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We've recently inherited one of those DS Brain Training 'games'. Obviously I use the term game here loosly! Anyway, I had a pop this evening and have been traumatised to learn that my brain is the age of a 54 year old !!!!!!!!!
I've begun training in ernest.
And sobbing, there's sobbing too.
I had decided to do one of those '7 things you might find fascinating about me' types of things as seen at Dj's gaff... but i'm too intimidated.
A woman meets a man in a bar. They talk; they connect; they end up leaving together.
They get back to his place, and as he shows her around his apartment, she notices that one wall of his bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet, cuddly teddy bears.
There are three shelves in the bedroom with hundreds and hundreds of cute, cuddly
teddy bears, carefully placed in rows covering the entire wall! It was obvious that he had taken quite some time to lovingly arrange them and she was immediately touched by the amount of thought he had put into organizing the display. There were small bears all along the bottom shelf, medium-sized bears covering the length of the middle shelf,and huge, enormous bears running all the way along the top shelf.
She found it strange for an obviously masculine guy to have such a large a collection of Teddy Bears, but doesn't mention this to him, and actually is quite impressed by his sensitive side.
They share a bottle of wine and continue talking and, after a while, she finds herself thinking, "Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one! Maybe he could be the future father of my children?"
She turns to him and kisses him lightly on the lips. He responds warmly. They continue to kiss, the passion builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom where they rip off each other's clothes and make hot, steamy love. She is so overwhelmed that she responds with more passion, more creativity, more heat than she has ever known, and even did a few things she had never done with any other man.
After an intense, explosive night of raw passion with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together in the afterglow. The woman rolls over, gently strokes his chest and asks coyly,
"Well, how was it?" The guy gently smiles at her, strokes her cheek, looks deeply into her eyes, and says...
"Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf!"
Yes DJ... they are!
Bad bunnies.
Bad.
Bad.
Bad.
Not in front of the dog.
I've got the photo's of my stuff up at the exhibition now over here. Pretty proud, although I didn't get a say in what went up due to illness. But the tutor put many of my favs in and that's all I could ask for really. It's weird walking past your wall, and watching a group of strangers stop at your work, point and talk to each other. Also weird to see some random geezer taking photos of the wall. What a buzz. I want more!
My pc is broke!
It says it's unable to read bitmaps and I cant see any buttons on windows!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh.
Anyone know anything about it?
Needless to say, this post will be shorter than I'd have liked.
Some points:
-My boyfriend bought me some beautiful flowers last weekend to cheer me up, and they are still working their magic.
-My boyfriend's the schizzle.
-The art exhibition is going well I think. I've got pics but my boyfriend is coming to see it on Friday and I don't want to ruin the surprise.
-Billi and Charlie's fighting makes me laugh. Don't make the mistake of evicting the wrong person again like last week people. Keep Billi in just to see Charlie squirm.
-I watched Anthea Turner's housewife programme on telly this evening. So damn funny. I'm just hoping the whole thing really is as tongue in cheek as I'm thinking. The voice over lady makes it. But. So I'm watching it, and it ends, and I am immediately shamed into getting up and cleaning for awhile! Does this happen to anyone else? maybe after watching those How Clean Is Your House programmes? I'm such a mug!
- Do me a HUGE favour. There is a really
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witty arse unashamedly.
Please please please you crazy peeps, go to Big Blogger, even if you
dont bother reading any of it, and vote for BEDSHAPED to stay in using the little sidebar poll.
Choose him on the list, and click vote. That easy and i'll be your best friend
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(I am SUCH a good pimp ehehehe)
A painting is never finished - it merely stops in interesting places.
-Paul Gardner.
I think this can be said of many things in life:
My hair growth is never finished - it's merely shaved in interesting places.
My diet is never finished - it's merely halted in the face of interesting cakes.
Anyone for any more?
I've been a bit poorly recently. Slowly getting better, but it's been unexpected and very odd. Turns out my mother has had it before, but not as severe and so didn't associate the two. I've not had a conclusive diagnosis yet, but it's very likely.
One more physical issue for the list then.
Today has been better, but with my last, and arguably worst, English Lit exam happening in a few hours, I feel somewhat at a disadvantage! I've hardly been able to do any revision really, even though I do get 'the gist', and I expect I'll be winging it by the seat of my pants whilst feeling like i'm falling off my chair.
Unfortunately I've also found it harder to concentrate on reading, words go out of focus and my thoughts are a little fuzzy round the edges. I have told my tutor about it, and she just said 'get well soon'. Hopefully if i really fail this one, I might be able to do a resit. But i'm going to give it a good go anyway. That's assuming I can drive myself to the college today.
I have to sidle off now, sideways of course as this small type is making me doolally.
Wish me luck.
Tony Blair hasn't been doing very well lately bless im. (please note the sarcasm in my voice here)
Here is an extract from an interview he gave Der Spiegel in Germany, an interview might I add that's meant to mark his passing.
SPIEGEL: Why is Africa in the centre of political activities? Is it because a few musicians are taking an interest or because the Chinese are moving into Africa?
Blair: No, this predates the China issue - though that is an issue now with Africa. It's really because it's a big moral cause. Take the issue of HIV/Aids, for example. We've probably saved a million lives already. How many other areas of politics can you do something that saves literally millions of lives?
SPIEGEL: By not starting wars, for example.
SPIEGEL: When you look back, won't Iraq be the big nightmare of your time in office?
Blair: You know, you and I are not going to agree on this.
SPIEGEL: Isn't it important, if you start a war, to at least win it?
Blair: Well, I don't believe we've lost it.
SPIEGEL: Are you sure?
It was too cold and wet for the bunnies to go on the lawn today, but they needed some stimulation, so their new octagon run came inside the lounge. It's mahoosive. Three kids and the two bunnies can sit inside quite comfortably. Meanwhile yours truly cleaned out their home. For 3/4 of an hour! So, after a good hour and a half of play, the two baby bunnies were pooped out. And after several hours of arting.. I'm pooped out. Still, I'll have to work through the night. I've a deadline of Monday to finish, or beef up, three projects. Half a sketchbook, three major pieces, and a naked torso to paint.
Progress so far on the main pieces today:
I would like to present the two newest members of the Trotter household:
Abigail.
And..
Bobby. Or Ricky. Eldest can't decide on which name.
Personally I really pushed for Andre. Or Austin. Oh and Sigmund, but she wasn't having any of it.
Aren't they adorable?
They went out onto the lawn in their little bunny harnesses today. It went SO well I am so shocked at how good they are and how forward. Happy as larry basically. Bounding and eating grass. A lot of grass! Such good babies.
So, what else?
I had the first English Lit exam on Monday. It went so well. Fingers crossed.
I chose the following of which we had an hour to answer each question:
- Using the extract below as a starting point, discuss your views on the critic that the Ancient Mariner's role was to instill terror and pity in the reader.
(The extract contained a dialogue with the Wedding Guest)
- How far do you agree that the females were the ones with real power in The Rover's society even though it is set in patriarchal times?
We picked up our pre release material today to study in this week running up to the last exam on Tuesday. It's not looking pleasent. An extract from a piece of historical fiction. Yay.
I also slipped along to my local uni's Visual Arts degree exhibition to have a gander at the levels acquired. Meh. Only two spoke to me, one using textiles and was really absorbing, and a painting.
Then went around and had a big nose. The foundation art & design degree students were showing their first exhibition too, and again out of about forty I'd say two made my head turn. Very amateur. These students are essentially doing the same course as me, only in a uni setting and in one year. Then I also had a mooch about the MA Contemporary Fine Arts studios, and again two out of about twenty made me pause. But to be fair there wasn't a lot out on display, although presumably what was out is their best work. I'm worried that I'm big headed. Pride comes before a fall doesn't it, and hell I had one of those already this year what with my distinction being downgraded thanks to some external verifying behatch.
Ah well.
I've more to write..
But i'm a bit drained lately.
This week is becoming such a mare. Bunnies are off to their first vet check up tomorrow, and i've got college etc.
Art college wise I've suddenly hit a massive snag. I was told yesterday that our end of year exhibition is to be put together next week. Oh good. Great. Sigh.
No rest for the wicked eh?
You would be very happy in a career that utilised your level-headedness, and allowed you to work mainly on your own. You want a career that allows you to be creative, without having to be involved with lots of people. Some careers that would be perfect for you are:
Artist
Historian
Banker
Novelist
University Professor
Photographer
Vet
Paralegal
Graphic Designer
Online Content Developer
Webmaster
Producer
Managing Director
Nutritionist
Advertising
Nursing
You like working and being alone. You like to avoid attention at all costs. You tend to keep to yourself, and not interact much with the people around you. You enjoy spending time with a few a close friends. You like to listen to others, but don't like sharing much about yourself. You are very quiet and private.
You are very practical, and only act after thinking things through. You don't like being forced to answer quickly. You have to evaluate the situation completely. You make decisions based on what you can verify with your senses.
You like to be deeply involved in one or two special projects. You like to be behind the scenes. You are very logical and fair. You feel you should be honest with others and protect their feelings.
You trust your gut instincts. You are easily inspired and trust that inspiration. You are very innovative. You analyse things by looking at the big picture. You are concerned about how what you do affects others. You worry about your actions and the future. You tend to use a lot of metaphors and are very descriptive and colourful in your choice of language.
You are very creative, and get bored easily if you don't get to express yourself. You like to learn new things. You don't like the same old routine. You like to leave your options open.
I can't help watching the Gilette Venus razor advert on TV without wanting to be one of the venus goddesses! Especially the 'powerful' one who runs, the 'passionate' one who sings, and the one with 'substance' who is magnificently dragging green paint across a huge canvas.
How pathetic am I that I'm sucked into this advert like this?
I think it's subliminal messages myself.
I would like to point out that I would NOT stoop as low as to buy one of those razors off the back of my blatant goddess envy. I'm sticking to my manly and cheaper Mach 3 Turbo.
Tonight we revised Coleridges Rime Of The Ancient Mariner again. Ever get that feeling that there is just so much stuff going on inside your head that it all might just pop out? That's how I feel.
But with my first exam now less than a week away, I'm still stuffing this old head.
My A from my coursework helps though. Tutor said that I'd really have to be trying hard to fail now as the grades are totted up etc.
Sigh.
I can do this.
I'm good at this.
Bring it on!
I'd like to comment on this year's Big Brother entrants.
I'd like to... but i'm afraid I can't. It's all just too dire.
Well lets just try a few words. See what comes out:
The twins are a pedo's wet dream.
Emily is hot.
Shab's eyebrows are the scariest thing i've ever seen.
After hearing Charlie remark on her hatred of being a size zero whilst parading in front of the mirror I'm now organising hate mail.
Carol could use some upper lip wax as a luxury item/need package.
The other fat one's quite nice and inoffensive (apart from being fat of course).
Tracy's on a come down and needs a special roll up.
Leslie is my mother.
If i hear 'av it' or 'dont you just love it' once more I will kick the dog out of frustration.
And finally...
What was Big Brother thinking exactly?
