Saturday 30 June 2012

Pentacles, Catch 22, Bookface.

Evening, people. If it interests you to know, I dropped my pentacle in Pepsi. While the whimsical alliteration amuses me, the notion is still irritating. Although, it's supposed to be a good silver cleaner/polisher, so I guess I can't complain.
I can't tell you what's on my mind. Mainly because I don't really know to tell you. And also because I don't think you really mind so much. It's been a draining week, purely because I haven't had half as much academic stress as I've grown comfortable with. I don't like it. It means I have spare time to waste thinking, and whatnot. When I start thinking about my own personal affairs, I do tend to doubt the most important parts. I work better under pressure. Don't chill me out like this. So, anyway, I've taken up reading again, so as to further my vocabulary, and seem well read. HA. I'm reading Catch 22 by Joseph Heller, which I say to be one of the two best books ever written. The other is The Camomile Lawn, by Mary Wesley. Catch 22 can't be done justice by my explanation, but give me a chance, guys. It's the perfect way of catching the insanity of war in a light hearted, but also quite touching way. So, so funny, and very sad in parts. It must be, along with The Camomile Lawn, my favourite book ever written. And I hereby command you to read it. Put it on your list of "Things to do to make me loved by Daffers." Jolly good, chaps.
Knackered. So knackered. What else can I tell you? I'm really only writing because 'Big Brother' on channel whatever is doing my head in, and my thoughts are still all over the place- much as they have been all week, and will most likely continue to be for the foreseeable future. Sorry you have to put up with me. I'd really like some suggestions for things I can do. Or hilarious, embarrassing stories. As I've previously mentioned, I won't put ALL of them on Bookface.
Love. Luck. Tea.

-Daphne.

Wednesday 27 June 2012

Dedication, Soldiers, and My Middle Finger.

So, I said I'd blog tonight. And here I am. Even I amaze myself with my constant application and dedication. Heh.
So, this week has been sort of cloudy in any sense. Actually, last weekend was amazing. 'Maiden Newton At War' is always the best part of two years. Trundled around with a few friends, all of us dressed up in my forties gear, and me in my Navy uniform. Usually wolf whistles and being stared at by strange men would freak me out, but I was weirdly okay with it. It was a good laugh, and we watched them doing drill, and re-enact battles, and sit around being... men in uniform.
And Saturday night was so good. Loads of music, and people dancing. There was one particularly nice young man that I danced with, while his crazy friend took my friends for a whirl around the floor. But I forgot to ask his name...I know. I'm the height of intelligence. But I do know that he's 21, and is a car salesman, which he says, makes him the second most hated man- next to estate agents.  We swapped hats! Man, I want a hat like his. And it was all just a good laugh.

Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday have been far from perfect. I'll be okay. My friend, although a bit of a hop-head, once said "Everything is alright in the end. If it's not alright, it's not the end."
So, when life gives me lemons, I'm going to give them back with my middle finger.

Love. Luck. Tea.

Tuesday 19 June 2012

Exams, Piercings, and Sour Invigilators.

Good evening, children. Do play nicely.
I expect that's what Mr. Speaker tells the House of Commons.
Anyway, how are we? Please do answer this question, it's not rhetorical. I do like to hear about misadventure, embarrassment, and hilarity- so anything you've got, know you can put it out there, this is a supportive, encouraging atmosphere. So I won't post all of it on Facebook. Promise.
Today I did my final Latin language paper. I hope it was supposed to be that easy, or the examiner won't appreciate that big doodle of a ship sailing across the page. Personally, I thought it was inspired, but the sour little  invigilator was giving me stern looks, so I had refrain from fishies and mermaids under the water. Buggery. And a maths exam. The less said the better. I may be an A student, but that bloody paper killed my soul a little. And art. So much paint, so much carnage.
Mah, today I kept answering my Spanish teacher in German. Do you have any idea how irritating not being able to find the right words in the right language is? Sometimes I accidently write in Latin in French, and French in English, and Spanish in German. It's a pain. But I must know ALL the languages. I must.
So, I got a second set of studs (little peace signs) in my ears. They're pretty cool, except I can't touch them without inducing a world of torture amongst my ear lobes. I paid twenty squids for these, they better work, or I WILL return them. I don't care what the bedecked, and bejewelled  lady shoving steel through my flesh with a gun says.
Wish me luck for my literature papers, Wednesday and Friday.
Love. Luck. Tea.

Sunday 17 June 2012

Liquid sunshine, Corfu, and 1944.

Hallo, all. This is all very sophisticated, isn't it? You know, I kind of enjoyed the old...rustic dashboard, but this'll do.
So, pray tell, what's new, old chaps?
We've had a lot of liquid sunshine, haven't we? Or rain to you pessimists. It doesn't get the Queen down, she was still out there smiling and waving at all those boats. They really did just put whatever floats down there. Perhaps there were pedal boats drifted in from Corfu, with very confused holiday makers  in. "Woah, 'ang on a ticket, Dave, summit's gone wrong 'ere..."
Anyway, I do apologise for my lack of blogging. I've been a little snowed under by exams, and all that. My whole village is going back to 1944 next weekend. Wonderful.
Love. Luck. Tea.