Archive for November, 2007

Everything is good for you….

November 30, 2007

I feel like I am continually jumping through hoops.

  • I have survived my first practice observation – except now it brings my word count due in before December 12th to 6,500. Fuckers.
  • I/We are having a few issues with a friend. I am trying to avoid confrontation but someone is being a bit deluded.
  • Nice Chap who I work with has started digging at me about my weight. I appreciate its a slightly paternalistic attitude but it still hurt me.
  • Him being not the only one I feel like I have to make a point of how much I do eat to people and this has been going on for months now.
  • Mum is still suffering massively over George which means I beat myself up often because I can’t go home for a couple of weeks yet.

Finally thats nothing to complain about really. A girl in my year died over the weekend, of anaphylactic shock. She was a single Mum of two. Maintaining a full time degree course with two small children was no small achievement. My thoughts are with her family and friends.

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Face Off!

November 27, 2007

Sailor changed his relationship status on FaceBook. It was on single. Then before I looked I had the good sense to just remove him from my friends list.

When we were together he wouldn’t put ‘in a relationship’ he said he didn’t want his major ex to know all about his business. At the time I just accepted that. After all its just a website – I’d met his family and best friends – I don’t think he was juggling other women.

Now it just makes me feel like I was some gross embarrassment to him.

Cross.

Handbags and Gladrags

November 26, 2007

Its been an eventful weekend. I don’t know why I think I can go out and get wrecked 3 nights in a row because I’m kidding myself!! Cue several gallons of Berocca and ALOT of touche eclat.  And having to go to bed at 8.30 last night.

Thursday night MYF giggles as usual.

Friday out on the razz with my friend M.

Saturday a masquerade party which started well but was interrupted with a rumour that a friend of ours had died of a heroin overdose (she isn’t but its not so unlikely). And then gatecrashed by BNP boy. His bitch ex gf stalked him all over Mutley Plain flaunting many a new man in front of him until he abandoned his friends and pleaded sanctuary at our party instead.

The night ended with me coaxing the girls into a taxi for the sake of their own health.

Heartbreak and Harmony

November 25, 2007

Dad gave me a letter on Monday which I didn’t read until today.  This side of my family have always written each other long letters filled with all our life philosophies and hopes and fears. Pops is pretty hot on this self reflection idea.

He’s written pages about the details of his new life in Zagreb and his gf’s family history. I know he does this in case he never gets the chance to tell me before its too late. He loves it there though and I’m so happy for him.

A letter from Dad wouldn’t be complete without his two favourite subjects; disproving the existence of god and how much he hates the Conservative Party.

Re God; Dad’s defining moment of this was seeing a display in a museum of a human skeleton next to ape ones and how this proves that Darwin’s theory of evolution is impossible to discount. He’d told this story my whole life but he never mentioned until Sunday that it was right here in Plymouth ‘oh yes dear its in the City Museum on Drake Circus!’. I went to see t on Friday. I’d been in there several times before but I didn’t know what I was looking at. Seems rather epic that the skeletons have stood there for 60 years at least because Dad lived in Plymouth when my sisters were babies born in Freedom Fields hospital.

He left me with a quote from Nye Bevan ‘The affairs of modern man are too complex to be left to private venture’ and launched into the accompanying rant against the Tories.  (Sometimes I realise where I get all this from – theres no doubt in the world he’s my Dad!!)

“‘The modern conservative is engaged upon on of the oldest exercises in moral philosophy, that is the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness’ (John Kenneth Galbraith) I was appalled at the big swing from Labour to Conservative when the cons promised to abolish inheritance tax below the millionaire mark. It shows how ignorant people are about politics. They cannot read any social history and be aware of how the tories have fought against countless improvements that we now take for granted. The thought of another tory government is appalling.”

Yes Dad – I’d have to agree.

He’s also written for the first time that he’s ready to die because he’s had a good life. We never ever thought he’d be able to say that. Life begins at 80 it would seem.

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November 22, 2007

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Well…..

November 19, 2007
  • I’ve had a fab weekend in Bournemouth with my best mate playing with the kitten.
  • And I still got my essay for today done.
  • I have a fair amount of xmas parties to go to.
  • I’ve been going to lots of committee meetings lately and having amazing ideas – so i’m told.
  • My placement is going really well although it is sucking the life out of me.

However……

  • I can’t seem to hold on to an ounce over 8st 4lbs. so it still looks like my head is too big.
  • I am bloody exhausted. All the time.
  • I don’t get to see the kids very much and I feel really guilty about it.
  • Ditto my Mum. Who complains alot.
  • I have seen my Dad. He is v frail. Its scaring me. More than normal.
  • I signed up to do some mentoring with refugees in the city but the project has run out of funding.

Not the girl you think you are

November 10, 2007

I wrote my first 2nd Year paper in the 2 weeks after George died. At the time I didn’t give a flying fuck about it but after I submitted it I was panicking solidly until the mark came out a week ago. I was so scared I didn’t look at it until today.

In retrospect I probably should have organised some extenuating circumstances. I make a good show of being ok but I’m fucking well not. The tutor I wrote it for I am v fond of. Even though he picks on me in lectures sometimes if I don’t put my hand up straight away with the answers. Cos he’s damn sure I know but I’m just not playing ball that day. He’s reduced all his teaching hours this year because he has a heart condition. During induction week i’d see him leave lecture theatres to go and have horrific coughing fits outside. Id sit there panicking thinking – its gone quiet – oh god what if he’s collapsed??

He knows I’m not the same this year. He’s tried gently a few times to ask me whats wrong. I’m scared to tell him. I can’t stick another 6 hours of lectures after that. I have my limits.

I got a 2:1.

Protected: Sheila goes out with her mate Stella….

November 9, 2007

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Not ringing but drowning.

November 4, 2007

I dropped my mobile down the loo. Actually what happened was that I was waiting for someone to ring me back so i put it on the side in the bathroom when I had a shower. It rang, vibrated and jumped into the loo. It was still ringing whilst submerged. I think the cam on it is buggered though.

Yes it was the beloved Prada phone. My friends think its hilarious! Gits.