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I've gone... Gone gone gone! I'm all set up elsewhere! Thank you to everyone who emailed and has followed me. It's nice to know you still want to read my babbling.Whoever you are Anonymous, I'm gutted you're not going to be able to follow me. 5yrs is a long time. Maybe once it's all died down I'll post a link or something. I'm not sure.And to you lovely people in Courche... Thanks to whoever it

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You might be wondering where all my past posts have disappeared to. I deleted them. Because my journal got discovered by someone from the company I work for out here in the Alps. I don't really feel comfortable enough letting these new colleagues read my posts... and I didn't appreciate being mocked for it, either.So I'm moving, to somewhere much more anonymous. I know my postings have been very

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JanuaryI wanted to start a new year with Bash, but he wouldn't have any of it. I held Sophia for the first time. I got 85% on my dissertation proposal! Steve and I broke up and I started sleeping with Dave.FebruarySteve and I got back together and then argued for most of Valentines night... We took part in 'LOST' around the UK dressed as bumble bees.MarchI went to Belgium with OTC and we broke up

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I just finished my last morning at school. It's left me all emotional! The class teacher I work with told me I'm the best Teaching Assistant she's ever had - I nearly cried. It was completely out of the blue. And the dinner ladies silenced the dining room so the whole school could say goodbye to me!I'm going to miss them all so much.

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It's Chriiiiiiistmas! Therefore my Last.fm recently played list is full of christmas cheesy goodness:table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0eab0fdde6b5b9a5bbc9c0284cc824c4 td {margin:0 !important;padding:0 !important;border:0 !important;}table.lfmWidgetblogger_chart_0eab0fdde6b5b9a5bbc9c0284cc824c4 tr.lfmHead a:hover {background:url(http://cdn.last.fm/widgets/images/en/header/chart/

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This afternoon I got implanted. I don't mean that, do I? I mean, I had an implant.After reading Ayemiy's blogpost a while ago (gosh, it must be well over a year??) when she got hers, I've been intrigued. I had a poke at hers, and it really is very strange feeling it under the skin, but it seemed to make complete sense. However, with two-ings and fro-ings between Liverpool and Leamington, I never

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My head hurts and I can still taste tequila. I really do feel rough. I remember making myself sick at some point last night - that's never a good thing, is it? That's probably why I feel so vile today.Despite my epic hangover, I managed to spend over £60 in Boots. 20 of that was paid for using Boots points - genius, eh? And because I spent such a ridiculous amount, I got £10 worth of points back

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I'm sure I'll be busying about the place this week and I'm not entirely sure how much time I'll have to update. Then after Friday I'll be in France for a week's training and a week's settling in, so who knows when I'll have the time to sit down and write a blog post.Last night Drew came home to Leamington! I'd love to say he'd come to visit me, but I think it's more likely that it's because it's

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So now the interview is over, the panicking may commence: Bloody hell I'm leaving the country for 5months on Friday!! Shit, THAT'S A WEEK TODAY!Firstly, packing. I bloody hate packing. I've had to do it so many times throughout the university years that you'd think I'd just get on with it... Well, I hate it. I leave it til the last minute - I once packed the entire contents of my room between 3am

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So I headed down to London yesterday morning, armed with a folder full of news stories relating to education to read on the train. I got into New Cross station an hour earlier than anticipated because thetrainline.com vastly overestimates their journey times. I suppose early is better than late... So I sat in the sunshine, read over their prospectus, and made a nerve-settling phonecall to Becca!

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I GOT IN I GOT IN I GOT IN! Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!!I have so much to write about... but the main thing is: I'M GOING TO GOLDSMITHS! He told me that I wouldn't know for a few days, but I just checked on the web system and it says they've made me an offer! Woo!So I'll be starting there next September and I really can't wait.However, right now I'm pretty hungover, absolutely exhausted, and on my way

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I'm far too busy at the moment to properly write here... Hasn't it been a long time since that happened?!I can't think about blogging until I know everything's sorted for my departure to France. And I can't worry about leaving for France until I've got Wednesday's interview over and done with.So I think I'll be Twittering instead. Or maybe I won't. We shall see.

rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-43765853133329621162008-11-15T22:31:00.004Z2008-11-15T22:48:32.830Z

More friends are getting married. Surely I'm too young to be feeling like Bridget Jones?Becca's sister got engaged last night. We've known for months that he was going to propose, but we didn't know when! It's not like we could call her and ask, is it? He popped the question last night. She said yes, of course.I really can't even imagine marriage at the moment. That far into the future is just a

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I'm not in the mood to write a proper post, but I'm watching Children In Need and feel the need to jot some bits down.There is a Pudsey Bear perfume?? Does it make you smell like a bear? Or maybe a needy child?I absolutely adore Terry Wogan but I can't help thinking it's time he gave up this presenting lark. He doesn't seem to be particularly on top of things this year.I made little yellow Pudsey

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Tonight has been absolutely hilarious. I'm not drunk; just slightly tipsy. And noone else needed looking after. Ergo, a positive night out, oui?Of course, I've been surrounded by middle-aged women:Lady A* - Possibly in her mid-40s, but acts older. Very reserved. Very serious about her job. Apparently, rarely takes up offers of extra-curricular social events. She realised tonight who my mother is.

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The plan to keep my impending interview quiet at work failed instantly. In my excitement yesterday I'd sent Charlotte a message about it - the biggest mistake imaginable. When I walked into the staff meeting this morning she jumped up and squealed "CONGRATULATIONS!" at me and, of course, I had to explain to the rest of the room why I was celebrating. As there were only the other Teaching

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I GOT AN INTERVIEW!Now, I know that doesn't mean that I've got a place... But, hell yeah! I GOT AN INTERVIEW! The bad news is that it's next Wednesday and that is rather soon. But I've been preparing for this bad boy for half my life so I'm not panicking.I'm just not sure how publicly I should make known it at work. Charlotte had an interview for Warwick last year and told everyone about it...

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I WENT RUNNING TODAY!!I know that's not normally something to shout about but it's really bloomin' good news as far as I'm concerned!Over the summer I spent a week in the Lake District with the OTC for Adventurous Training (cycling, kayaking, hillwalking, climbing). By the end of the week I was seriously wanging (a term coined by home friends for someone who drags one leg behind them). I didn't

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This Sunday I went with my parents to Coventry's Remembrance Parade. I wasn't planning on going, but then I remembered being in Belgium and crying my eyes out as the Last Post played. It hit home again why I'd bought my poppy. I don't wear it as an ostentatious display of patriotism, or to shout "Yay, we won the war aren't we the dog's bollocks" as Alasdair accused 'too many people' of doing. In

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I need to learn to start writing posts when I think about things. When I have time to think to myself (which seems to be a lot of the time), I write some fantastic posts in my head... and then either I forget them, or I cut+paste in so many changes so it becomes a mishmash of everything.I had a lot of time to think on Saturday night.After the shenanigans with Alasdair on Thursday evening, I

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I miss everyone.After last nights 'turmoil' I needed girly chats. I spoke to Crystal on the phone briefly, but Phylli & I kept missing each other. I txt Caroline in Canada. I have a new friend at work, Charlotte. We gossip while we're on lunchtime duty (dinnerlady time), but today I went home for dinner and so we couldn't properly talk. Every time we passed in the corridor she'd tell me she was

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I started writing this when I got home last night. I appear to be a more eloquent writer whilst drunk - much like I am a better french-speaker quand je suis ivres. However I also appear to have been pretty angry last night... So this post has been slightly censored, and added to this evening. I know that my writing is pretty open, but that's always been my style...Why did I go and do that?

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So when I was in Liverpool last week, I managed to cram my day with meet and greets. I met (and gret) Ciaran, The Barrister, The LabTech, Griff+Baby, went to a party with the old OTC crowd and stayed at Crystal & Tom's posh flat. It was exhausting, but absolutely worthwhile. Leaving university has left me not only missing those who were nearest and dearest, but those people that were constantly

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Ugh. I'm thinking confusing (probably hormone-induced) thoughts. Should I? Shouldn't I? Do I? Don't I? Why??I think I know my mind one day, and then the next I go and think something absolutely crazy that seems to make no sense whatsoever. The worst bit is that I'm a terribly impulsive person so I do things and suffer the consequences later. At least it keeps life interesting for me.Oh to be an

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Teaching makes me become such a bitch.It's Wednesday, so I have my lesson (yay!), but today I also had a couple of other mini-lessons with smaller groups making 'Slime' (Cornflour + Water + Food Dye... try it, it's ace). I know my "I'm the teacher" time with the kids is short and sporadic, but when they're with me they genuinely behave impeccably. It makes me go warm and fuzzy inside to think

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"It's a potentially bad idea because last time I saw you a) we couldn't keep our hands off each other, b) you smashed a pint of milk on my kitchen floor, and c) you refused to leave my house til 5am. But hey, it was entertaining!" - "Ha, well I promise I won't spill any milk! At least I was entertaining... Where do you want to meet??"So... I didn't go! I didn't meet him. I gave him a lame excuse

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I feel the need to update on the Rains/Pours posts.The Guy With The Girlfriend is leaving me in a bit of a pickle. He called me on Hallowe'en because we were both out in London. I don't entirely remember what he said, but he'd left the partying early, and I think he'd had an argument with The Girlfriend. He said he was looking forward to seeing me when he visits Leam' this week... I tried to be

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Ooh I'm all in a flap!As you may have gathered; I want to be a teacher. And I really want to study for my PGCE at Goldsmiths, in London. However, there is a major flaw in my plan: Goldsmiths conduct their interviews in December and I leave to work in France at the end of November. I thought it would be ok... I submitted my application at the earliest opportunity. A friend knew she had her place

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Steve. It’s been a while since I’ve posted about Steve. Don’t worry... it’s not going to be one of those posts; where I decide I want him back again and know I can’t. We’re well and truly not together anymore, and it’s going ok. I do miss him, some times more than others, but our sporadic txt-exchange keeps me sane and allows me to feel like I’ve not lost him completely.It’s just, this weekend

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I've been attempting to write about what I've been up to over the last week. Because last night's short, exhausted post doesn't really do it any justice. I've had a fab time! But I've done so much, so writing about it would take forever, and it'll only really be interesting for me to read. Like, Dear Diary...then I did this...and that... and I hate those kinds of posts.My induction day yesterday

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Wednesday - Liverpool (Mess and house party with the old OTC crew)Thursday - Will for drinks, Ciaran for drinks, Griff for a catch up, home to Leam'Friday - London with Gen (House party and Camden. Dressed as a cat.)Saturday - France Job Induction Day (9am - 6pm with a hangover) followed by Caroline's goodbye meal and night out (with tequila tequila tequila)I AM DEAD ON MY FEET. Never have I had

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I FEEL AWFUL! I just nearly killed my dog. Tess, the most lovely dog in the world that has been in my life since I was 7.Mum and Dad have gone to visit the Grandparents for the day and left Tess with me. So I went to get my bike out of the shed to cycle into town, and called her to follow me so that she could pee before I left her. I didn't think she'd followed me out and so assumed she'd be ok

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I’m trying to sleep but I can’t. My head is whirring. I think it’s a mixture of a) realising today that I leave the country in only a month’s time and b) staying in bed far too long this morning. I can’t remember when I had a proper lie-in and my body just isn’t used to it. Despite it being half term, my alarm is set for 8am tomorrow morning - I need my routine back. I spoke to Caroline on

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Fantastically, when searching YouTube for that video, I noticed someone had commented "to see this film you must be drunk, 10 year old or totally idiot" - ignoring the bad grammar - guess which one we were?!So, what I learnt this weekend was; if you watch High School Musical when you're drunk with two of your best friends, it is the start of a fantastic night! You see, Hinny and Phyll visited

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Last week the 4yr olds made Leaf Sculptures. The batteries died on the school camera so I had to whip out my phone to capture them before the wind destroyed them. Oh my god; it was hilarious! A child would grab my hand and excitedly drag me over to photograph their "sculpture". They'd suddenly stop and say "There it is!" and point at the ground. Some were okay... a face, a flower. But most were

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Oh for fucks sake. I just keep having to add to these rains/pours posts.I'm not trying to boast, or list the many men hankering for my attention. Because, in all honesty, they don't usually play such a role. Just, for some reason, these menfolk have suddenly decided to make an appearance in my life. It seems the knowledge that I'll be leaving the country has instigated a bout of last-minute

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Ciaran just Facebook'd me and asked if he could take me for dinner when I'm in Liverpool next week. Why? Why did he never do that throughout the 3yrs we were at university together? And why is he showing interest when I leave the country in 5weeks?To reitterate: When it rains it bloody well pours!

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"What are you up to?""Cleaning the bathroom""Oh? Good girl!!"Seriously. Was there ever a more patronising phrase than good girl?? When I argue with my father I'm told what he expects of me, and when I live up to (or surpass) his expectations I'm greeted with patronisation!I've always had a theory about the relationship between parents and their teenage/adult children... I just think that parents

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This weekend, a friend txt me, telling me which 3rd years back in Liverpool were being promoted at OTC. One of them was Steve. I knew he would get it, and I'm so proud of him. But then I got thinking; am I allowed to feel proud of him? We're not together anymore and now we barely speak (because he basically told me to leave him alone). So is it OK for someone to feel proud of their ex??I txt him

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Today has been really fun.This afternoon I got, basically, shouted at for laughing at a child. I knew it was going to happen some time or another... A child did something that I found hysterically funny and I couldn't hold back my laughter!Zack (the 4yr-old "I'm a chocolate penguin with a marshmallow hat" boy) decided to attempt to pick up his sweater with his mouth because his hands were full of

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This is panning out to be a very interesting week. For some reason people are surprising me and getting in touch without any prompting from me...This afternoon I had a txt from Palmer, followed by a phonecall. And for the first time in, like, ever, he didn't make me do that heart-stoppage thing. I really do feel differently about him now. I think I've finally got it into my head that I can't let

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At the mere mention of spending some quality time with my other half, I have an innate desire to speak french. Or at least speak with a french accent and a few "Errr..."s between words. So...Ce week-end, je vais à Brighton revoir Becca. De sorte que nous puissions rattraper et avoir un rire bébête! Et, aussi, Ludo est réunion nous là - vraiment excitant. ET, aussi, nous allons voir une

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I tried to explain today, to one of the teachers, why it is I want to teach. I'm not going to attempt to do it again here, because I don't think I could do myself justice. There are many reasons why I know it's exactly what I want to do with my life. But I'm not one of those conventional "I just really love working with children!" people. I mean, yea, I do love working with children, but I don't

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I bought them, the boots.I'm going swimming tomorrow.My hair looks slightly fit.I had a lovely evening with Caroline.I'm going to be a mess tomorrow morning due to exhaustion.My throat feels like death.Bed time.

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I feel really rather rubbish. Today was the first day where I was sat in the classroom and thought I really don't want to be here - my throat was killing and my head was banging. 4 year olds understand "We're going to play a quiet game today because Miss C doesn't feel very well", but they act on it for about 5minutes and then it's out of the window and they're wailing at me again in very

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I need to stop spending money... This weekend I spent about £40 on train tickets, £70 on food and drink, and over £60 shopping in Bath. It's really not good... but... I'm earning, and not paying rent, so it's not as bad as it could be. I'm blaming it on the fact that it's been ages since anyone's given me a present, haha. That's what sucks about having a Christmas birthday - I only get presents

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I've just re-read a post I just wrote and I really don't like it. I think I just had a lot of things to get off my chest and I was in an over-thinking mood. So I'm taking it off and summarising it instead.Basically:this weekend I visited 2 friends in 2 different British cities;I didn't like the fact that my friends didn't look out for me;I didn't like some of my friends' friends, because they

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This afternoon I discovered my class being taught Baa Baa Black Grey Sheep. You know, that well-loved traditional nursery rhyme? Yea, I was taught it differently too.I thought it was just rumours being spread about there being a ban on singing Black Sheep, but sadly not.Baa baa grey sheep, have you any wool?Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.One for the kitten and one for the cat,and one for the

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I planned on meeting Caroline this evening for our weekly gossip and wine binge, but it hasn't quite worked out. Yesterday evening Alasdair mentioned he was off to see a film at Warwick Arts Centre. I nearly dismissed the invite; I'd got stuck into another World Of Work Rut whereby I think I can't possibly enjoy myself on a school night and believe that spending the night in front of the TV is

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Can you believe someone ever thought this was a good idea for a child's toy??(Re-posted after being so shocked at seeing it on Stellardreams's Livejournal!)I remember Tiny Tears when I was younger; a doll that cried and wet it's nappy... but Baby PeePee?? With a retractable penis that sprays middle-aged men in the face?And then I remembered My Baby All Gone:My bestfriend Joanne had one of those

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So Charley Boorman was rather entertaining last night!He was a guest speaker for the Warwick Words Festival of Literature and Spoken Word. And when Dad brought home the flyer I insisted we got tickets... I just thought it would be a rather amusing evening. I'd love to be able to go on his "adventures" and I find him rather intriguing. He's the son of a film director who clearly can't act; I've

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So Palmer did end up screwing me, but not in the way I'd have liked. He claimed he was ill and so never made an appearance in Liverpool. I assume he just got a better offer somewhere else. Well, next time he comes a-knocking will someone please remind me to send him (a-)packing? He's not that hot, he's not that special, and there are plenty more fish in the sea!And... it just so happens that I

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Should I write a huge, long, head-clearing post about Steve?It's been quite a while since I've felt the need to. But a few days ago he told me he wanted me out of his life... which kind of stung. I feel like I need to lay everything out and put him to rest. Dare I say it; I think I'm over us. It has been 3 months or so since we broke up...Maybe I'll do it later.

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Oh today has been fantastic!Since I started working at School, I've really loved every day. I've come home tired, but I've never come home not wanting to go back. So it's a sure sign that this is what I'm meant to do, isn't it?Wednesdays are my favourite days in school. Wednesdays are when I'm left to my own devices for half an hour; just me and the kids. I'm generally told what to do -

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When I'm asked - and I've been asked a few times - how Carlisle was, my first-thought answer is interesting.We spent Saturday wandering around Talkin Tarn because the boat hire place was closed for only one day this month and, of course, that day was this Saturday. So we walked around it instead and attempted to educate ourselves on the subject of British birds. However, we got immaturely

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This weekend I received a txt that made my heart skip a beat. Palmer got in touch. I've not seen him in over a year. He's just, I don't know; one person that I cannot help but go weak at the knees for. We have silly amounts of history.You see, I've always put him on an incredibly high pedestal, and I know I shouldn't. I compare everyone to him and can honestly say that I would cheat on most of my

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I have 4minutes before my lunchbreak ends, and I'm going away for the weekend so I feel a speedy update is necessary!I did it again: I went out last night and drank lots. It was Becca's last night in Leamington so it just had to be done! Wetherspoons are in the middle of their Wine Festival at the moment, so a very nice bottle of Chablis was rather cheap. We had 3. As well as the rather expensive

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A few weeks ago, Becca and I were out and on one of our drunken rampages. I told her that my friend's brother happens to live with half of Warwick University's rugby team. He has some very hot housemates... Unfortunately, he wasn't in Leamington at the time, so we went on a mission to find rugby players that night, regardless. Literally "Hello, do you play rugby? No? Bye! ... Hello! Do you play

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It must have been a good night, because there are a whole hoard of badly taken, paparazzi-style photos already on Facebook. Good times, eh?

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This whole "World Of Work" I appear to have been inadvertently baptised into, is leaving me with little else in my life. Starting work at 8.30am means I'm exhausted by the time I get home at 4pm. I'm unable to keep my eyes open past the Ten O'clock News!So tonight I'm rebelling. I'm bringing back the student-style Mid-Afternoon Nap, followed by student-style Midweek Drinking. Just don't tell my

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Ugh, bad day! It was bound to be a bad day after the long, awful weekend I've just had. I'll rant about that later.This morning:A mother tried to cause trouble because apparently I'd used the wrong type of plaster on Friday when her daughter cut her knee. How was I supposed to know there was a right and wrong type? I just got the child thrown at me with blood oozing through her tights and told "

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I'm off to London this morning with my parents and Nanny.We're off to The Globe. I'm looking forward to it, despite one friend's negative assertions: It's a tourist trap. We're seeing a play noone's heard of (despite it being one of Shakespeare's). It'll be performed by mediocre actors (who will never be as fantastic as those performing Hamlet at the RSC who he went to see).Well screw you boy;

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How do people cope living at home with their parents? Especially after they've already lived on their own? I'm counting down the days til I escape to France!Last night Mum did what I do; she escaped. She got annoyed with Dad, and so got in her car and drove off. She refused to answer her phone and wouldn't reply to my txts. I knew she woudln't have gone far, but I didn't want to wander off into

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According to an 8yr old called Bryony; I looked very pretty today.You'd think that would be a compliment, but the surprised look accompanying the comment left me rather disheartened. I worked with Bryony's class last year and, judging by the shock on her face, apparently this is the first time she's noticed I'm a girl, and the first time I've looked good.My shoes also got a a fair few compliments

rosiewishes.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01479173759145238692noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4953216160746788954.post-29663027761866574052008-09-16T22:09:00.004+01:002008-09-16T22:25:41.608+01:00

My statcounter shows me I have quite a few returning visitors. I know you people are out there... and I like it, don't get me wrong. It's just... well... none of you ever comment!I know you've read my ups and downs, I know you've seen my holiday snaps. I know, that you know (that I know, that she knows, that you know), that I was upset yesterday because of my Grandpa... and still you don't

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Yesterday's visit to Mansfield's Kings Mill Hospital was rather harrowing; but not for reasons you would expect. Grandpa wasn't on death's door, thankfully. He's not well and he wasn't good. But he was a spring chicken in contrast with his neighbours.On his part of the ward their were three bed spaces:One was ominously empty.The gentleman next to my Grandpa was his own throughout the whole 2hrs

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I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to be doing right now.I was awoken at 3am by the housephone's trill ring, immediately thinking it was probably a pissed friend calling the house instead of my mobile. Noone answered it, and I waited for my mobile to ring. It didn't, but Dad's did. This morning I discovered it was Grannie, calling to say Grandpa had had a heart attack and cracked his head

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Why is it that when I go out with Alasdair everything goes a bit awry and I wake with a sore head and limited memory of the night?Why does he still come out with me when I usually end up owing him an apology in the morning?Why do I have an innate desire to wind him up and do stupid things in some kind of attempt to see how far I can push him?Last night was fun. But I'm not entirely sure exactly

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Yep, I went to bed at half past 8 last night... I was tired!After spending the week kayaking, hiking and cycling on minimal sleep because we spent every night in the pub, Hannah attempted to drive us home. I say 'attempted' because it managed to take us twice as long as usual... the weather was horrendous, and the traffic just as bad due to the amount of accidents we passed. We managed to take

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I've enjoyed this week. Despite the arguments, the tears, the burnt bridges and the hip that is decidedly fucked. Woah, it's been an emotional rollercoaster.Speaking of fucked; I have my pyjamas inside out and this screen is making me go all cross-eyed. It's time for bed. I'll fill you in in the morning (/afternoon) and leave you now with my new favourite song:

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I'm off again. Gone gone gone.This time to Doncaster, Sherwood Forest, Liverpool, Lake District, Liverpool, Leamington, Coventry and finally back to Leamington for the foreseeable future.I'm excited; it means seeing the boy, and the girls. And I've missed them all horribly.

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I've been back in Leamington for another flying visit. This time it's been for 4 days. During those 4 days I have succeeded in creating an amusing trail of destruction with Becca; my partner in crime.It's a bugger, you know? Every summer we all return from our various universities dotted about the country. We're old friends, so we hope we'll all fit back into each others' pockets. We think we've

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Last night I got very drunk with Becca. We discussed eating habits. We met Alice-de-la-dare. I discovered a friend has terminal cancer and broke down into a sobbing mess.I'm walking to Warwick in an attempt to see him without him realising that I'm only there to see him, and to see him before he dies. I can't handle death.

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Whilst in France we stayed with Becca's uncle and aunt; Rémy et Karen. Their house was absolute heaven. An old barn re-built by Rémy on the side of a mountain over-looking vineyards.La belle vue de leur maison.Their "indoor" swimming pool...Karen was lovely. She has two sons around our age and clearly adored having 3 girls knocking about the house with her. She lazed with us on the beach, showed

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Mediterranean sun... why have you deserted me??

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I'm back! Look! I wish I wasn't!We flew into East Midlands airport midday today and had to sprint across the runway in an attempt to get inside before my white summer dress went see-through with hideous British August rain. I felt like my tan had faded there and then.The sausages squashed between two slices of stale bread that I attempted to eat for lunch just didn't live up to the saucission and

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[Actual photo of where we're going, gotta love Google!]See you in September!

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I am starting to worry myself.Over the past few days I have been worried that I'm becoming a bunny boiler. Steve's been out of contact for a while, because he's been in the field, and even when he's back on camp he seems to constantly have no signal. As a result, I've ended up repeatedly txting him without expecting a reply, and getting excited every time my phone vibrates ( not because it's in

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I absolutely bloody detest packing. I thought I'd got used to it; you'd think I would have. This year I've been all over the bloody country... Liverpool, Leamington, Lancaster, Doncaster, Norfolk, York, Manchester, Shrewsbury, Birmingham, Brighton, London, Cornwall, Dundee, Nottingham - gosh, I've never really worked out a list!I even bought a lovely little zebra-print carry case to make the

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After complaining yesterday that they'd not been in touch, I re-checked my Inbox and discovered an email from Scott Dunn offering me the job I wanted! Woop! I've not heard back from the other company yet, but I don't want the job even if they offer it me. Scott Dunn pays substantially more, it's a nicer working environment, and the company appealed to me so much more. I AM SO EXCITED!The only

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On a different note; I keep forgetting to eat. Like, seriously.Without someone there to remind me, I just forget about food.When I do eat, I eat properly. I probably eat too much.Like, now; I've not eaten since about 7pm last night. I suppose I am hungry, but I don't really fancy anything. I've happily gone through my day, pottering about, and forgetting about food. The only thing I can really

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Okay, okay, I'll update. I can you all on my StatCounter, wondering where I've disappeared to!I took Tess to H in Nottingham. She's still there now and the house seems horribly empty. Just when we were starting to bond again, she goes on holiday. Yeah... I'm talking about the dog! I usually come home from uni and kind of dismiss her; she's not the bouncy puppy she was before I left. She's fat (

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Last night became one of those crazy random nights that ends up being bigger than it was supposed to be. As a result, I am suffering a hellish hangover! I don't know why it's so bad, but it's been a while since I suffered this much.The preface for going out, was that it was a friends surprise 21st birthday party. I'm not that close to the birthday girl, but Mandy is, and so it was a nice

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Am I single? I don't actually know.Steve and I broke up on Summer Camp. We talked for a good long time, involving lots of tears, but the conclusion was that we shouldn't be together. And seeing as it was the 3rd time we broke up, we both knew that that meant it was the last time.But then we spent the whole of Cadet Camp together. We spent two weeks in each others' pockets, having great sex and,

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The good bit:We finally sorted out and booked our holiday! Becca, Caroline and I are flying out to the south of France to spend 10days at a lovely little cottage village place. Cheap and cheerful, with a bit of sunshine (hopefully).The bad bit:The cheap flights we booked weren't cheap for long, after RyanAir charged us extra for booking, luggage and breathing. Then I got an email from the place

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After much jubilation last night at the realisation that I finally, finally!, can stop, I planned on a good long lie-in today and to spend as much of my day as possible in pyjamas. I have no 6am breakfasts to attend, no interviews to get dressed up for, no job to be on time for. I can finally take a breather and just stop.The lie-in wasn't meant to be. Throughout the morning I received 5 txts,

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Wine + ABBA + VodBull before an interview = BAD NEWSWhy is it that these things only become clear after you've done it??Actually, I don't feel too bad, but that's probably because I'm still a bit drunk and the hangover hasn't quite kicked in yet. A sausage sarnie and a bike-ride to the station might help me out. And because I was very organised yesterday, I now know where the office is that I'm

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Those interviews in London that I mentioned in my last post are tomorrow. Shitfuck. I'd completely lost track of dates and days, and somehow realised this morning that today is Monday. So tomorrow is Interviewday.I'm not particularly worried... I don't really mind interviews; I have the relevant work experience (ok, ok, the last time I did Silver Service was when I was 16 and only for one week,

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How embarrassing. I just nipped across the road to ask the neighbours if they'd be ever so kind and keep an eye on the dog while I venture to London for my interviews next week. Despite my parents already mentioning it to them, they stared back at me, blank-faced; "Sorry, I don't recognise you?"I started to worry that maybe they were going senile, but they're can't be a day over 55.Then I

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I managed to spend the past fortnight with two of the most important people in my life - Phyll and Steve. Due to fluke, we were placed within the same company which meant we spent literally 24/7 with each other.We've had our ups and downs; arguements and tears; hysterical laughter and emotional hugs. I can't think of a better way to properly say goodbye to them, and goodbye to the greens. It may

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I'm back, again! Full of stories, again. Absolutely exhausted, again. Time for sleep.

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She'd do anything to sparkle in his eye she would suffer, she would fight, and compromise she's been wishin' on the stars that shine so bright for answers to the questions that will haunt her tonight She must rinse this all away she can't hold him this way she must rinse this all away she can't love him this way How she'd be soothed, how she'd be saved if he could see she needs to be held in

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It's nearly time for me to disappear again. My flurry of blog posts has matched my flurry of activity around Leamington as I attempt to do everything before leaving again.In three days I have:Closed my student bank account. Finally, I am free from the evils of fucking Lloyds TSB. Before shredding my card the pristinely dressed Lloyds-worker asked me why I was leaving. I didn't have the energy to

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I should be jumping in the shower right now, and getting my gladrags on so that I'm on time for visiting Becca. However, I was walking home from town in the sweaty sunshine... and thinking. Whenever I walk that route I'm on auto-pilot; my feet just walk it and leave my thoughts to drift elsewhere.I talked to Becca today about Steve and I. It helped; she understood.It's not the same, but she's in

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I spent much of yesterday dividing my 300 photos up into neat categories to make uploading easier. How very organised of me.There are so many fantastic photos, but I know noone really wants to see them all.Field and EnemyI basically spent my first week doing weapons training, before deploying to Dartmoor for the Field Exercise. As a 3rd year with no command position, I played The Enemy - basking

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On a more upbeat note: I have had a fantastic 2weeks! I’ve spent a lot of my time role-playing... I’ve been a belly-dancing afghan villager, a Taliban fighter and a Christian aid worker. I’ve been arrested and dumped in a pig-pen, I’ve made up my own incomprehensible language, and I’ve watched people look ridiculous attempting to cross a stream whilst blindfolded. The fancy dress evening was

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Over these past couple of weeks I have come to some realisations:Yesterday morning was the last day of camp, and my chance to say my final goodbyes. However, I realised that the majority of the goodbyes that should have upset me, didn’t upset me at all. Either I was saying goodbye and meaning “I’ll give you a ring tomorrow” or “I’ll see you next month when we visit each other”, or I was merely

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I'm back!We left Okehampton Camp at 8am this morning, headed to Monty's for a BBQ, and then Hannah drove me back to Leamington.I am exhausted.I have so much to write about, but I've had so little sleep over the past 2weeks. All I want to do is crawl into bed... so that's what I'm going to do.Tomorrow I am planning on doing as little as possible, so I may attempt to upload photos and write a

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I'm home! ...in rainy/sunny/rainy/sunny Leamington Spa.Before I've even unpacked I'm being forced to pack again. Once again, I'm just not stopping... one thing after another is being thrown at me.I got back Sunday evening (and saw the middle of the Federer/Nadal game - gutted he lost), and went straight to Helly's for a meal with the girls. On Monday I had to get to Birmingham for an interview

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