Sunday, December 28, 2008

Breaking News!

This story made it to the front page of the Sunday Telegraph today. I think even I have news that's more worthy of front page column space.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Home sweet... home?

I'm a little confused which might explain why, at 3am on Boxing Day, I am blogging whilst everyone else in my house has gone to bed. And it is that way round, I'm blogging because I'm confused, not confused because I'm blogging, wait, that's just more confusing.
Anyway, what I'm a bit confused about is where, exactly, is home? I think I'm stuck in the standard 1st year transition period, when life seems so much like life in your new residence but when you come back home you suddenly realise that everything is carrying on just like normal back at 'home' and it's still got all the attributes of home. And then you start to wonder, is home 'home' only when you're at home and it ceases to be home when you're at uni, which you'd now call home or is home always home even when you're at uni, in which case uni isn't home ever and especially isn't home when you're at home cos it (uni) no longer has any sort of home attriutes. And do I say 'I'm going home' when I leave uni to come back home or when I leave home to go back to uni. And if home is still home (even though when at uni it often outweighs the homeliness of home on account of all your stuff being there) then when does home stop being home and start being uni? Should I just think that I have no home, but that seems overly dramatic when it's probably fairer to say I have two homes.

Anyway 3 more things:
1) No, I have not been drinking
2) Yes, I know it doesn't matter.
3) I am going to stop before the word 'home' starts to sound all funny due to over-repetition

This is home- Switchfoot

I've got my memories
Always inside of me
But I cant go back, back to how it was

I believe now
I've come too far
No I cant go back, back to how it was

Created for a place ive never known
This is home
Now im finally where I belong, where I belong
Yah this is home, ive been searching for a place of my own,
Now I found it, maybe this is home
Yes this is home

Belief over misery
I seen the enemy
And I wont go back, back to how it was
And I got my heart set on what happens next
I got my eyes wide its not over yet
We miracles, and were not alone

Yah this is home, now im finally where I belong
Yea this is home, ive been searching for a place of my own,
Now I found it, maybe this is home
Yes this is home

And now, after all my searching
After all my questions
Im going to call it home
I got a brand new mind set
I can finally see the sunset
Im gonna call it home

Home, this is home
Now Im finally where I belong, belong
Yes this is home,
Ive been searching for a place of my own
Now I found it,
Maybe this is home
This is home

Friday, December 19, 2008


My last blog shared some of the filth I've encountered today whilst tidying. It' 2:30am and I'm back at it on account of the looming mother's visit. Sadly, my planned evening of tidying got interrupted by 3 hours of jumping on Nat's bed singing Wham and McFly, a guilty pleasure of ours that we've decided we partake in far too often. All the same, we'd still be at it now if Lewis hadn't come upstairs and told us that 5 girls stomping around on his roof wasn't supportive of his beauty sleep. Anyway, as my sleeping pattern is so crazily messed up that I'm not scheduled another sleep til 2010 I thought I'd be an incredibly cool person and take photos of my room, so that I feel a little less alone with its mess.

This is my room after 12 hours of tidying. In those 12 hours I've had 5 people come and see how messy it is, 2 people walk past and yell at me to get off facebook and get back to it, and many other passers by recoiling in horror at its sight.

This is my wall of accumulated stuff since being at uni:

And behold! Not for the faint hearted...Here is the thing I found at the bottom of my bin. I'm surprised I'm not dead from its spores yet.

These are bad times my friends... bad bad times.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

oh dear oh dear.

I'm going home for Christmas in 2 days. My room is still in its usual state of disarray yet now I have boxes lying around half full of semi ordered stuff. My dishes are still sitting in the basin, having been sitting there so long that half the water they were in has actually evaporated (and/of soaked up by the various items of clothing I keep accidentally dropping in it). I have hair dye paraphernalia decorating my desk and I have one of my few towels lying on my window sill after my DIY double glazing attempt. And it'd be highly inappropriate to share what is in my sink at the moment... but I'm still plucking up the courage to go near enough to it to clean it.

I should technically be tidying it now, as it is less than 24 hours before the mother descends and I think when she offered to help me tidy, she didn't quite anticipate what I meant by 'messy'.

Talking of messiness... I went out for my birthday last night. If you've seen the Simpsons episode with Homer trashing the school with his friends and then the next morning recounts to Bart and Lisa what he'd done last night and it goes into old movie style and Homer is prancing around giggling and it's all pink etc (you have to have seen it, I couldn't find it on youtube) then you'll understand my current thoughts about last night. If you haven't seen it, don't worry and probably best not to ask either.

There is a little part of me looking forward to coming home, it's only little but it seems to be more than the amount my friends are happy about going home. I'll miss the banter with my friends, but there are some things I'm looking forward to, the main thing being the privacy of home... sometimes it's nice just to do things without 6 other people knowing where you've been and where you're going. But I'm sure the novelty will wear off pretty soon. Uni has finally picked up momentum though and I'm getting along great with my friends, having good nights out and getting into lectures. Which is why it's so annoying to stop it all just when it's getting good. But, I am excited about seeing people again and being a lazy arse; driving everywhere instead of climbing up a 170 degree wall everyday and going to bed earlier than 4am.

Anyway, I am going to go and tidy now. Honest I really am....

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Oh dear.

I've had the best few days, yesterday was so much fun. After cell group we went to Bole Hill park at 11pm and just messed around in the playpark. It was so amazing to be on the swings, looking up you could see all the stars and looking down was the most amazing view of all the city lights in the dark. It's so much fun just to be a big kid sometimes!

Anyway the oh dear in the title is definitely referring to the height my clumsiness has reached. It is distinctly unfunny. Yesterday I knocked over a bottle of juice, getting everything soaked. Then, as I ate my soup on my bed more of it went on my sheets than in my mouth. The worst part is yet to come. The canteen seems to bring out my clumsy side, you know, the whole getting the arm stuck in the tray conveyor belt scenario which I blogged about last time I listed all my clums-ridden feats. So I sat down, picked up my diet coke and the cup sort of crumbled in my hand. The next thing I know, my coffee has coke in it and my potato is swimming in a puddle of coke on my plate. But that's not the worst part- the worst part is somehow, the coke managed to go down my back, i think I threw someover my shoulder and it just dribbled down my back all the way to my bum. When I stood up, it looked like I'd wet myself cos I had a trail of wet in a place which really shouldnt be wet in a canteen. Only I could shower myself in Coke so badly that I have to actually change my underwear.

While we're on the topic of disasters + personal stories, I was going to wear a dress to ROAR tonight. I wore this dress in February last, no problem. Anyway, I inched it over my bum and went through to get Nat to do the zip up, the zip went up as far as my two womanly assets which appear to have sprouted out of nowhere since February. There was absolutely no way this dress was going anywhere thanks to my stupid nungas. Anyway, I didnt give up there- i thought maybe it might go over my head. Cue me running around my room with a dress stuck halfway over my head, arms and the like flailing all over the place. Anyway moral of the story is- don't try and wear a size 6 Topshop dress when you have 34C knockers.

Other personal news which I may as well divulge seeing as I don't seem to be holding back much- I've got some strange spots, 3 on my stomach one on my leg one on my back and one on my leg. I'm concerned I may have caught ringworm (which involves no real life living worms as i discovered) as it seems to be present in our corridor at the moment. Either that or I've got an extremely unwelcome guest in my bedroom.
I also dyed my hair so its kinda streaky blonde.

Ermmm... (essay procrastination btw)... i tidied my room so it no longer resembles what it did before (see a few posts back) my floordrobe is now a chairdrobe. but i can now turn the light off to sleep without worrying I'll get eaten alive by giant rats.

Tonight Nat's giving me a make over in which I think she underestimates how hard it is to make me look good. But still, any offers which might make me look semi presentable are welcome. It isnt helped by the reemergence of my acne (seriously do you ever grow out of it!) despite my self prescribing of Dr. Stuart's skin purify tea (some past blog somewhere about that stuff on here). It also isn't helped by my faces decision to be puffy. I think it might be down to lack of sleep, either that or I have some disease like the Bubonic plague (might explain those spots). Anyway the consequence is I've ran out of foundation in an attempt to look less awful.

Well I could witter on forever but I'm supposed to be writing something coherent about the meaning of life and all that which is due in for next week :S

Saturday, December 06, 2008

Thursday, December 04, 2008

2009 (I hate the number 9- not a good start)

Don't get confused by the title- it's not actually 2009 yet but Brooke and subsequently Bekah posted their new years resolutions recently.
Here and here.
Which got me thinking (bet you saw that one coming).
It's tempting to go for the resolutions like 'procrastinate less' and 'be more organised', and it's especially tempting considering I still haven't finished my essay that's due in for tomorrow. But we're talking achieveable goals, not personality transformations.
It's also tempting to go for resolutions like 'write in my journal everyday' and 'get along with my siblings' but then I'm not really setting myself any challenges at all. Like when people give up a food for lent which they never eat anyway.
So, I've got to find some things which are achievable and likely.
Last year, my aims for the year were to learn guitar and get AAB.
Spectacularly failed them both.
So far I've got:
Learn guitar (more than the 5 chords I learnt then forgot this year)
Read the entire bible. I had a bible in a year book which I started last January. I got to about the 4th chapter of Genesis.
Other than that I'm open to suggestions- so...? Probably should be something about lecture attendence, money saving and contact keeping... but I'm just staying true to the title of student.

Oh and following from my last post....
I half tidied my room then got bored. I did find £10 in the process though which means I might just make it through til the end of term without going into the minuses. I'd better spend this £10 wisely!! I was particularly resentful to when I added up all I've spent on train tickets this term. That'd be well over £150. Maybe I should spend more time in Sheffield.
There really is a bad smell wafting around my nose as I write this. I'm hoping it's either the mouldy mug I'm sat next to or a rat corpse under my bed (rather dead than alive, although preferably neither)- I'm still paranoid there are rats in my room and ever since I saw that episode of CSI where the rat climbed out of this corpse's mouth I'm going to be sleeping with the light on. I also have 3 bites on my stomach so I've definitely had an unwelcome guest of some description- there's no teeth marks though so I'm sure I'm safe with the rat thing.

And I also washed my hair despite the fact it was soooooo knotty that it took me a good 15 mins to brush through it, I had literal dreadlocks forming. Just to point out this wasn't cos I haven't been washing it, it was just cos I never brush it when I wash it so it dries with knots in. Seriously tempted to chop it all off though!

Anyway I'd like to point out how immensely excited I am about Christmas hols. I can't wait to go home and see everyone again, and to drive again, and to be able to go to the loo in the middle of the night without getting spooked by having to walk down a long corridor, and being able to put anything I want in the shopping trolley without having to do cost analysis (butternut squash and grapes- oh yea!), and to go to church again, and being able to do my workout dvds, and not have any essays to write, and to be able to bake again and just so many other things!!

But I'll probably miss uni while at home- who couldn't miss the lack of sleep, the awful food, the neverending essay writing, the restriction of your entire life to one room and the frequent intrusion into this lifehole by people who actually want to elicit more than a grunt out of you.
So... new year's resolution to be more positive anyone?


So it's 1:45pm on Thursday afternoon.

I'm lying in bed having gone to bed at 3am after attempting to finish my sociology essay. Gave up despite needing 300 more words and a deadline of tomorrow.

My hair is so greasy that I'm contemplating wearing a hat to go between my bedroom to the shower.

Apparently there was snow but I slept right through it.

My bedroom is so messy (see last post) that I slept with the light on last night because when I turned it off, I started to have auditory hallucinations of rats.

I now have the task of getting out of bed, showering and tidying my room before 4:30.

Then, I have the task of finishing my essay only to start the next one which I have a week and a half to do. And I'm sooooooo tired, I want to sleep for another 6 hours.

Anyway, other news. This is my brother DJing for 1000 people in a club in the Czech Republic.

And this is Claire and Rach after Rach got her belly button pierced. Which means all 3 of us Sweensters (Sweeney sisters) have tattoos and belly piercings. Which is funny when you think about how dad woiuldnt let us get our ears pierced til we were 16. (Though naturally being the youngest I got mine done when was 15 and already had 6 more holes by 16 :P)

She got it done with us on Monday, me claire and Rach went to Manchester and had a day of shopping :)
Anyway, back to the essay :( There's only so much about lesbianism and Freud that I can cope with!
Oh and I've officially signed for our house next year- 8 girls in one house. No further comment.
Ok I'm really going to go now and stop procrastinating...

Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Some things never change :S

So a while back, I blogged about the chaos my bedroom tends to get itself into:

Click here to see

Having got to uni, and shared a corridor with 24 other girls, you'd have thought I might have learnt that most people actually have tidy rooms and it's not actually that normal to live in absolute squalor.

Someone needs to tell my room that. It just insists on making itself messy, everytime I walk through the door it seems to have accumulated more and more mess.

So here I am again, 9 months later, having learnt nothing about being tidy and I'm living in the same old mess.

I take this picture as conclusive proof that duvets do grow legs and run away- check out that thing slinking away.

I just feel sorry for the people living with me next year. No, really.