I’m not a vegetarian, but I can’t just live on meat…

So I’m back in the homestead for my Easter break, while other I know seem to be off to more exotic places, making me wish I was more of saver and had the money to travel – the world. But hey ho, it’s nice to see the cats again, although the father seems to want to get rid of them, when he moves. I would take them to university with me, but I’m pretty sure the flat I’m moving into doesn’t allow such pets, maybe goldfish, but not cats, but I’ll check when I get back.

So I haven’t really been up to much the last couple days, apart from chatting with the brother, hanging with the cats and cooking dinner for the family, although I did have to go shopping because there was literally no vegetables in the house and hardly any of anything else, apart from meat and fish.

I keep meaning to get other stuff done, like do my other brother’s birthday present, since he said he’d be done here at some point, over the next 3 weeks, so I’ve got to finish it before then and of course I’m got to finish putting together and buying the last parts for my other friends birthday present, I meant to get the last bits when I went shopping, but I completely forgot – as I usually do. And of course I’ve got to re-do my finances, because at the moment I’m not too sure how much money I have and all that jazz.

I’ve been trying to sort of some meeting up with my friends here, most of them are quite busy, but it looks like we’re going to go shopping with Thursday and we’ve set a date to try putting up the tent, we’re meant to be using for Cornwall this year, on Monday and we might go out next Thursday, but unlike me I think most of them only have 2 weeks off, while I have 3.

Quote/saying of the day: Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning. – Gloria Steinem

Packed, stacked and deleted… with a little aggression needed

So either I’m worse at maths than I thought – and I already admit I’m not good at it – or something else has happened.

I was doing my accounting, as one does on a Saturday afternoon and I realise that I have more money in my account than I can account for, so of course I’m a little worried and happy at the same time, because it could have just been a mis-transaction and the money could disappear, but also it could be that I spent less money than I thought this semester or I got more money than I thought this semester, but I’m hoping it’s one of the latter options, because of course not being as broke as I thought I was is a lovely surprise, plus I didn’t find out until now that my brother sent me £100 for my birthday, which I feel a little bad about now, because I didn’t say thank you, but I’ll just thank him tomorrow, as he’s coming to pick me up – yay I don’t have to try and fit all my washing in my tiny suitcase!

I’m a little annoyed at my favourite – right now – e-juice suppliers, because it would seem that they have stolen my money, as I got some juice from them on Monday and it should have arrived by yesterday, as they state that they ship within one working day and send it via first class postage, but it states that it is still pending, so I sent them a less angry than I actually am note, asking about what the hell is going on, hopefully they’ll get it sorted out, but unless they let me change the shipping address it won’t arrive until after I have left and I won’t get it until after the Easter break, as I won’t be here and all that jazz, but I’m hoping they will let me, since what happened wasn’t my fault and if they ad done it the way they said it would have arrived when I was here.

This isn’t the e-juice I was talking about BTW. But never know this product could be good.

So yeah, as well as sending angry, but still trying to be polite notes. I also somehow ended up clearing out my email, because I 900+ emails, that I either had never read and never would or just didn’t need any more and were just taking up space, now it’s more or less nice and neat. But going through old emails brought up some old memories, from high school and the many blow out ‘wars’ that my friends had I was somewhat too out of it to understand completely. Honestly those years are kind of foggy in my memory banks.

So yeah all that and packing, I’ve been having one hell of a crazy day – if you didn’t catch it that was sarcasm. But I’m just happy I’m going back home for the break, right now to care about much else. Looking forward to seeing my cats again and all or at least most of my friends from back home. Sure I like my new friends, but I want to keep close with my old ones, because we’ve been through a lot together – sort of – and well I think we have a potentially long lasting friendship, like the ones that you’re meant to build in university – I hope the friends I make here are for life, that could be nice, but who know what the future holds, for the likes of me?

Quote/saying of the day: A busy day is a happy day – Unknown

Explaining ratio, before Chappie

So yesterday I went to see that new film Chappie. I was meant to go with a bunch of people, but it ended up just being me and my friend, but it was still a good time and I cashed the check my grandma send me – so practical as well.

But yeah any ways the film was really good, although my friend brought into question the whole, is Chappie really alive thing, because he did philosophy A-level and apparently one of the definitions of alive is that the thing has to dispel waste and what not, although wouldn’t that sort of make cars alive? But any ways it was a good film, really quite more emotional than I thought it was going to be. Although there were some points where I got a little annoyed with it, due to it being unrealistic, but they were quite so small that they didn’t ruin the film.

AI seems to be quite a big thing these days, as I’ve been seeing quite a few films about it, was there some break throw in science that I haven’t heard about, or is this just another passing phrase, like vampires and zombies and whatever else.

I personally would like to believe in the possibility of AI’s, but who know if they’ll be perfected in the lifetime – if they haven’t been already…

So it’s one of my friends birthdays today, so I’ll be heading over to her place to help her celebrate in the evening, which will be nice.

Yesterday I tried to explain the difference between fashion and style to me friend, but like a stereotypical male he didn’t really get it at all. Honestly I think sometimes fashion is just people reading others and then trying to sell them things they don’t need, but still want. Not that I don’t love it or anything, despite all that. But I do believe there is a grand difference between fashion and style, although a lot of people would probably disagree with me, but there probably brand people. Honestly I don’t really give two shakes of a lambs tail – I wonder where that saying originated – about brands, sure you’re probably going to get better quality from a brand name than from some high street shops, perhaps not all though.

Any ways I went on to explain my observation of how the difference in a woman’s torso to leg ratio changes her cuteness of elegance. The way I’ve work it out to be – generally – long torso, short legs is cute and long legs short torso is elegant, now as far as I can tell this is universal to all cultures, but perhaps doesn’t always happen in all women, to say that I would have to meet every single woman in the world and I’m not willing to go that far, to prove my theory, but generally – as far as I can tell – it’s true, although apparently most women are about half and half on the leg torso ratio, so of course that’s where the clothes women wear come in to either give them longer looking torsos or legs, to make them look elegant or cute, dependent. I mean last year I was going for a more cute look, so I tried to lengthen my torso more and now I’m kind of not sure which way I want to go – although I have yet to identify what equal leg torso ratio is.

The devil was an angel once…

Alright so the day has come and I know the night is young and everything, but let’s just say for the sake of it ‘and gone’.

So today wasn’t the best birthday I’ve ever had, but I won’t say it was the worst. My brother and his girlfriend sent me a nice big bag, although it was a little shiny for me – I’m not super into wearing shiny things – but it was really nice and they sent me some DKNY body lotion and perfume and some quick drying nail polish in some really nice colour, which I might experiment with this weekend or perhaps tomorrow. I made my cupcakes, although I had to go borrow an egg from a friend, because I didn’t get the ones I ordered this week.

I also got some money from my grandma in a card, which means I’m going to have to go to the bank in the next couple of weeks, because it was a cheque. A I got a card from my house mates, which they all signed, which was nice, although I’m pretty sure only one of them would have none it was my birthday, if I wasn’t so bad at getting up in the morning recently and they saw my mail.

I was going to hide my birthday from the world – sort of thing – but I thought better of it and to just let this day pass slightly unmarked, with no big celebrate or anything like that, although the house mate that gave me the card offer to go out with me, but I just don’t really feel like it. I’m not in the mood I suppose.

But I had an alright day, pretty normal and all that jazz. Although I finally got round to watching Horns, which was an alright film, OK it wasn’t the masterpiece of the century, but it wasn’t horrible, rather on the religious side, but what were people expecting from it really.

The sequel or prequel for tomorrow…

Alright so my friend came down for the weekend last weekend. It was great to see her, since it’s been a couple months, she came down, because it was her birthday the weekend before and my birthday… tomorrow.

We ended up heading over to one of university friends places, for the afternoon and then down to the beach for the evening. My friend had misplaced her ID at home, so she didn’t have any otherwise we probably would have gone clubbing or something like that. But it was a fun night, so I’m glade she didn’t, although getting slightly accosted by drunken guys, wasn’t the greatest thing in the world. I mean getting half shouted at my a group of guys in some language I couldn’t understand, not wonderful, but hey ho, life goes on and we had a good time otherwise.

Although I did feel rather like a delinquent – not for the first time in my life – because we were drinking and smoking on the beach, something about that felt a little like something a delinquent would do. Plus I had to pee really badly and we were far away from anywhere I could think I could use the bathroom, so… I peed on the beach, in front of one of those little house things they have. I mean I’m not really the sort of person that pees in such public areas and all that jazz.

I also may have spilled my guts to her about some stuff, I now wish I hadn’t, but the combination of nicotine and alcohol can be a potent combination, when it comes to my filter.

But because I’ll the stupid person that I am I felt my essay for that weekend, so I had until 12 on Monday to write a 1500 word essay and I did manage it, actually I wrote more than 1500 words and I think it was alright, maybe even pretty damn good. But I’ll fine out sometime in the future I suppose.

It strange, but it doesn’t feel like it’s my birthday tomorrow and I still can’t think of anything to get my brother – we’ve got the same birthday. He and his girlfriend have sent me a present, which I super great-full for, since I couldn’t think of anything I wanted, so my other brother said he’d give me money. But with this I feel even worse, not being able to think of a present for my brother, might have to sent it home even so – if I even think of anything – because I don’t know his address.

So as I had previously planned, I’m going to spend my birthday doing pretty much nothing and eating the cupcakes I make, perhaps watching some potentially bad films and maybe doing a bit of wallowing in my own misery, just to cap things off.

It’s been really annoying, but recently the fire alarm in my house, has been going off for no reason, it’s done it twice today already and did it at 3 am last night, fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, I wasn’t trying to sleep then, so that’s all good, but I’ve got a fire alarm in my bedroom. A very loud fire alarm that I have wanted to smash to pieces several times in the past 12-24 hours or so. But I’m going out this evening and I’m hoping that it doesn’t do it again, or I might end up not being able to get my security deposit back.

Quote/saying of the day: How old would you be, if you didn’t know how old you are? – George Meredith

Pick up the paperbacks…

So apparently – according to a friend – today is world book day. Yay for books and all that jazz!

She was complaining – in a way – that she couldn’t dress up like she used to, in Primary school, because she saw all the pictures that people has posted on facebook and such of their children’s outfits. Pointing out that Elsa isn’t from a book, but who can blame the kid for wanting to be a magical princess?

So to console her and because I got a whole bunch of vouchers in the mail, we ordered pizza from Pizza Hut. It was a wonderful moment. Although neither of us could finish, so she ended up having to take a whole bunch home with her.

So one stress is over with for the week, since today was test day, but too be honest it wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be – still crossing my fingers I passed though – it was multiple choice, which I think everyone was happy about and the format for it was a bit rubbish, but hey I managed to finish it in 15 minutes and just sat there for the rest of the 40 minutes, I could have left at half past, but I didn’t want to disturb the people sitting next to me, as they were frantically scribbling and I didn’t really have much to get to any ways.

Quote/saying of the day: Always read something that will make you look good if you die in the middle of it – P.J. ORourke

A trivial shift in the time line…

So it’s 10 days until my birthday, alright I’m an adult. I mean legally I’ve been an adult for almost a year now and I can do everything in a large number of countries – you know smoke, drink, vote.

But I don’t feel like an adult, I still feel… well I don’t feel like a child either, sure next September, I’ll start paying proper bills and renting my own place, real adult like stuff, but isn’t there meant to be something that makes you feel adult like or something, I thought it would be a little different. But then again when I was a child and I mean a child, I never wanted to get to this point in my life, while my friends admired the adults and were wishing they could be all grown up, I was wishing I would never grow up, while my friends were chatting about the pros of being ‘an adult’ I was noticing all the cons, sure the pros are great and everything, but if I had the choice I’d spent the rest of my natural life reliving my childhood, well up until I hit the double digits that is.

I know that probably sounds all selfish, but I just don’t feel like I’m properly equipped the be adult like, I mean I pretty much know nothing, about living an adult life, sure I can probably imitate it, but inside I’m curled up in the corner, crying my eyes out and sometimes on the inside these days as well, I suppose I’m always going to be that way.

Any ways, I’m just getting all  twisted up because I’ve got a whole bunch of work piling up, my plans aren’t working out the way I wanted – the best laid plans, right? – and I’m going to be another year older soon – you would think I was turning 60 the way I’m acting about it.

So my friends coming down next weekend, or at least that’s the plan at the moment. She wants to celebrate our birthdays, since her’s was yesterday and all that jazz. I got her this book, which I think she’ll appreciate; shag yourself slim and a couple small things. I did tell myself that I wasn’t going to celebrate my birthday this year, but it’s quite a few days before and since it’s reading/project week after that, I can still have the slightly depressing birthday I planned – I know planning myself a pity party, if that’s not sad what is? But I haven’t had a proper happy birthday for a while now, I mean I’ve had happy moments and all that jazz, although there was one year, where I thought my family had forgotten, but fortunately for myself they hadn’t.

I’ve been debating on and off recently if I want to stop going for casual relationships and actually have a – more or less – committed one. But there’s a whole bunch of pros and cons to both sides, so I’m still on the fence, as I am with most things I life. But I have met some nice people.

I met a couple new people, at the screening of American Psycho, that the psychology society here had this Friday, there was only five of us there, but it was nice all the same and we had an interesting chat, while we waited for the other people to arrive – and they never did arrive. Honestly I don’t think there’re going to ever get that many people, because it’s on a Friday night, everyone’s going out. I’ve sort of suspended my ‘going out’ because I want it to remain fun and interesting and what not and not become a mundane activity, as basically everyone I’ve talking to about it says it has for them. I don’t want to become one of those people that works all week and then spends all their wages on drinking the weekend away, it’s such a circular life and one I don’t want, so I’m not starting it now. I mean some people seem to come to university and just go crazy, like they’ve never gone out drinking or to clubs in their life, I don’t want to become that either. I know I’ll probably never do anything amazing, earth shatteringly great with my life, but I’ve got to give myself the chance or something along those lines – does that sound conceited? Because that wasn’t what I was going for, I think.