There is something about the rain.

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It brings out an unspoken part of me. Not the part where I wish I was the newest member of Torchwood (mainly because that's not unspoken, everyone who has spent time with me recently would know this).

No. This is the part where I want to both hide under the covers, and dance in the lightning at the same time. I never know which instinct is going to win out.  (Of course you know, it's kind of hard to do both at the same time. Unless you drag your bed out into the rain. That sounds fun).

Last night it was raining. I was also in the city for dinner .So for those of you who were wondering, yes I do sometimes leave my house. The night was a bit of a battle. It did not include unicorns. It did not include running through the dark streets like Gwen Cooper (well, it did a little bit.). This was more of a battle to act like a proper person on a date.



That can be hard sometimes. Especially if you're me. I have composed a list of things you shouldn't do on a date. * Some of these things happened. I thought about doing some of these things.


1. If you are with a man and he walks you over to a flower stand, you shouldn't make assumptions. For instance, you shouldn't say "Oh you don't need to get me flowers."
Because then, he will say "I wasn't," his face frowning quizzically back at you.

Then you will die. Or run away.

2. You shouldn't talk to a man on the phone after having more than one glass of wine. It is a conversation he will remember. You unfortunately, will not.

3. There is nothing wrong with wearing your hair out in the rain. Werewolves are in now if you haven't heard. Just don't wear any silver.

4.  Try not to fall over while climbing up stairs.

5.  Don't mention your Harry Potter memorabilia, or the Gryffindor cloak hanging in your closet. Unless there is someone nearby who is stranger in comparison.
 
6. Don't show your date your version of the rain dance. Don't jump in puddles. Ditto for recreating the best scenes from Singing in the Rain.

7. Don't sing the Torchwood theme when running through the train station. Or when you see a creepy person huddled in the rain.

8. Don't mention the amount of time you spend looking at pictures of funny animals, or the fact that this is predominately cats. You don't have any cats, you would like to keep it this way.


The rain made me think about a lot of things last night. At one point this was the rain dance. At another, it was the fantastic decision I had made the day before when I got a fringe.Mostly I thought about how nice it was to hold someone's hand.

The rain wasn't as bad then. I kind of felt a little bit like Gwen Cooper.


*For future reference for myself

Basically consisting of all the embarrassing things I do on a regular basis. Yay!

There is something utterly ridiculous and uncoordinated about me which comes out in perfectly timed moments (a self-deprecating montage is flitting across my mind right now, feel free to send me any additional memories I may have repressed). 

In moments like these, I can only cringe.  And hope that people find it endearing (which I know they don’t).

During the period in which I worked in an office, there was a giant shopping complex located a short walk away. My lunch breaks were spent rapidly spending the money I had just earnt like a small child who has just discovered that money can actually buy you all the things.(Note: I still haven’t really come out of this mindset, it is just I have no said money to spend presently ;) ).

On one occasion, I was walking by one of the coffee shops when I saw a slice of cheesecake in the glass window (cue the chorus of hallelujahs). I decided this would be a great alternative for lunch, so bought it and started walking back to the office (as I had spent my whole break shopping....instead of having lunch). The plan was to keep it in the fridge, and take it home in the afternoon.

I made it around the corner. Then decided I could not wait any longer. I needed to taste this cake. So naturally, I found the nearest building, and huddled under the patio, trying to subtly taste the culinary masterpiece in privacy.

 It was only after a few minutes that I realised the building I was huddled near, was in fact the major gym of the area.

The window I was looking into? The cardio exercise class.

The people inside the room staring back? Yes they could all see me. Eating cake.

In front of them while they were exercising vigorously.

I'm fully aware they don't have necks. But it is an observation of mine, that people who attend the gym regularly rarely have necks.

 I imagine they were either shaking their heads in disgust, or swearing at me under their breath for bringing “cake-eating” impulses to the front of their minds again (yes, I have decided this is an actual thing. It explains a lot).

I can see it now. In their minds, I was probably the girl who had tried summon up all the willpower I possessed in order to just drive to the gym. I had set a goal to be empowered, and sexy and fit.

Only to be found eating cake at the door a few minutes later.

It’s the story of my life really.

I thought I would apologise for my absence by posting part of a song I recently wrote. I originally was going to share a video of me singing it, but thought I would spare you all. You're better for it. Probably.


Expect more regularity now, I plan on changing things up a little bit.

•  Carpooling with a friend, or classmate who lives nearby will help both your savings and the environment.  For those who live nearby, riding a bike will also be a cheaper and healthier transport alternative. Unless you have a Hagrid style flying bike. Pretty sure those aren’t eco (logically, or nomically) friendly.
•  Try to avoid buying food at uni every day. After a while it will start to add up (for those like me who are not mathematically inclined, this is very simple maths. Gradually taking from your wallet, and adding to your waist). This may sound like a fairly obvious tip, but I learnt this the difficult way in first semester. If you are a regular coffee drinker like me, bringing a thermos of coffee from home may be worth it. Or not. It's up to you really.
•  Check to see if any books on your booklist are available at the Guild second hand bookshop. Books are usually sold at a reduced price there, and are still good quality. You can even sell your own unwanted uni books there. Or your soul. The Guild will help you do all sorts of neat things.
• Finally, find part-time work to suit your time table and study load. A lot of businesses specifically seek uni students, as they need workers who can work flexible hours. The summer and winter breaks will give you the time to build up your savings between each semester, and time to travel if you choose. A lot of students I know use the breaks to road trip together, or travel interstate.

Hallo folks.


I've got some super posts planned, and coming your way soon. But I thought I'd show you a picture of my new (oh so ginger hair). It wasn't intentional- but you know, it happens sometimes.


Like when my brother was born.

I kind of look like a vampire :(

By the end of the day when this photo was taken, my skin matched my hair. You can tell I'm really pleased about that. Excuse the myspacey shot, I was trying to avoid the sun reflecting back on my head. It's a daily struggle that is ( I know the photo is indoors, but my window was open).


 Speaking of which (I can relate anything back to this), I'm thinking of starting a cake eating club. Who wouldn't want to glorify cake eating, really? Name suggestions? I like The Cake Eating Society myself.


I promise "the club" isn't just a guise to get you all to bring me cake....

Oh awesome ones.


I didn't think it was possible, but I actually had too much coffee last night.


I posted this on twitter at about midnight, it pretty much shows where my mind was at:

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Right now is my favourite part of day. That of course is the part where you eat icecream.


Let me paint the image for you.  As I write this I am sitting on my floor, with a bowl of nutella and icecream cradled in my lap. I am also wearing my new consolatory boots. I have possibly moved some of my furniture against my door.


This isn't me being paranoid. I know any minute someone is going to burst in and try and take this icecream away from me. I have a reason to believe this. Call it female intuition ( or maybe the ladies from Special K.) I am determined to have this icecream, and let it heal the sad parts of my soul.


 If anyone comes through the door at the moment, I will probably bite them. Normal, yes?


There's also the boots to make me feel better. Those boots lovers who are out there, should know what consulatory boots are. I will explain this term to the rest.






That's pretty much it. It's a simple, but meaningful process. One where my cupboard bears the front of my emotional, coping, and life problems. So yeah, everyone wins.

Some of you might be wondering why I'm so very sad. Well let's just say I will no longer be attending my graduation ceremony. It's a long story (but not really), that is completely my fault. The money I would have used for ceremony, I have now spent on the boots. A better use of the money? Probably.


Will I still be graduating? Yes. Just not in front of people (which is probably best, considering my clumsy tendencies). I wanted to wear the robe though- even if it was so I could pretend to be a wizard again. Like the good old days, where I could pretend I wasn't an adult.


Anyway. A friend of mine was telling me about his new place. Apparently after living there a week, he has hardly seen the other people who live there, and so has no idea how to work or find anything. He wondered if he should set a trap to capture the other occupants.


As he was telling me, in my mind (of course) envisioned this:








He's not really a wizard. Unfortunate.