Archive | February, 2011

Capturing Moods

19 Feb

Some recent pictures from my phone:

Bye bye caffeine.

Some favourites: falafel, spicy cous cous and baby leaf salad with sesame seeds and balsamic vinegar, and poached eggs (cooked in moulds) on an onion bagel. I really like pepper, ok?

Writing letters, and making their envelopes a little bit more exciting. Mike: ‘Why have you stuck a princess to that letter?’ Me: ‘Urghhh boys.’

Just as I was getting really excited for spring, pointing at crocuses and snowdrops and feeling euphoric when the clock read 5pm and darkness had yet to fall, the weather seems to have taken a turn for the worse and I am back to covertly putting the heating on and trembling next to radiators.  At present, I have dragged a chair, namely Ikea’s amazingly comfortable Poang, from the lounge, and have positioned it next to my bedroom’s radiator, seeing this as the only way of getting my university work done without getting into bed, which invariably leads to a nap.  My legs have finally reached something resembling ‘warm’, but the rest of me is still at ‘hood up indoors’ territory unfortunately.

I’ve had a bit of shitty week overall.  After a really nice and possibly too relaxing weekend at home, I seemed to return to Newcastle on Monday in a state of mind which just felt a bit wrong.  I ended up missing my first seminar of the semester on Tuesday which made me really angry with myself, as I had, up to that point, been doing really well.  I have since then gained a bit of perspective about it, but I’m still annoyed that my perfect run came to an end.  On Wednesday I was in a much better frame of mind, but had to (FINALLY) go to the doctor’s about the mole I mentioned weeks ago.  I had been putting it of, as going about something potentially so trivial seemed really silly, but after it seemed to be getting worse not better, I finally sorted myself out and booked an appointment.  I was put on antibiotics, which I have to take for a week, as the lump (horrible word) under the mole is probably an infection rather than anything more sinister, but have to go back for further inspections and possibly a little operation in a week, just in case.  I’m really glad it’s getting sorted, but at the same time, I HATE taking antibiotics.  I’m a huge hypochondriac with a phobia of vomiting, so when I read that 1/10 people has gastrointestinal side effects, I instantly work myself up into a frenzy.  I have basically spent the last few days waiting to be sick; mad I know, but pretty draining all the same.

My week has, however, been far better than some.  My friend George broke his leg in a bad way playing football on Wednesday, rather overshadowing my mole drama, and has been in hospital being fixed ever since.  I went to visit him on Thursday with some supplies (ginger biscuits, ginger beer, grapes, chocolate raisins and assorted reading matter – Mike played a more controversial card and took a chocolate bar called ‘Fair Break’, touché) which was a rather dour adventure.  We saw the ‘sights’ of North Tyneside by bus, walked through the ultimately depressing hoard of smokers outside the hospital entrance, and then descended on a ward of ancient, ailing people having things replaced… and George, bringing the average age down by about 40 years.

I should be reading this at the moment, but keep getting distracted by’s fashion week coverage and reading The Guardian: Weekend, which comes joint first with The Sunday Times’ Style magazine as my favourite supplement.  I can’t resist weekend newspapers; I need to learn that buying them pre-work is always a mistake.



13 Feb

On my old computer: mums being hotties, cats being kittens, me being little (but still squinty).

Nice day for a walk in the park

7 Feb


The mossiest of moss.

The shoe tree.

The Selby is in your place

4 Feb

These are my favourite bits of my flat.  I feel sick when I think about having to move out, except when our consumptive next door neighbour starts coughing/retching like he is going to drop dead any second; then I feel a little less attached.  I’m a bit embarrassed by the fact I own more beauty products than books, but never mind.

I watched this film on iPlayer earlier today, which is yet another example of my staggering lack of productivity when not absolutely forced to do things.  It is called Cockles and Muscles (cringe) and is perfectly enjoyable in a ‘French farce’ sort of way.

I also watched Chloe, mostly because Julianne Moore is a massive babe and can do no wrong in my eyes.  The plot is pretty shitty and predictable, but who cares when there’s a Julianne Moore/Amanda Seyfried (who will always be Karen from Mean Girls in my eyes) sex scene.

My friend Stevie (responsible for revealing my bum cheeks to the world) has started a blog, and as he studies fashion, has a DSLR and lives in London, it is bound to be a lot better than mine.

Mike’s parents are arriving tomorrow for a long weekend in Newcastle, and we are hoping, as long as the weather stops being so foul, to go on a jaunt somewhere.  I am rooting for either Cragside or Alnwick Castle, otherwise known as Hogwarts. All the amazing places around Northumberland make me really wish we had a car/that I could drive.  Until I was about nine, my mum and dad used to take me on holiday to Berwick-upon -Tweed every year (a combination of an apartment owned by my mum’s company and their unwillingness to take me abroad lead to its enduring appeal), so I am always quite excited to revisit places I sort of remember from my childhood.  However, if the wind and rain prevail, I will be more than happy with a nice meal and copious amounts of red wine.