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Finally got first ever tattoo, having only been talking about it for 15 years. Still getting my head around the idea that it's there ~forever~ (I don't ~do~ forever) and slightly worried it may be brighter than intended (still, I'd rather that than too pale) but I do love it all the same :-) Also, failed to be disowned by parents, which is nice. Already planning the next one (will probably involve magpies....)
That's also the first thing done off my 12-things-that-are-actually-14-things list for the year. Equally chuffed to have done one, and disappointed that by halfway through the year that's all I've achieved. (Some are taking longer than hoped - specifically the move-to-London ones, and some were slightly scuppered when I took up staircase diving as a hobby at Whitby, but still...) May have to investigate another charity firewalk, if I can find one within reach for a charity I support. As well as being another thing the list, and for a good cause, it would also be useful brain-therapy. Have realised I still don't fully trust my ankle, and keep putting off other things like running and snowboarding because of that. So a firewalk might prove to stupid-brain that ankle won't snap in two if I try to do anything more than walk briskly on it.
Stupid brain appears to be on the ascendancy right now. Body is in full scale meltdown with near constant bleeding, along with a nice side helping of continual tiredness, feeling cold and shivery even in a heatwave, alternating between being continually starving (and craving blood) and having zero appetite, and horrendous PMT that is only aptly named if the P stands for 'perpetual'. Brain is close to mush half the time, feeling both utterly broken and wanting to break everything and everyone (and not in a fun way). Keep having to resist turning round round and screaming abuse at people who bump past me in the street, or bursting into tears if they fail to hold a door open, and woe betide anyone I care about if they say something stupid like 'Hello' or 'How's it going?' Am now in the ridiculous position of both not wanting there to be anything wrong with me, and secretly hoping that there is just so they can Make It Stop. Ultrasound is 10 days away, then comes the wait for results...
Jobhunt has been impeded some what over the past week by both brain-melt-curl-up-in-a-corner-and-cry syndrome, and - ironically - lack of stress issues. Evil boss is on holiday right now,and just like Bagpuss, when he goes on holiday, we ~all get a holiday from him. Does take away some of the anger motivation though, which it turns out is quite important in getting through a full evening's jobhunting after a full day at work. (Although the lack of the usual cost of living wage rise this year is helping to balance that out tonight.)
Accidentally ended up sat in the middle of an acoustic guitar circle after book club last week. After an initial reaction of 'Aaaargh, they're going to do folk music at us - run away!' we stayed on due to Jacqui's determination to see the washboard being played. So glad we did - it was a most excellent evening. There was a guy with a case full of harmonicas and what appeared to be a metal acoustic guitar who played amazing blues stuff, and a guy who managed to get everyone in the pub singing, and a guy who swaggered in late with a 12-string on his back and started playing ACDC, and a woman with an amazing voice who sang a Dido cover that I actually liked... but the main thing was that everyone there seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves. There was even cake! I love randomness, and while the unexpected is usually easier to trip over in London, it's nice to be reminded that it exists in Leeds too. Am now tempted to wander back this week and see them again, but I can't help feel that would spoil it somehow - it was the random that made it special. So am also tempted to go sit somewhere else entirely, and see what happens. (Also, I want to play the acoustic guitar again. Of course. )
IRL interview questions:
What is your greatest strength?
The ability to wrap ideas in words and pin them to the page.
What is your greatest weakness?
The need to wrap everything in words and pin it down.
Writing notes to yourself on tiny pieces of paper is a great way to (a) make new and random friends in a pub and (b) get a seat all to yourself on a train.
Given recent LJ fail, I've been trying to back up my livejournal entries to Dreamwidth. (I've had a DW account for years and never actually touched it, so I ought to try and get some use out of it.) However the import keeps failing midway through. Don't know if this is DW fail, LJ fail, or sheer number of people trying to make back-ups given recent LJ fail. Either way, make have to seek other alternative.
Have a ridiculously busy couple of months coming up, for which I need to start organising things. However currently seem to be finding ways to make them even more insane...
Stuff.
Things.
etc.
That's also the first thing done off my 12-things-that-are-actually-14-things list for the year. Equally chuffed to have done one, and disappointed that by halfway through the year that's all I've achieved. (Some are taking longer than hoped - specifically the move-to-London ones, and some were slightly scuppered when I took up staircase diving as a hobby at Whitby, but still...) May have to investigate another charity firewalk, if I can find one within reach for a charity I support. As well as being another thing the list, and for a good cause, it would also be useful brain-therapy. Have realised I still don't fully trust my ankle, and keep putting off other things like running and snowboarding because of that. So a firewalk might prove to stupid-brain that ankle won't snap in two if I try to do anything more than walk briskly on it.
Stupid brain appears to be on the ascendancy right now. Body is in full scale meltdown with near constant bleeding, along with a nice side helping of continual tiredness, feeling cold and shivery even in a heatwave, alternating between being continually starving (and craving blood) and having zero appetite, and horrendous PMT that is only aptly named if the P stands for 'perpetual'. Brain is close to mush half the time, feeling both utterly broken and wanting to break everything and everyone (and not in a fun way). Keep having to resist turning round round and screaming abuse at people who bump past me in the street, or bursting into tears if they fail to hold a door open, and woe betide anyone I care about if they say something stupid like 'Hello' or 'How's it going?' Am now in the ridiculous position of both not wanting there to be anything wrong with me, and secretly hoping that there is just so they can Make It Stop. Ultrasound is 10 days away, then comes the wait for results...
Jobhunt has been impeded some what over the past week by both brain-melt-curl-up-in-a-corner-and-cry syndrome, and - ironically - lack of stress issues. Evil boss is on holiday right now,and just like Bagpuss, when he goes on holiday, we ~all get a holiday from him. Does take away some of the anger motivation though, which it turns out is quite important in getting through a full evening's jobhunting after a full day at work. (Although the lack of the usual cost of living wage rise this year is helping to balance that out tonight.)
Accidentally ended up sat in the middle of an acoustic guitar circle after book club last week. After an initial reaction of 'Aaaargh, they're going to do folk music at us - run away!' we stayed on due to Jacqui's determination to see the washboard being played. So glad we did - it was a most excellent evening. There was a guy with a case full of harmonicas and what appeared to be a metal acoustic guitar who played amazing blues stuff, and a guy who managed to get everyone in the pub singing, and a guy who swaggered in late with a 12-string on his back and started playing ACDC, and a woman with an amazing voice who sang a Dido cover that I actually liked... but the main thing was that everyone there seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves. There was even cake! I love randomness, and while the unexpected is usually easier to trip over in London, it's nice to be reminded that it exists in Leeds too. Am now tempted to wander back this week and see them again, but I can't help feel that would spoil it somehow - it was the random that made it special. So am also tempted to go sit somewhere else entirely, and see what happens. (Also, I want to play the acoustic guitar again. Of course. )
IRL interview questions:
What is your greatest strength?
The ability to wrap ideas in words and pin them to the page.
What is your greatest weakness?
The need to wrap everything in words and pin it down.
Writing notes to yourself on tiny pieces of paper is a great way to (a) make new and random friends in a pub and (b) get a seat all to yourself on a train.
Given recent LJ fail, I've been trying to back up my livejournal entries to Dreamwidth. (I've had a DW account for years and never actually touched it, so I ought to try and get some use out of it.) However the import keeps failing midway through. Don't know if this is DW fail, LJ fail, or sheer number of people trying to make back-ups given recent LJ fail. Either way, make have to seek other alternative.
Have a ridiculously busy couple of months coming up, for which I need to start organising things. However currently seem to be finding ways to make them even more insane...
Stuff.
Things.
etc.
