Month: September 2012


So I went to the dentist yesterday morning, and needless to say, I didn’t die, and nothing particularly scary happened. I almost broke into tears as I waited, which is silly because like I said my dentist is a nice man. Anyway, to cut a long story short, he checked my teeth, gave them a scale and a polish, and said au revoir. I ended up spending £2.85 on a special brush for my wisdom teeth, because they are hard to clean sometimes, other than that, I’m happy I lived to tell the tale!

Anyway, more important news now… I had my final French oral test about three hours ago, and oh boy did I enjoy it! It was so cool. I’m glad I didn’t worry about it, because in my opinion it went well. If I didn’t pass, than other than being a French native who has excellent knowledge of grammar, I don’t know what else I could’ve done. I worked hard and it paid off. Just my reading/writing exam to submit before the 27th Sept, then that’s it, the French bit is over. At least until February 2013. Phew!

I have to work tonight and tomorrow, but Monday I’m off so I might do something arty and share it with you guys. We’ll see.

Right. I’m going to try and nap for a while.



I’ve just made myself another pot of tea. I think I’m just drinking tea because I want to use the teapot. That’s pretty dumb, huh? ah, well. I’m thinking about something I did last night… I wrote a message to an old friend before I went to sleep. It was particularly hard to write seeing as the last time we spoke was a few years ago, and I’m pretty sure we ended on bad terms. It’s sad I can’t even remember what happened. I’ve always considered myself to be a sentimental person, and loss of friends is something I never like to talk about. It’s hard, y’know? Anyway, I await a response. I was debating whether I should even write about this here, but now I have, I feel better about it.

So, what else is going on? …In about one hour and thirty minutes I shall be setting off to work. I don’t particularly want to go, but the house does need some kind of work -stuff at B&Q and Ikea are not,unfortunately, free. And when work is over in the morning, I have a dentist appointment. To be brief, I. AM. PETRIFIED. My dentist is really friendly and also quite good looking, but if you’re thinking that’s a good thing then I disagree with you, totally! The last time I went for a check-up I had a filling, and in my book, that’s embarrassing! Although it isn’t true in all cases, it does suggest lack of hygiene, and I don’t want some spunky guy making those kind of assumptions about me. I mean, would you? Anyway, I’m scared because I just don’t want any of my teeth pulling out. I’m not bothered about the pain. I can deal with injections and drills, but it’s what he might say that scares me. OK. Now I’m getting confusing, huh? I dunno. I’m just frightened and..(?). and I’m going to shut up about it now. Zip.

…where’s my Teapot?


It’s just after midday. I woke up about 30 minutes ago, but I have to work tonight, so it’s probably for the best that I had a lie-in. I have a pot of tea, brewing for two and I’m just thinking what I might do before I head to work.

So far, my plan is this…
1200-1245, Enjoy my tea and have a bit of tidy-up on my desk.
1245-1400, write up the last few notes for my French revison.
1400-1500, Blog, blog, blog…

My oral exam is on Saturday between 1pm and 4pm. I’m a little nervous, because I care, but it’ll only be 4 minutes of my life so I’m going to try not stress. Also, I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I can’t wait to get this exam out of the way then I can get started on my SPANISH !!!! I’m so excited about it… Arghhh!!!


This is today, so far…

Today, I woke up late. By late I mean like 10:30am. It’s my last day off today, and I hoped to get up at 9:00am and start my French study by half past. It’s not even like I was having great dreams (I can’t even remember, therefore I assume they weren’t great). Anyway, I’m waiting for my bath to run. I got a bit of French done today and I’ve drank some good coffee. OK. Time to check my bath.

So I had my bath and I’ve just made another coffee with cream. I should be going over my French a bit more, but I need a small break.

Just spent a million years sorting out my old blog, then I just deleted it because it was stupid. More stupid than this one. I think most successful blogs have a specific subject or point. Although, if you write really well and are able to keep the attention of readers going, then I guess you can just talk a bout yourself and what’s going on in your life.

One of my cats just noticed I’m sat at my desk (he’s just woke up after a long nap), and he decided to come and sit on my lap. This certain cat, Mr. Kidd, loves me dearly. There isn’t a day goes by where he isn’t sociable. He follows me everywhere. I said to Steve…
“Mr. Kidd really loves me. He’d be so sad if I died”
…Steve said Mr. Kidd would probably come and sit on my grave. I asked Steve if he’d come and put cat biscuits on my grave. We laughed at that.

My ass is numb. I need to get up and/or get out of this maison!


So, I guess I’m not so great at keeping up with blogs , huh? Oh well, I can only do what I do. I tend to have these amazing plans for things, then fail to follow them through. I definitely need to manage my time better -that’d be a start. There’s so many things I want to do though. I never know what to stick at. I’ve really wanted to get lot’s of art done recently, but I’ve simply not had time, what with my final French exam this Saturday. It’s been revision, revision, revision and more revision.

To be honest though, I’ve genuinely enjoyed delving into my French these passed few days. It’s been really hardcore. It’s only when I actually sit down and make an effort that I realise I’m pretty much OK at the lingo.

I start a fresh new course on 27th September… Spanish . I’m so bloody excited about it! I don’t know a single word of it, but I’m looking forward to it neverthless. I’ve been tackling French for years, on and off, school/college/Uni/Nightschool/Tutors. It’s only in recent years that I’ve begun to take it seriously. And I’m so glad I did, because languages are so important.
I quote German poet ‘Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’…

Those who know nothing of foreign languages know nothing of their own.

Oh Crikey! I’m terrible at remembering quotes, yer know? I had to search for that shit. It’s probably one of my favourite quotes though.

OK. After having wrote this post today, it’s made me wonder… maybe this shouldn’t be an art blog(?) I dunno. (Look at me changing my mind, again. I mean, seriously)
I should probably just use this as an online journal for now. We’ll see.