Random Take Offs

Saturday, March 31, 2007

Spare time.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Dreaming again.

You know what's sad? The fact that things such as reading in the afternoon while the washing machine hums away on it's third load of the day have become a luxury for me. Normally, i'm awake before my alarm clock, out of the house before noon, and back after 9pm. I'm fully aware of what's happening, and when it's happening because it's either jotted down in my diary or i'm in the middle of it. When i'm spending time like this, however, i'm in such a blissful state that the only way I know time is actually passing is when the coffee gets cold.

Note to self: No matter how cute they are, if they cannot spell or write grammatically correct sentences, and rinse the bubbles off when washing up, they are NOT worth it.


Sunday, March 25, 2007

Law Ball

I'm planning to go to Swansea to see a writer I met on the way to Amsterdam. She lives by the sea and apparently the weather is great over there. I'm also trying to get Charles to take me to Dawlish. I have seen pictures and I think I could fall in love with that place. Jamie Whaling (a classmate of mine) told me yesterday "June, it is the most beautiful place in the world. It's the place I grew up in and it's the place I want to grow old and die in".

As you can see, my mind is (again) wishing it were someplace else. Easter break has begun and I'm glad i've got the flat to myself for a few days. I have a good book to read and a fresh supply of teabags. I feel like a disco inferno inside - I think the peace and quiet will do me a lot of good.

Here are some photos of the annual law ball yesterday.

My "date" Marcus, who teaches me Media Law - or one of my dates, anyway hehe

Flanked by some cool kids from class

Boogy Woogy~

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Pretty Cyrene

Cyrene has decided to move in with me next year. She's lovely and we get on really well, but sometimes I reckon we are like chalk and cheese. That picture sums up our personalities quite well:

Hair: Perfect
Make up: Perfect
Clothes: Immaculate

Hair: Hidden under big mushroom hat for reasons best kept hidden.
Make up: What?
Clothes: Nothing matches.

Maybe it has to be for things to work? Maybe the age old "opposites attract" is true (i have often had doubt)? I don't know... but what I do know is that she rinses the bubbles off when she does the washing up, so that's good enough for me.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

What if...

I recently got an email from my aunt telling me that the subject of blogs had come up in conversation during which they remembered I had one. She advised me not to write anything that would put me at a disadvantage with future employers. "Don't put so much of your life out there"

This is sensible, and much appreciated, of course.

It has got me thinking about employability though. Or employment, in general. Ernie Hsiung of littleyellowdifferent worked for Yahoo! and got into his fair share of "trouble" for having a blog even though it was more entertaining than anything. My friend Hanna Alkaf has got into trouble and had to delete her blog because her editor found it. She got a new blog and bitched about it there.

My question is, do I want to work for someone who does not appreciate that I have thoughts and respect my form of expression? The answer is, very clearly, no.

Christopher Korzenietz does not think I am a freak. Well, actually, maybe he does. He has gone to Prague on a whim. My kinda guy.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Corey, on thinking.

"Thinking is good, you just need to do it right. Obsessing and worrying is basically insanity.  The definition of insanity is repeating the same thing over and over, despite it not working.  Try different things and figure it out, and that's when you get somewhere"

What about when you have got somewhere but you're still thinking. Does that still mean you're insane?

I have photos, but maybe later. I'm too busy thinking.

Saturday, March 10, 2007


I'm in Holland on holiday/well-needed/deserved break. Yesterday was probably one of the most satisfying days I have had in a while - hanging out with two of my favourite people in the world: Elise and Oliver. Oliver was doing a 24 hour stop in Amsterdam and so I took the opportunity to meet up with him, have a break, see Elise and my Aunt, breathe dutch air, that sort of thing. Dutch people have been very mean this time around for some reason. I got LIFTED (by the shoulders) cuz I was in someone's way. I was standing in a tiny cafe, where "excuse me" was the order of the day if one needed to get by, but obviously if you have no manners, the alternative is to lift asian midgets out of your way.

Anyway, I will put other photos up soon. The guy in the photo above is Christopher Korzenietz, a skater boy I have been getting cute with. I work at the student village where he lives and he gets many parcels. Anyway, I was just looking at the photos on his facebook page, and thought "My, that girl looks a lot like me".

So basically, it hit me 10 minutes later that it WAS me, and that after we met (yonks ago), I completely forgot about him, and here I am doing the getting to know you thing. NO WONDER HE THINKS I AM A FREAK.

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Happy, smily, toothy June

Happy, smily, toothy June
Originally uploaded by davehodg.
But you can use THIS ONE!!!! :D:D

June at the Croft

June at the Croft
Originally uploaded by davehodg.
I was at Rich's gig last Saturday and Dave was photographing the Counterfeits. He also took photos of me. I look angry. This may be the most recent photo of me, but if I die soon, please don't use it for the funeral. I'd like to be remembered as a smiling sort of girl...

Sunday, March 04, 2007


I was replying an email earlier and ended up writing this:

"I had a pokemon sticker book when I was younger. I also had a Sailormoon one. For the pokemon one you had to eat some kind of snack and you'd get a sticker in the pack. For the Sailormoon one you had to put some coins into a machine and a sticker card would come out. Sometimes you got more than one card and it was like when you got two packs of minstrels from the machine for the price of one. Or two dates in one night. You're excited, but can't eat em both even though you wanna. If you do, you end up sick. If you don't, it's such a waste. And most of the time you've already started the second pack by the time you realise this and can't even give it to anyone without looking like a jerk. Eitherway, it's anticipation which involves effort and results in sticky situations, literally, and metaphorically. How oxymoronic."

I think I am slowly (albeit intentionally) slipping from knowing back to questioning. Maybe I can only tolerate a certain degree of certainty. I have a twelve o clock on Wednesday with a handsome and happy gentleman who is going to tell me all about OCD. I'm looking forward to it. He is lovely.