Recent blog post from Alice.
Makes you want to stop whining about crap!
Wednesday 29 February 2012
Saturday 25 February 2012
Oh my GAD
GAD-7
You scored 6 out of 21.Mild anxiety
Taking the GAD-7 test regularly will help you monitor you anxiety over time. Don't forget to return and do the test in 2-3 weeks time, you can of course take the test more often if you wish to.
This before, was 20 odd.
YAAY
PHQ-9
You scored 5 out of 27.Mild depression
Taking the PHQ-9 test regularly will help you monitor you mood over time. Don't forget to return and do the test in 2-3 weeks time, you can of course take the test more often if you wish to.
Before, this was in the 20s.
Wednesday 22 February 2012
Monday 20 February 2012
Awesome weekend
Last night I went to bed with a big smile of my face and ready for another week of anything possible. Finally, I feel like I am really enjoying things now and there isn't this stupid voice going la la la in my head, wittering on about 'arse' (a lot of thoughts yet nothing productive).
That is what I have decided to call it. Arse.
I've had longer hours, more things to do at work and loved it. I've been writing, having meetings about some freelance volunteer writing, and now my creative course is finished I'll have more time on Saturdays to explore and visit anything I want. I've even been sorting out house bills e.t.c for the flat I've moved into with my friend, and, as scary as the prices are it's all worth it because it's a nice place, great company and for me-it is home.
Yesterday, my house mate Hazal and I took a walk around Brixton market and village. I fell in love. The place is filled with cute cafes/restaurants, it has a cupcake shop, sweetshop, vintage shops and wicked fish markets/delis. Brixton really feels like a hidden gem in that sense, you get there and think there might not be much there, but it's just hidden down side roads or undercover in the village!
I'm hoping I'll get more opportunities to write reviews on places for my freelance writing. It's for a website called http://www.theculturalexpose.co.uk/tag/hollie-hines/. It's a great friendly website filled with great motivation to go out and explore, crediting the user as an 'urban adventurer'. Please take a look and tell people about it if you ever need a certain something to see, hear, eat, or somewhere to go in London. I found this piece on there today, (see link above). It's something that I wrote last June when things were very fuzzy. I was told to write back after I'd had more experience with creative writing. What I didn't know, was that this piece was published October last year. Most isn't my words, but the parts which I suggested in June have been used-I know it's small, but it really means a lot to me that the parts most like my personality where used in this case (plus in my nerdy way, it's pretty cool to have your name on a website). It's some steps forward to having something published, my goal is to have something published which hasn't had too much editing. In this case there was, but it's a start and because of this piece, well I emailed back again this year, asked for another chance and I was given it (largely based on the fact I emailed a second time round) and I got more opportunities from it. Thank you cultural expose, not many opportunities like this are around for those keen to write, and experience it in this form. For me, it's wicked. Hopefully this page will fill up sometime soon with more of my work. If not, slap me silly- I better come up with something else to fill my time!
I need to make sure I give myself more time to blog, because i've really missed it. Instead I've been putting my energy into my creative writing, certain pieces I have feedback for which I'd like to edit into the work. I think studying something for 6 weeks, for £89 is amazing. It gives you a chance to flavour a new world of learning, for a price which isn't going to kill you. Some courses are over a year for at least £500. I don't think you need a whole year to be taught how to write. If you want to write, just write, and of course read as much as you'd like along the way.
For me, I've realised that perhaps I'm not the most enthusiastic novelist. I mean, I find it hard enough to read a whole book now (something I was better at as a kid), because as I've got older I'm much fussier towards what I want to read about. Once something is written, it becomes dated, these days I'm much more interested in hearing about now; fast fast fast, learning learning learning, about people and places and getting out there and experiencing. I'd rather write for magazine, website and of course where it started for me, blogs. You could say it's a shame that sitting down with a book makes me restless. I am a obsessive compulsive multitasker where my brain works like a slot machine and everything must flow, in place. I read whilst travelling, I read whilst listening to music, eating breakfast, in between getting ready I check my emails. I like to keep busy and this holds my motivation and enthusiasm. I just crave more as it's when I feel my best. If you asked me to the cinema, well, I'd say, ermmmm, because even the thought makes me want to go for a run. I'm a bit of a nightmare, but with this I think comes the best ideas for development and drive for adventure. Who would ever want to stop?!...
I'm my own worst enemy, but I kind of like it ;)
After a year, I really feel like myself again and the disappointment is getting less.
Can I get a 'whoop whoop!?'...Yeahhh, I just can't pass that kind of 'cool' off.
That is what I have decided to call it. Arse.
I've had longer hours, more things to do at work and loved it. I've been writing, having meetings about some freelance volunteer writing, and now my creative course is finished I'll have more time on Saturdays to explore and visit anything I want. I've even been sorting out house bills e.t.c for the flat I've moved into with my friend, and, as scary as the prices are it's all worth it because it's a nice place, great company and for me-it is home.
Yesterday, my house mate Hazal and I took a walk around Brixton market and village. I fell in love. The place is filled with cute cafes/restaurants, it has a cupcake shop, sweetshop, vintage shops and wicked fish markets/delis. Brixton really feels like a hidden gem in that sense, you get there and think there might not be much there, but it's just hidden down side roads or undercover in the village!
I'm hoping I'll get more opportunities to write reviews on places for my freelance writing. It's for a website called http://www.theculturalexpose.co.uk/tag/hollie-hines/. It's a great friendly website filled with great motivation to go out and explore, crediting the user as an 'urban adventurer'. Please take a look and tell people about it if you ever need a certain something to see, hear, eat, or somewhere to go in London. I found this piece on there today, (see link above). It's something that I wrote last June when things were very fuzzy. I was told to write back after I'd had more experience with creative writing. What I didn't know, was that this piece was published October last year. Most isn't my words, but the parts which I suggested in June have been used-I know it's small, but it really means a lot to me that the parts most like my personality where used in this case (plus in my nerdy way, it's pretty cool to have your name on a website). It's some steps forward to having something published, my goal is to have something published which hasn't had too much editing. In this case there was, but it's a start and because of this piece, well I emailed back again this year, asked for another chance and I was given it (largely based on the fact I emailed a second time round) and I got more opportunities from it. Thank you cultural expose, not many opportunities like this are around for those keen to write, and experience it in this form. For me, it's wicked. Hopefully this page will fill up sometime soon with more of my work. If not, slap me silly- I better come up with something else to fill my time!
I need to make sure I give myself more time to blog, because i've really missed it. Instead I've been putting my energy into my creative writing, certain pieces I have feedback for which I'd like to edit into the work. I think studying something for 6 weeks, for £89 is amazing. It gives you a chance to flavour a new world of learning, for a price which isn't going to kill you. Some courses are over a year for at least £500. I don't think you need a whole year to be taught how to write. If you want to write, just write, and of course read as much as you'd like along the way.
For me, I've realised that perhaps I'm not the most enthusiastic novelist. I mean, I find it hard enough to read a whole book now (something I was better at as a kid), because as I've got older I'm much fussier towards what I want to read about. Once something is written, it becomes dated, these days I'm much more interested in hearing about now; fast fast fast, learning learning learning, about people and places and getting out there and experiencing. I'd rather write for magazine, website and of course where it started for me, blogs. You could say it's a shame that sitting down with a book makes me restless. I am a obsessive compulsive multitasker where my brain works like a slot machine and everything must flow, in place. I read whilst travelling, I read whilst listening to music, eating breakfast, in between getting ready I check my emails. I like to keep busy and this holds my motivation and enthusiasm. I just crave more as it's when I feel my best. If you asked me to the cinema, well, I'd say, ermmmm, because even the thought makes me want to go for a run. I'm a bit of a nightmare, but with this I think comes the best ideas for development and drive for adventure. Who would ever want to stop?!...
I'm my own worst enemy, but I kind of like it ;)
After a year, I really feel like myself again and the disappointment is getting less.
Can I get a 'whoop whoop!?'...Yeahhh, I just can't pass that kind of 'cool' off.
Friday 17 February 2012
Tuesday 14 February 2012
Cutting a third of your posts
Interesting article from Andrew Sullivan, Salon.com have cut their posts by a third and gained more readers.
It's an argument I can't yet decide on, but then again I don't have to.
It's an argument I can't yet decide on, but then again I don't have to.
Monday 13 February 2012
A fuck off reminder
Another fuck off reminder for depression and all other life miseries we put up with. At least we have our life and ourselves to say, fuck this i'm going to live and enjoy it- we don't know 'the end' is just around the corner, it's different for some.
Saturday 4 February 2012
An old blog post about writing
I love this.
I should get a shower soon. I need to pee and my legs ache from being crossed legged for too long. But i'm enjoying this James Holden mix and writing and researching and being me.
I should get a shower soon. I need to pee and my legs ache from being crossed legged for too long. But i'm enjoying this James Holden mix and writing and researching and being me.
Do you want to see my Saturday morning regular?
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This is a typical Saturday morning for me. Breakfast, bed, laptop, some show or blog to read. I prioritise my kitty mug to use for coffee-my cousin Emma bought me this for moving into my flat last year :) It's the perfect mug for coffee. I scoffed the pastries down with apricot jam, OJ, black coffee and even a muller cherry yogurt, with blueberries. I probably shouldn't have had the coffee as it affects iron absorption and I had plenty of vitamin C to encourage it, but like I've said already today there are times when you just need not think too much about it, and just be. Not the most healthiest, but I blimmin' enjoyed it!!! Breakfast is my favourite meal of the day :) I love mornings!!!
Sync
Creative writing session four at 2pm today.
My stupid self is saying stay in bed and avoid it because you can't work out how you feel.
Fuck that.
I'm going to pull my ass out of bed at 12. Get showered, dressed, play some music and feel the fresh ice air on the way to Liverpool Street Station. I haven't bothered writing anything this week for today, even though I suggested I may last week. I've got a battle going on with how much personal writing I really want to make. Of course, all writing is personal, but those in the course might not realise I'm writing because it helps me deal with a lot of things. So, clearly I am avoiding being judged, a fear, I'm avoiding a fear but really I'm feeling fear by avoiding writing! Div.
I'm also craving something I shouldn't have because I'm so RUBBISH at getting things out. There have been studies where drug substances help post traumatic stress disorder for those back from army trips, to let out their experience and fears. A way to induce the trapped. I think that seems to be my issue, there is always something in my head going 'arghhhh la la la I want to get out and go rarrrrrr' but it never really gets out properly. Silly self. I do my head in. There's always some sort of mad energy in me which is quite indescribable and awesome and kind of inhibiting too. It's almost like your brain doesn't ever shut up and everything you see there is a process where your brain connects and registers and updates you on everything whether it's a memory, an acknowledgement or counting particular objects. Just fast fast fast all the time. I think for me, that's why music and dancing, well they don't mellow it out, they just sync with it and it all makes sense. It's like a POW and done. I'm complete. It's what writing feels too and I've not had this feeling about anything ever in my whole life. An inhibitor making sense. Tooshay.
My stupid self is saying stay in bed and avoid it because you can't work out how you feel.
Fuck that.
I'm going to pull my ass out of bed at 12. Get showered, dressed, play some music and feel the fresh ice air on the way to Liverpool Street Station. I haven't bothered writing anything this week for today, even though I suggested I may last week. I've got a battle going on with how much personal writing I really want to make. Of course, all writing is personal, but those in the course might not realise I'm writing because it helps me deal with a lot of things. So, clearly I am avoiding being judged, a fear, I'm avoiding a fear but really I'm feeling fear by avoiding writing! Div.
I'm also craving something I shouldn't have because I'm so RUBBISH at getting things out. There have been studies where drug substances help post traumatic stress disorder for those back from army trips, to let out their experience and fears. A way to induce the trapped. I think that seems to be my issue, there is always something in my head going 'arghhhh la la la I want to get out and go rarrrrrr' but it never really gets out properly. Silly self. I do my head in. There's always some sort of mad energy in me which is quite indescribable and awesome and kind of inhibiting too. It's almost like your brain doesn't ever shut up and everything you see there is a process where your brain connects and registers and updates you on everything whether it's a memory, an acknowledgement or counting particular objects. Just fast fast fast all the time. I think for me, that's why music and dancing, well they don't mellow it out, they just sync with it and it all makes sense. It's like a POW and done. I'm complete. It's what writing feels too and I've not had this feeling about anything ever in my whole life. An inhibitor making sense. Tooshay.
In need of release
Seeing as I'm too numb to cry, you could say it's being in shock, I will write and blast my head with music. I love my headphones, they are like ear muffs and I love how my hair goes behind them as it's longer now.
I forgot what this nervous was, though It's not as bad as it has been, today. I find it strange this notion that If I move or do anything out of the 'safe place' I feel like something will change and something bad will happen and there's this desire to find an answer to find something right, to find some sort of comfort. The comfort for now will just be me. It's what I know. I'm making sure I don't mess things up because the bad is what I'm used to, and sometimes we just cling for the familiar.
Today I put on a pair of jeans and they felt lighter, there were less squidge pushed up than usual. I've managed to loose weight by not running at all. It's amazing what less stress does to your body, my stomach happier and body not producing stress chemicals around my waist.
I think I'm going to have to learn to not think too far ahead, because it seems that is the vast hole which I shudder. This arghhhhh shit feeling I have about not having enough time, or loosing out on opportunities. The best advice I still have had is to not think. I need to make things more simple and as my Doctor says 'just relax'. Today, I need to spend less time thinking 'why do I feel like this, whyyyyy?!?!!! what am I feeeellinngggggg!???' when really it is quite simple. I feel loss.
Last night I felt quite restless. I had planned and lived out my television evening. Though once complete, well I always find a couple of hours sit down and chilling will be enough for me to get back up again and consider going back out. It's a strange fun fight against lack of energy and desire for life. I know i'm looking for a certain release I only get by sweating and dancing a night off to techno, bottles of water, icy vodka and gin and tonics. That time will come soon. I've got plenty to look forward to next week as I'm finally moving into a different flat, with someone I know and love. A space to feel like a home, clean, a new area to explore and new friends to make. I can't wait to cook more. Things will get better now, they already have. It's very hard to move on and accept what is now, compared to then as then just felt like forever doom. Now it's more about adjustment and I have to remember to let people in and reach out to them just a little bit more. It's hard to admit how you really feel.
I forgot what this nervous was, though It's not as bad as it has been, today. I find it strange this notion that If I move or do anything out of the 'safe place' I feel like something will change and something bad will happen and there's this desire to find an answer to find something right, to find some sort of comfort. The comfort for now will just be me. It's what I know. I'm making sure I don't mess things up because the bad is what I'm used to, and sometimes we just cling for the familiar.
Today I put on a pair of jeans and they felt lighter, there were less squidge pushed up than usual. I've managed to loose weight by not running at all. It's amazing what less stress does to your body, my stomach happier and body not producing stress chemicals around my waist.
I think I'm going to have to learn to not think too far ahead, because it seems that is the vast hole which I shudder. This arghhhhh shit feeling I have about not having enough time, or loosing out on opportunities. The best advice I still have had is to not think. I need to make things more simple and as my Doctor says 'just relax'. Today, I need to spend less time thinking 'why do I feel like this, whyyyyy?!?!!! what am I feeeellinngggggg!???' when really it is quite simple. I feel loss.
Last night I felt quite restless. I had planned and lived out my television evening. Though once complete, well I always find a couple of hours sit down and chilling will be enough for me to get back up again and consider going back out. It's a strange fun fight against lack of energy and desire for life. I know i'm looking for a certain release I only get by sweating and dancing a night off to techno, bottles of water, icy vodka and gin and tonics. That time will come soon. I've got plenty to look forward to next week as I'm finally moving into a different flat, with someone I know and love. A space to feel like a home, clean, a new area to explore and new friends to make. I can't wait to cook more. Things will get better now, they already have. It's very hard to move on and accept what is now, compared to then as then just felt like forever doom. Now it's more about adjustment and I have to remember to let people in and reach out to them just a little bit more. It's hard to admit how you really feel.
Dreams
Last night I must have fallen asleep by 9pm and woke by 9am.
I had the weirdest dream, it involved smoking weed with friends and being left on my own and passing out, being abroad somewhere I have no idea, water fights against germans and my mum being alive with long bright red red (proper red) hair.
I would have felt fine waking this morning if it wasn't dreaming about mum. It amazes me that we dream and feel emotions in our dreams, it tends to affect the day once we have woken. I try not to let it affect me but this one, with mum, it just felt kind of strange.
I think it's because she was alive, and in the dream, well it was so real, it was amazing she was alive. I woke around 6.30am half awake half sleep and was able to go back to sleep properly and continue the dream, I realised I was dreaming and managed to control going back. Me and mum had had an argument, strange. I'm not sure if it were meant to be my birthday, but she had bought me something and I was mad at her and then she showed me other things she had bought me and it included a chocolate cake. This made me really mad because I really don't enjoy chocolate cake that much. Most of the time. I think I was angry because I thought, if my mum doesn't know that I wouldn't want this kind of cake, then who really does know me!! I remember giving mum the silent treatment and then the next thing I know there's a scene where I look out the window, she has long red wavy hair and she must have come back from having some cancer removed. This is an obvious link because I watched junior doctors last night where a lady had some tumor removed.
It has just freaked me out that I was mad at mum. I've woken up, worried that I was mad at mum before she died, and that we could have got so stupid with each other over a bloody cake. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself now, other than lie down and try and make sense of it all. But that's not going to solve anything. I think i'll take myself outside now and decide on breakfast. At least that will be doing something instead of lying here in bed thinking, arghh I feel weird. That's not exactly pro active.
Lets hope I don't let it get in the way of my day. Perhaps I just need to admit to myself, even amongst life as it moves on and things are working out for me and going well, I really miss mum.
I had the weirdest dream, it involved smoking weed with friends and being left on my own and passing out, being abroad somewhere I have no idea, water fights against germans and my mum being alive with long bright red red (proper red) hair.
I would have felt fine waking this morning if it wasn't dreaming about mum. It amazes me that we dream and feel emotions in our dreams, it tends to affect the day once we have woken. I try not to let it affect me but this one, with mum, it just felt kind of strange.
I think it's because she was alive, and in the dream, well it was so real, it was amazing she was alive. I woke around 6.30am half awake half sleep and was able to go back to sleep properly and continue the dream, I realised I was dreaming and managed to control going back. Me and mum had had an argument, strange. I'm not sure if it were meant to be my birthday, but she had bought me something and I was mad at her and then she showed me other things she had bought me and it included a chocolate cake. This made me really mad because I really don't enjoy chocolate cake that much. Most of the time. I think I was angry because I thought, if my mum doesn't know that I wouldn't want this kind of cake, then who really does know me!! I remember giving mum the silent treatment and then the next thing I know there's a scene where I look out the window, she has long red wavy hair and she must have come back from having some cancer removed. This is an obvious link because I watched junior doctors last night where a lady had some tumor removed.
It has just freaked me out that I was mad at mum. I've woken up, worried that I was mad at mum before she died, and that we could have got so stupid with each other over a bloody cake. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself now, other than lie down and try and make sense of it all. But that's not going to solve anything. I think i'll take myself outside now and decide on breakfast. At least that will be doing something instead of lying here in bed thinking, arghh I feel weird. That's not exactly pro active.
Lets hope I don't let it get in the way of my day. Perhaps I just need to admit to myself, even amongst life as it moves on and things are working out for me and going well, I really miss mum.
Friday 3 February 2012
Just being
Well well, what a turn! Things are mellowing out and now I'm having to get used to particulars in my life going well!
For once things aren't going bad, really bad, for me. Which is nice! It does take some getting used to.
I've been working earlies this week, 7am-3pm. It's been so cold I haven't bothered walking in and have taken the bus instead. I call it my thinking time (as If I dont' do enough thinking already)... perhaps it's the momentum, there's just something different about travelling by transport which gets your mind going, perhaps in a more refreshed way.
I also took a walk from Bank to Waterloo to journey for a blood test at St Thomas' hospital. The nurse had trouble getting the needle in, my veins weren't showing up and she poked me in the most different place on my arm where I have had a blood test before. It hurt, but I quite enjoyed staring at the needle with blood liquor pouring out.
Saturday will start with an awesome breakfast, probably black cafetiere coffee and pastries bought from Sainsburys-a tradition I have kept going for most of a year now. One or two? I'm not so sure how much I should eat, but I know how much I'd like to eat! £1.20 deals for two makes it all the more interesting for my taste buds! Later, I shall make my way to the fourth week of my creative writing course; I really can't wait for it this week, I feel quite settled with it now and already my mind is being opened to a new way of thinking towards words.
Sunday, lunch with Hazal, in a pub. Awesome yum. And then pack pack pack clean!!! for the big flat move on Monday. I CANNOT WAIT!
Getting back to my momentumous journey, I've been thinking about me as a teenager. A miserable curtain, a girl who became fairly shut off from most around her. I gave off the impression that I was better than everyone else, I used to get called a snob where my speech was filled with desires that I had things better than others. Words said just to piss people off, judgement for a reaction just so I'd feel better about myself. Silly scared girl. All we really should have been doing was to be friends. I ended up keeping myself to myself so much and closing everyone off around me, and who ended up loosing out the most.
Only me.
It's perhaps why I find it amazing when people seem to like me these days, I think why would anyone be interested!?
So we learn from past behaviour and learn how to behave now. I'm very grateful for the people I have in my life now, things seemed to change when I went to uni. Whether it was because of the mix of people, or people because I saw the mix of people and for once didn't feel the outsider. Things just started to click and even now all seems to just keep getting better. It's so nice and I am super dooper grateful.
The attitudes of Barry
Hilarious article. I shouldn't laugh, but when someone gets so violent over tomato ketchup-you have to wonder what was going on in their minds!
Drugs and a hidden world
A secret internet pathway and access to illegal drugs?
The argument stands that if drugs were legal than hidden internet worlds wouldn't occur. My view still stands that if we have the right education people can use drugs responsibly. What I am concerned about is the effects drugs have on us, they seem to create side affects sooner then lets say, several years of persistant drinking (at a first glance, not that i'm saying we get drunk and out bodies are let off after a good nights sleep). Perhaps we should consider in more detail what would happen if drugs, which aren't addictive were legalised? After all, alcohol is legal and is addictive and people use it so often because they are bored and it's there. They ignore the harms regardless even if it involves throwing up in the night, choking on their own sick, being so drunk and in risk of rape, violence and alcohol poisoning.
Drugs aren't the answer to boredom, all in all more has to be done to make people realise substances aren't the answer to feel the best-there has to be a balance in how they are used, whether they are legal or not.
The argument stands that if drugs were legal than hidden internet worlds wouldn't occur. My view still stands that if we have the right education people can use drugs responsibly. What I am concerned about is the effects drugs have on us, they seem to create side affects sooner then lets say, several years of persistant drinking (at a first glance, not that i'm saying we get drunk and out bodies are let off after a good nights sleep). Perhaps we should consider in more detail what would happen if drugs, which aren't addictive were legalised? After all, alcohol is legal and is addictive and people use it so often because they are bored and it's there. They ignore the harms regardless even if it involves throwing up in the night, choking on their own sick, being so drunk and in risk of rape, violence and alcohol poisoning.
Drugs aren't the answer to boredom, all in all more has to be done to make people realise substances aren't the answer to feel the best-there has to be a balance in how they are used, whether they are legal or not.
What i'm watching right now
Some of the great medical shows I am watching:
Confessions of a nurse. It really gives you an idea of what nurses go through, I love the extra voice over commentary each nurse provides in a non 'God like' way. It makes the show more human, watch it and find out!
Junior Doctors: Your life in their hands. I think this show is awesome because I'm watching people my own age work in a hospital. Biology has always been an interest to me since I was a kid. My mum and Dad used to let me sneak out of my room around 8pm when my brother was asleep, just so I could go downstairs and watch Casualty! I used to want to be a doctor, a nurse and a psychologist as mental pain can be 'worse than physical' as I used to say. My list also varied from being a magazine writer (used to pretend with some girly friends we were making a magazine in my bedroom, I think my mate Kelli used to be the Editor but she wanted to name herself Adele!), to a barmaid and a vet. I'm sure most kids change their minds about occupation, i'm still very pessimistic about schools and the system of applying for GCSE's and Universities-how can anyone make that decision at such a young age and know what they want to do! This post has turned into a rant now; I just think that when applying for Uni, we should be able to write several personal statements instead of just one for different degree courses we wish to apply for.
And one I have just found which I think I should watch, perhaps for closure and to induce crying which I seem to fail at! Family series about a lady diagnosed with terminal cancer. Happy times!!
I also watch New girl for a bit of escapist comedy, most people over the country are watching. It's ok. Character development has been weak until last week and I still think it's missing a certain POW which most American comedy series' have. I'm hoping to be surprised still, though the stupidity of jess in her cute natural div way-i'm sure most girls can relate to this.
My Friday evening is going to be packed up! I can't wait to walk home from work, get rid of the work clothes and chuck on some sweats, tuck them into my socks and snuggle down to an afternoon of television. All for free on the genious Iplayer and 4OD.
Kapow! Things are goooood :)
Confessions of a nurse. It really gives you an idea of what nurses go through, I love the extra voice over commentary each nurse provides in a non 'God like' way. It makes the show more human, watch it and find out!
Junior Doctors: Your life in their hands. I think this show is awesome because I'm watching people my own age work in a hospital. Biology has always been an interest to me since I was a kid. My mum and Dad used to let me sneak out of my room around 8pm when my brother was asleep, just so I could go downstairs and watch Casualty! I used to want to be a doctor, a nurse and a psychologist as mental pain can be 'worse than physical' as I used to say. My list also varied from being a magazine writer (used to pretend with some girly friends we were making a magazine in my bedroom, I think my mate Kelli used to be the Editor but she wanted to name herself Adele!), to a barmaid and a vet. I'm sure most kids change their minds about occupation, i'm still very pessimistic about schools and the system of applying for GCSE's and Universities-how can anyone make that decision at such a young age and know what they want to do! This post has turned into a rant now; I just think that when applying for Uni, we should be able to write several personal statements instead of just one for different degree courses we wish to apply for.
And one I have just found which I think I should watch, perhaps for closure and to induce crying which I seem to fail at! Family series about a lady diagnosed with terminal cancer. Happy times!!
I also watch New girl for a bit of escapist comedy, most people over the country are watching. It's ok. Character development has been weak until last week and I still think it's missing a certain POW which most American comedy series' have. I'm hoping to be surprised still, though the stupidity of jess in her cute natural div way-i'm sure most girls can relate to this.
My Friday evening is going to be packed up! I can't wait to walk home from work, get rid of the work clothes and chuck on some sweats, tuck them into my socks and snuggle down to an afternoon of television. All for free on the genious Iplayer and 4OD.
Kapow! Things are goooood :)
Thursday 2 February 2012
Yummy yummy yummy...
"I've got bugs in my tummy, and I feel like eating you"...
Just wanted to say, I love dried apricots and bananas. Amazing healthy energy boost food.
I should make these fruits into a pie. Mmmmm (and ruin the health factor about them!) haha!
Just wanted to say, I love dried apricots and bananas. Amazing healthy energy boost food.
I should make these fruits into a pie. Mmmmm (and ruin the health factor about them!) haha!
Wednesday 1 February 2012
Observation
Seeing as I think, a lot...haha even my shrink laughs at me, I thought i'd write about what seems to fill my mind over consecutive days until I do something about it...
So far, all of this week I have been thinking about coffee. Thinking about whipped cream. Thinking about having a coffee with whipped cream on top. But I can't.
Why?
Because I don't want to drink it in the coffee shop. I want to have it in the morning at my desk.
But.
By the time I buy the coffee and walk into the office, the cream will be melted and I will have a non-skimmed milk to drink, which I can't always because it makes me feel like blergh-and I have to eat the cream on top separately!
I sound like high maintenance!... (comments welcome ;) )
Otherwise I have to walk to work with a cup in hand and tongue sticking out into the freezing air and whipped cream cup, like a giraffe.
That seems to be my dilemma for the week.
So far, all of this week I have been thinking about coffee. Thinking about whipped cream. Thinking about having a coffee with whipped cream on top. But I can't.
Why?
Because I don't want to drink it in the coffee shop. I want to have it in the morning at my desk.
But.
By the time I buy the coffee and walk into the office, the cream will be melted and I will have a non-skimmed milk to drink, which I can't always because it makes me feel like blergh-and I have to eat the cream on top separately!
I sound like high maintenance!... (comments welcome ;) )
Otherwise I have to walk to work with a cup in hand and tongue sticking out into the freezing air and whipped cream cup, like a giraffe.
That seems to be my dilemma for the week.
Cancer costs-I really didn't understand the work of Macmillan
It really surprised me that treament towards cancer had to be argued to stand as free prescriptions, compared to other illnesses where patients still have to pay. How could anyone argue cancer is the worst illness to suffer?
I think this article really emphasises what areas charities cover and where our money also goes. I still haven't made up my mind of this either, though overall I think it's a wake up call to those of us who walk past charities asking for money. Yes, we don't always know exactly where it will end up, we may be told but do we really trust it? Perhaps from reading this we can learn what our efforts and passion towards charity can change to benefit those suffering.
I think this article really emphasises what areas charities cover and where our money also goes. I still haven't made up my mind of this either, though overall I think it's a wake up call to those of us who walk past charities asking for money. Yes, we don't always know exactly where it will end up, we may be told but do we really trust it? Perhaps from reading this we can learn what our efforts and passion towards charity can change to benefit those suffering.
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