A long time since there has been an entry methinks, I can tell this because I have a few plans of things I was going to post but never got round to. Yes, I plan these things...I am the height of cool. :-p Anyways I shall use the one I wrote while watching Garden State (Zach Braff ftw) which is a bit bitty but quite exciting (not).
So why am I now Sleepy McTired? Well I have started work again at the Newsagents. This means I have to be up at 7 in the morning in order to have a brew before living the inky fingers dream. I'm only doing a few hours a week but the extra little bit of money should keep me a bit warmer at night. However when I get back I usually slink off to bed to regain a little bit of sleep however on Sunday this plan was thwarted! Firstly Toni rang at 9:30 as she was ill and waiting till she slunk to the Doctors *huggles* so we had a natter about Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I didn't mind this as I'd only been in bed for about 30 mins. However when the Gorebeast rang twenty minutes later I was not impressed. I greeted her with the rather affectionate "You bloody people! I swear you can just tell when I'm about to drift off and you swarm. You know some of us have been working hard already this morning!!!" which in my isolation I thought was very witty and she seemed amused so all was good in the world.
*looks around room* (This is how you can tell its planned because I have to post at the library) As Brad may have noted on occasion my room is messy. Unfortunately now it has all my uni stuff in it, well, its really messy. :-( Tidying it shall be a fun activity...
Ooo The Shins have just slinked on in the background. I doth heart them muchly and recommend them (Y) New Slang is probably my favourite song *sways along*.
Well this is getting a bit too incoherent so I'm off to pay more attention to my MSN conversations. x x x
Friday, 27 July 2007
Thursday, 19 July 2007
Duck and Cover!!! Be alert like Bert...
A brief update of my exciting Leylandite life? Oh okay then. On Tuesday it was Martin's gathering of much fun. The bottle of free wine won at the pub quiz was split between Lizzi, Charlene and myself and then the rain of doom forced us to have two more drinks... When we made it to Martin's there was some cocktail drinking, including a very special cocktail from Jake which was incredibly potent but didn't taste as bad as it looked. Then there was some Sangria making and a few shots in the kitchen, when Lizzi, Martin and myself toasted things like Leyland. The night was complimented by some fab music from Jake, including Whigfield's Saturday Night; which I may or may not have been dancing to...lol. And certainly not dancing on my own...And also on the way to Tesco, Jake did not get splashed by a car, not one bit. Neither did Charlene and if they had me and Lizzi would have been incredibly sympathetic!
Whilst nursing my stomach lining back yesterday I watched Top 20: Take That and Beyond on The Hits. Mark Owen's '4 Minute Warning' came on and it got me musing. (Yes religious posters irritate me but a cheesy pop song gets me thinking about the 'big questions' :-p) Anyways I was wondering what I would do with my 4 minutes...Which may be coming sooner than expected based On the uber blurry photos of me, lol. I came up with three possibilities. Firstly, the most obvious one, I could tell everyone how much they mean to me. I don't think I'd do this. Not because I'm a misanthrope but I'd like to think that the people who mean the most to me already know. So my second thought was that I could do something I'd always been too afraid/always wanted to do. This links to the first point but more obvious things like swimming with dolphins. This strikes me as a wee bit impractical to arrange in 4 minutes so that idea is dismissed. However, something like holding a spider *shudders*, would be a bit better. It'd be a perfect time because it should override any fight/flight responses due to already imminent death, lol. Yet, to what end would this be done? There'd be no more spiders in a few moments, but then I guess the sense of achievement would be a bit swish. So my third option, just in case there are no spiders in my vicinity *crosses fingers*, would be to carry on as normal and just enjoy these last few moments.
So moving on from that cheery note...
Oh yes Take That. This is a tragic admission but I cried when they split up. Yes I am a loser, lol. My favourie song was their version of 'Could It Be Magic', I did love it quite a bit/ still do. Mark Owen was my favourite member and I used to have a video of them on tour. When Martina from down the road was babysitting us, I used to be allowed to choose a video and it was always this one (or Grease). I always used to feel very cool, especially when her friends came round - they'd be on the patio and I'd be on my swing (r.i.p.) getting occasional pushes :-D I didn't always get a choice in the video though and this is the reason that I had seen such films as Silence of the Lambs and Se7en before I was 10, lol.
So I'm off to enjoy the sunshine now! x x x
Flowers
Some men never think of it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly brought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.
The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.
It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, Look, the flowers you nearly bought
Have lasted all this while.
Wendy Cope
(as cited on http://www.maths.tcd.ie/~evoflynn/Poems/Flowers.html as accessed 19/07/2007)
Whilst nursing my stomach lining back yesterday I watched Top 20: Take That and Beyond on The Hits. Mark Owen's '4 Minute Warning' came on and it got me musing. (Yes religious posters irritate me but a cheesy pop song gets me thinking about the 'big questions' :-p) Anyways I was wondering what I would do with my 4 minutes...Which may be coming sooner than expected based On the uber blurry photos of me, lol. I came up with three possibilities. Firstly, the most obvious one, I could tell everyone how much they mean to me. I don't think I'd do this. Not because I'm a misanthrope but I'd like to think that the people who mean the most to me already know. So my second thought was that I could do something I'd always been too afraid/always wanted to do. This links to the first point but more obvious things like swimming with dolphins. This strikes me as a wee bit impractical to arrange in 4 minutes so that idea is dismissed. However, something like holding a spider *shudders*, would be a bit better. It'd be a perfect time because it should override any fight/flight responses due to already imminent death, lol. Yet, to what end would this be done? There'd be no more spiders in a few moments, but then I guess the sense of achievement would be a bit swish. So my third option, just in case there are no spiders in my vicinity *crosses fingers*, would be to carry on as normal and just enjoy these last few moments.
So moving on from that cheery note...
Oh yes Take That. This is a tragic admission but I cried when they split up. Yes I am a loser, lol. My favourie song was their version of 'Could It Be Magic', I did love it quite a bit/ still do. Mark Owen was my favourite member and I used to have a video of them on tour. When Martina from down the road was babysitting us, I used to be allowed to choose a video and it was always this one (or Grease). I always used to feel very cool, especially when her friends came round - they'd be on the patio and I'd be on my swing (r.i.p.) getting occasional pushes :-D I didn't always get a choice in the video though and this is the reason that I had seen such films as Silence of the Lambs and Se7en before I was 10, lol.
So I'm off to enjoy the sunshine now! x x x
Flowers
Some men never think of it.
You did. You'd come along
And say you'd nearly brought me flowers
But something had gone wrong.
The shop was closed. Or you had doubts -
The sort that minds like ours
Dream up incessantly. You thought
I might not want your flowers.
It made me smile and hug you then.
Now I can only smile.
But, Look, the flowers you nearly bought
Have lasted all this while.
Wendy Cope
(as cited on http://www.maths.tcd.ie/~evoflynn/Poems/Flowers.html as accessed 19/07/2007)
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
Weird Weather - Time To Ask The Big Questions? :-p
So it appears a great deal of time has past since my last update. Why such a long time? Due to the emotional drain of the last two posts? Well I'd love to say that but no... I have been dazzled because Leyland library has swish new computers which not only have accessible USB ports but also MSN!!! As such I spend the majority of my two hours alloted time pretending that I am still at uni, lol. So on to a brief update of the fun I have had since being at home...
On Tuesday there was a grand trip de verbassen to Manchester with Sarah Small, Lizzi, Ruth and Matt R (a Warwicker). I had met Matt at Toni Hallettfish's Disney birthday party in which he was playing a very accurate pirate - if only due to slight drunkeness :-p So after much traipsing around, Lizzi and I evoked the honoured tradition of hat-trying-on. There were some fabulous ones, including a fetching pair of spotty hats in Urban Outfitters as sported by Lizzi and Matt (see photographs uploaded to Facebook). After Sarah Small and Ruth departed, Lizzi, Matt and myself went into H&M and carried on the most amazing tradition - buying reduced hats! Now most of my hats have come from this tradition...the classic Oasis hats which me and Lizzi bought in the sales and upon spying Toni with her Mum, snuck up behind her and put the hat on her head before running away - good times :-D This time, as Toni is rudely in Newquay, we purchased two train workers hats for 99p for ourselves and maybe a rather smexy hat for the Toni...lol. So following this adventure and fabulous purchases we slunk back to Leyland where we were joined by Shona (another Warwicker) and thus went to the Roebuck in Leyland then back to Lizzi's for scary films. People who know me, will have muchos experience of how well I cope with such films, but apparently Saw III was the thing to be watching - so we rented the extended, extra gore and blood and general loveliness edition. I was sickened especially the bit with the pigs *shudders at memory*
Then on Sunday, it was time for another trip to a Leyland pub - this time the Eagle and Child - famed for its cheapness. Helen J and her boyfriend Jack, Charlene and her boyfriend Harry, Lizzi, Ruth and me all slinked into the pub, where, due to financial constraints, I had 48p Lime and Lemonade. We took part in the pub quiz (which was most importantly free) which was a bingo/quiz hybrid. After some rather spectacular quotes from certain group members *looks at Charlene* there was a distinct feeling from the rest of the pub (mainly old men) that we didn't stand a chance. However the power of 7 people, most of whom are at University was not to be underestimated! Collectively sharing answers we ended up with all three prizes (a free bottle of wine, £10 meal voucher and 4 free pints) which were shared between us all.
Today we were meant to be slinking to Lyme Park (infamous for the Darcy lake scene in Pride and Prejudice) but unfortunately this temperamental weather *hears much thunder and rain outside* *is distressed because is wearing knee length skirt and vest top* Which reminds me of a minor point of irritation this week. St Andrew's C of E church in Leyland, master of those religious posters which are there to inspire/frighten people. Well it now displays one which says "Weird Weather - time to ask big questions?" Now I don't mean this as a rant against religion, honest, but wtf?! I saw this and was reminded of the words of The (Arch?)Bishop of Carlise who declared the flooding in the North East was due to heathens who weren't following the Christian way of life. Now I don't claim to have a great understanding of meteorology but I'm a bit unsure about any correlation between non-Christian life practices and the combination of high and low pressure which causes such weather, lol. It just baffles me...
But this was not a post based solely on updating people with my week and a minor rant. I have an actual point, honest. The generic text message. Now when I rant about these I am not referring to the mass messages which are sent to groups when organising events or at certain times of the year like Christmas or New Year. Like the following message from Chris-pea:
Happy Christmas!hope ur avin a lovely day and santa brought u evryfin u wntd! :-) love chris x x x
Neither is this against text which make you feel good just when they are sent like the following ones sent to me from Shivs:
This is MAGIC!! Press down 12 times and U'll become SEXY! Sweetheart U dont NEED Magic - girls like us were BORN sexy x
Those ones make me smile and I am more than happy to send them on to my fabulous friends who also don't need magic :-p I also got one from Becky which is along more male bashing lines but also muchos smile worthy.
The ones I have an issue with are the ones were you have to text back to feel good. Now there is one of my friends who is a key culprit for sending these sort of messages and he *cough* Mitchell *cough* knows who he is. Now these messages initially make me smile but then the end bit is usually along the lines of "if you get 5 back ur loved" or the like. Thus in conclusion these texts aren't an independent feel good and its only because I pity the sender (:-p) that I replied to the last one although stating that it was clearly an ego boost - I am a good friend, non? Well at least an occasionally witty one.
Anyways I'm off into the weird weather - I may or may not be smited on my travels by an angry deity... x x x
On Tuesday there was a grand trip de verbassen to Manchester with Sarah Small, Lizzi, Ruth and Matt R (a Warwicker). I had met Matt at Toni Hallettfish's Disney birthday party in which he was playing a very accurate pirate - if only due to slight drunkeness :-p So after much traipsing around, Lizzi and I evoked the honoured tradition of hat-trying-on. There were some fabulous ones, including a fetching pair of spotty hats in Urban Outfitters as sported by Lizzi and Matt (see photographs uploaded to Facebook). After Sarah Small and Ruth departed, Lizzi, Matt and myself went into H&M and carried on the most amazing tradition - buying reduced hats! Now most of my hats have come from this tradition...the classic Oasis hats which me and Lizzi bought in the sales and upon spying Toni with her Mum, snuck up behind her and put the hat on her head before running away - good times :-D This time, as Toni is rudely in Newquay, we purchased two train workers hats for 99p for ourselves and maybe a rather smexy hat for the Toni...lol. So following this adventure and fabulous purchases we slunk back to Leyland where we were joined by Shona (another Warwicker) and thus went to the Roebuck in Leyland then back to Lizzi's for scary films. People who know me, will have muchos experience of how well I cope with such films, but apparently Saw III was the thing to be watching - so we rented the extended, extra gore and blood and general loveliness edition. I was sickened especially the bit with the pigs *shudders at memory*
Then on Sunday, it was time for another trip to a Leyland pub - this time the Eagle and Child - famed for its cheapness. Helen J and her boyfriend Jack, Charlene and her boyfriend Harry, Lizzi, Ruth and me all slinked into the pub, where, due to financial constraints, I had 48p Lime and Lemonade. We took part in the pub quiz (which was most importantly free) which was a bingo/quiz hybrid. After some rather spectacular quotes from certain group members *looks at Charlene* there was a distinct feeling from the rest of the pub (mainly old men) that we didn't stand a chance. However the power of 7 people, most of whom are at University was not to be underestimated! Collectively sharing answers we ended up with all three prizes (a free bottle of wine, £10 meal voucher and 4 free pints) which were shared between us all.
Today we were meant to be slinking to Lyme Park (infamous for the Darcy lake scene in Pride and Prejudice) but unfortunately this temperamental weather *hears much thunder and rain outside* *is distressed because is wearing knee length skirt and vest top* Which reminds me of a minor point of irritation this week. St Andrew's C of E church in Leyland, master of those religious posters which are there to inspire/frighten people. Well it now displays one which says "Weird Weather - time to ask big questions?" Now I don't mean this as a rant against religion, honest, but wtf?! I saw this and was reminded of the words of The (Arch?)Bishop of Carlise who declared the flooding in the North East was due to heathens who weren't following the Christian way of life. Now I don't claim to have a great understanding of meteorology but I'm a bit unsure about any correlation between non-Christian life practices and the combination of high and low pressure which causes such weather, lol. It just baffles me...
But this was not a post based solely on updating people with my week and a minor rant. I have an actual point, honest. The generic text message. Now when I rant about these I am not referring to the mass messages which are sent to groups when organising events or at certain times of the year like Christmas or New Year. Like the following message from Chris-pea:
Happy Christmas!hope ur avin a lovely day and santa brought u evryfin u wntd! :-) love chris x x x
Neither is this against text which make you feel good just when they are sent like the following ones sent to me from Shivs:
This is MAGIC!! Press down 12 times and U'll become SEXY! Sweetheart U dont NEED Magic - girls like us were BORN sexy x
Those ones make me smile and I am more than happy to send them on to my fabulous friends who also don't need magic :-p I also got one from Becky which is along more male bashing lines but also muchos smile worthy.
The ones I have an issue with are the ones were you have to text back to feel good. Now there is one of my friends who is a key culprit for sending these sort of messages and he *cough* Mitchell *cough* knows who he is. Now these messages initially make me smile but then the end bit is usually along the lines of "if you get 5 back ur loved" or the like. Thus in conclusion these texts aren't an independent feel good and its only because I pity the sender (:-p) that I replied to the last one although stating that it was clearly an ego boost - I am a good friend, non? Well at least an occasionally witty one.
Anyways I'm off into the weird weather - I may or may not be smited on my travels by an angry deity... x x x
Thursday, 5 July 2007
Bridge Road Massive
So on Tuesday after the fun trip to Ashton Memorial, spying Bowland Tower and watching Lizzi be eaten by butterflies (lol) we decided to have a detour on the way back to campus via Bridge Road. As we drove past our soon-to-be-houses I got un peu excited, although not when I saw the steepness of the hill again - fitness for the win :-s
Thus this blog is, like the Flat 10 Lovelies post, a somewhat brief look back over the people I have met this year and in September I intend to live with :-D !!!! For those mentioned in this post, the idea was ever so slightly plagarised from Mark but I've tried to re-write it in a Sarah fashion, just using the structure, which my English Course (whose key focus was re-writing)has told me is good.
Song Associated With - Gym Class Heroes: Cupid's Chokehold or Pieces of Cleo: I Want You To Want Me
Brad
Well Brad is the person, through whom I met everyone else. I've known Brad since college (woo Runshaw woo). The first time I saw Brad in Lancaster was on an uber rainy day of doom, when me and Shiva were out shopping and forced him to stand, in the rain, whilst we had a minor catch up, lol. Mini gatherings in Bradley's room are the thing of legend, playing SuperMario, whilst consuming alcohol before a night out and his immense number of glasses :-p He is also the king of vodka - in just the past term, courtesy of Brad I have had vodka with grass in it and more than enough shots of vodka pertaining to taste of banana and choco-raspberry. Particalarly during Cartmel extrav when Brad, Pete and I went back to his room for a fuelling of alcohol and hair fixing, the mighty shot of banana vodka nearly pushed me over the edge, luckily I just split it a little but bleugh, lol. Irrespective of his lovely and amiable personality, one of the things I love most about Bradley is his hair, its just amazing. But aside from the hair, Bradley is one of my closest friends and I know if I tell him something, it won't go any further then I'd be comfortable with. A rather amusing memory of Brad is the day after Lizzi's party in Easter when we decided to have a water fight - now any nice and pseudo-chivalrous demeanour of Brad should be forgotten now because after taking the uber water pistol, leaving me with a watering can, he proceded to soak me till I was fully saturated with water and literally now more could be absorbed by my skirt, lol. Next time though....
Songs Associated With - TaTu: All The Things She Said or Jamelia: Superstar
Claire
First of all I feel the need to emphasise that Claire is a Layyydeee, lol. I'm not definitely sure which night that was from but I remember muchos manging about how we were ladies and we went to the ladies and so on, teehe. It still cracks me up now :-D Claire has a very particular way of making me burst into hysterics. Sometimes it can be for no reason - genuinely how the giggles started on the infamous trip to Wibbly's or be more risque involving onion rings and Mark and Pete looking at us as if we were mentalists. Claire is a fellow Jane Austen enthusiast, with whom I can discuss in depth the fabulousness of Mr Darcy and how when he declares "you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you" it just makes you melt, especially when uttered by Colin Firth *minor swoon* When we went to see Being Jane I was very glad Claire had forewarned me of the content and was sat next to me, able to console me near the end (I'm not going to say what happens as I don't want to spoil it for anyone) but her squishy hug cheered me up no end. She is also a keen walker and on our last meander down to the duck pond, she conversed with the wisest duck of all, a Stephen Fry-a-like complete with dignity and poise as he protected us from the evil geese of doom. Finally Claire also loves Bon Jovi and got to see them (and passed on my declaration of love to the Sambora)- if there was ever a marker as to what made you a good person...
Songs Associated With - Bon Jovi: Livin' On A Prayer or Girls Aloud: Something Kinda Ooo'
Dwain
Matt
Matt bought me a Disney Princess game. I think that just about sums up what a wonderful person he is :-D When I got it, I was so excited, and I remember ranting about it for a significant amount of time because I was so chuffed, and he became on of the first people I made into a princess. Yet it hasn't always been such easy princess times - on numerous occassions he has threatened to take away my princess priveleges, I can never remember why, but it must have been serious lol. Actually I think once was after I'd had an entire bottle of red wine before going out and I got very very giggly and he came outside with me, clearly bemused by a merry Sarah and forcing her to prove her lack of sobriety, lol. It was at Matt's that I discovered my secret bloodlust when playing Halo and getting a bit too involved in trying to kill various characters then getting a wee bit miffed when he started playing and kept p-wning me. Despite being an ex-vegetarian he doth make me chuckle. And irrespective of his dismissing of Shakespeare and generally trying to wind me up (don't think I hadn't sussed you out, lol) he is a lovely person who gives me hugs and always tries to cheer me up.
Songs Associated With - Cascada: Everytime We Touch or Aqua: Barbie Girl
Pete
I remember the first time seeing Pete in a Sociology lecture, after realising being told we took the confounded subject. He was sat on his lonesome looking all studious so clearly the right thing to do was to enforce sitting with me and Lyndsey. There was a noticable declination in the quality if notes taken I feel, especially when I was revising and noticed an page in which Pete and I had entirely debated the house 39/51 thing in the form of an elaborate set of pictures, lol. On numerous occasions Pete has refered to me as having an 'old person' fetish - this is a lie, I just appreciate certain people who coincidently happen to be old enough to be my dad, lol. He is also my Tuesday shopping buddy, an elaborate trail around Lancaster, purchasing some random objects before slinking to Sainsburys. This, as a force of habit, includes a trip to New Look's shoe department. During every visit Pete enthuses about how girls' shoes are better than boys, in selection available and general prettiness. Our meander around Sainsburys also includes the eventual placing of tins and other heavy items in Pete's trolley as my basket becomes tres heavy. As Mark's blog said Pete is uber creative, and on one occasion of particular creativity involving Disney princess posters, I faced constant criticism from two of my flatmates, whereas Pete, despite putting green on her skin, got constant praise, its just not fair :-p He is always there for some mango shaking, to listen to whatever is doing my nut in at the time and reassure me that it'll all be fine and if not a cup of tea is always available, lol.
Songs Associated With - McFly: Five Colours in Her Hair or Sandie Thom: I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker
Songs Associated With - The Sounds: Painted By Numbers or Kelly Marie: Feels Like I'm In Love
There's so much more I could say but then this really would become an essay and Pete is manging on at me on MSN to hurry up, love you guys lots <3
Thus this blog is, like the Flat 10 Lovelies post, a somewhat brief look back over the people I have met this year and in September I intend to live with :-D !!!! For those mentioned in this post, the idea was ever so slightly plagarised from Mark but I've tried to re-write it in a Sarah fashion, just using the structure, which my English Course (whose key focus was re-writing)has told me is good.
Angela
Angela has the privelege of being one of the first Bridge Road people I met at Brad's 19th party of doom. I can only imagine the impression I made, turning up with a bottle of Cherry Lambrini and enthusing about it to her and Sonia. Angela is always really smily and boppy, just being around her makes me feel all energised, lol. She has a great sense of fashion and always looks incredibly stylish on nights out. As people who vaguely recognise me will know, I am slightly partial to a little bit of Baileys and on a movies and ice-cream night I was muy impressed to see that Angela had brought with her some Baileys Haagen-Daaz (sp?) ice cream. This became a trend on our Thursday outings to The Sugarhouse when drinks were £1 before 11. On many an occasion the obligatory Baileys would be bought, along with several other drinks...and ignored till the ice (if there was any) had melted. Further examples of Angela's amazing taste can be found based on the posters that used to adorn her university room. Her excellent taste in music includes Panic! at the Disco, Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance - as such I once again want to thank Angela for my uber Frank Iero poster which I'm going to put up in my room next year and maybe every bedroom I ever have, lol. More than that I'm looking forward to enjoying Leeds festival in the most manly pink flowery tent you will have ever seen :-p
Song Associated With - Gym Class Heroes: Cupid's Chokehold or Pieces of Cleo: I Want You To Want Me
Brad
Well Brad is the person, through whom I met everyone else. I've known Brad since college (woo Runshaw woo). The first time I saw Brad in Lancaster was on an uber rainy day of doom, when me and Shiva were out shopping and forced him to stand, in the rain, whilst we had a minor catch up, lol. Mini gatherings in Bradley's room are the thing of legend, playing SuperMario, whilst consuming alcohol before a night out and his immense number of glasses :-p He is also the king of vodka - in just the past term, courtesy of Brad I have had vodka with grass in it and more than enough shots of vodka pertaining to taste of banana and choco-raspberry. Particalarly during Cartmel extrav when Brad, Pete and I went back to his room for a fuelling of alcohol and hair fixing, the mighty shot of banana vodka nearly pushed me over the edge, luckily I just split it a little but bleugh, lol. Irrespective of his lovely and amiable personality, one of the things I love most about Bradley is his hair, its just amazing. But aside from the hair, Bradley is one of my closest friends and I know if I tell him something, it won't go any further then I'd be comfortable with. A rather amusing memory of Brad is the day after Lizzi's party in Easter when we decided to have a water fight - now any nice and pseudo-chivalrous demeanour of Brad should be forgotten now because after taking the uber water pistol, leaving me with a watering can, he proceded to soak me till I was fully saturated with water and literally now more could be absorbed by my skirt, lol. Next time though....
Songs Associated With - TaTu: All The Things She Said or Jamelia: Superstar
Claire
First of all I feel the need to emphasise that Claire is a Layyydeee, lol. I'm not definitely sure which night that was from but I remember muchos manging about how we were ladies and we went to the ladies and so on, teehe. It still cracks me up now :-D Claire has a very particular way of making me burst into hysterics. Sometimes it can be for no reason - genuinely how the giggles started on the infamous trip to Wibbly's or be more risque involving onion rings and Mark and Pete looking at us as if we were mentalists. Claire is a fellow Jane Austen enthusiast, with whom I can discuss in depth the fabulousness of Mr Darcy and how when he declares "you must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you" it just makes you melt, especially when uttered by Colin Firth *minor swoon* When we went to see Being Jane I was very glad Claire had forewarned me of the content and was sat next to me, able to console me near the end (I'm not going to say what happens as I don't want to spoil it for anyone) but her squishy hug cheered me up no end. She is also a keen walker and on our last meander down to the duck pond, she conversed with the wisest duck of all, a Stephen Fry-a-like complete with dignity and poise as he protected us from the evil geese of doom. Finally Claire also loves Bon Jovi and got to see them (and passed on my declaration of love to the Sambora)- if there was ever a marker as to what made you a good person...
Songs Associated With - Bon Jovi: Livin' On A Prayer or Girls Aloud: Something Kinda Ooo'
Dwain
Dwain, despite technically not being a Bridge Road person, is included because he is, and I'm an English student so I can choose whether or not to argue semantics. My most amusing memory of Dwain is the first time I properly went out with Brad, Becky et al for Becky's 19th. Dwain was dancing with a girl who doesn't like me (and so out of politeness the feeling is reciprocated) to Michael Jackson and she was doing the moonwalk (or atleast an artistic interpretation) while Dwain looked on completely baffled. This does not mean to say he is a good person, he is a key abuser of my bags as can been seen in photographic evidence on Facebook. Him and Pete refer to my lovely bags as 'spam purses' and violate them in ways which means they have to go to counselling - shame on you! lol. Dwain does get a reprieve however for noticing my haircut although I am slightly suspicious that Pete/Mark/Brad may have informed him after they suffered some uber mangoes for not paying heed, teehe. Also Dwain and Bradley form a very amusing Tulketh tag team, and I can't wait for Dwain to slink up to Lancaster next year, when my bags will be safely locked away :-p
Songs Associated With - Any Panic! song or Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance With Somebody
Mark
I think Mark and I first bonded over a shared love of Southern Comfort and lemonade on our nights out to Hustle, when drinks were initially £1 and the music was amazingly retro. A fairly reluctant dancer, it was only when the Hustle music changed to 90's that Mark would rush furiously up to the dancefloor (maybe a slight exaggeration) to Will Smith's Wild Wild West. Ever sympathetic, on our ice skating excursion at Easter, when I fell over quite spectactularly; I recall a certain person laughing whilst muttering something completely unfounded about 'karma'. This 'wit' carried on to our trip to Blackpool Pleasure Beach when, for merely not realising there was a pedal in the dodgems, I was subjected to muchos teasing - although I feel that when we went to Ally Pally's festival my driving on the dodgems, while Mark was in charge of the pedal, redeemed me ever so slightly. He also, bar The Fray, has a good taste in music, like Ben Folds Five (who I thought only I liked, lol) and journeys in his car are always nicely complimented with Maximo Park or The Killers for example. Mark is the main member of the 'Sarah Search and Rescue' team, when after a few excellent texts from me, it appears that working my way back to everyone is just a bit beyond me, lol. I do appreciate this as it makes me feel uber looked after. And despite playing Guild Wars, which in my books makes anyone morally conspicuous, he is a lovely person who begrudingly allows me to steal body heat and also mang on at him when I'm less than amused, and reassure me that it doesn't automatically make me a bad person.
Song Associated With - Ocean Colour Scene: Day We Caught The Train or Ash: Girl From Mars
Matt
Matt bought me a Disney Princess game. I think that just about sums up what a wonderful person he is :-D When I got it, I was so excited, and I remember ranting about it for a significant amount of time because I was so chuffed, and he became on of the first people I made into a princess. Yet it hasn't always been such easy princess times - on numerous occassions he has threatened to take away my princess priveleges, I can never remember why, but it must have been serious lol. Actually I think once was after I'd had an entire bottle of red wine before going out and I got very very giggly and he came outside with me, clearly bemused by a merry Sarah and forcing her to prove her lack of sobriety, lol. It was at Matt's that I discovered my secret bloodlust when playing Halo and getting a bit too involved in trying to kill various characters then getting a wee bit miffed when he started playing and kept p-wning me. Despite being an ex-vegetarian he doth make me chuckle. And irrespective of his dismissing of Shakespeare and generally trying to wind me up (don't think I hadn't sussed you out, lol) he is a lovely person who gives me hugs and always tries to cheer me up.
Songs Associated With - Cascada: Everytime We Touch or Aqua: Barbie Girl
Pete
I remember the first time seeing Pete in a Sociology lecture, after realising being told we took the confounded subject. He was sat on his lonesome looking all studious so clearly the right thing to do was to enforce sitting with me and Lyndsey. There was a noticable declination in the quality if notes taken I feel, especially when I was revising and noticed an page in which Pete and I had entirely debated the house 39/51 thing in the form of an elaborate set of pictures, lol. On numerous occasions Pete has refered to me as having an 'old person' fetish - this is a lie, I just appreciate certain people who coincidently happen to be old enough to be my dad, lol. He is also my Tuesday shopping buddy, an elaborate trail around Lancaster, purchasing some random objects before slinking to Sainsburys. This, as a force of habit, includes a trip to New Look's shoe department. During every visit Pete enthuses about how girls' shoes are better than boys, in selection available and general prettiness. Our meander around Sainsburys also includes the eventual placing of tins and other heavy items in Pete's trolley as my basket becomes tres heavy. As Mark's blog said Pete is uber creative, and on one occasion of particular creativity involving Disney princess posters, I faced constant criticism from two of my flatmates, whereas Pete, despite putting green on her skin, got constant praise, its just not fair :-p He is always there for some mango shaking, to listen to whatever is doing my nut in at the time and reassure me that it'll all be fine and if not a cup of tea is always available, lol.
Songs Associated With - McFly: Five Colours in Her Hair or Sandie Thom: I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker
Sonia
When I first met Sonia I was enthusing about Cherry Lambrini and subtley coercing her into trying some, before she slunk off for the infamous red vomit. On our subsequent nights out Sonia developed a talent for 'accidently' (:-p) beating me somehow. The most amusing of these incidents remains on the bus back from town after seeing Pete's play of doom when we were spying on each other with a roll of wrapping paper. Despite everyone else fervently telling us it would end in disaster, we carried on regardless till we went over a bump and with considerable force the roll was shoved into my eye, leaving it bloodshot and rather smexy looking for the next few days. Oh how we larfed. Sonia is my dancing partner and at Hustle we were usually the first to up on the dancefloor, getting our respective grooves on, possibly linked to the amount of alcohol we'd consumed. She is a fellow epic movie enthusiast who also adores Pirates and LOTR. She also gains muchos kudos for taking me to see Pirates 3, the day before its release, for free :-D And she still talks to me despite me getting her a chocolate orange for christmas, ignoring the fact that she dislikes them quite a bit, lol.
Songs Associated With - The Sounds: Painted By Numbers or Kelly Marie: Feels Like I'm In Love
p.s. House 39 > House 51. End of.
The First Day
I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say.
So unrecorded it did slip away,
So blind was I to see and foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If I could only recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand - Did one but know!
Christina G. Rossetti
(as cited in Nations Favourite Love Poems ed. Daisy Goodwin (BBC Books, London: 1997) p. 84
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
Flat 10 Amazing People Who I Adore To Bits...
Last night was my final night out in Lancaster with the remnants of Flat 10. Me, Danny and Erica, along with other County/Lancaster/Warwick :-p people slunk to Lounge and enjoyed some rather fab cocktails before Lizzi, Pete and I went to Hustle for some less ghetto music and more cocktails...Attempts to reunite later were deliberately thwarted by Rev's declining to let us in because it was too quiet. This blog is, as such, in memoriam to all the fun times that I've had this year with my flatmates and how much I am going to miss them *glomps de verbassen*
Firstly I would like to say I wasn't sure what to expect from my prospective flatmates, but what I got was 5 undoubtedly fun and caring people....
Helen a.k.a. Hellypoos
One of the Neighbours watching trio, who cordially allowed me to steal the end of her bed on a seemingly daily basis. It got to such a habit that at Neighbours time, when we caught the end of the amazing Gordon Burns, Helen would have put my cushion (by mine I mean Helen's but mine because I always had it, lol) at the end of the bed, all prepared. If we were feeling particularly adventurous then the viewing may have been known to extend to Doctors and occassionally Escape to the Country - we don't watch that anymore because it gives us weird dreams. Helen, it appeared, was always to be found working away - she genuinely is one of the most studious people I have met at university, partly due to the excessive amounts of tests that Environmental Science decide to inflict upon their students. More than television, Helen was also part of the Baileys and Milk tag team. It all started one night when Helen and Chris' respective boyfriends were elsewhere so we had a girly night of doom. This involved pizza, chips, sorbet and films. When purhasing alcohol we noticed that Sainsbury's Taste The Difference Baileys-esque drink was half price, this was the start of the trend. With hindsight I can only imagine how cool we looked, stood outside in our pj's after a copious amount of Baileys and Milk watching the lunar eclipse. Thinking of Helen and her boyfriend Jon (a rather witty Physics student - not an oxymoron I promise) - together they are such a cute and lovely couple, the sort of relationship I would love to have. When there aren't pea fights going on, they are really easy to be around, which can't be said of all couples. My favourite moment was near the end of this term, Helen and Jon slunk into my room after a shopping excursion and presented me with the cutest Disney princess cup ever. The reason? I hadn't finished my exams whereas everyone else in the flat had. I think you may be beginning to understand why we are soo close. Helen has always been there for me when I've been sad, looking out for me when I've been crushed and I think that next year, her room in Chancellor's Wharf may need another Sarah spot.
Erica a.k.a. Smelica (I doubt she'll read this so I feel brave enough to put that)
A fellow admirer of Johnny Depp - I think that explains why we get on so well, lol. We both have sizeable posters of him in our respective rooms. Erica's room has bared witness to many a singleton rant about sickening couples, trying to learn the dance to various Steps songs and watching of Pussycat Dolls: Search for a New Doll (we watched the final episode - it was not so good). When Erica is not being physically abused by Danny lifting her up and carrying her off her bed so he can lie down on it, she is generally concocting in the kitchen. I'm going to begin with one of her more normal creations - the flapjack, occasionally covered in chocolate. Despite never quite managing the right consistency it tastes bloody good, lol. Now my favourite Erica creation - not that I'd ever have it, this is purely on teasing basis - is chicken, bacon and banana. Everytime I see her slicing a banana my mind boggles. It seems the oddest meal to have ever but she swears by it. One of my most amusing memories with Erica is singing Steps karoke in County bar at Christmas - I can only imagine how fab we sounded.
Kate a.k.a. Date Raper
Although this year we didn't make our 'special' trip into town, which I fear next year we shall, I still have muchos love for everyone's favourite Kate. When Kate was packing her room it became clear the extent of her shopping this year. Whenever she returns from town, there was always a bag from New Look or Bay. However this only appears to be a small amount...I swear on my life Kate had thousands of shoes packed up when she was leaving, some she hadn't even worn despite their immense prettiness. If we shared the same shoe size, me and Chris would have had a field day, lol. One of my most vivid memories of Kate is just dossing in my room and hearing Kate come in ranting and heading into the kitchen. The words I caught were 'bastard' 'tosser' 'prick' and 'knob'. I entered the kitchen with some trepidation with a note (she was on the phone) to ask if she was okay. After the phonecall Kate descended on my room to explain why person R was such a complete dickhead. And in all honesty all that I know of person R suggests that Kate's description was somewhat accurate, lol. Now this may just be because we appear to have develop a group mentality of you upset one of us, you upset us all so woe betide, but I'm not too fussed :-p The strongest element I associate with Kate is her incredibly messy room, its just filled with things flung on the bed and law books everywhere, yet she has the cheek to come into my room and refer to a slightly precarious pile of books as an avalanche! So despite her calling me a whore and incinuating I partake in booty calls, I do love the drunkard :-p
Christine a.k.a. Chris-pea
Chris is the other third of the Neighbours and Baileys and Milk crew. Christine never ceases to be able to cheer me up when I'm down, or make me smile more when I'm just in a normal mood. Chris-pea is a cheerleader and on numerous occasions we've been in the kitchen or her room and she's been trying to teach me some routine or part of a routine while I just get distracted by the shaking of the pompoms. After the traumatic experience of watching Being Jane, on returning to the flat, our favourite analogy cropped up. This is that Sarah will forever remain a singleton and have cats, many cats, maybe a dog and rabbits. So led on Helen's bed I clutch my teddy, planning out my future cats names when Chris declares that in all fairness I will meet my Prince Charming when I go to buy my first cat, and it'll be the Disney perfect love at first sight. This really did make me smile. Cats aside, Chris is also my uber English Literature buddy of doom. There've been many a Sunday when we have traded notes on the weeks reading before the lectures, swapped critics and proof-read each others essays. I also blame Christine entirely for my new found lateness. On many a Monday or Tuesday morning we have been forced to practically run to George Fox and sneaking in the back of the lecture, despite Reuben always fervently stating that he'd never seen anyone from his seminar groups go in to a lecture late, bless him. I also have Christine to thank for making my hair look muy fabulous for Cartmel extrav.
Danny
Danny was the first person I met from our flat. I remember slinking into the kitchen after rudely being ditched by my parents and seeing Danny, Lewis (who I presumed was his elder brother, lol) and his mum. After a brief natter in which it was quickly established that we both shared a love for The Rocky Horror Picture Show, we pottered off to our rooms before the kitchen rep's introduced Kings to us. At this point only Danny was the only person I knew ish and I think it was likewise because when he had to pick someone to drink he chose me and likewise. As time moved on we developed an intricate manner of political debating - usually involving him refering to me as a 'dirty stinking liberal'. Most time it ends with me pulling out some amazing point which makes Danny feel morally conspicious and thus he asserts 'I'm a good person'. Oh how it makes me chuckle, especially because for some issues we are complete opposites for example I'm staunchly pro-choice whereas he will harass me with images from pro-life sites. Yet when we argue about these things or have a discussion about religion its always with a sense of playful respect, well thats what I like to think. Generally when I think about Danny I think of quotes, some of which I'm going to share now...."I'd rather have milk from you than a cow", "a million peope died...of death" and the eponymous "I love you Sarah, I'm going to miss you *cue drunken stumble and hug*".
So this uber long blog is going to end now, I bet hypothetical people can't wait for the Bridge Road one, lol. I'd like to leave this blog finally saying how much these people have meant to me and although I jest about them sometimes, I do love them to pieces x x x
Firstly I would like to say I wasn't sure what to expect from my prospective flatmates, but what I got was 5 undoubtedly fun and caring people....
Helen a.k.a. Hellypoos
One of the Neighbours watching trio, who cordially allowed me to steal the end of her bed on a seemingly daily basis. It got to such a habit that at Neighbours time, when we caught the end of the amazing Gordon Burns, Helen would have put my cushion (by mine I mean Helen's but mine because I always had it, lol) at the end of the bed, all prepared. If we were feeling particularly adventurous then the viewing may have been known to extend to Doctors and occassionally Escape to the Country - we don't watch that anymore because it gives us weird dreams. Helen, it appeared, was always to be found working away - she genuinely is one of the most studious people I have met at university, partly due to the excessive amounts of tests that Environmental Science decide to inflict upon their students. More than television, Helen was also part of the Baileys and Milk tag team. It all started one night when Helen and Chris' respective boyfriends were elsewhere so we had a girly night of doom. This involved pizza, chips, sorbet and films. When purhasing alcohol we noticed that Sainsbury's Taste The Difference Baileys-esque drink was half price, this was the start of the trend. With hindsight I can only imagine how cool we looked, stood outside in our pj's after a copious amount of Baileys and Milk watching the lunar eclipse. Thinking of Helen and her boyfriend Jon (a rather witty Physics student - not an oxymoron I promise) - together they are such a cute and lovely couple, the sort of relationship I would love to have. When there aren't pea fights going on, they are really easy to be around, which can't be said of all couples. My favourite moment was near the end of this term, Helen and Jon slunk into my room after a shopping excursion and presented me with the cutest Disney princess cup ever. The reason? I hadn't finished my exams whereas everyone else in the flat had. I think you may be beginning to understand why we are soo close. Helen has always been there for me when I've been sad, looking out for me when I've been crushed and I think that next year, her room in Chancellor's Wharf may need another Sarah spot.
Erica a.k.a. Smelica (I doubt she'll read this so I feel brave enough to put that)
A fellow admirer of Johnny Depp - I think that explains why we get on so well, lol. We both have sizeable posters of him in our respective rooms. Erica's room has bared witness to many a singleton rant about sickening couples, trying to learn the dance to various Steps songs and watching of Pussycat Dolls: Search for a New Doll (we watched the final episode - it was not so good). When Erica is not being physically abused by Danny lifting her up and carrying her off her bed so he can lie down on it, she is generally concocting in the kitchen. I'm going to begin with one of her more normal creations - the flapjack, occasionally covered in chocolate. Despite never quite managing the right consistency it tastes bloody good, lol. Now my favourite Erica creation - not that I'd ever have it, this is purely on teasing basis - is chicken, bacon and banana. Everytime I see her slicing a banana my mind boggles. It seems the oddest meal to have ever but she swears by it. One of my most amusing memories with Erica is singing Steps karoke in County bar at Christmas - I can only imagine how fab we sounded.
Kate a.k.a. Date Raper
Although this year we didn't make our 'special' trip into town, which I fear next year we shall, I still have muchos love for everyone's favourite Kate. When Kate was packing her room it became clear the extent of her shopping this year. Whenever she returns from town, there was always a bag from New Look or Bay. However this only appears to be a small amount...I swear on my life Kate had thousands of shoes packed up when she was leaving, some she hadn't even worn despite their immense prettiness. If we shared the same shoe size, me and Chris would have had a field day, lol. One of my most vivid memories of Kate is just dossing in my room and hearing Kate come in ranting and heading into the kitchen. The words I caught were 'bastard' 'tosser' 'prick' and 'knob'. I entered the kitchen with some trepidation with a note (she was on the phone) to ask if she was okay. After the phonecall Kate descended on my room to explain why person R was such a complete dickhead. And in all honesty all that I know of person R suggests that Kate's description was somewhat accurate, lol. Now this may just be because we appear to have develop a group mentality of you upset one of us, you upset us all so woe betide, but I'm not too fussed :-p The strongest element I associate with Kate is her incredibly messy room, its just filled with things flung on the bed and law books everywhere, yet she has the cheek to come into my room and refer to a slightly precarious pile of books as an avalanche! So despite her calling me a whore and incinuating I partake in booty calls, I do love the drunkard :-p
Christine a.k.a. Chris-pea
Chris is the other third of the Neighbours and Baileys and Milk crew. Christine never ceases to be able to cheer me up when I'm down, or make me smile more when I'm just in a normal mood. Chris-pea is a cheerleader and on numerous occasions we've been in the kitchen or her room and she's been trying to teach me some routine or part of a routine while I just get distracted by the shaking of the pompoms. After the traumatic experience of watching Being Jane, on returning to the flat, our favourite analogy cropped up. This is that Sarah will forever remain a singleton and have cats, many cats, maybe a dog and rabbits. So led on Helen's bed I clutch my teddy, planning out my future cats names when Chris declares that in all fairness I will meet my Prince Charming when I go to buy my first cat, and it'll be the Disney perfect love at first sight. This really did make me smile. Cats aside, Chris is also my uber English Literature buddy of doom. There've been many a Sunday when we have traded notes on the weeks reading before the lectures, swapped critics and proof-read each others essays. I also blame Christine entirely for my new found lateness. On many a Monday or Tuesday morning we have been forced to practically run to George Fox and sneaking in the back of the lecture, despite Reuben always fervently stating that he'd never seen anyone from his seminar groups go in to a lecture late, bless him. I also have Christine to thank for making my hair look muy fabulous for Cartmel extrav.
Danny
Danny was the first person I met from our flat. I remember slinking into the kitchen after rudely being ditched by my parents and seeing Danny, Lewis (who I presumed was his elder brother, lol) and his mum. After a brief natter in which it was quickly established that we both shared a love for The Rocky Horror Picture Show, we pottered off to our rooms before the kitchen rep's introduced Kings to us. At this point only Danny was the only person I knew ish and I think it was likewise because when he had to pick someone to drink he chose me and likewise. As time moved on we developed an intricate manner of political debating - usually involving him refering to me as a 'dirty stinking liberal'. Most time it ends with me pulling out some amazing point which makes Danny feel morally conspicious and thus he asserts 'I'm a good person'. Oh how it makes me chuckle, especially because for some issues we are complete opposites for example I'm staunchly pro-choice whereas he will harass me with images from pro-life sites. Yet when we argue about these things or have a discussion about religion its always with a sense of playful respect, well thats what I like to think. Generally when I think about Danny I think of quotes, some of which I'm going to share now...."I'd rather have milk from you than a cow", "a million peope died...of death" and the eponymous "I love you Sarah, I'm going to miss you *cue drunken stumble and hug*".
So this uber long blog is going to end now, I bet hypothetical people can't wait for the Bridge Road one, lol. I'd like to leave this blog finally saying how much these people have meant to me and although I jest about them sometimes, I do love them to pieces x x x
Love is Enough
Love is enough: though the World be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the dim voice of complaining,
Though the sky be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds pass'd over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter;
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
William Morris
(As cited in Best-Loved Poems ed Neil Philips (Great Britian, Little Brown Books, 2000) p. 37)
Monday, 2 July 2007
45% Wholewheat-y Goodness
Today Sarah is particularly excited. My favourite Lizzifer is slinking up to visit, this pleases me greatly :-D This called for some early(ish) morning tidying up and hoovering. She had best appreciate it. However there has been an unexpected effect of tidying, I now feel quite industrious and like working. Personally I put this down to using tidying my room as a forebearer before I have to start working furiously on an essay or presentation all year. So with no actual work to do I found myself at a loss. I made myself a cup of tea to try and calm my nerves but twas to no avail. The tea story is another dilemna I'll briefly go into. At the start of the year Erica arrived with a bag of 1,000 Tetley (pronounced tet-ee-le-tea, lol) bags which as she didn't pay for them she kindly allowed the rest of the flat to use. Now there are 2 left. I feel this can be positively correlated with Christine and I's excessive consumption. However there are now some Yorkshire teabags to use...these don't taste like Tetley tea - they have a pseudo metallic taste with isn't too groovy. But going back to my newly discovered industrious nature, I decided to plan out some future blogs, as I've had quite a few ideas and I tend to think about how I'd say things but never actually write them downas I'm usually in bed, trying to sleep, lol. So here is the planned trail for today's blogs....
My name is Sarah and I have an addiction. To what? I hear hypothetical voices cry. Well its quite shocking and a bit odd. Its buying books. I genuinely don't think I can help it. I adore reading so I don't just buy them and leave them on the shelf to look pseudo intellectual, I eventually read them. Yet like all good addictions, there's a specific type of book that I love the most: old books. That lovely, soft, delicate, musty smell is just like a homing beacon to me! I feel sometimes that the 'I'm an English Literature student!' argument will only get me so far. Four copies of Wuthering Heights does seem a little bit excessive...but it is one of my favourite books. When I was considering the extent of my addiction I reached the somewhat frightening conclusion that it had extended to paper. In Lancaster there is this really cute crafts shop which, on numerous Tuesday shopping trips, I have been known to visit and make purchases. In this magical shop they have really pretty paper, a piece of which is stuck up on my wall. The piece on my wall is extra special. Its square and has a red background but written on it different fonts and sizes are quotes on love and life. Those who have paid attention to the poems that frequent the end of my blogs may have noted these as two key themes to those chosen. My English tutor at A-level told me that there were four main themes behind poetry: Love, Life, Time, and Nature. I think, for the majority this is true. However going back to the uber piece of paper...despite its more general inspirational qualities; it has an Emily Dickinson quote.
Emily Dickinson, my most favourite poet. Even though you are supposed to hate the texts you study at A-Level, I love her writing to bits. She was an American Romantic whose innovative punctuation and relations to the natural world are genuinely entralling. Now this could become a major rant, and if so I apologise. One of my favourite poems is 'He fumbles at your Spirit' I love the imagery for example: 'He fumbles at your Spirit/ As Players at the Keys/ Before they drop full Music on - He stuns you by degrees'. In my mind I can see some empassioned pianist putting all their effort into a resounding crescendo just as I imagine the first flush of love to be. I also love her searing criticism of dogmatic religions, like in 'There is a certain slant of light'. I'm going to stop now as I maybe neglecting several MSN conversations...many apologies Mark, Pete and Beth. x
My name is Sarah and I have an addiction. To what? I hear hypothetical voices cry. Well its quite shocking and a bit odd. Its buying books. I genuinely don't think I can help it. I adore reading so I don't just buy them and leave them on the shelf to look pseudo intellectual, I eventually read them. Yet like all good addictions, there's a specific type of book that I love the most: old books. That lovely, soft, delicate, musty smell is just like a homing beacon to me! I feel sometimes that the 'I'm an English Literature student!' argument will only get me so far. Four copies of Wuthering Heights does seem a little bit excessive...but it is one of my favourite books. When I was considering the extent of my addiction I reached the somewhat frightening conclusion that it had extended to paper. In Lancaster there is this really cute crafts shop which, on numerous Tuesday shopping trips, I have been known to visit and make purchases. In this magical shop they have really pretty paper, a piece of which is stuck up on my wall. The piece on my wall is extra special. Its square and has a red background but written on it different fonts and sizes are quotes on love and life. Those who have paid attention to the poems that frequent the end of my blogs may have noted these as two key themes to those chosen. My English tutor at A-level told me that there were four main themes behind poetry: Love, Life, Time, and Nature. I think, for the majority this is true. However going back to the uber piece of paper...despite its more general inspirational qualities; it has an Emily Dickinson quote.
Emily Dickinson, my most favourite poet. Even though you are supposed to hate the texts you study at A-Level, I love her writing to bits. She was an American Romantic whose innovative punctuation and relations to the natural world are genuinely entralling. Now this could become a major rant, and if so I apologise. One of my favourite poems is 'He fumbles at your Spirit' I love the imagery for example: 'He fumbles at your Spirit/ As Players at the Keys/ Before they drop full Music on - He stuns you by degrees'. In my mind I can see some empassioned pianist putting all their effort into a resounding crescendo just as I imagine the first flush of love to be. I also love her searing criticism of dogmatic religions, like in 'There is a certain slant of light'. I'm going to stop now as I maybe neglecting several MSN conversations...many apologies Mark, Pete and Beth. x
XXXVI
MY worthiness is all my doubt,
His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
Do lowlier appear;
Lest I should insufficient prove
For his beloved need,
The chiefest apprehension
Within my loving creed.
MY worthiness is all my doubt,
His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
Do lowlier appear;
Lest I should insufficient prove
For his beloved need,
The chiefest apprehension
Within my loving creed.
So I, the undivine abode
Of his elect content,
Conform my soul as ’t were a church
Unto her sacrament.
Conform my soul as ’t were a church
Unto her sacrament.
Emily Dickinson
{as cited on http://www.bartleby.com/113/3036.html as accessed 2/07/07}
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