorrow i think we're doing manicures which should be jolly, ive often wondered what youre supposed to do with nails if you dont fancy biting them, i'm starting to come round to the idea of a black uniform, i like the idea of uniform it means no thought has to go into the days outfit, only shoes and i like shoes at the moment, probably a lot like guys clothes because really its shirt or tee and the big decision is colour...but then theres nothing quite like being sparkly sparkly.
Saturday, September 15, 2007
how is it still saturday
my goodness time is moving so very slowly right now, i can't see how the day hasn't changed, i've had a hundred days inside today, have got rather attached to the gym and have spent most of evening there so now i am so incredibly tired, my arms are practically sleeping either that or gravity just got a whole lot stronger whod have thought working out would be so exhausting, words are getting swimmy now...to chilly bedfordshire
Friday, September 14, 2007
president sounds so much prettier than primeminister
chrysanthemums have got to be the ugliest flowers ever grown, why would you want a flower the size of a football or for that matter a flower thats green, you mayaswell just grow grass as have green flowers, and flower shows, how can you judge a flower, perhaps they prod them and see if the petals fall off or time how long the blooms last...today i was v good, following a hellish morning of horridness i composed a sizeable rant to the government about everything wrong with england explaing in depth how to right it/save the world.. followed by a tour of youtube videos that actually said you dont need to drink extra water cause you get it from food, and i was all for believing but then i figured it was by the bbc and so in cohoots with the government so perhaps water is running out or something and they want people to use less hmm im not decided then i went on all the new playthings at the gym for absolutely ever because they have tvs on them. so now my arms feel all deliciously tingly and my sides ache from trying to draw them in through bizarre sit ups so i don't look wide. its all dark outside my window now, well it would be if the neighbours would turn off their outside lamp, i like night it somehow feels more magical as if wonderful things are about to happen, it makes you feel closer to those people wandering about in daytime fantasies like that take me home country road song, which has got to be mynew all time favourite, i wonder if people still livein the wild west and still have show downs in the middle of the town at noon...
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
and on this day it all went pearshaped
i like my appearence and i like my dancing. last night truly the most beautiful dancer i have ever watched, his spins were poetry so elegant and graceful , told me i didn't dance right and today the unthinkable, i was told i am wide. i accepted nurses ankles because im not sure what they are and given it wasnt said very pleasantly i didnt ask, but wide?
my beauty school uniform is black, i look like death, i havent decided what to make of the shoulder pads ive never experienced anything so pouffy. i liked the skirt i thought it was nifty but apparently it doesnt look good. we got all our beauty kits and i wasnt sure what half of it was, ive never heard of a hoof stick and have never found myself needing six different nail treatments. it all seems so pointless. i think i regret beauty school. im not sure i really wanted to go, want to go, how can you be a beauty therapist if youre wide, but then i dont fancy not eating. i wonder if doctors hadnt put a name on anorexia and it hadnt been publicised like on the internet if there would really be as many as there are? it wouldnt really occur to me and i cant be the only one. one of the ladies on the course told me she used to be like me, she guessed my size most flatteringly which suggests that miss size 6-8 doesnt know absolutely everything. only then the lady said she had cancer and put on three stones and i didnt know what to say. having cancer is worse that being called wide, well having my skirt called wide anyway. it seems silly putting the two in the same sentence. i did something about it i figured crying wasnt productive, well not the ladys cancer as much as i often wish i could be a jesus type and spread the healing, bellydancers arent wide so i signed up for a classes.
dancing last night was such jolly fun, up until said moment, they played sashes ecuador what a tune to salsa to. guy and girl dancing soo oldy worldy so wonderfully well romantic.. sigh... i miss you
my beauty school uniform is black, i look like death, i havent decided what to make of the shoulder pads ive never experienced anything so pouffy. i liked the skirt i thought it was nifty but apparently it doesnt look good. we got all our beauty kits and i wasnt sure what half of it was, ive never heard of a hoof stick and have never found myself needing six different nail treatments. it all seems so pointless. i think i regret beauty school. im not sure i really wanted to go, want to go, how can you be a beauty therapist if youre wide, but then i dont fancy not eating. i wonder if doctors hadnt put a name on anorexia and it hadnt been publicised like on the internet if there would really be as many as there are? it wouldnt really occur to me and i cant be the only one. one of the ladies on the course told me she used to be like me, she guessed my size most flatteringly which suggests that miss size 6-8 doesnt know absolutely everything. only then the lady said she had cancer and put on three stones and i didnt know what to say. having cancer is worse that being called wide, well having my skirt called wide anyway. it seems silly putting the two in the same sentence. i did something about it i figured crying wasnt productive, well not the ladys cancer as much as i often wish i could be a jesus type and spread the healing, bellydancers arent wide so i signed up for a classes.
dancing last night was such jolly fun, up until said moment, they played sashes ecuador what a tune to salsa to. guy and girl dancing soo oldy worldy so wonderfully well romantic.. sigh... i miss you
Sunday, September 09, 2007
damson...cheese
it's just one of those days. i accidently won ebay so now i need to scrape together eight whole pounds to give to a guy from middlesex. keria knightley is from middlesex apparently, but then im not sure its a reason, disliking someone for being overly pretty and pouty. though she is really. and i wouldnt mind except today i discovered people really are beastly. i hate the general public, well no thats not true i find them comforting and amusing, no i hate the one bloke i saw waltzing out of the antique shop clutching the first and most beautiful stool i ever recovered in this gorgeous simon boyd end of line can never buy any more ever pink and brown flowers. i loved that material, loved loved loved, it was perfect all swirly and fluffy and it took for jolly ever to fit and and oooh i was mad this guy had the audacity nay the nerve cheek and it had the cutest cabriole legs to tear its label adn switch it with a reeally naffy not in the least bit attractive hideous victorian stick legged obviously not worth my stools label and i wouldnt mind but well yes i did mind fifty pounds difference i minded, esp since discovering ebay and autumn shoes my beautiful stool gone to live in his horrid house, as you can tell its still a little fresh, ive got over the wanting to sacrifice him to the heathen gods but really i think it nearly comes under well not stealing but stealing. so to make up we had filo pastry and icecream for tea, and are going fairy outfit shopping on tuesday . humph. unhappy smile tonight.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
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Friday, September 07, 2007
it's rather sad pavarotti has become an angel, one less october birthday in the world. oh you can imagine him singing it up in heaven, ill bet it's one big stage and a perfect performance. aww bless him.
17995207 october 12 birthdays in the world; 166052 british people, so far i've met one and me makes 2. its a wonderful thought there are other people celebrating when you are. Right this second infact, how delicious , today is the most important day in someones life and yet me well im not precisly sure what day it is. i love that someone else does though.
i discovered ebay today. we had builders come visit to finally patio the patio, looks right pretty it do now! so i spent a fairwhile on the internet between making tea and bacon sandwiches (really, really i couldnt believe it and they took their shirts off, actual proper builders). i got a bit excited and started bidding by random so i think i might have a fishing magazine coming my way. still it's a hobby, unlike train spotting which i dont understand, not the potentially violent looking film with ewan mcgregor though he is lovely, oh in moulin rouge in his dj..fine or whhat but then it might have just been the suit, i do like them and then dressing up myself, i kind of understand why queeny wears dresses all the time, but then hoovering, its hard to hoover in a full length dress, i suppose queeny herself doesnt hoover v often. i had a dream about her once, she was wearing light blue dungaree-jeans, and we were laughing standing at on the steps leading up to her thrown.i remember thinking my gosh the queen is with it. i think id like to be someone like jesus, i mean without the whole religious thing, id like to be able to cure people. i mean not everyone living forever that would just get crowded but you know give people a bit of time to sort out their mess and change their underwear, imagine getting hit by a bus and to make it worse your underwear doesnt match or is too rainy day for words...or youve got bags under the eyes because its somehow 11pm again
17995207 october 12 birthdays in the world; 166052 british people, so far i've met one and me makes 2. its a wonderful thought there are other people celebrating when you are. Right this second infact, how delicious , today is the most important day in someones life and yet me well im not precisly sure what day it is. i love that someone else does though.
i discovered ebay today. we had builders come visit to finally patio the patio, looks right pretty it do now! so i spent a fairwhile on the internet between making tea and bacon sandwiches (really, really i couldnt believe it and they took their shirts off, actual proper builders). i got a bit excited and started bidding by random so i think i might have a fishing magazine coming my way. still it's a hobby, unlike train spotting which i dont understand, not the potentially violent looking film with ewan mcgregor though he is lovely, oh in moulin rouge in his dj..fine or whhat but then it might have just been the suit, i do like them and then dressing up myself, i kind of understand why queeny wears dresses all the time, but then hoovering, its hard to hoover in a full length dress, i suppose queeny herself doesnt hoover v often. i had a dream about her once, she was wearing light blue dungaree-jeans, and we were laughing standing at on the steps leading up to her thrown.i remember thinking my gosh the queen is with it. i think id like to be someone like jesus, i mean without the whole religious thing, id like to be able to cure people. i mean not everyone living forever that would just get crowded but you know give people a bit of time to sort out their mess and change their underwear, imagine getting hit by a bus and to make it worse your underwear doesnt match or is too rainy day for words...or youve got bags under the eyes because its somehow 11pm again
Thursday, September 06, 2007
weigh golden syrup...really?
i've just been parading about the garden;according to a website youre supposed to walk 10000 steps a day, i counted 200 for good measure but autumn is so distracting. the blackberries are out again, though i dont think they really count as eating 'tween meals because how else do you fit 5 fruits into a day. the bugs inside of blackberries must have some nutritional value. ive spent a lot of today on a chocolate cake forum, i cant actually believe they have them but apparently so, but then they have confectioners sugar and doesnt that sound adorable so they cant be all bad. i assembled a lemon curd sort of a cake in a steamer. i was about to become one of those im v anti who think fruit is somehow dessert but no, not on this day although i think im getting better, it fitted into a jar and everything. it somehow spread all over the place so now the kitchen is all lemony. ill put it down to lack of quality sleep. i spend an awful lot of time asleep but then sometimes its not the right kind of sleep so it doesnt count so i acutally probably sleep the same amount as everyone else. except perhaps fisherman who dont seem to sleep at all. it looks so v cold and wet and dark, its a wonder health and safety let them go out onto the ocean. i should like a pet prawn, theyre such kookie creatures, and you could dye its food and itd change colour, or is that flamingos? hmmm. the past few days have been spent on a living room floor in cambridge where i came to realise something monumental; i always thought my mums 'partner' ignored the mess he made but actually it turns out he just cant see it. since sunday i have been inch deep in dust imagining all sorts of wildlife creeping over my sheet, singular. he didnt have a spare dovet or sleeping bag or blanket or the awareness to tell me to bring one. the south it seems is warmer, sleeping under my coat, it was a lot like camping, except without the stars. i am however now the proud owner of some truly fabulous shoes, really they are beautiful adn are to be somehow worked into a fancydress outfit by a week today.
17 hours and bed calls.
17 hours and bed calls.
