With Every Broken Heart We Should Become More Adventurous
Mmmm, pancakes. It honestly hadn’t occurred to me that it was Shrove Tuesday today until I got a text mid-afternoon from Michelle inviting me round this evening for some battery goodness with her and Sarann. Of course, the pancakes themselves lasted ohh, about 10 minutes, but were followed up by a good three hours of chatting.
*Clink* *Crack* *Hssss* *Fzzzz*
It’s the strangest compulsion. I get in from work and all I want to do is crack open a bottle of Coke. I’m not thirsty. If I was, well, I’d much rather be drinking Dr Pepper. Yet that simple action of lifting a Cold One out of the fridge and the resulting satisfaction gleaned from prying off the bottlecap is almost intoxicating. Clearly, that (alco) pop-culture is starting to have an effect, perhaps my brain is trying to tell me something?
Ham and Jam and…
I’ve been getting a lot of these specific spam comments recently. I wonder if the intertubes are trying to tell me something.
I Remember When Twitter Was Cool
It occurred to me that I have never really publicised that I use Twitter. I mean, there are plenty of references to it in my various web presences (for example, the box just to your right), but I haven’t explicitly mentioned it. I guess, when I started using it, it was just some little thing on the side. An experiment to supplement this place, if you will. Not to mention it wasn’t cool.
Now however, well, everyone is talking about it; countless mentions on the radio and TV, articles in various tabloids proclaiming it as being pointless (pot, kettle etc) & an invasion of all manner of A to Z list celebs, cult figures, marketing types, presidents and more besides.
I tend to use it an awful lot than this place now, too. Often I’ll have thoughts that I could stretch out to a full entry, but there’s little point when I can plainly post it on my Twitter. I also use it a lot during work when I find/think of something that I would spam MSN/Steam with were I BLOODY ABLE. Ahem. And unlike Facebook status’ , there’s none of that third person perspective nonsense.
I can be found, funnily enough, here. Until, that is, I get bored and find a new Web 2.0 frontier to brave.
Why I Love Mondays (Off)
I didn’t go to work today, and it was wonderful. Three day weekends are one of (my) life’s great pleasures. After last week and all that it entailed, I elected to take today off to recharge my batteries, and it has done me wonders.
On the surface, it wasn’t the most thrilling of days off. I did some ironing, some hoovering, finally went to the car wash and did the weekly shop (via Subway for lunch with Dan, which was grand. Something I wish we could do more often, if it weren’t for the whole working 10 miles apart). I generally just pottered around the flat, doing the kinds of things I would be doing at the weekend, if I wasn’t so pressed for time (or rather, exhausted). I also discovered just why my flat is so bloody awful at keeping the heat. All the trickle vents on my windows were open. And had been open all of winter. Piffle, nads and darnit indeed. Still, we’re not out of the thick of yet, so closing them should at least make things more bearable for the next couple of months.
The great knock on is that this is now a four-day week, and the next weekend will come even sooner. However, that will then leave me with a week till my project is due, but I don’t think anyone really believes that is going to happen. As for next weekend, well, I’ve no plans yet. Though, if the past few weekends are anything to go by, I shant be stuck for things to do!
As mentioned yesterday, I really do feel much better now, almost as though last week hadn’t even happened. Though this does raise the concern of just how easily my defenses can be shattered, but I guess that’s not likely to happen again for another few months yet, eh? Sometime around April, I wager.
Better Left Unsaid
For those not in the know, Nazokoneko is Rachael.
Last night I wrote a rather wordy & emorific entry on the above comment. However, I elected to hold off on posting it, to sleep on it if you will. In the end, I reasoned that it’d probably be better me not posting it; whilst it might have offered some catharsis in the short term (or, hell, maybe even started a more involved dialogue with Rach), in the long term it would probably do more damage than good.
So, just know this; I’ve had a bad week, but I’ve been worse. At the end of the day there’s nothing that any amount of emoness can do about it; the last 7 months have made that perfectly clear.
Guess it’s not all bad; it could be an incredibly crass and commercialised holiday tomorrow centred entirely around relationships. Oh, snap!
And I Sing At The Top Of My Lungs; ‘Happy Birthday Us’
A year later and I still don’t really know. My circumstances have changed plenty over the past 12 months, and as a consequence, so has this blog. From the first flurry of “I’m going to be a games journalist”, through to completing my FYP and degree, then having my heart broken, getting a job and finally joining the real world, seniath.wordpress.com has provided me with a suitable outlet for any rants, rambles and other such word explosions. So, thanks for coming, and here’s to another (hopefully less eventful) year.
No idea who this kid is, just google imaged for "bored birthday".
Defragging My Spare Time
Recently I’ve had the… good fortune of developing something that resembles a proper life. I’ve done plenty with my friends, taken up some exercise, started cooking more for myself, caught up on TV and generally got into a sensible routine. The problem is, more and more I’m finding myself with little free time, and obviously something has to give. And it seems the casualty is my gaming.
Actually, that’s a bit of a misnomer. I do have free time, it’s just in small blocks, bookending times when I’m busy. Half an hour here, 90 minutes there, but never a nice long contiguous block of three hours. The problem is I’m still somewhat in a studenty mindset when it comes to playing games; that I should devote great swathes of time to games, and that playing one for half an hour is ultimately pointless.
Clearly, this is poppycock. And more importantly, if I don’t break out of it I’ll never get round to completing Mass Effect, let alone even starting Gears of War 2!
The Sound of Settling
On Monday night, whilst lying in bed unable to sleep (mostly because my ears were still ringing), my mind started to race, flitting from thoughts of the gig, plans for the weekend, other blog entries, work and so forth. Until, that is, it had the grace to settle on one single image; Rachael and I stood on her doorstep, waving goodbye to Izzy, Rob, Dan & Matthew after the BBQ we had at the start of summer.
It wasn’t so much the usual emo trappings that got me (don’t get me wrong, they were still there, just not so in force as they would’ve been a few months back) but more the ideal is represented. Perhaps it is merely a cliché that has been burnt into my subconscious by too many American sitcoms & family dramas, but being that settled is about all I want from life at the moment. Ironic, really, since that desire to be settled is why Rachael left me (well, that and me being a rebound thing. Not that she said that. She didn’t say much, to be honest. One text and two Facebook messages. CLOSURE IS GOOD, YES? Me, bitter? As if. But I digress).
My work life is settled (I come off probation this week), and my social life is getting there. Izzy and Dan came round for dinner last night, and it was the first time I’ve had friends round since, oh, last October? In addition, Ant & Tilly are coming on Friday, which’ll be grand, as I certainly didn’t do enough with those two whilst we were at uni. Hopefully these kind of things will become a bit more regular in the future. I mean, what’s the point of having a lovely clean flat if I’m the only bugger who ever sees it? Still, there’s just one key element missing, a fact that will no doubt be hammered home with Valentine’s fast approaching.
