Oh! And brushing my teeth I remembered the part we forgot at the Christmas party:
Lead us not into temptation,
But deliver us from evil,
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory,
Now and forever.
Amen.
(If primary school gave me one thing, it was the ability to remember the Lord's Prayer :P)
Lucy
xxx
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
0
The Red Badge of Courage
I am so lazy and pretty disgusting right now - yesterday's make up is still smudged all over my face and I'm sitting in bed in pyjamas - eugh! I have got into a bad habit of almost forcing myself to stay in bed late: I wake up naturally at 8 or 9 yet it is still *too early* and I persist in dozing until 11 or so and waste my mornings! Really, it is because I don't have much to get up for (ha doesn't that sound melodramatic - it's not that bad!) and any socialising that does occur takes place at night, like the Oak Tree yesterday evening which was the usual raucous hilarity and catching-up, the usual wonderful night.
I may go out, perhaps with my sketchbook (something which is now crazily diminished. The drawings I did for London Secret Santa took up a whole page each - you wouldn't have guessed it from looking - and I wasted so much paper! It was going to be a little book but I ran out of time) or perhaps with my purse. It is this indecision that is framing my life completely at the moment: what to do in the daytime? what to spend my time and my money on? where to go for New Year?
Really I need to go and cash my cheque at the bank and do numerous other mundane things and make many decisions. And finish The Red Badge of Courage, which is so short but is taking a disproportionate amount of time to read. It follows my latest reading theme (they seem to creep up on me!): war.
Lucy
xxx
I may go out, perhaps with my sketchbook (something which is now crazily diminished. The drawings I did for London Secret Santa took up a whole page each - you wouldn't have guessed it from looking - and I wasted so much paper! It was going to be a little book but I ran out of time) or perhaps with my purse. It is this indecision that is framing my life completely at the moment: what to do in the daytime? what to spend my time and my money on? where to go for New Year?
Really I need to go and cash my cheque at the bank and do numerous other mundane things and make many decisions. And finish The Red Badge of Courage, which is so short but is taking a disproportionate amount of time to read. It follows my latest reading theme (they seem to creep up on me!): war.
Lucy
xxx
Saturday, 27 December 2008
0
More more more
My life is surely a life of miracles! After the amazing resurfacing of my Sims 2 (which is being played to death), the odd black lines that started covering my iPod screen a month or so after it was bought are just as oddly disappearing!
Yay!
Lucy
xxx
Yay!
Lucy
xxx
Friday, 26 December 2008
1
A list
Guys. Oh guys. You will never guess what happened. After so many months of heartache and depression and searching..my brother found Sims 2. No-one will ever understand the joy this brings.
I have thought of my New Year's Resolution too! To write longer blogs. And to get changed before midday, every day. Except today, because then I would have already failed before January.
And I was tempted to write a little recap of the year - just like you all will, you superior bloggers! - but I actually cannot remember my year, one little bit. I remember stupid stupid things, like what I was wearing at SexFest '08 (a green top and jeans - I wore my nice clothes out in Camden a day or two before, and I felt embarrassed when I got there because all the other girls had dressed up and looked beautiful and dark and my hair was wet! And my jeans were dirty)
I don't remember February.
I remember Josie's party in March and how I loved those shoes and that dress and those tights (which I ruined in November or December on a bus - I crossed my legs and put a hole through those tights with the heel of those shoes, and I told my next-door neighbour about it through the window).
And April and May and June happened, and I think in June I went to Germany and came back in July. In Germany I remember the stars, and talking half in German, half in English about how the constellations look better from the sea. I remember taking a walk with Adam around the campsite in the dark one night, talking about something like sci-fi, and then being denied that same walk with Raechel the night after. Oh and most of all I remember how happy it was to sit at dusk on a porch talking to Germans and Hungarians and people from my school and to be called out every now and again to help explain the word for leaches, or jealousy, or Man Points. And to watch people throw seaweed at each other and get covered in suspicious black stuff, and to watch people fall in love!
And when I went to May Ball and cut my feet open and witnessed the most beautiful sights of my life.
July I may have gone to Cyprus, or that may have been August. (The sea was beautiful and is my enduring memory.) And perhaps August or perhaps September we went to Reflex, before which I got dressed in 5 minutes.
September was my birthday, and I remember cutting my neck in the ghost tower and what I was wearing then, too, because I had to pull up my tights by the mill.
I remember moving to uni and being woken up by the girl who became one of my closest friends and the boy who I never really saw again. I remember sitting in the warmth and the darkness outside in a circle like hippies, and the next sober morning sitting in a similar circle talking about school and exams and what-did-you-get-in-your-A-Levels (which I have only just this second realised I have actually done..!). And I remember cramming in Pete's room, perching on edges of chairs and beds and cupboards. And all the time I probably should have been more nervous than I was.
October and November and December were the same. The joy of post, the laziness, the lectures, the clubs and pubs and bars, the pasta. And the visit from Dom that so surprised me and touched me, and how it ended in card fraud. Coming home to find the locks had changed and giggling to myself standing outside my front door in the dark with a useless key. Dunno what I was wearing then, except the red coat without any buttons (that someone in October or November thought was the intended style).
And monthless memories! My love-hate with Ben's, all the books I read (Was The Collector this year? It should be, because I want to mention it), amazing nights, good nights, extended normality, bad nights, and the worst evening ever. Exams ha, school!?
Receiving letters and Facebook comments and texts about Olbas Oil from Josie that got me through the days, falling out with Andy and then falling back in with Andy - continuing the cycle of our long, long friendship that so exasperates his girlfriend and my friend, texting Lou that I missed her when I was drunk, and receiving the same text back when she was drunk, realising mine and Katy's life will be the plot of Mamma Mia! and laughing about the past, Kelly, Leah and Leah who were eternally Kelly, Leah and Leah and who still laugh at my jokes at the Award's Night even after months. Laughing at my mother falling in love with Andy Shaw and Josie as a couple, and then smiling at my mother actually falling in love. Witnessing my brother growing taller than me, then watching him get his ear pierced and take up boxing. Knowing my brother is becoming a person.
Meeting Helen, who introduced me to a whole new type of music and made me laugh every day, meeting Jaye who understood me completely, meeting Anneka & Laura who should have always been Anneka & Laura, and who never fail to cheer you up. Meeting 'Next Door' who took us in at 3am when we were evacuated with no shoes, and who made our Fresher's what it was, and who go home with me when I get bored too early.
And London! And the people, again. Joshua who hosted the New Year I was at and took it half-naked into the street with pillows and champagne. And Emily who - despite months apart - I feel just picks up the conversation we left last time. And Saoirse of the good eyebrows who promised not to shoot me and hosted one of the best nights I've had for a while. And Robert who doesn't judge me when I drink too much. And Sanna who I always have been and always will be in awe of and who covered my dress in wine. And Abbi, who is wonderful and I feel that I must have surely known forever. And Tasha, who I can talk to about normal university and whose brother kills our jokes. And how they take me in, despite being so new and so tenuously linked!
And Dominic, again and still and as ever.
2008!
Lucy
xxx
I have thought of my New Year's Resolution too! To write longer blogs. And to get changed before midday, every day. Except today, because then I would have already failed before January.
And I was tempted to write a little recap of the year - just like you all will, you superior bloggers! - but I actually cannot remember my year, one little bit. I remember stupid stupid things, like what I was wearing at SexFest '08 (a green top and jeans - I wore my nice clothes out in Camden a day or two before, and I felt embarrassed when I got there because all the other girls had dressed up and looked beautiful and dark and my hair was wet! And my jeans were dirty)
I don't remember February.
I remember Josie's party in March and how I loved those shoes and that dress and those tights (which I ruined in November or December on a bus - I crossed my legs and put a hole through those tights with the heel of those shoes, and I told my next-door neighbour about it through the window).
And April and May and June happened, and I think in June I went to Germany and came back in July. In Germany I remember the stars, and talking half in German, half in English about how the constellations look better from the sea. I remember taking a walk with Adam around the campsite in the dark one night, talking about something like sci-fi, and then being denied that same walk with Raechel the night after. Oh and most of all I remember how happy it was to sit at dusk on a porch talking to Germans and Hungarians and people from my school and to be called out every now and again to help explain the word for leaches, or jealousy, or Man Points. And to watch people throw seaweed at each other and get covered in suspicious black stuff, and to watch people fall in love!
And when I went to May Ball and cut my feet open and witnessed the most beautiful sights of my life.
July I may have gone to Cyprus, or that may have been August. (The sea was beautiful and is my enduring memory.) And perhaps August or perhaps September we went to Reflex, before which I got dressed in 5 minutes.
September was my birthday, and I remember cutting my neck in the ghost tower and what I was wearing then, too, because I had to pull up my tights by the mill.
I remember moving to uni and being woken up by the girl who became one of my closest friends and the boy who I never really saw again. I remember sitting in the warmth and the darkness outside in a circle like hippies, and the next sober morning sitting in a similar circle talking about school and exams and what-did-you-get-in-your-A-Levels (which I have only just this second realised I have actually done..!). And I remember cramming in Pete's room, perching on edges of chairs and beds and cupboards. And all the time I probably should have been more nervous than I was.
October and November and December were the same. The joy of post, the laziness, the lectures, the clubs and pubs and bars, the pasta. And the visit from Dom that so surprised me and touched me, and how it ended in card fraud. Coming home to find the locks had changed and giggling to myself standing outside my front door in the dark with a useless key. Dunno what I was wearing then, except the red coat without any buttons (that someone in October or November thought was the intended style).
And monthless memories! My love-hate with Ben's, all the books I read (Was The Collector this year? It should be, because I want to mention it), amazing nights, good nights, extended normality, bad nights, and the worst evening ever. Exams ha, school!?
Receiving letters and Facebook comments and texts about Olbas Oil from Josie that got me through the days, falling out with Andy and then falling back in with Andy - continuing the cycle of our long, long friendship that so exasperates his girlfriend and my friend, texting Lou that I missed her when I was drunk, and receiving the same text back when she was drunk, realising mine and Katy's life will be the plot of Mamma Mia! and laughing about the past, Kelly, Leah and Leah who were eternally Kelly, Leah and Leah and who still laugh at my jokes at the Award's Night even after months. Laughing at my mother falling in love with Andy Shaw and Josie as a couple, and then smiling at my mother actually falling in love. Witnessing my brother growing taller than me, then watching him get his ear pierced and take up boxing. Knowing my brother is becoming a person.
Meeting Helen, who introduced me to a whole new type of music and made me laugh every day, meeting Jaye who understood me completely, meeting Anneka & Laura who should have always been Anneka & Laura, and who never fail to cheer you up. Meeting 'Next Door' who took us in at 3am when we were evacuated with no shoes, and who made our Fresher's what it was, and who go home with me when I get bored too early.
And London! And the people, again. Joshua who hosted the New Year I was at and took it half-naked into the street with pillows and champagne. And Emily who - despite months apart - I feel just picks up the conversation we left last time. And Saoirse of the good eyebrows who promised not to shoot me and hosted one of the best nights I've had for a while. And Robert who doesn't judge me when I drink too much. And Sanna who I always have been and always will be in awe of and who covered my dress in wine. And Abbi, who is wonderful and I feel that I must have surely known forever. And Tasha, who I can talk to about normal university and whose brother kills our jokes. And how they take me in, despite being so new and so tenuously linked!
And Dominic, again and still and as ever.
2008!
Lucy
xxx
Tuesday, 23 December 2008
0
Bad Memory
Oh! And I forgot to tell you, I saw a man with the most amazing facial tattoos and piercings. I was trying not to stare but it was incredibly difficult when I just wanted to bask in his amazingness!
Also, Miss Nibbs apparently told everyone I'd dropped Art History for Psychology..what?!
And finally, isn't 'Hello Lucy Mason. We have recommendations for you.' quite creepy?
Lucy
xxx
Also, Miss Nibbs apparently told everyone I'd dropped Art History for Psychology..what?!
And finally, isn't 'Hello Lucy Mason. We have recommendations for you.' quite creepy?
Lucy
xxx
Monday, 22 December 2008
1
Socialising
Ah so everyone's talking about the London Christmas party! It was fun, it really was, and despite all the laughing and the shouting and the drinking a special moment was when my little portraits were unwrapped and caused a vanity-boosting moment of softness. I was at a loss at how to react (I need to develop some kind of witty repertoire for these moments, a backlog of possible phrases!), but thank you.
So, stories from the night? I'm a reader not a writer so I won't try to relate anything that actually happened in any expectation of it being wildly interesting to read, but I must say my dress is almost ruined, and I may just have to dye it stale-red-wine-pink to make it even all over. I remember saying how a piece of clothing can last in my mother's possession for 30+ years and yet be totally and single-handedly destroyed by me in one night. Haha oops.
I am also uncharacteristically excited for Christmas! (although it may be excitement and happiness in general)
Lucy
xxx
So, stories from the night? I'm a reader not a writer so I won't try to relate anything that actually happened in any expectation of it being wildly interesting to read, but I must say my dress is almost ruined, and I may just have to dye it stale-red-wine-pink to make it even all over. I remember saying how a piece of clothing can last in my mother's possession for 30+ years and yet be totally and single-handedly destroyed by me in one night. Haha oops.
I am also uncharacteristically excited for Christmas! (although it may be excitement and happiness in general)
Lucy
xxx
Sunday, 14 December 2008
1
Carry on up the morning
How odd, I was sure it was only a couple of days since I'd last written on here...
I'm home! It feels weird, mostly good weird and a little tiny bit bad weird. In bed last night I started thinking of the little things I'd missed from home, and the little things I'm beginning to miss from uni and think they should be combined into a big superhome.
I must admit though despite loving being home with all my heart, it's way too quiet and I'm not enjoying being alone in the house all day. I have mixed feelings about my privacy. I have mixed feelings generally! And once again, Christmas is bypassing me.
Also, I have fallen in love with last.fm! How did I not find this earlier?! Yay for last.fm!
Lucy
xxx
I'm home! It feels weird, mostly good weird and a little tiny bit bad weird. In bed last night I started thinking of the little things I'd missed from home, and the little things I'm beginning to miss from uni and think they should be combined into a big superhome.
I must admit though despite loving being home with all my heart, it's way too quiet and I'm not enjoying being alone in the house all day. I have mixed feelings about my privacy. I have mixed feelings generally! And once again, Christmas is bypassing me.
Also, I have fallen in love with last.fm! How did I not find this earlier?! Yay for last.fm!
Lucy
xxx
Sunday, 7 December 2008
1
No title
Aww today we did our Secret Santa and Christmas meal Sunday and it was lovely lovely! We exchanged gifts and squealed and thanked and aww wowwed and then fell silent when the food came (not out of rudeness, understand, but out of desperation for something that can be legitimately eaten with gravy). Annd I have finished this surprisingly stressful portfolio task which, although it consisted entirely of listing facts, gave me no end of grief. It even led to me finding myself having a un-asked-for preview of next week's new, locked, un-hung exhibition in Brighton Art Gallery in search of a painting to look at. That was a bizarre moment, standing in a dim room surrounded by these ancient paintings propped up on foam. I'm still slightly bewildered as to how I actually ended up in there, and I didn't have the heart to say it wasn't really that useful..sorry!
Annd this time next week I'll be at home, and want to go see The Levellers at the Academy, and want to go to The Oak Tree, and want to watch Mamma Mia and eat Pringles.
Lucy
xxx
Annd this time next week I'll be at home, and want to go see The Levellers at the Academy, and want to go to The Oak Tree, and want to watch Mamma Mia and eat Pringles.
Lucy
xxx
Monday, 1 December 2008
1
Red/blue
Well I never! I've been browsing through a BBC feature on loneliness and such (not because I am feeling terribly isolated - quite the opposite! - but because this idea of going home to a meal-for-one and the corrupt influence of modern society is a bleak online trend at the moment) and my eyes were naturally drawn to an article on the North-south divide. Moving to the warmer climes and highly priced coastline for university has suddenly put who's from the North and who's from the South into a much sharper focus, particularly for those of us who suffer from an accent (see Josie's blog for what I mean). And, despite me shouting repeatedly and passionately that I am NOT a Northerner (although I have nothing against those who are), it seems according to a map by a Professor , I am indeed in the red! (And the red is bad)
So, if I count my true home as Birmingham, I am actually - wealth-wise, anyway - a Northerner. Better make some apologies.
Lucy
xxx
So, if I count my true home as Birmingham, I am actually - wealth-wise, anyway - a Northerner. Better make some apologies.
Lucy
xxx
