so my blog is moving now. for those of you who care (i love you if you do) you can find the continued story of my exciting life here http://kawaii-gaijin.blogspot.com/
it's more sarcastic, more random, and five times weirder than ever before so why not come along.
i will still be on EP of course, my profile will stay here and i will keep replying to any email i get - thankies to those of you that try and draw me out of my anti-social shell - and i do love gestures, so i will keep playing with that.
so yeah. my brain just couldn't handle the idea of two blogs running concurrently, that's the only reason why this one is being ended. nothing to worry about.
when did enrolling in uni become so hard? They've sent me an envelope full of stuff but the whole thing's still as clear as mud. I just wanna go and move in and learn things again! I miss learning things.
Still today hasn't been too bad apart from that. At least the stuff got here. Plus we went out shopping today - yes, i had money, a rare event in itself - and we bought shoes. That, happens once in a blue moon. I despise shoe shopping - i'd rather get teeth pulled. But oh no, we went shopping and i actually got a pair of shoes~ yay! I also have clothes, though getting good trousers is a bit tricky - long legs might be a blessing, but not when no shop near you sells long-legged trousers. Still, i have some, that's the important bit. I should really have got a long shirt of short skirt cos i have leggings but little to wear with them - and of course i have only told my dad about this cute skirt i want a dozen times grrr.
And yay i have books! or i will do. mum let me get loads of language books to take to uni with me, naturally i'm gonna read them as soon as they arrive cos that's what books are for. Though how i get all this junk to my dorm is a slight problem...scary prospect. But oh well.
so yeah~ the day i awaited with much dread [as did many other Alevel students I'm sure] is finally here. And yes i did refer to the results paper as the "white sheet of doom" to several people over the phone. Rather a misnomer actually - the results, [should any of you care] were as follows:
History - A
English Language - A
French - B
whoot! And i genuinely did not expect to get the grade in french. So all is good, Brookes have accepted me. All we have to do now is get over the hurdle that is Finance. Ugh.
Still, many languages to learn XP. And yes, i'm still terrified of the whole year abroad thing, you can't not be! But at the same time i can't wait to get back into learning.
On a totally unrelated note - this one is mainly addressed to any fellow japanophiles prowling about. DOMO!
Uh...yeah, so i've been on a bit of a vistlip kick at the moment - good band, check them out. My friend told me about how they got in a car accident or some such last week or so, and that their manager died. The sheer number of sad comments on their youtube videos amazes me. but anyway...uhm....what was my point?....i forget. Oh yes, for anyone who is a fellow japanophile or who has some knowledge of the language, please take a minute to look over in My Questions cos i just posted a new one and i will be impressed [and will buy a little cyber gift for anyone who can answer me]
I like to rant in my blogs.
No one cares, so i hope i can make you smile when you take the time to listen to me.
But hey, if you like jrock - check Vistlip out [Ozone, and Hameln are good songs], and if you're not...why not give it a try anyway? Ok, enough ranting for now. *goes back to browsing youtube*
we have chickens! we got 4 lovely hens yesterday, and they've been exploring the garden and enjoying the nice little coop and run that me and dad assembled with only minor difficulty. They've already realised that if they run down the end they can hide behind a bush and the thing is so big that we physically can't get them - and so we spent 20mins this morning chasing them all around the garden with a net. I'm sure there are easier ways to corral chickens, but as of yet, we have not been told.
In other news Student Finance has short-changed me, and has ignored everything my parents sent them to try and get my application "means tested". I will now get just enough money to cover my tuition fees, and i have to make up the other 2grand to cover my maintenance (and as far as i know that's just getting me in the door of the dorm, not paying any of the utility bills) myself, from work. Condsidering 1) i don't have a job yet 2) i need to buy a tonne of other stuff for uni 3) Finance are meant to help you handle this, i call this very unfair. I can see why so many kids are choosing to do Open University coursees - personally i reccomend ICS: cheaper and with far more courses.
Long story short - mum says its likely that they cant afford to send me to uni. I am so going to be crying after results day. Now fixed for next week for those of you who can't wait to hear me spout my misery at my failing grades.
*sigh* life bites sometimes. Still, i said to mum (cos i do have a job lined up if i dont/cant get in) that i'd like to have my old sensei do some private lessons with me to keep me ticking over, and she agreed to that, so that should cheer me up a little. And i have sushi to look forward to on the day as well.......i think mum agreed to that anyway.
So yay i ordered GazettE's new single, waah it's not here yet. Cdjapan are normally very good with shipping dates, and it's been shipped out of the warehouse - so technically my annoyance is the fault of the british postal service not the company. Are we having another strike? that wouldn't surprise me. (people will either laugh at that or flame me XD)
I need to stop watching Eddie Izzard, i feel compelled to try and be funny, and when i try i am the exact opposite. aaaaanyway....
it occurs to me that i write a load of irrelevant trash in these blogs, does anyone really care? doubt it. still, if it gives you something to smile at for one reason or another, its all good.
In other news i have managed to write a whole 50k for Julno, yay for me. The story isn't finished though, actually it's not even started: no one has gone anywhere, no one has died, my female lead is being stupid and i have two chapters that people will read and go "is this the same book?"........but oh well, it is now officially on the backburner and i will edit it......eventually. Or i will get friends to do it.
Note to self: find a creative writing society at uni. Unless its really big filled with lots of scary people in which case runaway.
RE Note to self: .......you're a retard, have you noticed that?
RE RE Note to self: yeah i know T~T
So today was productive, £20 in my pocket after doing some chores for my dear nan. Dusted some shelves for her, on a wobbly step ><. You know when something needs dusting by the fact that the dust resists you picking things up!
And yes, that happened.
'Really?' I hear you all shouting. 'This is fascinating. Tell us more.' No.
So yeah, i should be off writing now, cos i'm now kind of behind on my julno. i'm now into the very grey area that i've never really planned before - which also means i have no cheat cards left to play. For those of you other nano fans who see 'cheat' and are now pointing at me screaming "heathen" and other such things, i'm not that bad. I rewrite old scenes from the same setting that i randomly churned out in moments of boredom months ago - like no one else does that........someone must.....
fascinating life no?
now then, back to the novel, where a purple man has just said the magic words "congratulations, you're a magician". cos of course, who doesnt want to hear that?
(is it me, or are my blog entries getting stranger?)
So today is a good day. SHIVER, the song and single i have been much anticipating, as have numerous other Gazette fans, is finally up on youtube. voila http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pY2IiwcwJ3A
I really like it, it does sound rather like an anime opening (which it was used as) but at the same time it sounds very much like gazette, so that's good. i like the black and white, this is the second or third time they've filmed in black and white and i think it looks nice. overall verdict: very enjoyable, though i'm not partial to songs where the sound fades out.
i'm currently playing it on loop despite the fact that i should be working on my julno and i can't do that with music (odd, that).
and me and my friend have been making innuendo jokes like a bunch of little girls while watching this video. that's also quite sad.......oh well. Made me laugh XD.
ok now seriously, i should go and do some work. or no homemade sorbet for me. (yes, i made sorbet, its orange flavoured but i coloured it pink - go figure)
So not wishing to jinx things, Julno is going rather well. I've almost gotten a day ahead on my par, I'll see what i can do about increasing that gap. You see, cos i don't have enough insanity in my life (coughcough) i'm trying to write two novels at once. The second one isn't as important cos it's my very very first draft - my prime novel is on its second draft which i'm actually going to finish this time. That second one is severely lacking and i'm slightly worried that having just finished reading Eragon yesterday, my writing has been affected by it.
Is there such a thing as unintentional plagarism? *hides under a rock*
anyway, i should go cos i really need to churn out some more words XD
short blog - might paste some little excerpts here to see if anyone comments on them.
So today marked the beginning of Julno. I had written 200 words short of my daily par in 2 hours, but then i went out. I was out in broad daylight, in heat and sun, at the beach. You'd have to see it to believe it.
So anyway, yes, I am writing again and I like it...no really, I do. I actually like what I've come up with. My story now has a prologue - though what significance it has is questionable and will be tackled in editing. I have 3 new characters who don't have any influence outside of this prologue, thank god, I have so many already. But, as per usual there's a teeny tiny snag - I want to write one of my other story ideas now. How typical of me and my indecisiveness. It's a disease.
Anyway, this time around I'm on the lookout for people who can proof read pieces for me. It's a fantasy novel involving magicians, as soon as i have a blurb I'll include it on here but i don't have it written at the moment. If that sounds like something you'd be interested in seeing, drop me a message or a comment and we'll chat <3
Of course, that means i have to write it first...*goes back to typing*
We went to a family meet-up today, hosted by my mum's cousin. She's recently married - well I say recently; couple of months really...before xmas...anyway, they've done the house up since we were last there and they have this extension on the side so its effectively twice the size it was.
Apart from very nice weather we had good food - though I ate far too much dessert XP - and I got some exercise in the form of playing badminton. I played so much that my left shoulder feels twice the size of my right.
But I also did a good deed for the day: there was a fox down the bottom of the garden. It was only a little one. Could only be a year old, not sure if it was a vixen or a male but it might have been building a warren. Either way it was really scrawny so I decided to go inside and bring it some chicken. It looked so terrified of me as I crept towards him so I had to leave it on the ground. But hey, it took 3 pieces, so it must have been more hungry than scared. It was so handsome~ I hope it stays. Even though its technically vermin and not a pet, I can't see a reason to chase it off to get killed on a road if it's doing no damage.
Possibly at heart I'm just a girl who loves fluffy animals.
So i finally finished my exams - had my last two today. I thought i'd feel proud but i don't. Maybe going to do some work on my Julno project will lighten me up a bit. I can't wait for that. And i'm actually considering writing 2 at once.....you know, 'cos there's not enough insanity in my life.
I think my problem is that i know i didn't do well in french. I know i didnt know all the words in the translation. I know i'm going to get a bad grade on the one paper i really need to pass. Sad face.
No! Think of writing....writing and freedom....
My list of ideas keeps getting longer. I now have one about intrigue in the royal dutch court. Which would be great if i knew anything about the dutch court in 1700. Still, it's an idea. But it's a romance, and last time i tried to write that it didn't come out so well.
So my first exam is tomorrow. Even though I know I don't need a high grade to get the mark I want overall, I still want a high grade. I'm studying with a friend's help and rather than making me more confident, it's annoying me because I don't know the dates of any of the events!
I am seriously not looking forward to tomorrow.
Finally, I'm back after three days without internet.
Dad's been mocking us all day 'cos we were freaking out so badly when our connection went down. I don't care - I'm just happy its back.
I'm sure this is fascinating news for everyone.
Life isn't too fun lately though. Apparently with regards to my tiredness my haemoglobin levels are back to normal so i can lay off the tablets. Doesn't feel any better. *pout* like today, i went out shopping with mum about 5 hours ago or so and i was yawning when i got back. something is not right here. Exams are also looming, so i should really be studying...uhm, i'm kind of not right now...
I feel like a bad person.
On the upside, my teacher told me i don't need a high grade in my history exam to get an A grade overall - of course i still WANT a high grade, but that's a big relief.
Dad's doing the typical british man thing and doing a barbecue...this should be fun
So last night, my family did in fact take me out to that little sushi place that i like. And i invited a friend along so i was amazingly happy and Operation Cheer Up as i have just dubbed it was a total success. But i don't think i'll ever eat so much seafood before going to bed ever again. I had the wierdest dream in a long time.
Sadly i don't remember it in great detail. But i remember at the end i was talking to my mum about how i had apparently come back from a "meeting with my authors' circle" - which i dont even have. But i do remember i had 3 books in my bag (i think they were proof copies cos the one i pulled out didnt have a cover.) and i said one of them was called "Blue Moon".
That little reference of mine has been annoying me for a while today.
Today technically marked the beginning of my exams - my French spoken was at 12:30 and OH MY GOD i have never been so scared of something in my life. Though bravo me, for not showing it outwardly.
I officially do not handle stress well and i'm quite sure i made loads of grammar errors. *sigh* i need a good grade in this. At least a B or my favourite uni will reject me and i will cry for a week. No joke.
On the other hand - all over. All done now until...some time in June. June 16th i think is my next exam. yay, she says with heavy sarcasm. And also, now that that's over with, i have some time to occupy myself with other languages XP
I'm such a nerd sometimes.
Well after drinking a whole litre bottle of chocolate milk i bundled myself onto the coach and we left for our second day of WW1 battlefields. We saw a church the catacombs of which Hitler had been billeted in when he was a soldier, and the chapel where the statue of the Madonna nearly fell and had to be secured by the British. There was a story that when the statue fell the war would be over. Germans later caused it to fall, the year was 1918. Coincidence?
We drove through Messine, up the Messine ridge, (twice i think) and then to another cemetery. This one didn't sit well with me because there were a lot of gravestones that were joined together. And those graves are those where more than one body were discovered but couldn't be separated and so were buried in one grave. I don't like that for some reason. We then went to an exclusively German cemetery which, so we're told, Hitler himself visited during the German occupation of France and Belgium in WW2. I never thought graveyards could be different for different cultures - but oh yes! You can tell a German grave from a french or English one because it had a flat top rather than a slightly curved one. And sometimes they don't even have gravestones. They had small stone plaques about 12 inches square with names on. Most had between 3 and 6 names on them. Some as many as 20. I wasn't too keen on that either. Our guide explained it quite aptly i think - "The English remember, the Germans mourn". Very sombre place it was.
We spent most of the day in the coach because after visiting Lochnagar crater the weather turned on us quite viciously. Lochnagar is near to the Somme (but don't trust my geography skills) and is a huge hole in the ground from when the British set off a mine. The bang was heard in Dublin and the shockwave was so strong that it killed German soldiers in their trenches where they sat. The thing is at least 100ft deep and about 150 wide. So huge, it's almost scary. But i didn't get a good look and i wasn't quick enough to run around the crater before the rain (or hail rather) came down - and when i say came down, it was like standing under a waterfall. I may never complain about English weather again.
When the rain finally stopped, and after a small group went out into a cemetery in the downpour to find a guy's relative, we went to a museum where there are more trenches - not preserved in their original condition but where the dug out sections are still there and you can walk in them. I didn't stay too long because i felt a bit faint but i made sure to walk along what had been the British line and was rather relieved to see that i didn't have to crouch down so much in those - my 6'2'' friend wasn't so lucky and looked a tiny bit put out when i pointed that out.
I had really looked forward to going to the Somme battlefield simply to see what the resting place of so many dead men looked like. I'm ashamed to say i can't remember it very clearly, but i remember looking up at a display in the museum that owned it and looking at all the little photos of the men they knew had died there but had never been found. Most of them were in their 20s or 30s but so many of them were my age or younger and that wasn't nice to see. Again i didn't stay long because my friend hadn't banked on it being as cold as it was and she got really bad chilblains so i went back to the coach with her (goddamn me and my waning crush for her >///<). The part of the Somme i do remember was actually at a different location but it was a long underground tunnel that had lots of mannequins set up to demonstrate various scenes you'd see in the trenches like the medic, the machine gun post and so on. Practically everyone who walked past the one with the gas masks mentioned Doctor Who, even my friend/ex-crush who i never expected to watch that but i expect she just loves to watch me squirm uncomfortably. They had display cases with all kinds of things they'd found like spades and bullet-riddled tins of food, shoes and even rifles - some of which were shredded or rotting, some of which were unmarked, but it was upon seeing those things that i felt the need to turn to my friend and say "i've just realised that these men were actually people", as weird as that might sound to say. But learning the places and the numbers of casualties is totally different to standing in the graveyards or seeing the things pulled out of the earth. It wasn't a bad feeling but i did sort of feel responsible in a way, or maybe it was just humility, hard to tell.
We went to the Tiepval memorial after that to lay a commemorative plaque on behalf of the college. That thing is huge - i'd guess almost twice as big as the Menin gate! There are so many names it is untrue! Sadly we couldn't stay long because it rained on us yet again and this time even harder. Our final historical stop was Delville Wood cemetery where i put a little cross down on the grave of someone my mum wanted me to find. We then had to endure a long ride to Calais with only one stop for a loo break and stocking up on lunch and sweets. I got a bit cranky when i was hovering waiting for my friend to chose a sandwich and some girls dragged me away to read the options on a drinks vendor for them 'cause i was one of about 3 (not including a single adult with us) that spoke any french. And to be honest i was cranky because i was tired but also because (and this is a personal grievance) the girl wanted me to point out "hot chocolate" - chocolate in french is "chocolat", and there were only 3 drinks that weren't listed under 'coffee' so i was a bit annoyed with her, but that's just me.
I didn't like taking the Eurotunnel back into England - passport control was tighter going in than coming out, but it was ok so long as we didn't get the french police on our case (as i told my friends - you don't want that). I messed about a bit with my friends 'cause we were tired and bored and my ex-crush gave us (me particularly) "the look". But on the train we were all sort of nodding off at random intervals and i was complaining because my ears wouldn't pop and the pressure kept building in my head. Plus when you have a friend who keep reaching over and tickling you, you get a bit annoyed. I annoyed my friend next to me by singing "its a long way to Tipperary" over and over intermittently for about 2 hours. I think she was glad to get off the bus.
All in all, it was a really humbling experience that really put into perspective how many men died on both sides (because as the victors we don't always mention that the German losses exceeded our during and after the battle of the Somme). Although i will never go with kids form the year below me again, and this all does seem to push me closer to the stance of a pacifist because as much as i respect the men who died and who believed they were serving their country, when you consider the scale of it and the fact that a mile of muddy, shelled land was all they achieved in some locations (though i know some militarily minded people will shoot that claim down in flames) i do have to wonder whether so much war is really justifiable.
But oh well, i have Belgian chocolate to help me think it over, and i still say it counts as one of my five a day!
So I got back in one piece. Still tired as hell, but oh well what can you do. If there's anyone here who has ever thought of visiting Belgium/WW1 battle sites, or who studies history and has ever thought about it - i recommend you go.
We arrived in France with no problems and drove up from Calais to the Belgian border. You'll have to forgive me for not remembering the names of all the sites we went to. We went to one that was absolutely huge, (i think it was the second one we went to see), with a wall that went around the back and half of the sides in a semi-circle and all the names of the missing from that site had been carved in. Ok, you might think, so what. Each name was carved about..an inch high, on a wall 20ft high or more and so long that you could have parked three, maybe even four coaches along its length. The number of graves was quite impressive, i couldn't begin to estimate how many 'cause the cemetery went down quite a way. It also had a visitors' centre where they had a constant roll-call of the men who were buried in the cemetery - i tell you there is nothing creepier than when a name is read out and followed by the phrase "age unknown". I almost couldn't believe how boys were so eager to go off and fight that they felt the need to lie about their name and age - but then i have the gift of hindsight.
We also went to a place where some trenches had been preserved. I'm sure people have heard stories of Passchendale (also called the Third battle of Ypres) where men drowned in mud that came up to their waists. Well it wasn't quite that bad but believe me, one false step and you could very easily get injured or killed just by the mud or rain. And i'm sure we weren't actually meant to walk on the corrugated iron that covered some parts of the trenches (interestingly you can always tell a British trench or bunker by the use of corrugated iron - you learn something new everyday). Anyway, i decided i'd like to go into one of the underground trenches, which you could see 3ft into before the darkness became total. Neither of my friends with me wanted to, so i grabbed a first year student who had a light on his phone and off we went. Well, you can't conceive the level of darkness - I ended up clutching his coat just so that i wouldn't be left alone or get lost even though the tunnel was never intersected by another. While the light on his phone was only small it didn't even reach the walls, so we couldn't see a thing. I had one hand on the concrete wall which meant i scraped the pads of my fingers pretty badly when he started jogging (why? not sure). I was never so glad to see sunlight as when i got out of there. All you could hear was the splash of your own boots in the ankle-deep water and god-knows-what. I can't imagine willingly going down there but if i had shells whizzing overhead then i might think differently.
Anyway, i also went tramping through the overground trenches, again, all on my lonesome. Now those have ducking boards (or railway sleepers) in the bottom for you to walk on. Despite the construction guidelines they're not really wide enough for two men to walk along. Plus when i was smart enough to step off the aforementioned board, i lost my foot up to the ankle in muddy water - poking a stick into it told me it was nearly enough to come up to my knees which was just lovely. The upside was that it was mostly mud so apart from one little sheltered part that swallowed my foot the minute i stepped off the board, i wasn't in any real danger of sinking. That changed when i went down the other half (these were long things) because after about 3 turns (trenches are zigzagged rather than straight after all) the boards disappeared, and it wasn't mud that was left. It was water. Deep brown filthy water. And guess who was stupid enough to wade through it? *points at self* like a 5 year old in the rain. And my teacher has a photo to prove it.
After all that and unpacking our junk at our B&B we went to the Menin gate which incidentally was only a couple of minutes walk away from where we were staying. Thankfully i didn't cry at the Last Post but it was really quite an emotional thing and you do suddenly get this real sense of history. And yes, the Menin gate has men's names all over it. Again, an inch tall for each name, and over thirty feet and that's just the arch we stood in! I'd like to think everyone felt that but alas there's always one group that don't and my friend got really annoyed because this group of young girls at the front on the other side were chatting through the whole thing. Oh well.
The next part was my favourite, as shallow as it makes me sound. Our guide had convinced a chocolate shop nearby to stay open that night just for us. So we all piled in there and practically threw our money at them. Lovely little shop, though that did mean i had a stomach ache in bed that night (in the hour i was listening to the people on the floor above making a tonne of noise ><). You can imagine what a charming and sweet person i was the next morning.
i really don't get Daylight Savings Time. It takes away an hour of sleep which i kinda really need.
I'm still really tired but i've made an effort to pack for my trip to Belgium on Tuesday. I'm gonna cry at the Last Post ceremony, i just know it.
But oh well. I'll buy chocolate after that XD
I'm rather bored now though, cos i'm waiting for the washing machine to finish so i can get my combats out. I mean, i am gonna be tramping around in mud and stuff. But i'm so bored i'm watching Tim Minchin. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSfSV5BSZ2g <- probably the funniest thing i've heard all week. I love the joke about Jan Moir. and just trying to say Penta-Poofta-Piano-Posse is hours of amusement.
I think i've laughed so hard i've given myself hiccoughs. anyway, should go cos dinner's almost ready and then i have to get back to packing.
It's been a long week.
Not really a good week either. Haven't been blogging much lately for several reasons. 1) i actually own a diary now and i'm writing in that instead, just a bit more intimate and stuff, it's nice. 2) i've just been far too tired. I don't seem to be getting a break from college work and it seems to be getting more and more boring. 3) I don't think anyone especially cares, but it'd be nice if they did XD.
So i've been on iron tablets for the past month, they finally ran out last week. Sadly, they're not making me any more lively, any more alert. Big sigh. And now, the gloom is setting in. I have my french speaking exam in May and i'm so not prepared. Lot of pressure cos i'm not likely to meet the standard i need to reach to get into my uni of choice. Frankly, if i don't get in, i'll cry. But i simply don't have the time to pick up the slack from earlier. the exams aren't going to go well.
The one time i don't want my mum on my back. That doesn't help either.
Still, tomorrow will be nice. Going to see Alice in Wonderland, gonna buy sweets, and then gonna go to a party. I think i need that.
So busy xmas. Wii fit thinks it can trim my waistline. Somehow, i doubt it, but oh well i shall try~ getting pretty good at Step Plus now.
Yesterday was one of the best days of my life. Apart from the rain - i don't like being rained on. Went to see Avatar in 3D. And it was the good 3D - not the one with the red and blue glasses, but the proper kind where things actually fly out of the screen. And the film iteslf was fantastic! Absolutely amazing, i swear. The CGI is beautiful, you really see the amount of work that went into it. I highly recommend it. Though the falling in love part was very cliche, you can see that coming right from the off, but apart from that its a good story.
Of course, now i've left all my homework to the last minute. I now have 3 days to do 12 hours of french homework and i really can't be asked. *sigh* it's so monotonous. Anyway, i need sleep cos tomorrow i have a whole load of other things to do. yay procrastination.
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wheee, story working, posted July 3rd, 2010
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fail of the epic variety!, posted May 7th, 2010
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one hour ahead, posted March 28th, 2010
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