The Weekend Vice List.

Every weekend on my myspace blog (when I was more dedicated to the blogging process) I would post my weekend "vices". I wanted my readers to know what was on my hot list.


* Ludovico Einaudi ; An amazing pianist and composer. Just astounding, and his music rocks me to my very core. I've been listening to three of his albums, the most current being "Nightbook". Also, "Una Mattina" and "Divenire". I wouldn't say I am in to Classical a great deal. My Grandfather was a pianist and a conductor (his greatest moment was conducting at the Royal Albert Hall here in London). His profession was music, his love and passion. In the summer when we visited my grandparents, he would sneak off the same time every night and would play for 2 solid hours. I take great comfort in Einaudis music because it brings back the memories of sitting on the stairs and listening to my grandfather play.

* Transformers 2 : Revenge of the fallen ; Ever since the first film I have been seriously anticipating the second. I am a HUGE nerd for anything technological or anything with mind blowing special effects. I think this film seriously delivers on both these levels. Plus, c'mon, Megan Fox. HELLO!!!

Hope your weekend was full of great things too. x

The Short & Boring Post.

I seriously sit thinking, I haven't written in a few days. Maybe ... Uh. Uh. WHAT DO I TELL YOU?

Work. Really, I am starting to find my feet and hopefully am fitting in. I am really working my arse off and seem to be doing very well. I think that it helps that I love my job with this firey, over enthusiastic passion. You should see me race round that dispensary. Oh it is love. And it is something I will continue to love for as long as I am doing it.

life. Of late I've really been inspired by certain things that have ignited a longing to create. A website, write .... Some ideas in the boiling pot, but I don't know. Watch this space?

<3

The Comeback Kid.

Here I am. I think, though, that I am sending this message out in to the internet atmosphere, where no one will know, neither care. But I am here, I am blogging. Its been since May, when my Macbooks fan decided to pack up and stop working properly, but now? Now it seems to be running with no hint of a problem. There is a serious amount of WTF. I don't think that is the problem solved, at all. I expect it to throw another shit fit and stop working again. So .. I start writing, again.

The Constant Booing.

Yup. Title is a bit, "has she been drinking again?", and why yes, yes I have. I have all of this stored venom running through my veins and it is wanting to surface in a very undignified manner.

"Even if you're constantly unhappy, no one wants to know, you become the person that people want to avoid".

Sad, but very true. To blog or not to blog? Where is that line drawn? When do I restrain my nagging thoughts and stop them appearing before your very eyes? Family drama, life drama, DRAMA. It happens, thats life. So many things to tell, and so many reasons not to tell them.

One light at the end of the tunnel ... My job is amazing. Love. The end.

The Night Shift.

For the last 2 weeks of me being signed off, I have done nothing but sleep. My mattress, so warm, so inviting, had fused itself to my very being and would not let go. It really annoys me that my chronic fatigue ruins perfectly gorgeous days full of sunshine and happiness, for one of silent darkness and my room shaking snores. I know I said I'd "do stuff" this week, but after the death of my Uncle my energy was utterly zapped, letting the grief take over. So now, it's 1:24AM, my body showing no signs of needing sleep, yet my brain fully engaged wanting me to imprint my thoughts on the i-webs. So here I am. Not just me though, me and my two feline companions. Both of which are ripping the crap out of a wicker basket that holds their toys.

Tomorrow is a new day, folks. Tomorrow is a new day.

Then Darkness Comes.

This is a hard post for me to write. Sometimes, even the bad things should be noted. 

I got a phone call this morning from my Mother, I knew it was bad news when she asked if Jamie (fiance) was with me. I have been expecting this call for nearly two weeks now. Her younger brother had passed away from a serious infection. Even though I knew this was coming it still didn't make it any easier. He was 41.

{Squee.}

Ok,

Sat in bed, Jess (Cat) to right of me. I have a hoodie on, over that a large fluffy type dressing gown. My flat is a mess, but I can't be bothered to clean. I've been signed off work with stress by the doctor and things are just ... Well, even in words its an undescirbeable blankness. My mind is just *meh*. So, I have one more week, this is the "I WILL DO LOTS OF STUFF AND ENJOY IT" week. It shall be interesting. 

I need to tweak this interface a wee bit more ...