Sunday, November 12, 2006

Alas, my muse hath deserted me.

Or, I just cannae write nuffing anymore. Don't know what's happened really - I just can't seem to focus on writing. Other stuff has taken it's place. Namely life and it's various hills and valleys. You see? The preceeding is not a good piece of writing. Sorry.

Haven't done anything with the photography either, except a couple at my graduation, and I was only in them - I didn't take them. Shockingly, even the cooking has gone AWOL. Well, I made choc-chip muffins for my lunch tomorrow, but other than than it's been fairly run of the mill. Oh, except the rather delicious carrot cake I made. Oh, and the choc espresso cake I made to take into work...I'm just contradicting myself here, aren't I?

Right, so, what's new? Well, work is fine. Not thrilling, but fine. And I'm having the same problem as Jen - I'm not motivated with the spending. Which is actually a good thing. I suppose. Just been up to the usual - coffee, cake, tottie-spotting, Edinburgh, cake...and so on.

My lack of motivation has inspired me to, er, get motivated. My copy of the Writers' and Artists' Yearbook will shortly be winging it's way towards me and I'm back on the hunt for media-related jobs. Plus, I'm trying to organise a wee photography trip somewhere with big bro as well. And I quite fancy have a go at snowboarding, too.So things will get a trifle more interesting. I hope.

Now, I'm going to and eat one of the aforementioned muffins. Well, I did make six...

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Congraduations to me

Well, I finally graduated. Three long, long years of work. Tears, tantrums, heartbreaks, laughs and strangeness. Essays on Transactional Analysis and lecturers who said, 'I reserve the right to tell you your work isn't good enough. I also reserve the right not to give you a reason why.'
And it's all over. Finished. Done with for good. And do you know, in spite of myself, I got a bit emotional.

Now, don't get me wrong here - I don't miss it. I really, truly don't. Most of it wasn't good. Some of it was too bad too articulate. But I worked bloody hard, and it's been a pretty damn bumpy three years too. You might say, it's end of an era, you might.

So. That's it. Question is, where now?

Sunday, November 05, 2006

I'm sorry, I haven't a clue

how to start this post. I haven't been in the mood to write much recently - too exhausted. *self-pity alert* These early starts are hard work. Work is ok - the people seem nice on the whole, and a couple I get on quite well with. One thing that I knew that has been reinforced is that I really need to get more confidence in myself and be better at sticking up for myself. There was a couple of mistakes made, which really weren't my fault - mis-communication or even just nothing to do with me, and yet I got so upset about them. I really, really need to develop a thicker skin. Something to work on.

What else have I missed? Ah yes, last weekend I went through to Edinburgh, and spent some quality time with some fabulous people. I meant to come back on Saturday night, but frankly, I couldn't be bothered. At 1.30am the doorbell went and Raey flew up squeaking with excitement. Turned out it was G's boyfriend who had driven all the way from Aberdeen to surprise her. And Raey had known all along. I must say, she is a bloody good actress - we didn't have a clue. So the evening was spent eating pizza, garlic bread and nachos and watching some truly, stonkingly, bad movies. Such as Halloween Pt. 344. Oops, sorry, I meant Halloween: Resurrection. Which played more like a comedy that a horror. Or Unconditional Love, which featured Kathy Bates singing and Rupert Everett in a blue sequin suit. Really, you have to see it to believe it. In fact, we did wonder if the pizza had contained some hallucinogen that Pizza Hut had failed to mention, it was that, er, interesting. I tried and failed to get some sleep, so in the end I watched quite a lot of News 24 and then a variety of interesting kids' tv, including an animation about a wee boy who couldn't speak, he just went 'boing boing' instead. On the whole, the weekend had a slightly surrealist touch about it.

I did nothing yesterday. I flumped and that's about it, really. Today, I really do have to get my bum in gear - I've got paperwork to fill out, job application to do, general tidying and I'm going to bake a cake to take to work in celebration of my graduation tomorrow night. Oh, and M and H are coming over for their tea, which I have to make as well. Better skidaddle.