I’ve rejoined the wonderful world of blogging! Yay!
From now on I will be blogging over at confusedinbristol.wordpress.com
It’s the 4th 20 Something Bloggers’ blog swap! I’ve been paired up with the wonderful Jenn from Free and Flawed. What an honour! If you haven’t come across her yet (very unlikely, I know) go check her out when you’re done reading her great post here. And don’t forget to go read my blog swap post over there…
Anyway, enough from me, here’s Jenn!
I’m mad at my cups. I know this seems silly, but hear me out.
I moved a little over a week ago so I spent a better part of my Saturday unpacking. The bad thing about unpacking is you don’t remember what was packed up before the move; Every box is fair game.
I don’t usually keep things from ex-boyfriends lying around. In fact, I don’t usually keep anything from ex-boyfriends. (Short interruption: I had a burning phase where everything from past relationships went up in flames. I grew out of that.) While unpacking I unintentionally opened a box of memories from a not-so-recent breakup. I’m talking about the BIG one. The heart-shattering, life-changing, stay-in-bed-all-day-crying one that leaves you wondering, wishing and ultimately hating.
It’s been a year so I assumed going through the box wouldn’t hurt. Too much. The first few objects didn’t phase me. I thought about the memory they represented, but I didn’t feel too bad. Woo hoo, progress! But then there it was. At the bottom of the box lay a handful of photos. I hesitated before picking them up.
The good and bad thing about the breakup is that it’s getting harder for me to remember his face. Of course I’ll never forget him, but the details are fading. Picking up the photos was a bad idea. Within seconds tears flooded my eyes and all that love, confusion and pain rushed to the surface before exploding into the box.
I remembered everything: his face, the way his skin felt when I’d run my hand over his head (he shaved his head), the way his voice sounded when he said “Beeze” (my nickname), his laugh, the conversation we had when we first uttered “love,” his smell…the way he cried on the phone before we hung up, our last hug…I sat there, dazed, as if the breakup happened days ago.
After I composed myself, or manned up as I like to say, I pulled two cups out of the box. I remember the day he gave them to me; I even remember what he was wearing. I remember why he chose them. That was one of the last times I saw him. I never used the cups. They stayed in my box for more than a year. After moving I realized I only had two glasses. I could buy more, but I thought that I could be strong enough to use them. They’re just cups right?
Wrong. Now every stupid sip of water is tainted with ugly memories that just make me feel upset and dumb (they’re cups for Christ’s sake!)
Lessons I’ve learned: 1) I need to label boxes that shouldn’t be opened. 2) I need to buy new cups. 3) Time doesn’t heal every wound.
I’ve finally discovered Last.fm. For some reason I failed to get it to work when I originally opened an account :-S
But I think I’ve got the hang of it now ;-)
So this random Wham song Bad Boys turned up, reminding me of the 2004 cover of Wild Boys by Phixx. After rediscovering the name of the band via Wikipedia, I eventually managed to track down their first single on YouTube.
Honestly, when this video came out, I would stop channel hopping any time it was on. I watched it as often as I could. I thought the song was superb and the video even better. Looking back, I’m surprised I didn’t buy their album. Maybe it never came out in Switzerland ;-)
Anyway, watching it now, it just gives me the giggles. Nice bods and all, but seriously?!
I wish I could say I was all of fourteen or so when I believed in all seriousness this was one of the best music videos ever. Um, no. More like twenty…
Failing twice in a row to make the ball cross the net does indeed call for extra concentration as you attempt to serve for the third time.
What it does not call for (NOT IN THE LEAST!!!) is inserting your lower lip between your teeth, as this will lead to your teeth being inserted into your lower lip at the moment your hand hits the ball…
I have actually got a load of things to post about, but I can’t be bothered. I’m in more of a meme-ish mood.
I’ve seen this list floating around the blogosphere (the first post I saw was Mariko’s), and am curious to see how many of the books I’ve read.
I’m going to do it my own way:
If I counted correctly, I’ve read 41, started and discarded another 7 and never heard of 21 of them. I’d say that’s quite a good tally. Although, competitive as I am, I would prefer to at least have cracked the 50% mark… Ah well ;)
Found this on LizSara’s blog (so I’m a bit behind with my reader. I’m getting there, I’m up to February now!) and had a go myself. I can never resist this kind of crap.
Oooh, clever. “Your rainbow is shaded red.” You asked me to select up to three of my favourite colours and I chose red and pink, of course my blinking rainbow is shaded red! D-oh!
I do like my rainbow. Not quite sure about that dirty greenish stripe in the middle though. What on earth is that doing there?! What do they mean by it?!
While it is true that the lid of the kettle is in fact made of the kind of isolating plastic stuff that doesn’t get hot and burn your fingers, it is still not a good idea to rest your hand on the kettle as it boils.
Because you, my dear Vicky, are a moron who will position your hand in such a way that your fingers hang directly over the spout. The same spout that currently happens to be blowing boiling hot steam…
I rest my case.
What Vicky did…
* I’m stupid, but not that stupid. I know how rubbish I am with money. Why would I even dream of allowing myself a credit card?! (Ok, I admit it! I do dream of getting a credit card sometimes. But I’ve managed to stay strong. (So far) (Shut up! No credit cards!) (Shhhhh! Sorry about this))
** Sorry, I really suck as a film critic, I know.
*** I do still fit into it, just, I tried it on yesterday. And then I tried on the dress, don’t ask me why. Never ever get me started trying things on. I’ll happily go back and try on absolutely everything in my whole wardrobe to see if it still looks as good/awful as I remember…
Liz from Attention All Shipping has ordered me to answer the following questions. Thanks Liz! I was thinking of doing some kind of meme, cause like you I don’t feel up to composing a coherent post right now (just not motivated, nothing worse).
So here are the rules:
1. Put your iPod or iTunes library, MP3 player, etc. on Shuffle.
2. For each question, press the Next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
– IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY…
On And On And On – ABBA
I guess I might say something like that if it were really okay. Possibly.
– WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Imagine – John Lennon
I do spend a lot of time in imaginary worlds, reading, dreaming and so on, so I suppose it doesn’t fit too badly :-)
– WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Kein Himmel [No heaven]- Allee Der Kosmonauten
Em, not true.
– WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
I got money now – Pink
I do spend a lot of time worrying about money, and I hope to get a well paying job, but I wouldn’t call it my life’s purpose
– WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
The Day Before You Came – ABBA
– WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Who needs love? – Razorlight
I hope that’s not what they think of me!
– WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
… 100 Tage Vor Kairo [100 days before Kairo]- Krischan
– WHAT IS 2+2?
Joyride – The Killers
– WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
In Pieces – Linkin Park
– WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Outstretched Hands – Starlight
– WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Come Home – James
Giving that I don’t feel properly at home anywhere, I can’t decide whether that answer is absolute rubbish or incredibly insightful
– WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Yet Another Movie – Pink Floyd
Yep, that’s what I want to be: a movie! Not a movie star or anything, I want to be an actual movie :-)
– WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel – Tavares
– WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Nummer Eis [Number One (in Swiss-German)] – Heimspiel
I guess it’s possible
– WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Du Bist Nicht Allein [You are not alone]- Allee Der Kosmonauten
Probably not, but it would be suitable.
– WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Midnight Train To Georgia – Gladys Knight & The Pips
– WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
I Will Be – Leona Lewis
– WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS TEST?
Seaside – The Kooks
That was fun :-) And I don’t feel too embarrassed about the songs that turned up. Although if I had my USB cable to hand, I’d definitely delete 100 Tage Vor Kairo. Weird, random song! It slipped onto my iPod on an 80s compilation CD and I’ve been too lazy to delete the songs I’ve found I don’t like. Ah well…
I tag anyone who feels like it to do this meme too. Please let me know so I can check you answers out! I love reading questions and random answers :-D
Some elderly people seem to have trouble talking to younger people. It reminds me of the way many adults aren’t quite sure how to talk to children. Do you treat them like an adult with an unfortunate height problem, or do you try to talk to them at their level, and if so, what is their level?
I went to church with my Dad’s parents one Sunday night while I was in the UK. It was practically empty cause everyone was either on holiday or at home sick. So it wasn’t much of a service, no preaching, just people talking about their Christmas presents and some singing.
Afterwards there was tea/coffee, mince pies (mmm, mince pies!) and chatting. The 70-or-so-year-old guy who’d been leading the service came over and started up a conversation with me.
He was very sweet. I could tell from the start he was trying really hard to be polite and say the right thing. The problem was, he just wasn’t quite getting it right.
First he asked me whether I was on holiday from school. Um, nope, I got my Master’s degree last March (ok, so they haven’t quite sent me the printed paper degree yet, but that’s beside the point!).
So he asked me my age. When I told him I was 25, I could see the wheels in his brain going
What’s the correct response?! What’s the correct response?! Oh, yes:
Ooh, you don’t look it, you know!
I was trying to work out whether he really thought that was a compliment. The expectant look on his face did seem to indicate that I should be pleased to hear it. Then he took it one step further.
You’ve aged really well!
No, he did not misunderstand me and hear the wrong decade or anything.
A 70 year old man just told me that while I may be ancient, I needn’t worry, cause I don’t look it!
I managed not to throttle him, just in case you were wondering…
I was chatting on the phone with a friend last night and ran out of paper to doodle on. So I absentmindedly switched to my foot. It was a long phone call so I ended up with the comfortably reachable area of my foot completely covered in colourful flowers (I’m not good at drawing, flowers are simple).
Looking at it later, I suddenly felt the need to see what it would look like in my stilettos.
Now I have this random urge to get a tattoo on my foot. Um. Ouch?
I’m not extra scared of needles or anything, but I’m not a big fan of pain. So I’m going to ruminate on it for a bit. Ideally a couple of years and then just forget about it.
I’m feeling phantom pains in my foot just thinking about it. How can I still think it’s a great idea?!
I’m back in Switzerland after a great holiday in the UK. I wish I could have stayed. But it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe I’ll find a job there so I can go back :)
Sorry for not posting, but all my relatives keep tabs on their browsers, to make sure the kiddies don’t watch too much porn, I guess, and I didn’t want them finding my URL cause it’d be sure to get back to my mum if they did…
Hope everyone had a great Christmas and New Year!
I’m trying to catch up on my poor reader which was sadly neglected during the holiday season, but I ‘ve been at it for over an hour now and it still says 1000+ posts. Eek.
In spite of that, it’s good to be back in the blogosphere :)
*For some reason I always feel the need to write one of these before I can go back to the usual posting, even though they’re boring as hell unless you actually stick some of the weird/wacky/fun/bizarre/interesting/icky stuff that happened during the holidays in the post, and I don’t want to do that, I’m saving it up for separate posts. Ah well.