Confetti Confessions

This is the first year where people I actually know, beyond a passing connection, are getting hitched and boy, there's a fair few of them. It's so weird, but I suppose you just kind of accept it. Some are older than me (though not by much!) but several are the same age, or younger. It seems 2011 is the year to get married.

Meating Out

Two days.
Three plates; four places; five faces.
It was aces.

Meal One: bean burrito with sweet potato fries and sparkling conversation

It was kind of peculiar but not in a pinpointable way. We met as arranged and I was scanned from head to toe, as if being seen for the first time. It's been a while. A short walk, a sit-down and few bites later, it was all flowing easily in a not entirely unexpected manner. No topic was left uncovered as we smoothly sailed through politics, sex, money, education and religion like a raspberry dream with a side of ice-cream. It was delightful. The afternoon was quite enjoyable and full of sunshine, with banter of blonde moments; a sighting of sequinned singers; a frisson of fabric and uncomplicated chatter of relationships, men, women, how the world is all beautifully - sometimes surprisingly - interconnected. We arrived at a general conclusion that many people are unfortunately terribly ignorant. Luckily, we are exempt...

XX III

It is a fact I am wont to forget, that while life at the moment has its downsides, at least I do not have to revise. I do not have to write a 40-60 page dissertation. I do not have to perform a 15 minute presentation. I do not have to pretend to read 75+ scientific papers. I do not have to spend 9 hours a day skipping between 2 windowless laboratories and a dingy computer room. I do not have to demonstrate my knowledge from the last 4 years to 3 strangers in 20 minutes. I do not have to sit in silence for 3 hours and answer 5 out of 6 questions. This is the first time in over 7 years that I do not have formal summer examinations. 

I wish good luck to those who still do. 

It's a beautiful birthday*

Flitterbox: The Little Mermaid ~ Under The Sea

*apart from the fact that blogger deleted this entry, so I had to type it all out again from memory. Grr.

Curriculum Vitae

Ficklety Bee

Age: nearly twenty-three

Destination: unknown

Experience

Maid

Perform typical domestic chores such as cooking, ironing, washing, cleaning and tidying the house, grocery shopping, walking the family dog, and generally taking care of mental and physical needs of the household members. This entails catering daily for three different dietary requirements and dealing with the relentless mess that is produced by a family.

Mediator

Frequently act as an adjudicator in disputes within the group. A part of this role involves a debrief with each party in which they let off steam about the other. Requires listening patiently and acknowledging problems, whilst trying to avoid further confrontation.

Mentor

A source of support for younger students and peers, offering help with tuition and advice on educational and social issues, including those involving friends and relationships.

Manager

Capable of sorting out everybody's life but my own, apparently.

Miscellaneous
Achieved a science degree once, but basically flirted my way through, so that's hardly worth mentioning.

 I also excel in the tea-and-cake-making department.

I can has job, plz?

Flitterbee: Mandy Moore ~ When Will My Life Begin

Sticky Threads

Flitterbox: Snow Patrol ~ Signal Fire

Steel Bites

Ever since I was little, I've been eating steel. You know those things you do without really giving a second thought? Rather than trying to face the fear of doing something, I get someone else to sort it out for me and  I swallow a bit of steel. Steel doesn't taste nice, it's a bit like guilt, regret and disappointment mixed into a bite-sized ball bearing, but in exchange, I get something I need or want so it kind of feels like it's worth it and I don't concern myself over the consequences it might have later down the line.

As I say, I've been eating small, controlled portions of steel for a while now and, as you should know, steel is magnetic. So, any time someone gives me a bit of steel, I will become more affected by their magnet. They are likely to be aware of this fact, but it's not deliberate and it's not malicious, it's just one of the common laws of science. From a simple viewpoint, it seems that the more steel I eat, the more rewards I get but it comes at the price, in that it's hard to detach myself from their field of influence. This inability to take control over my own position and pathway can be severely problematic and becomes worse the longer I let it go on.

Fishy Wishes

"If it were not for hopes, the heart would break."

In my experience, if a guy wants something from you, he'll go for it.

If he wants to kiss you, he'll try to do so. If he wants your number, he'll get it, if he wants you to have his, he'll give it. If he wants to go on a date with you he'll hint, he'll ask, he'll ask again. If he wants to spend time with you, he'll travel across the country for just an evening together, he'll rearrange his plans to make sure there's time, he'll be enthusiastic if you suggest meeting up.

In my experience, if he wants it, he'll make the move to get it.