Okay, so in England this weekend, we've had a 3 day weekend. In the May month, we get the first and last Monday off as a bank holiday, which is awesome and I still have no idea why it's there... but who's complaining?
I had plans this weekend. It mainly involved One-And-Only-Daniela, singing round a piano, followed by a cinema and then a happy hour that we were going to abuse. It was going to be awesome. None of this happened, however, as Friday night my body did that thing it does every so often, which was become an attention seeking idiot.
So, being the hardcore party person that I am, I decided that I was going to go to bed early on Friday night so that I could wake up nice and early, work on the final touches of the editing process of my book, and then head off to One-And-Only-Daniela's house. So, at 8:30pm, I snuggled down deep into my duvet and waited for the sweet, sweet sleep I was dying for to take over. However, as I lay down, something in my lower back started to ache. It wasn't a really bad pain, it felt more uncomfortable than anything else, so I changed position and hoped that would appease it. It didn't. Instead, the uncomfortable feeling just seemed to grow until it started to qualify as an actual pain. By this point, I had discovered that adding a little pressure onto the spot, namely a pillow wedged in between my back and the bed, seemed to help with the weird pain. Not sure what it was that I was experiencing, I tried once again to fall asleep, with this new found alleviation. It worked for about 20 minutes.
After roughly an hour of this pain, I gave up the idea of sleep and tried to distract my mind by opening up my computer and doing some editing instead. I tried, but the pain had begun to grow to a point where my brain didn't want to focus on anything else. Realising that this wasn't the right frame of mind to be in for an editing session, I decided to watch me some TV instead. I got about one episode into The Office USA before all hell broke loose in my back and I shot up and out of my bed, choosing to pace the room instead.
By 10:30, I realised that this pain was not going to get any better, but just get worse. I called The-Father, who is a frequent enjoyer of the kidney stone at least once a year, and listed my symptoms. He confirmed that it sounded like it could be kidney stones and thought it best I headed off to A&E, just to be safe.
So, off I trotted in the middle of the night, to A&E. I arrived via bus, and the apparent kidney/lower back pain had decided to choose this wonderful moment, once in the company of a bunch of strangers, to up the anti and the pain became something that was getting to unbearable. This was the point that I found out who my true self was, and just how far the influences of the British nature around me had warped my personality.
Words cannot describe to you all the pain I began to feel from that point onwards. I had never felt anything like it myself, I wanted to simultaneously cry, scream, punch something and collapse into the nearest strangers' arms. However, due to my intensely suppressed British upbringing, I did none of these things. I arrived at A&E, waited whilst the receptionists all seemed to be deliberately ignoring my presence for about 5 minutes and spoke to them, only when called, as per the sign's instructions next to me. I was at a point where I couldn't stand still, I had to constantly move just to try and find some kind of alleviation, although it barely did any good. But, I realised that there were a large amount of people in A&E, waiting to be seen, and it would do no good to make a fuss. As such, I filled in the form they gave me, giving details about my marital status and religious beliefs, then waited a while longer for the receptionist to deem to acknowledge me again, as she had gone back to refusing to make eye contact, whilst she worked on her computer.
I considered clearing my throat, or saying 'Excuse me' at one point during this moment of being ignored, but figured that she was probably very busy and so there was no reason to rock the boat. So I waited, and she eventually turned her attention back to me, took the form, and told me to take a seat.
I did as I was told... for about 10 minutes, until the act of sitting became far too uncomfortable... well actually it became uncomfortable about 2 minutes in, but I figured all I'd do was draw attention to myself if I got up and started pacing the room, so decided to just wait out the pain. After 10 minutes, I had no choice and my body seemed to force me to stand and walk. People did look, and I could feel myself giving them an apologetic look... again, I don't know why. But apparently I was sorry for having a pain that meant I couldn't sit still like the rest of them...
I waited for another couple of hours and, at about 1am, I was called in to see the nurse. She didn't seem all that convinced that I was in pain and told me to wait to see the Doctor. There was one very real reason why she didn't seemed that concerned, this reason was, I could feel myself actually downplaying the pain. I had no control over my reactions anymore. No matter how much I wanted to just tell her that I had never felt a pain like it, or that I really needed to see a doctor straight away, otherwise I was afraid of passing out if it got any more intense, I just simply smiled at her, told her it was pretty uncomfortable and that I think it would be beneficial for me to see a doctor. She sent me back out to the waiting room to wait for him to see her.
What happened in the waiting period between 1am and 3am, when the doctor eventually saw me, is a bit of blur. The pain continued to grow steadily, I could no longer sit for longer than a minute and I paced that room at least 100 times. I found my head popping up like a meerkat any time a doctor came out and called out a name, and then drop down in despair when that name wasn't mine. However, in amongst all of this, I had only two thoughts...
A: I will not make a fuss and bring any more attention to myself than is necessary.
B: The-Father and Marmie have had one ongoing debate for as long as I have been alive. This debate is, which is more painful? Kidney Stones or Childbirth? Neither could answer this question as The-Father is incapable of having children and Marmie has never experienced kidney stones. Should this turn out to be kidney stones; one day, when I eventually get round to having kids of my own, I will be able to finally answer this question once and for all. I know it sounds strange, but it was the only thing I could think of.
By the end of my wait, my natural impulse to downplay all pain was becoming next to impossible. I was no longer able to stop the tears from running down my face, and so resorted to wiping them away as soon as they emerged. I found myself close to going up to the reception and asking the woman when I would be able to be seen... although, still my desire not to cause any unnecessary fuss won over and I continued to fight the urge. I didn't want to be seen as difficult, after all.
When the doctor came out and actually called my name, I have never sprinted towards him so quickly in my life... seriously Usain Bolt had nothing on me. He guided me to the examination room and the moment I got in there, I turned to him and every part of my suppressed self control exploded... I sobbed like a freakin' baby in front of this man. He looked at me, completely shocked, slowly edged over to the door and called for a nurse to come in and inject me with some pain medication. They came in, did their thing, and within 20 minutes the pain had gone, leaving nothing but a floaty, buzzed feeling in it's wake. I have never been more appreciative for drugs than in that moment. I sat on the bed and let them prod at me with needles, with nothing but a smile on my face.
By 4am, it was all done. He sent me home with painkillers and a shrug as he didn't know what was wrong with me, but asked that I come back for more tests later in the week. I was so spaced out by this point that I didn't argue with him. I was sleep deprived and high on medication. I grabbed a cab and went home, collapsing onto my bed.
It's now four days later and I have spent it predominantly in bed. The pain hasn't come back to the extent that it was before. I still don't really know what it was, but am beginning to suspect that it was the pain in my arm thing that my body put me through, all over again. I'm getting really tired of it's shenanigans, let me tell you that. However, I am grateful that the pain seems to have shifted and now only comes in small twinges. I'm just hoping it stays that way! And if it isn't kidney stones, I'm okay with not being able to settle The-Parents' debate once and for all. I mean, the answer to that debate has been gnawing at our family for decades, but I am not desperate enough to answer it by wishing for my issue to have been stones... that shizzle can stay unanswered for all time if needs be.
Peace out my lovelies.
PS: 4 days to go until A World Reborn is available on Amazon! Book 2 in the Utopia Series. If you haven't read the first book yet, check out the link in the right hand bar! It's exciting! Although, I appreciate that my view might be slightly biased, as I am the one who wrote it...
Tuesday, 6 May 2014
Friday, 2 May 2014
Fancy Things Friday: Justin Timberlake and his 20:20 vision of yumminess
Welcome to Fancy Things Friday, where I talk about things on a Friday that I think are fancy!!
A few months ago (whenever it came out) I purchased part one of the Justin Timberlake 20:20 Experience album. I, as I always do whenever that man does anything slightly musical, LOVED it. This week, I finally got round to purchasing part two of this album. This is mainly because I was paid a little extra money this month and figured I'd celebrate this with getting me some more of the Timberlake. It has become the only thing that I have been listening to all week... with the exception of yesterday when I was doing some nerve racking stuff and so had my "psych myself up to achieve greatness with a smile on my face" song on repeat all day, which at the moment is Pharrell Williams' Happy (another very fancy thing).
As is normally the way I choose the Fancy Thing for my Fridays, I naturally decided that this would be my topic, due to it being the thing that I have overused obsessively this week. I am going to extend my Fancy Thing to include Justin Timberlake as a whole, however, as seriously... that man... it's just not healthy to be that beautiful and sing and dance and create music the way he does. He does very strange things to me. Beautiful, beautiful man...
I kinda accidentally fell in love with the Timberlake. I wasn't really a massive N-Sync fan, preferring the Irish tones of Boyzone as a teenager, and when he went solo I didn't really have an opinion on any of his songs. However, I was working in McDonalds at the time, (as everyone does as some point in their lives... it's like a rite of passage) and he began his "I'm lovin it" promotion. Due to this, we managed to score free tickets to his first concert tour for his Justified album, and I wasn't going to turn those bad boys down.
So, my 18 year old self got all dressed up in a pink ensemble (I was a little obsessed with the colour at the time... my dress sense has a very interesting past, let's just leave it at that) and I headed off with a bunch of work colleagues to Earl's Court for the concert. The seats we had were amazing and we were quite near the front, so naturally I was already impressed before the concert even began. However, when it began, oh my days, I turned into complete and utter mush. I screamed until I lost my voice, I gaped at his general sexiness all the way through, and when he began his beat boxing segment, as an introduction to Rock your Body, I realised that my opinion of him would never be the same again. There was now only one opinion to have, and that was he was simply the most awesome artist I've ever known.
I will say that my enthusiasm for the man has calmed down as I've gotten older. Don't get me wrong, I still love everything he produces and performs, but I no longer fantasise about the kids we were inevitably going to have and how much he was going to fall in love with me, the moment he set eyes on me etc and so forth... yes, I was a teenage girl with questionable fashion taste and an unbelievably cliche mind.
Naturally, I went to the second concert tour for his Futuresex/Lovesounds album and, due to paying for these tickets myself this time, only managed to get seats up in the really dangerous section, where one wrong misstep would result in a plummet to my death, taking a multitude of Timberlake obsessed fans with me. Thankfully, I managed to stay alive and on my feet, although just a tiny bit terrified for the entire concert. Once again, this man performed in a way that did very hot and flustering things to me and my love for him grew.
I am sad to say that I have not been able to get tickets for this recent tour, which has been gutting for me, however, I've been making up for it with overplaying the new albums until I know every inch of them as much as his first two albums. I'm not quite there yet, but almost.
If you haven't bought the latest albums, or indeed any of them, yet, then do it. Do it now! Each album tends to take on a new theme and style from the last one, making them all very different to each other. 20:20 Experience is no exception. He has explored a variety of different styles throughout the songs, and is strongly influenced by a 1920's style. I will say that, as it stands, I prefer his previous 2 albums over this one, but that does not at all mean that it isn't good. It's still freakin' awesome, because the Timberlake doesn't know how to create bad music. Full stop. No arguments...
Now for him to just learn that trick for his movies... I'm getting really tired of having to use the statement "I do like it, but only because I love him... otherwise, yes I understand how you might think it's a crap film"... With the exception of Blacksnake Moan, I cannot for the life of me work out why I love that film so much, but I do.
Peace out my lovelies
(PS: 8 days to go until A World Reborn: Book 2 in the Utopia Series is available on Amazon! Exciting, no? Buy your copy on Friday 9th May 2014... if you want, no pressure... I'm not demanding you do it or anything... unless that works for you? In that case, BUY IT!!)
Thursday, 1 May 2014
Just a little bit of advertising hype.
9 days to go until A World Reborn is available on Amazon!! Book 2 in the Utopia Series. First book is in the right hand column, if you fancy buying something to read this weekend... Go on, you know you want to...
After yesterday's post, I found out that the tube strike wasn't being extended to today, like I thought. Therefore, the trains were all normal and shizzle this morning, which is yet another reason for me to be happy this week. To celebrate this, I have been playing Pharell Williams' Happy on repeat all day... it is actually impossible to listen to that song and not at least click your fingers and nod your head whilst doing so.
So, I've decided, regardless of having no existing budget for an advertising campaign in the lead up to the release of my new book, I would just go ahead and do one anyway. The only limit I have had is that I have no money... so far, I've been coping pretty well.
I began my countdown to the release (*cough* 9th May 2014 *cough*) yesterday in form of photos. The best forum to advertise these photos? Why Instagram of course. As such, I have created a new Utopia instagram page!! So far, I have 4 followers so it's going well!! However, if you would like to join this page, then please do and the link is ***HERE***. The profile name is Welcome_to_utopia and it has a total of 2 pictures on it!! Huzzah!! Success!! I will be uploading others... basically it's a way for me to document the process of writing and publishing the books, as I do them, in image form, so as to keep you all updated. I will continue to use it as I write books 3 to... I want to say, 10??? Not too sure yet, but definitely 7. It would mean the world to me if you joined and followed me. I promise to try and be as entertaining as I can on it...
One-And-Only-Daniela has officially taken over as PR of the books and is suitably ordering me around in the world of social networking, in order to create more hype about them. It's awesome, but also feels a little like I'm at school again... she sets me homework and gets really annoyed when I don't do what she asks in time...
All of this means that there will be cool and interesting things heading your way in terms of this and will also mean that I can stop bugging the people who don't really care about the book, and only bug those who do. Basically, at the moment, my only forums are twitter, facebook, and this blog, which are all places where the people who are following or are friends with me, are there because of me, rather than my books, so I kinda feel all guilty and weird to paste all my advertising over it... I'm pretty certain that, once all the necessary "Official Utopia Series" pages are up and running, the viewing of these pages will be pretty minimal, but I'm prepared. (Thank you again to the 10-20 people who have read my book, you are my rock).
Okay, enough of that. I'm off now to listen to some more Pharell Williams and I will see you all tomorrow. You are beautiful people and I love you all in a very inappropriate way.
Peace out my lovelies.
After yesterday's post, I found out that the tube strike wasn't being extended to today, like I thought. Therefore, the trains were all normal and shizzle this morning, which is yet another reason for me to be happy this week. To celebrate this, I have been playing Pharell Williams' Happy on repeat all day... it is actually impossible to listen to that song and not at least click your fingers and nod your head whilst doing so.
So, I've decided, regardless of having no existing budget for an advertising campaign in the lead up to the release of my new book, I would just go ahead and do one anyway. The only limit I have had is that I have no money... so far, I've been coping pretty well.
I began my countdown to the release (*cough* 9th May 2014 *cough*) yesterday in form of photos. The best forum to advertise these photos? Why Instagram of course. As such, I have created a new Utopia instagram page!! So far, I have 4 followers so it's going well!! However, if you would like to join this page, then please do and the link is ***HERE***. The profile name is Welcome_to_utopia and it has a total of 2 pictures on it!! Huzzah!! Success!! I will be uploading others... basically it's a way for me to document the process of writing and publishing the books, as I do them, in image form, so as to keep you all updated. I will continue to use it as I write books 3 to... I want to say, 10??? Not too sure yet, but definitely 7. It would mean the world to me if you joined and followed me. I promise to try and be as entertaining as I can on it...
One-And-Only-Daniela has officially taken over as PR of the books and is suitably ordering me around in the world of social networking, in order to create more hype about them. It's awesome, but also feels a little like I'm at school again... she sets me homework and gets really annoyed when I don't do what she asks in time...
All of this means that there will be cool and interesting things heading your way in terms of this and will also mean that I can stop bugging the people who don't really care about the book, and only bug those who do. Basically, at the moment, my only forums are twitter, facebook, and this blog, which are all places where the people who are following or are friends with me, are there because of me, rather than my books, so I kinda feel all guilty and weird to paste all my advertising over it... I'm pretty certain that, once all the necessary "Official Utopia Series" pages are up and running, the viewing of these pages will be pretty minimal, but I'm prepared. (Thank you again to the 10-20 people who have read my book, you are my rock).
Okay, enough of that. I'm off now to listen to some more Pharell Williams and I will see you all tomorrow. You are beautiful people and I love you all in a very inappropriate way.
Peace out my lovelies.
Wednesday, 30 April 2014
A random breakdown of the current tube strikes that are happening... again.
Guess what? There's only 10 days left until a new book hits the Amazon stores!! It's book 2 in this little known series called The Utopia Series. It's called A World Reborn and will be available on 9th May 2014!! A link to book 1, Utopia, might be available somewhere around here... say the right hand bar... it's a little small, so good luck finding it... *wink*
In other news, there are strikes happening once again in London on our underground... yes, you are correct, this has only just happened... remember? I got all melodramatic and "epic" with my tale of that time...
Well, it's happened again. I haven't checked the leaflets so far on their reasons for it this time, although I think it's safe to say that there are very mixed feelings about the strike this time. It basically means that, for three days, the lovely commuters of London have to rely on their expert knowledge of London to find alternative routes to and from work. This is something that can be incredibly annoying when you live on the other side of London to where you work and are very much reliant on the underground system to get you places.
We're into the second day of the three day strike and, so far, I have identified three main reactions to this particular action, these are:
1. The "Why the hell are they doing this to us again? *Rant rant, angry words, shouts at random strangers*" people.
These are the people who are probably most reliant on underground and find that, without these trains available, they are having to leave the house a whole couple of hours earlier than they would do normally, just to ensure that they get to work only half an hour later than they should be in. Therefore, the strike has the biggest effect on them.
I should add a disclaimer that I probably mostly fall into this category. I have a very simple journey into work nowadays, the station nearest my house goes directly to the station nearest my work. Easy peasy. But when that train is taken out the equation, suddenly my journey becomes a complex combination of buses and other trains that are so packed that everything slows down to a snails pace. I also then find myself becoming almost carnal in my need to get on said trains and buses, along with the rest of the commuters around me. Let me tell you, once you have found yourself on a packed platform with about 300 other people, all trying to get on the same already packed train, you soon realise your true self. All common courtesy and overall British politeness, when it comes to commuting, is forgotten; old ladies are thrown to the wayside as they are considered too weak to survive, ribs are broken as everyone elbows everyone else in the fight for the last spot on the train, and, let me tell you, if you ever feel the need to be felt up by a random stranger in public, just go out during a strike... you will be heaven.
Naturally, after spending 2 and a half hours in this kind of environment, all sympathy for the reasons as to why these strikes are taking place, tends to get lost on people. It doesn't matter how legitimate the reasons might be for the strike, hell even if the result of the strike would cause world peace, it wouldn't be a good enough reason. Now people are just flustered, hot, sweaty and smelling of not just their own personal fragrance, but that of about 15 other people. That, right there, will inevitably result in shouts and anger and a need to rant at whoever it was who forced them into this situation in the first place.
The real brave people in these situations, I find, are those who are striking and have situated themselves right outside a busy station to advertise the fact that they are the cause of the strike. These are the people who have to face the anger of a mass of annoyed commuters, which is not a pretty sight, let me tell you. I have walked past a fair few of these arguments and rants taking place and it is absolutely terrifying.
I'm fairly annoyed at the whole thing, but I also hate confrontation, so my way of letting out my frustration is to write a strongly worded tweet or facebook status, and then feel happy that I have said my part. I also will inevitably forget my irritation the moment the trains are back to normal, as I can't hold onto a grudge to save my life.
2. The "How dare you complain? If it wasn't for Union strikes, we'd all have been working down the mines since the age of 12!" people.
Valid point. Union strikes have done good in this world, and are a way for people to fight back against what does tend to be a fairly corrupt group of rich people who are calling the shots. I'm not saying they're always corrupt, but I think we can all safely say that corruption is something that is taking place. There have been many a reason for strikes in the past, and some of the biggest achievements in this world have come out of said strikes. I have had a quick look at the reasons behind this strike, and I have my opinions on them, but I also acknowledge that these reasons are based on very limited knowledge of the whole thing, so I'm not going to go into detail on them here. I'm just going to say that, in a world where technology is causing things to change, we may have to find a way to adapt and change with it. (This being around the need for less people on the station front due to having ticket machines to do the work instead in a more efficient manner.) Therefore, I'm not totally sure if I'm completely on board with some of the strike reasons, but please don't shoot me! Just a small insignificant opinion from a self-professed newbee in the world of Underground train politics.
3. The rather bizarre "I'm not going to blame the Underground staff for my nightmare commute, but rather all the other commuters who are trying to get to work as well as me" people.
Tuesday morning, as I set off on my dreaded journey, I text One-And-Only-Daniela to see how she was doing on her travelling. One-And-Only-Daniela only needs to take one bus to work, a nice simple journey that she normally enjoys. This was the conversation that we had:
One-And-Only-Daniela has been shortened to OAOD
Me: About to start my "strike travel" grrrr
OAOD: There's a lot of traffic. I think people who normally get the train should walk and not inconvenience the original people that get the bus lol!
Me: Hey! That's me! How else are we meant to get to work?
OAOD: Walk
Me: I should walk to the other side of London? Sounds fair.
OAOD: Exactly right.
Shortly after this, I come across a facebook status that complained about the people who normally take trains into work but have now decided to take their cars, thus making the roads a nightmare. Apparently it wasn't fair on the rest of the "normally driving" commuters that these people were finding alternative routes. Again, I wondered, how else are these people meant to get into work? Believe me, if I drove, or had a car for that matter, I would be all over that driving shizzle.
At the bus stop yesterday, I overheard two people complaining about the increase of people trying to get on their usual bus, saying it wasn't fair that they were choosing this route instead... not really a choice, but I didn't know them, and they were twice my size, so I decided to stay out of that particular topic so as to keep my face intact.
This, somehow, has become the most popular groan and opinion during these particular strikes. I'm not sure how it happened, but the people who appear to be receiving the blame for the strike are not the strikers, nor the government, but the other commuters who normally get the train. I'm sorry, what? That logic is completely lost on me.
However, as I'm not really a fan of upsetting people, I would like to offer my sincerest apologies to all those blaming us, as a representative of the 'underground tube takers', for all the inconvenience we have caused. I know it has been insensitive of us to think that we deserved the same chances as you to get to work over the past couple of days. But I realise now that this was inconsiderate of us, and we should have realised we are lesser people who should have known better than to pick a route to work that solely relies on the underground system. To make it better, I will engage in conversations with my fellow people on finding alternative routes, once the strikes are over, so as to ensure that we become one of you guys. We will all take cars and buses from now on. We will realise the error of our ways, strike against taking the tubes, and become as sensible as you. That way, you won't notice the difference when the strikes occur because every day will be a strike day!
Yup... I think that well and truly solves the problem.
Peace out my lovelies.
In other news, there are strikes happening once again in London on our underground... yes, you are correct, this has only just happened... remember? I got all melodramatic and "epic" with my tale of that time...
Well, it's happened again. I haven't checked the leaflets so far on their reasons for it this time, although I think it's safe to say that there are very mixed feelings about the strike this time. It basically means that, for three days, the lovely commuters of London have to rely on their expert knowledge of London to find alternative routes to and from work. This is something that can be incredibly annoying when you live on the other side of London to where you work and are very much reliant on the underground system to get you places.
We're into the second day of the three day strike and, so far, I have identified three main reactions to this particular action, these are:
1. The "Why the hell are they doing this to us again? *Rant rant, angry words, shouts at random strangers*" people.
These are the people who are probably most reliant on underground and find that, without these trains available, they are having to leave the house a whole couple of hours earlier than they would do normally, just to ensure that they get to work only half an hour later than they should be in. Therefore, the strike has the biggest effect on them.
I should add a disclaimer that I probably mostly fall into this category. I have a very simple journey into work nowadays, the station nearest my house goes directly to the station nearest my work. Easy peasy. But when that train is taken out the equation, suddenly my journey becomes a complex combination of buses and other trains that are so packed that everything slows down to a snails pace. I also then find myself becoming almost carnal in my need to get on said trains and buses, along with the rest of the commuters around me. Let me tell you, once you have found yourself on a packed platform with about 300 other people, all trying to get on the same already packed train, you soon realise your true self. All common courtesy and overall British politeness, when it comes to commuting, is forgotten; old ladies are thrown to the wayside as they are considered too weak to survive, ribs are broken as everyone elbows everyone else in the fight for the last spot on the train, and, let me tell you, if you ever feel the need to be felt up by a random stranger in public, just go out during a strike... you will be heaven.
Naturally, after spending 2 and a half hours in this kind of environment, all sympathy for the reasons as to why these strikes are taking place, tends to get lost on people. It doesn't matter how legitimate the reasons might be for the strike, hell even if the result of the strike would cause world peace, it wouldn't be a good enough reason. Now people are just flustered, hot, sweaty and smelling of not just their own personal fragrance, but that of about 15 other people. That, right there, will inevitably result in shouts and anger and a need to rant at whoever it was who forced them into this situation in the first place.
The real brave people in these situations, I find, are those who are striking and have situated themselves right outside a busy station to advertise the fact that they are the cause of the strike. These are the people who have to face the anger of a mass of annoyed commuters, which is not a pretty sight, let me tell you. I have walked past a fair few of these arguments and rants taking place and it is absolutely terrifying.
I'm fairly annoyed at the whole thing, but I also hate confrontation, so my way of letting out my frustration is to write a strongly worded tweet or facebook status, and then feel happy that I have said my part. I also will inevitably forget my irritation the moment the trains are back to normal, as I can't hold onto a grudge to save my life.
2. The "How dare you complain? If it wasn't for Union strikes, we'd all have been working down the mines since the age of 12!" people.
Valid point. Union strikes have done good in this world, and are a way for people to fight back against what does tend to be a fairly corrupt group of rich people who are calling the shots. I'm not saying they're always corrupt, but I think we can all safely say that corruption is something that is taking place. There have been many a reason for strikes in the past, and some of the biggest achievements in this world have come out of said strikes. I have had a quick look at the reasons behind this strike, and I have my opinions on them, but I also acknowledge that these reasons are based on very limited knowledge of the whole thing, so I'm not going to go into detail on them here. I'm just going to say that, in a world where technology is causing things to change, we may have to find a way to adapt and change with it. (This being around the need for less people on the station front due to having ticket machines to do the work instead in a more efficient manner.) Therefore, I'm not totally sure if I'm completely on board with some of the strike reasons, but please don't shoot me! Just a small insignificant opinion from a self-professed newbee in the world of Underground train politics.
3. The rather bizarre "I'm not going to blame the Underground staff for my nightmare commute, but rather all the other commuters who are trying to get to work as well as me" people.
Tuesday morning, as I set off on my dreaded journey, I text One-And-Only-Daniela to see how she was doing on her travelling. One-And-Only-Daniela only needs to take one bus to work, a nice simple journey that she normally enjoys. This was the conversation that we had:
One-And-Only-Daniela has been shortened to OAOD
Me: About to start my "strike travel" grrrr
OAOD: There's a lot of traffic. I think people who normally get the train should walk and not inconvenience the original people that get the bus lol!
Me: Hey! That's me! How else are we meant to get to work?
OAOD: Walk
Me: I should walk to the other side of London? Sounds fair.
OAOD: Exactly right.
Shortly after this, I come across a facebook status that complained about the people who normally take trains into work but have now decided to take their cars, thus making the roads a nightmare. Apparently it wasn't fair on the rest of the "normally driving" commuters that these people were finding alternative routes. Again, I wondered, how else are these people meant to get into work? Believe me, if I drove, or had a car for that matter, I would be all over that driving shizzle.
At the bus stop yesterday, I overheard two people complaining about the increase of people trying to get on their usual bus, saying it wasn't fair that they were choosing this route instead... not really a choice, but I didn't know them, and they were twice my size, so I decided to stay out of that particular topic so as to keep my face intact.
This, somehow, has become the most popular groan and opinion during these particular strikes. I'm not sure how it happened, but the people who appear to be receiving the blame for the strike are not the strikers, nor the government, but the other commuters who normally get the train. I'm sorry, what? That logic is completely lost on me.
However, as I'm not really a fan of upsetting people, I would like to offer my sincerest apologies to all those blaming us, as a representative of the 'underground tube takers', for all the inconvenience we have caused. I know it has been insensitive of us to think that we deserved the same chances as you to get to work over the past couple of days. But I realise now that this was inconsiderate of us, and we should have realised we are lesser people who should have known better than to pick a route to work that solely relies on the underground system. To make it better, I will engage in conversations with my fellow people on finding alternative routes, once the strikes are over, so as to ensure that we become one of you guys. We will all take cars and buses from now on. We will realise the error of our ways, strike against taking the tubes, and become as sensible as you. That way, you won't notice the difference when the strikes occur because every day will be a strike day!
Yup... I think that well and truly solves the problem.
Peace out my lovelies.
Tuesday, 29 April 2014
I've done it again... I've gone all sickeningly happy and motivational... you're welcome?
So, life is going very much in my favour at the moment. Apparently this week is the week that everyone and everything decided to send nice things my way. Unfortunately, I can't list all the good things, because one is still pending and is only the start of good things but here is my list of awesome:
1. I made my book Utopia free for 5 days and "sold" over 400 copies.
2. I have completed book 2, after a year of writing. (Have I mentioned that A World Reborn will be available on 9th May 2014? Yes? Huh... I wonder when I did that...)
3. I weighed myself on Saturday and somehow have managed to lose half a stone in a week, officially putting me in the 'no longer overweight, just curvy' column. Awesomeness in a bag.
4. My payslip this month is so beautiful, I could cry with happiness...
5. Pending thing, which I can't talk about, but is my most exciting news, I will keep you posted.
It's only Tuesday and this is my best week so far. I am beginning to think that there is nothing I can't do this week. So much so, I might try my hand at flying... I've always suspected that I can do it, but have never actually tried it. So I've begun to formulate some form of plan involving feathers and a lot of flapping... also happy thoughts... of which I have many at the mo.
I don't mean to get all sappy and hippy and jazz, but I do honestly believe that this has begun to happen due to the outlook I have changed in my life. By thinking of positive things and doing things that are good for me, I have managed to start to actively change my life for the better. Remember at the beginning of the year, when I said that things weren't that great in terms of where my life is but I'm choosing to be happy in it? That act, right there, has caused more positive things to happen to me than my previous lifetime of wishing for my life to change. By being happy with what you have, I honestly believe it puts your brain into a place where you are more comfortable to work at making things better, even without realising your doing it.
It gives you confidence to strive for other things, hope that good things will come your way, and a self belief that you are worth these things, no matter how out of reach they may seem.
I see this as the beginning of something. I decided that 2014 would be the year where I would stop waiting for the world to change for me and actively work at changing it instead. By doing this, I worked at myself, being happy and going forward. I found things that I enjoyed doing, and I started doing them. I socialised more, I gained control of my money situation, I worked out my limits and I found a way to enjoy life within them. Through that, my limits have expanded and I am now finding I can do more now than I could before.
The above things might not seem that significant to many other people, but they're massive for me. They bring a smile to my face and make me hopeful for new things. Each of those things are accomplishments of personal goals that I set myself, and to see them begin to come into fruition is the most exciting and inspiring thing in the world.
So I want to take some of that positivity and inspiration and send it on to you lovely people. You all come onto this thing and read my rambles, and I know that they aren't gems every day. I know that sometimes they are even half arsed and boring. But you keep on coming back, and for that I'm so grateful. I want to inspire you to come up with your own goals. That thing that you always wished you could do, but haven't ever gone forward with? Try it out, just take one little baby step into making it a reality. It doesn't have to be much. Assign yourself an hour a week, to devote to that particular dream... then maybe expand on that hour. Those things that you might be invited to and you always come up with excuses not to go to, how about saying yes this time? You know what? Sometimes you might not even like it and decide never to do it again, that's fine. At least you can say you've done it once. I've done that a couple of times this year. I've had moments when I did something and realised it wasn't for me. I may have even regretted doing those things. But at least I know now, and I can move on and adapt for the future.
Life is going to be full of happy and sad moments, annoying and excitable moments, and everything else in between. Each of those are as important as each other, so each should be celebrated and marked as a learning curve. I know this year, since my recovery from all that shizzle, I may have begun to seem a little over the top in my happy words, so much so, that it's causing some of you to vomit, and I'm sorry for that! I am trying to keep the motivational 'look at how wonderful things are!' posts down to a minimum, as I appreciate not everyone wants to hear it. But I want to make clear that I'm not telling you all this stuff to rub your noses in it, if your lives aren't that great, but to encourage you all to see the greatness that already exists in your lives.
As I said, the above stuff is actually minimally exciting, if you look at it in the grand scheme of things. But they're a step in an awesome direction, I am very happy to be taking. There are things in my life that still need a lot of work, there are things that are even crappy, but I don't care. Because, I'm focusing on the other things instead. And, in the risk of sounding repetitive, I encourage you all to do the same. Take your life as it is, make a list of the good things in it, make a list of the things that need improvement, and then create (and this is important) realistic goals to get you there. Small things at first and work up from there.
Go forth people, and be happy! You all deserve it!
Peace out my lovelies
1. I made my book Utopia free for 5 days and "sold" over 400 copies.
2. I have completed book 2, after a year of writing. (Have I mentioned that A World Reborn will be available on 9th May 2014? Yes? Huh... I wonder when I did that...)
3. I weighed myself on Saturday and somehow have managed to lose half a stone in a week, officially putting me in the 'no longer overweight, just curvy' column. Awesomeness in a bag.
4. My payslip this month is so beautiful, I could cry with happiness...
5. Pending thing, which I can't talk about, but is my most exciting news, I will keep you posted.
It's only Tuesday and this is my best week so far. I am beginning to think that there is nothing I can't do this week. So much so, I might try my hand at flying... I've always suspected that I can do it, but have never actually tried it. So I've begun to formulate some form of plan involving feathers and a lot of flapping... also happy thoughts... of which I have many at the mo.
I don't mean to get all sappy and hippy and jazz, but I do honestly believe that this has begun to happen due to the outlook I have changed in my life. By thinking of positive things and doing things that are good for me, I have managed to start to actively change my life for the better. Remember at the beginning of the year, when I said that things weren't that great in terms of where my life is but I'm choosing to be happy in it? That act, right there, has caused more positive things to happen to me than my previous lifetime of wishing for my life to change. By being happy with what you have, I honestly believe it puts your brain into a place where you are more comfortable to work at making things better, even without realising your doing it.
It gives you confidence to strive for other things, hope that good things will come your way, and a self belief that you are worth these things, no matter how out of reach they may seem.
I see this as the beginning of something. I decided that 2014 would be the year where I would stop waiting for the world to change for me and actively work at changing it instead. By doing this, I worked at myself, being happy and going forward. I found things that I enjoyed doing, and I started doing them. I socialised more, I gained control of my money situation, I worked out my limits and I found a way to enjoy life within them. Through that, my limits have expanded and I am now finding I can do more now than I could before.
The above things might not seem that significant to many other people, but they're massive for me. They bring a smile to my face and make me hopeful for new things. Each of those things are accomplishments of personal goals that I set myself, and to see them begin to come into fruition is the most exciting and inspiring thing in the world.
So I want to take some of that positivity and inspiration and send it on to you lovely people. You all come onto this thing and read my rambles, and I know that they aren't gems every day. I know that sometimes they are even half arsed and boring. But you keep on coming back, and for that I'm so grateful. I want to inspire you to come up with your own goals. That thing that you always wished you could do, but haven't ever gone forward with? Try it out, just take one little baby step into making it a reality. It doesn't have to be much. Assign yourself an hour a week, to devote to that particular dream... then maybe expand on that hour. Those things that you might be invited to and you always come up with excuses not to go to, how about saying yes this time? You know what? Sometimes you might not even like it and decide never to do it again, that's fine. At least you can say you've done it once. I've done that a couple of times this year. I've had moments when I did something and realised it wasn't for me. I may have even regretted doing those things. But at least I know now, and I can move on and adapt for the future.
Life is going to be full of happy and sad moments, annoying and excitable moments, and everything else in between. Each of those are as important as each other, so each should be celebrated and marked as a learning curve. I know this year, since my recovery from all that shizzle, I may have begun to seem a little over the top in my happy words, so much so, that it's causing some of you to vomit, and I'm sorry for that! I am trying to keep the motivational 'look at how wonderful things are!' posts down to a minimum, as I appreciate not everyone wants to hear it. But I want to make clear that I'm not telling you all this stuff to rub your noses in it, if your lives aren't that great, but to encourage you all to see the greatness that already exists in your lives.
As I said, the above stuff is actually minimally exciting, if you look at it in the grand scheme of things. But they're a step in an awesome direction, I am very happy to be taking. There are things in my life that still need a lot of work, there are things that are even crappy, but I don't care. Because, I'm focusing on the other things instead. And, in the risk of sounding repetitive, I encourage you all to do the same. Take your life as it is, make a list of the good things in it, make a list of the things that need improvement, and then create (and this is important) realistic goals to get you there. Small things at first and work up from there.
Go forth people, and be happy! You all deserve it!
Peace out my lovelies
Monday, 28 April 2014
Official announcement for release date on A World Reborn: Book 2 in the Utopia Series by Lisa J Harries
Hey guys,
Yeeeaaaah, so if any of you caught my previous post on Saturday night about my big news, you might have noticed I'm the teensiest bit excited about the whole thing. You'll be pleased to know that I have calmed my excitement down a little to now only include small bursts of happiness when it pops into my head. These bursts tend to cause me to spontaneously seize up every muscle and then let it all out in a massive giggle. It's cute and understandable when I'm around people who know me, not so much when I'm on a train packed with strangers...
So, in case you missed it, my exciting news is that I have officially finished the writing section of A World Reborn, which is book 2 in the Utopia series. If you don't know what the Utopia series is (hint: It's not the Channel 4 British TV Show) then look no further than my right hand bar. There you will see lovely links to my first book, which is available on Amazon as an ebook. If you don't have a kindle, but you do have a smartphone or tablet (the electronic kind, not the one made of stone for writing of commandments) then the kindle app is a free download and you can go ahead and read it on there! I thoroughly recommend you read this one first, before you try A World Reborn, I would even say that it is integral to the maximum enjoyment to be had on reading Book 2.
If you have read Utopia, however, then you are ready to read the second installment. I am currently undergoing an intense amount of editing at the moment to get this book ready. I've been editing as I've been going along, hence the reason for the long period it has taken me to finish it, but there's still more to do. As such, it's not quite ready for official publication. I can confirm a date for which it will be ready, however, and I will tell you this now.
Yeeeaaaah, so if any of you caught my previous post on Saturday night about my big news, you might have noticed I'm the teensiest bit excited about the whole thing. You'll be pleased to know that I have calmed my excitement down a little to now only include small bursts of happiness when it pops into my head. These bursts tend to cause me to spontaneously seize up every muscle and then let it all out in a massive giggle. It's cute and understandable when I'm around people who know me, not so much when I'm on a train packed with strangers...
So, in case you missed it, my exciting news is that I have officially finished the writing section of A World Reborn, which is book 2 in the Utopia series. If you don't know what the Utopia series is (hint: It's not the Channel 4 British TV Show) then look no further than my right hand bar. There you will see lovely links to my first book, which is available on Amazon as an ebook. If you don't have a kindle, but you do have a smartphone or tablet (the electronic kind, not the one made of stone for writing of commandments) then the kindle app is a free download and you can go ahead and read it on there! I thoroughly recommend you read this one first, before you try A World Reborn, I would even say that it is integral to the maximum enjoyment to be had on reading Book 2.
If you have read Utopia, however, then you are ready to read the second installment. I am currently undergoing an intense amount of editing at the moment to get this book ready. I've been editing as I've been going along, hence the reason for the long period it has taken me to finish it, but there's still more to do. As such, it's not quite ready for official publication. I can confirm a date for which it will be ready, however, and I will tell you this now.
A World Reborn: Book 2 in the Utopia Series, will be available on Amazon on Friday 9th May 2014.
If you would like a taster of the book, then please follow this link to a post I did a month back, where I uploaded the entire prologue for you all. If you would prefer to wait until the full thing is ready, then I will leave you with the blurb for the book, just to wet your appetite.
(Also, One-And-Only-Daniela is, at the moment, the only person who has read the book and she has officially given it her stamp of approval... Although, she is already bugging me to start Book 3, which exhausts me to even think about... I'm going to take at least a month or two off after this, before I start up again... you know, to avoid mental breakdown and so forth.)
**POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ BOOK 1. IF YOU HAVEN'T, DON'T READ FURTHER AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY. YOU'RE AWESOME.**
100 years have passed since the world, as everyone knew it, ceased to be. A new community has been built in its place and, with it, a new way of life. Utopia has become the bustling metropolis it was always designed to be, but at what cost? How far does everyone need to go to adapt to the life that had been created for them by their ancestors? And just what will people do to ensure survival to continue?
Peace out my lovelies.
Sunday, 27 April 2014
HAPPIEST AND MOST EXCITING POST EVER TO BE WRITTEN ON A SATURDAY NIGHT WITHOUT BEING DRUNK!!!!!!!
If I am drunk, I'm drunk on LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!
No, seriously, completely sober. Haven't had a drink in a week... there's no way that shizzle is still in my system.
My reason for happiness is:
I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED BOOK 2: A WORLD REBORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sound the trumpets, do the dancing thing. Have a skip... hell, break out the champagne!
My reason for the 'out of schedule' impromptu post is that I chose to finish said book at 1am on a Saturday night, when everyone else is either:
A. Sleeping
B. Too drunk to care
C. Too busy trying to get too drunk to care
D. Passed out from being too drunk
Therefore, I have no one to share this monumental news with. No one to celebrate and shout huzzah with! What makes things worse is I'm around Oldest-Friend-Cafrin's house at the moment, thus having a best friend under the same roof as me and within clear celebrating distance from me. HOWEVER she is sleeping!! I can't wake her... as much as she loves me, she's not going to think this is news worthy enough to warrant waking her from her sleep.
So now this leaves me laying on her sofa, attempting to sleep, but too wired from the exciting thing to actually be able to carry out the act of sleeping and, instead, desperately trawling facebook in the off chance that someone is up and I can instant message them with the exciting news for them to then ignore me because they are probably busy with B or C of the above options. I even tried texting One-And-Only-Daniela with the news, but I don't even know why I bothered, she probably fell asleep around 9pm...
WHAT DO I DO WITH ALL THIS PENT UP EXCITEMENT AND JOY???????????????????????
My answer is to come on here and try and get it all out via the means of a long and incoherent excited ramble on my blog, but I fear it's not being effective enough! Why did I choose to wait until 1am to finish this? WHY????????????????????????????//
Excuse me whilst I go and do a solitary jig around Oldest-Friend-Cafrin's living room in a vain attempt to get rid of some of this energy.
Peace out my lovelies.
No, seriously, completely sober. Haven't had a drink in a week... there's no way that shizzle is still in my system.
My reason for happiness is:
I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED BOOK 2: A WORLD REBORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sound the trumpets, do the dancing thing. Have a skip... hell, break out the champagne!
My reason for the 'out of schedule' impromptu post is that I chose to finish said book at 1am on a Saturday night, when everyone else is either:
A. Sleeping
B. Too drunk to care
C. Too busy trying to get too drunk to care
D. Passed out from being too drunk
Therefore, I have no one to share this monumental news with. No one to celebrate and shout huzzah with! What makes things worse is I'm around Oldest-Friend-Cafrin's house at the moment, thus having a best friend under the same roof as me and within clear celebrating distance from me. HOWEVER she is sleeping!! I can't wake her... as much as she loves me, she's not going to think this is news worthy enough to warrant waking her from her sleep.
So now this leaves me laying on her sofa, attempting to sleep, but too wired from the exciting thing to actually be able to carry out the act of sleeping and, instead, desperately trawling facebook in the off chance that someone is up and I can instant message them with the exciting news for them to then ignore me because they are probably busy with B or C of the above options. I even tried texting One-And-Only-Daniela with the news, but I don't even know why I bothered, she probably fell asleep around 9pm...
WHAT DO I DO WITH ALL THIS PENT UP EXCITEMENT AND JOY???????????????????????
My answer is to come on here and try and get it all out via the means of a long and incoherent excited ramble on my blog, but I fear it's not being effective enough! Why did I choose to wait until 1am to finish this? WHY????????????????????????????//
Excuse me whilst I go and do a solitary jig around Oldest-Friend-Cafrin's living room in a vain attempt to get rid of some of this energy.
Peace out my lovelies.
Friday, 25 April 2014
Fancy Things Friday: Film Parodies on Youtube... you make my life
Welcome to Fancy Things Friday, where I talk about things on a Friday that I think are fancy!!
Today's Fancy Thing is something that makes me laugh and lightens my heart and fills me with such glee that I sometimes I literally don't know what to do with myself. This thing is the area of youtube that focuses in on film and tv show parodies.
There are many different channels on youtube who do this. Today, however, I will be focusing on three in particular, because they have all been responsible for making me pee from laughter at least three times each. (How's that for imagery??!!) These beautiful and very clever channels are the following:
Bad Lip Reading is a channel that does exactly what it says on the tin. They take clips from our screens and dub over the voices with what it looks like they are saying... It is almost always ridiculous but, more often than not, makes you wish that the film had used these lines to begin with.
Now, I'm aware that the channel does Bad Lip Reading for more than just the TV shows and films, however it seems to be all sports and American Politics which just goes over my tiny little head, so I'm focusing on the the fictional parodies only.
The first video I ever saw them do was their Bad Lip Reading of Twilight, the first film. As far as I understand it, this is also how most people in the world, who are already aware of them, found out about them. Since then, they have done New Moon (film 2) and, breaking news just in, they have now done Eclipse! (Film 3). Words cannot express the love that I have for these videos. So much so, I have placed all three below for you to peruse. Once again, you are welcome.
I won't say anything else about the above apart from "Keeeevin" and "That cake's my most bestest creation, why did you eat it?" These are moments when the above peeing may have happened, although I can neither confirm nor deny this...
They have a lot of different videos, such as Game Of Thrones (simply immense) and The Amazing Spiderman (I can't even...), go check them out. I will leave you with one more clip... The Hunger Games, which is freakin' awesome.
So Channel recommendation No 2 is Screen Junkies. I'm not going to lie, both this channel and the third one are fairly new to my radar. I have binge watched them this week, which has taken up most of my evenings, and they are freakin' awesome. However, due to still being a newbie to this channel, I have only got as far as watching their Honest Trailer series. If this is anything to go by though, the rest of the channel is no doubt just as awesome.
So Honest Trailers basically take a film or TV Series and create a trailer whereby the voiceover man just says exactly what the rest of us are thinking. You might have noticed that I added the Game Of Thrones Honest Trailer to my Monday post, so, even though it is funny AS, I won't repeat this video today, just go back to Monday and check it out... or just visit their channel as I'm pretty sure they have it there too...
With Game Of Thrones being already advertised on this blog, I will focus on some of the other trailers that have caused the spontaneous urination this week.
Frozen
The Notebook
The Avengers
Need I say more? Nope, because the videos speak for themselves, thus I am redundant.
This is a channel that, once more, does exactly what the title says. It takes movies and changes the ending to fit what 'should' have happened at the end, via the medium of animation. Once again, what a laugh I have had at this channel. I shall give you just one example for this one, and then let you check the rest out all for yourselves.
So that's my recommendations for you, this week. Go forth, buy yourself some nappies, and settle in for a night of incontinence. Once again, you are welcome.
Peace out my lovelies.
Thursday, 24 April 2014
A random look at self image...
I have a spot forming on my bottom lip. Look:
Can you see it? ... Actually, the question should be "How could you miss it?"
As you can imagine, it hurts like a bitch. And because it's irritating me, I have been pressing and prodding at it all morning, naturally. This, of course, means that it is going to grow into a really nasty big spot, right there in the middle of my face and I'm going to look like I've caught some nasty disease, which of course is not the case... just in case you were wondering... Ah, the wonders of life.
In other good news, I am losing weight!! Huzzah!!! Since I decided to lose the weight, back in October, I have lost 2 1/2 stone. For all of you who measure in pounds, that apparently is 35 lbs... which, I'm sorry, doesn't sound nearly as good. Especially as, when I initially read it as 35lbs, I totally read the letter L in lbs as the number one, and I was all "351 lbs!! That's absolutely INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!" Now that I know it's actually just 35, I'm a little disappointed... Additionally, In Kg, it's 15kg, apparently... which is a number I don't really have an opinion over.
Overall, we can take from this that I am feeling incredibly proud of myself and have finally got to that point where people are saying "Woah, Lisa, you look like you've lost weight!" and "Lisa! Your uniform looks like it's drowning you" etc and so forth. (Note to self: Order new uniform).
This is all in a vain attempt to ensure that I look fabulous for my brother's wedding in July, and also because I was officially being classed as overweight by doctors and all that shizzle, which is apparently bad for your health, blah blah blah.
Generally, however, I don't particularly have an opinion on weight or image. I am very much a believer that, if how you present yourself makes you happy and isn't damaging your health in any way, then let your freak flag fly! Wear what you want and be who you want and... wait, have I just turned this post into an after school special? Damn... I'll just leave you with a clip that sums up my entire view on the subject with one 31 second scene from the TV Show, Miranda...
If you guys haven't checked out her show yet, I say to you again... Go, go now and watch it. I can't stress this enough, she's the epitome of British and, also, completely hilarious.
I didn't really set out to talk about self image today, it kind of just popped up when I let my fingers do the talking for me on the keyboard. However, now that I'm on the subject, I just wanted to take a moment to say the following:
Dear Reader,
Might I just say that you are looking fabulous today. You are beautiful, as is everyone, regardless of the media and all that shizzle. You have awesome things going on for you, and even if you can't see it, I guarantee you do. Just think about, think of one thing in your life that you like. Now fixate on that thing and let the happiness from it fill you, because that thing is awesome.
Love Lisa
Okay, now I definitely have gone after school special on your arse, but that's fine, because sometimes a good bit of cheese is needed in this world. Especially if you have crackers.
Peace out my lovelies
Can you see it? ... Actually, the question should be "How could you miss it?"
As you can imagine, it hurts like a bitch. And because it's irritating me, I have been pressing and prodding at it all morning, naturally. This, of course, means that it is going to grow into a really nasty big spot, right there in the middle of my face and I'm going to look like I've caught some nasty disease, which of course is not the case... just in case you were wondering... Ah, the wonders of life.
In other good news, I am losing weight!! Huzzah!!! Since I decided to lose the weight, back in October, I have lost 2 1/2 stone. For all of you who measure in pounds, that apparently is 35 lbs... which, I'm sorry, doesn't sound nearly as good. Especially as, when I initially read it as 35lbs, I totally read the letter L in lbs as the number one, and I was all "351 lbs!! That's absolutely INSANE!!!!!!!!!!!" Now that I know it's actually just 35, I'm a little disappointed... Additionally, In Kg, it's 15kg, apparently... which is a number I don't really have an opinion over.
Overall, we can take from this that I am feeling incredibly proud of myself and have finally got to that point where people are saying "Woah, Lisa, you look like you've lost weight!" and "Lisa! Your uniform looks like it's drowning you" etc and so forth. (Note to self: Order new uniform).
This is all in a vain attempt to ensure that I look fabulous for my brother's wedding in July, and also because I was officially being classed as overweight by doctors and all that shizzle, which is apparently bad for your health, blah blah blah.
Generally, however, I don't particularly have an opinion on weight or image. I am very much a believer that, if how you present yourself makes you happy and isn't damaging your health in any way, then let your freak flag fly! Wear what you want and be who you want and... wait, have I just turned this post into an after school special? Damn... I'll just leave you with a clip that sums up my entire view on the subject with one 31 second scene from the TV Show, Miranda...
If you guys haven't checked out her show yet, I say to you again... Go, go now and watch it. I can't stress this enough, she's the epitome of British and, also, completely hilarious.
I didn't really set out to talk about self image today, it kind of just popped up when I let my fingers do the talking for me on the keyboard. However, now that I'm on the subject, I just wanted to take a moment to say the following:
Dear Reader,
Might I just say that you are looking fabulous today. You are beautiful, as is everyone, regardless of the media and all that shizzle. You have awesome things going on for you, and even if you can't see it, I guarantee you do. Just think about, think of one thing in your life that you like. Now fixate on that thing and let the happiness from it fill you, because that thing is awesome.
Love Lisa
Okay, now I definitely have gone after school special on your arse, but that's fine, because sometimes a good bit of cheese is needed in this world. Especially if you have crackers.
Peace out my lovelies
Wednesday, 23 April 2014
Talking to myself again.
I had this sudden surge of inspiration last night. I had been watching The Office: USA (I'm now up to Season 6), and I got sleepy. I turned my computer off, snuggled into bed and attempted to fall asleep.
However, despite it being 11pm, thus way past my bedtime, the moment I hit the pillow, my brain came alive. It resorted in the following conversation to occur within myself:
Brain: Lisa, you have been slightly blocked for the final chapters of your book over recent weeks. You have attempted to write something, but have been unsuccessful, because I have been stubborn and lazy. But, guess what??? I've decided now is the time that all the ideas will come to me and I must insist that you write them down, immediately.
Me: But Brain! I'm sleepy and I need to work tomorrow. Can't we do this tomorrow?
Brain: We could... but I can't guarantee that I won't be sleeping myself.
Me: Why would you be sleeping, when it would be a far more convenient time for us both?
Brain: I don't know what to tell you, Lisa, I'm a complex individual who can't be tied down to normal social conventions.
Me: I have another word for what you are...
Brain: Fine! Do what you want... If you're prepared to risk not having this second book published in time.
Me: ...
Brain: Night, night.
Me: ... You suck. Suddenly sits up and grabs her computer.
And that is why I didn't get to sleep until 2am this morning, am knackered, but am incredibly satisfied with myself for the four additional chapters that suddenly poured out of me. As exciting as this is, if someone could figure out a way to tell my brain to get inspired at a time that isn't inconvenient to the rest of me, I'd really appreciate it.
Peace out my lovelies
However, despite it being 11pm, thus way past my bedtime, the moment I hit the pillow, my brain came alive. It resorted in the following conversation to occur within myself:
Brain: Lisa, you have been slightly blocked for the final chapters of your book over recent weeks. You have attempted to write something, but have been unsuccessful, because I have been stubborn and lazy. But, guess what??? I've decided now is the time that all the ideas will come to me and I must insist that you write them down, immediately.
Me: But Brain! I'm sleepy and I need to work tomorrow. Can't we do this tomorrow?
Brain: We could... but I can't guarantee that I won't be sleeping myself.
Me: Why would you be sleeping, when it would be a far more convenient time for us both?
Brain: I don't know what to tell you, Lisa, I'm a complex individual who can't be tied down to normal social conventions.
Me: I have another word for what you are...
Brain: Fine! Do what you want... If you're prepared to risk not having this second book published in time.
Me: ...
Brain: Night, night.
Me: ... You suck. Suddenly sits up and grabs her computer.
And that is why I didn't get to sleep until 2am this morning, am knackered, but am incredibly satisfied with myself for the four additional chapters that suddenly poured out of me. As exciting as this is, if someone could figure out a way to tell my brain to get inspired at a time that isn't inconvenient to the rest of me, I'd really appreciate it.
Peace out my lovelies
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