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Sunday, July 31, 2005

Lost Times

It was almost a lazy day today, but I semi-rearranged my room so I did do something.

I'm being picked up for the cinema in about 10 minutes, so really I should be eating my dinner and sorting myself out, not blogging. But oh well.

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory though! Hurrah. I have been waiting for this ever since the project was first announced (actually, probably about five years ago now). I'm hoping it is ace-as-base, and I already have it on authority that it is quite snazztacular.

Saying words like 'snazztacular', really makes me think of Liz. I miss her sometimes. I wish we hadn't drifted apart like we had, because we had some such fun times together. It's a shame, but too late to rekindle the friendship now. She's off to Uni in September and it would have been too awkward anyway.

I hope that however her life is now, she is happy. But, to be honest, I believe she is probably just as lonely as I am.

Saturday, July 30, 2005

Holiday In Scotland

Well, after a week's absence, I have returned from Eyemouth in lovely Scotland (not that anybody reads this to even notice I'm gone, anyway *sniff*).

I successfully managed to spend ALL of the money I had been saving in my box for the past six months, and I'm glad that I did. Overall, the holiday was great; loads to do, lots bought and tonnes of memories made. The cottage itself was lovely and we just did not want to leave.


On one of the first few days, we visited Banburgh Castle which was just stunning.
The castle itself was full of beautiful antiques and bits-and-bobbery - all the traditional castle stuff like suits of armour, paintings, swords, etc that never seemed to have been in any of the previous castles I've visited.
On the same day we went over to Lindisfarne, which is a tidal island connected to the mainland by a causeway. Twice a day it's cut off by the tide, forming it into a completely solitary island. Anyway, that was nice to walk around, even though it cost £3.60 to walk around a crappy little church ruin... (which, needless to say, we did not pay)



Matt and I successfully managed to not get on each other's tits throughout the week. Good news, of course. He even finally bought me the Random Gift that I had been complaining about for so long.
On another day we headed down to a Honey Farm (curse you, Pot-a-Doodle-Doo!) which was surprisingly great fun. They had a Cafe-Bus. A CAFE-BUS, people. As well as a 'vintage vehicle museum', which - to be honest - just really consisted of some old cars and junk in somebody's back yard, but that doesn't mean to say it still wasn't fun.

We especially enjoyed the double-decker London bus. For some reason, it was amazingly exciting to go inside it, even though getting the number 33 Arriva bus to Telford Town Centre is hardly the same mind-boggingly joyous experience.
On the next day we went to Edinburgh, which was my highlight of the entire holiday. We paid a visit to the Dungeon, which was insane and fun and did a little shopping. It then started to rain rain rain and me and Matt had to basically run through the streets of Edinburgh chasing a bus (me and flip flops - of course, never in prepared attire).



All in all, it was a great week. Add in random memories of Cliff Richard, Big Davey Bop, rabbits, the Fat Man, boom bats, etc - and there it all is.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

WikiWiki

I just love Wikipedia . I love that it includes information on pretty much everything I could ever think of. I love that it fills my boring days. I love that it gives me new fascinating facts to bore people with.

Today, I have learnt:

  • That 'Lost In Space' jumped the shark when aliens started arriving on pirate ships and in travelling circuses.
  • Erinsborough, the fictional town in 'Neighbours', is a pseudo-anagram of the show's title.
  • 'Moomins' were trolls, not hippos.
  • 'Kilroy was here' still confuses me.
  • Some people belive that JD Salinger's novel 'The Catcher In The Rye' is actually a mind control tool used by the CIA and FBI.

Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Snap-Not-So-Happy

My camera is so unreliable, I don't even know if I will take it to Scotland with me. Well, I retract that, I probably will take it but as well as a backup throwaway one too. The quality I can live with, but the thing that most pisses me off is the fact that it doesn't photograph what I see in the viewfinder - it seems to cut most off. Perhaps it is my eyes or the fact that it is simply a cheap pile of crap, but it is quite inconvenient.

Not so great if I plan on capturing Nessie, then.

Here are some that managed to come out not-too-bad today:


Good ol' Polly striking her usual rabbitesque pose.




The obligatory flower shot.




He loves it.




Finally, Moggie and my feet. Oh yes. You want us.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Baby Beluga

I had a dream last night about beluga whales and now I just love them.


Stephano is here today with his new car. Oh how they grow.

Sunday, July 17, 2005

Swiss Family Robinson - it ain't right

I'm watching Disney's 1960 family 'frolic' Swiss Family Robinson on BBC1 and the political incorrectness of it all is disturbing me.

Blah blah blah, deserted island, shipwrecked, pirates, riding ostriches, etc - you get the jist (Oh god. The animal cruelty. A monkey riding a rotweiller. A rotweiller. Also the aforementioned ostrich riding, plus many more cruel scenes that would have no doubt been hilarious, gosh darn it, in 1960 but just not so now. Walt, it's just not right.)

But my main problem is the sexual tension between two of the Robinson brothers and a girl. Now, I am just guessing at the ages of the brothers but I reckon the youngest is supposedly sixteen and the oldest perhaps in his early twenties. On their way to New Guinea, the poor horny lads discuss whether or not they will meet any girls their own ages at their destination. And, nudge-nudge wink-wink, they exclaim in a fit of laughter that "By the time we get there we won't care HOW old they are!!" Ho ho ho, those young lads and there willingness to defile females from 3 to 93, sure is wholesome and sweet, Mr Disney!

Then, as luck would have it, they do stumble across a girl who is dressed as a boy in order to fool the pirates (girls, be ashamed of you genitalia!) and - ooh - the tension mounts (cue distasteful jokes regarding erect tent poles). My problem here is that the girl is fourteen. Now, I know it was the 'olden days' and all, but still - that's no excuse for that creepy boyish scuffle-cum-pseudo rape scene (no pun intended, yeech).

And don't tell me that I'm looking too far into it, as I've just read that the younger brother was subsequently fired by Disney for being gay. Mmmmhmmm. No doubt creepy scenes with a fourteen year old girl dressed as a boy contributed to that.

Oh, and Swiss? Swiss my arse. Half are Brits and half are Yanks, but there is not a Swiss in sight.

And now the formally childish fourteen year old girl has magically sprouted a rack and is sporting a just lovely corsetted dress. Oh, and she's getting it on with the 20-odd year old brother.

Get your hand off her arse, you dirty old man.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

Peggy Sue

I've made a peg bag.

Yes, it's really getting that desperate now.

Friday, July 15, 2005

To Me, To You

God, they really do put some fantastic crap on CBBC. But, when I think back, it's always been that stupid - and so stupid that it is in fact quite entertaining.
After all, CBBC did bring us the Chuckle Brothers:

It's been another boring day here (hence the desperate attempt at content in the form of the Chuckle Brothers) and I've pretty much just watched daytime television. Oh, there are some hidden gems out there, some hidden gems...

Oh, wow, the Newsround presenter has the same name as me. Well, good lord that is just thrilling.

*sigh*

I'm in total need of a life-shaped thing here.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

No Soundage

I finally resorted to having my computer fixed, hence the blogger absence of late. No more crashing, no more having to leave it on overnight and an extra hard drive too. The only problem being that the soundcard doesn't seem to want to be working at the moment. Bugger.

It is just far too hot at the moment.

Oh GOOD GOD. The silence is killing me. I NEED to fix the sound on this thing, else I am going to go insane.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Bodies Bodies

Sometimes, I feel as though I could proclaim myself to be a self-assured/feminist/strong-minded/individual woman until the cows come home, yet still those teeny weeny insecurities would be whispering themselves into my head. I do not feel I am as insecure as most, especially as the average 18 year old girl, but still at times I look in the mirror and think oh, I just wish I didn't have such a blah blah of a blah blah or am I the only person who hates their blah blah so much?.

So, introducing, Ms Violet's Self-Pitying List Of Problems With Her Body:


  • I have problems with my eyebrows. I look at all these perfect eyebrows, and I can't help feel that I more resemble a certain Muppet. Okay, well I don't exactly have a monobrow, but they do seem bushier than most.
  • According to my BMI, I am very slightly underweight. Fatties feel it is appropriate to bitch me about this as, according to them, skinny people are emotionless robots who no doubt have no feelings. Piss off.
  • I have ugly feet. My toes are unnaturally long and hairy, and at times I can definitely see bunions rearing their ugly heads. Thanks for those buggers, mother dear.
  • I have a big ol' broken nose, which makes me feel ill as a bill when I see photographs of my side profile.
  • My posture is terrible. I always seem to be lurching over myself like some goddamn crooked old lady and, apparently, this has also caused me to gain a double chin.
  • I'm pale. And it ain't mysterious, buddy.
  • My boobs are too big for the rest of my tiny frame. And I worry that in the future I will have some ugly, saggy, old-lady breasts.

Well, I'm sure I've painted a pretty as hell picture of myself there (note to self: do NOT type "ugly woman" into Google Image Search. Good lord, there are some less-than-blessed folk out there). Actually, to be honest, I'm not that bad.

So now, introducing, Ms Violet's Self-Praising List Of Great Things About Her Body:

  • Who wants ugly drawn-on eyebrows, anyway? Brooke Shields, Audrey Hepburn, etc all have individual looking brows that add to their beauty. All I have to do is shape them a little and hey - even Bert could look sexy with a little plucking.
  • So, I'm a couple of pounds underweight - big bleedin' deal. I eat well and I've grown to love my tiny waist. In fact, I've noticed that I'm finally growing some womanly hips, which make me look slightly less stick-esque. And, you know, at least I'm not fat.
  • Nobody looks at my feet anyway and they are a nice size and it'll be years until my bunion starts to really grow anyway.
  • Okay, so my nose is broken and there's not a lot I can do it. So, I will embrace it; it gives me character and an interesting story to tell (sister whacked me on the nose with a magnifying glass when I was about 11. See. Told you it was interesting.)
  • I can change my posture as it's just a matter of getting into the habit of standing properly. But, like, you know, I just can't be arsed right now.
  • I can always tan, if I hate my pale skin so much. But, when I think about it, pale skin really can be beautiful.
  • Damn it girl, you have nice big boobs! I can't really complain, when I think about it. There are women out there that would die (or pay a lot of money) for 34D breasts on a slim body like mine. And you know what? I like how they look in little tops. There - I said it.

So, it's not all bad. After all, I could be fat.


One Bloody Eye

Yesterday, I found a one-eyed frog in the garden.

Our seemingly crappy little pond has turned out to be quite the ecosystem of late and so I was frog-watching, when this little guy sitting on a lily pad caught my attention. Now usually when I find a frog they tend to jump away when I get closer or inadvertedly make a noise or movement, but this froggie-woggie just stayed still. So, I got a bit closer to investigate, when I saw that - by golly, Miss Molly - he only had ONE eye!

For some reason, this absolutely fascinated me and I proceeded to snap away with my famously shite camera (no flash! peh!).
Sadly, the photos did not quite capture my bizarre disabled buddy in his full glory, but this is the best I could do:



Then, when researching one-eyed frogs (good god, I need to get out more), I discovered that the story of another similarly cyclopian frog had made the news in Wisconsin in 2003.

Oh, imagine the media frenzy if I, too, were to call the local newspapers about my special find! The money! The glory! The revenue from froggie's own bloody annoying ring tone! But, luckily, I respect the privacy of my mono-eyed chum far too much to take advantage in such a manner. But oh! Imagine the fame...






NB: Ms. Violet is slowly losing her mind. She needs friends, hobbies, to get out more and to stay away from deformed amphibians.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

London.

I'm still shocked by the news today. I think there's always been this unspoken feeling that it just wouldn't happen in the UK, but now terrorists have finally attacked us too.

My initial feeling was anger that the G8 Summit would be completely ruined and that all the efforts - the protests, Live 8 events, etc - would have been wasted, but it appears that Blair is trying his hardest to make ensure that these events do not affect the meeting. But it seems a bit late for that now.

My computer has been messing me about today and not loading, which has been most frustrating as I have had to rely on television news as opposed to the internet. Thank God for the beeb though.

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Domestic Goddess

Oh no. Yesterday I missed an entry in this blog for the first time so far. Now I feel as though I am already slacking.

Today I have been cleaning and picking strawberries amd collecting lavender and other cute domestic chores. I've been getting a bit lazy over these past couple of weeks (even more so than usual, if that's even possible), and so I need to get back to keeping this house relatively tidy.

I really want this, as it is too cool for words. I will probably end up with something much less flashy though. Christmas maybe though... Oh, mother dear...

And, while I'm on the subject of lovely eBay, I've just found this gorgeous picture. Not a bad price either.

Monday, July 04, 2005

Aminata Palmer

What an absolutely beautiful child, and only 11 years old. I must admit, I did cry after watching that video.

It's inspiring that even those surrounded by the most horrendous conditions on Earth, can be the most profound, compassionate and intelligent people.

I just sincerly, sincerly hope that something will be done at the G8 summit to help little girls like her. Capitalism has caused so much greed and horror on this planet, that it is about time that something was given back.

Sunday, July 03, 2005

Ghost From A Wishing Well

Matt and I stayed over at mom's this weekend to help Stephan clean the loft above the garage. We didn't really do that much work on it and - to be honest - I think he only wanted us to help since he is scared of spiders. The arachnophobe gene in our family must have just skipped me, as it seems I am the only one who isn't bothered by them whatsoever.

Hopefully I'll be going down again next weekend, as a Druid priest is coming to visit and mom has asked if I'd like to meet him. The last time I met a priest of this particular variety was a fairly surreal moment to say the least, so it goes without saying that I am quite looking forward to this encounter.

Thank god for my mom reminding me that interesting people are out there and are accesible. Sometimes it seems as though I will be stuck in The Town Of Clones forever. I'm so glad I have a mother who is not a frustrated old housewife, stuck at home and taking her own annoyances out on those around her. There are far too many of them about and - frankly - they are boring as hell. Nobody forces you to stay at home once your children have grown up, so there is really no excuse for it. Blah.

I think I need to start writing more. Today, mom described me to someone as a "poetess" and I instantly felt quite guilty and undeserving of such a title. I haven't even thought about writing anything in ages, never mind actually constructing a halfway decent poem. Perhaps it is writer's block... or perhaps laziness. More likely the latter - isn't it always? I need to get back into it because I do worry that a lack of formal education is going to make my brain stagnate. So I need to write write write. But... what? I know that if I put a pen in my hand and sit down then no inspiration will come to me, so why bother? Or am I being defeatist again?

Friday, July 01, 2005

Marriage Is Unnatural

You scored as alternative. You're partially respected for being an individual in a conformist world yet others take you as a radical. You have no place in society because you choose not to belong there - you're the luckiest of them all, even if your parents are completely ashamed of you. Just don't take drugs ok?

alternative

83%

Middle Class

63%

Lower Class

50%

Upper middle Class

50%

Luxurious Upper Class

13%

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And if a quiz says it's true then it just must be.

I'm going to mom's tomorrow, albeit alone and on the train. It's a bugger, but thae way it is.

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