That year meme...
Dec. 6th, 2006 04:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alixandreaI think I did this last year. I'm doing paragraphs because they make more sense. Here goes...
January
Well, what a year that was. Full to the brim with ups and downs, I gained a new band, got married, went cruising on our boat again and helped fit our fire into our existing heating system, meaning we would never have another cold winter again. I managed a Whitby again and generally had a wonderful time there, despite getting stupidly wet and muddy... Erik's cousin has had his first baby (through his wife obviously...) which does take the pressure off us a bit! ;-) And we also adopted Tariq and his family, who also have a little girl. Maybe when L is a bit older they can play together. :-) In the same year, my favourite coat was stolen from me; my mum's cat Jack, Keir's cat Bean, a boat friend of ours called Nathan, and another boat friend (and KSR veteran) called Eddie (who wrote and read a poem for us at our wedding) all passed away within a few months of each other.
February
I've been fascinated by his case for a while now...
Interesting. I had been convinced (OK, by a local, somewhat right-wing Scottish newspaper) of his guilt. To start with I figured he was innocent and just picked on by a witch-hunting press, local community etc. Having read what the paper published of his case I changed my opinion.
(about Luke Mitchell's LJ)
And, on the same day, some good advice to/from myself (the whole entry)
In entirely unrelated news...
Today sux.
Repeat after me, once more with feeling:
People will not be who/what you want them to be just because that's what you want.
People will not be who/what you want them to be just because that's what you want.
People will not be who/what you want them to be just because that's what you want.
Dreams are not reality.
March
So, let me see:
I don't have an audition with WSL anymore, mainly due to the distance between me and them. It was a mutual decision and though I am disappointed I think it's probably for the best. On the F.U. front, I'm becoming less and less convinced that this is the band for me. We occasionally play the most amazing stuff, but these little jams never seem to become and more than just that, a jam. If we do come back to it, the song turns into something completely different. "We're supposed to be a metal band?!" was Ben's incredulous response when I mentioned this last night. James doesn't want to be in a metal band and I'm not really sure what Rishi wants us to be. It's great practice for my voice and we do have occasional strokes of genius, but I just don't like the direction we're going in. They're not interested in building a coherent image for our show, "just in case we're crap". I mean, what sort of attitude is that?
April
Haven't been feeling too good about myself these past couple of weeks, hence the lack of an update. My bad karma consisted of being pulled over while driving my van on a flat offside front tyre. I was taking it to the LDV garage up the road, probably about a mile from where she had been parked. I knew it was a stupid thing to do but I didn't have a spare tyre and the pick-up service the garage had recommended only did office hours and I work office hours.
(I got away with this one eventually. *Phew!
May
My 25th birthday present...
From Mum and Erik. Tickets for Download!!! :-) It's on my birthday weekend, the one after Strawberry Fair, so I'm going to be a very busy lady at the beginning of June.
June
Strawberry Fair?
Who's coming this weekend? I'm meeting Silver (WINOLJ) at 3pm at my boat, and my Mum and best friend Lucy at some point (probably earlier, probably also at the boat). I'm also doing the late shift in the Green Area stewarding cars out and litter picking.
July
It's been too long...
Since I last did an update. Work is hectic, although we've been given our end date for our contracts finally (30th September) so I don't have much motivation. Strawberry Fair was fun - I wandered around dressed like, "the avenging fairy of death" in the words of Camboater Kate, met up with lots of people, didn't spend anywhere near enough time with any of them, watched Jack's Family and Tarantism, failed to buy much tat (go me!) and stewarded at the end of the evening, successfully dealing with Stef, John the crap jeweller who failed to make our wedding rings, and an epileptic who hadn't eaten, hadn't taken his meds and had been sitting out in the sun all day drinking and taking legal highs. He didn't feel too well and thought he might have a fit. By this time (midnight) St. Johns had gone home so we called an ambulance from Addenbrookes who came onsite, right up to the guy, with their blue flashing lights on... The guy turned his head away and shielded his eyes, and I tried to shade him from the strobing lights with my body until the idiots finally turned them off. All's well that ends well though - they kept him in for a few days for observation but he didn't fit and he came out fine. :-)
August
So much to say, so little time...
I'll be brief. This weekend just gone, Erik and I went to the seaside (at Southwold to be more specific) andwe swam in the sea. Yep. Me. In the sea. Out of my depth. Didn't care. Erik didn't mention anything to me about it until afterwards in the van on the way home. "I'm proud of you," he said. "Oh yeah, why's that?" I asked. He mentioned I'd been swimming. In the sea. Out of my depth. I remembered at that moment only that I'm supposed to be petrified of such a thing. Terrified. Phobic.
I didn't care.
September
It was, in fact, my journal's 5th birthday yesterday. My first entry was, predictably, about 9/11.
http://alixandrea.livejournal.com/2001/09/14/
It took me a while to get over this and after a few false starts wallowing in my fear and misery about the state of the world, I re-started my journal properly in December of the same year:
http://alixandrea.livejournal.com/2001/12/04/
The entry is about the 'Punk Weekend' Erik and I had early in our budding relationship. It's quite sweet to re-read, although it appears nothing much has changed at Slimes, "...the sound man at Slimes needs to be shot at point blank range (IMNSHO of course...)" ;-P
October
So, I'm still unemployed, although I keep getting conflicting messages from DEFRA. I saw my ex boss lady (Anita) and other boss lady (Diane) in the street yesterday and they told me to get my arse up to one of the employment agencies as they are apparently still hiring for the Woodlands section. I get up there to discover they're not. Then today I get a VMX from Anita to say, "we want you back, Woodlands will take you, expect a call from the agency soon". But they haven't called yet. Hmm. I'm going back down to Eastbrook tomorrow anyway as I apparently left my HIM jacket there, so maybe I'll find out more then. It's likely that the agency are just being slow and will catch up eventually. I hope they do take me back, even if it's just tiding me over until I get another permanent job. Apparently things are already falling to pieces in the ES department and they might be getting some temps there again soon, so I can always transfer from Woodlands if this is the case and if I still don't have permanent work. Hmm.
November
So, Erik and I had a lovely time last night. I got some mixed fruit and nuts, a cooking apple and some bread, breaking bread and chopping the apple into small pieces and adding some dried meat, before eating a little of each, offering some to Erik, then putting this offering plate outside on the front deck for the spirits. I added a mug with a little cloudberry liquer and 'hexengheist' (a paint-stripper-strength German brew that my Father-in-law brought us back after his last trip there) to the offerings, and burnt a tea candle in a Green Man-faced oil evaporator with water and lavender oil in it. I also left out a small bunch of flowers that I'd had left over from the big bunch I did for Sally to brighten her day on the anniversary of her husband Nathan's funeral. I set the fire and got Erik to light it, so we'll be nice and snug for the winter now. And finally I switched on the little orange pumpkin fairy lights that are strung across our front window, to scare away any bad influences.
December
My very best friend in the whole world has finally split up with the abusive wanker she called a boyfriend for far too long. She's moving out of the shared house they've been living in, to a place that won't take animals. Trouble is she has two cats, gorgeous, young, mostly white with black patches brother and sister cats called Gala and Dali. The ex. can only just barely be trusted to tie his own shoelaces, let alone look after them, so they are, very unfortunately, looking for a new home.
January
Well, what a year that was. Full to the brim with ups and downs, I gained a new band, got married, went cruising on our boat again and helped fit our fire into our existing heating system, meaning we would never have another cold winter again. I managed a Whitby again and generally had a wonderful time there, despite getting stupidly wet and muddy... Erik's cousin has had his first baby (through his wife obviously...) which does take the pressure off us a bit! ;-) And we also adopted Tariq and his family, who also have a little girl. Maybe when L is a bit older they can play together. :-) In the same year, my favourite coat was stolen from me; my mum's cat Jack, Keir's cat Bean, a boat friend of ours called Nathan, and another boat friend (and KSR veteran) called Eddie (who wrote and read a poem for us at our wedding) all passed away within a few months of each other.
February
I've been fascinated by his case for a while now...
Interesting. I had been convinced (OK, by a local, somewhat right-wing Scottish newspaper) of his guilt. To start with I figured he was innocent and just picked on by a witch-hunting press, local community etc. Having read what the paper published of his case I changed my opinion.
(about Luke Mitchell's LJ)
And, on the same day, some good advice to/from myself (the whole entry)
In entirely unrelated news...
Today sux.
Repeat after me, once more with feeling:
People will not be who/what you want them to be just because that's what you want.
People will not be who/what you want them to be just because that's what you want.
People will not be who/what you want them to be just because that's what you want.
Dreams are not reality.
March
So, let me see:
I don't have an audition with WSL anymore, mainly due to the distance between me and them. It was a mutual decision and though I am disappointed I think it's probably for the best. On the F.U. front, I'm becoming less and less convinced that this is the band for me. We occasionally play the most amazing stuff, but these little jams never seem to become and more than just that, a jam. If we do come back to it, the song turns into something completely different. "We're supposed to be a metal band?!" was Ben's incredulous response when I mentioned this last night. James doesn't want to be in a metal band and I'm not really sure what Rishi wants us to be. It's great practice for my voice and we do have occasional strokes of genius, but I just don't like the direction we're going in. They're not interested in building a coherent image for our show, "just in case we're crap". I mean, what sort of attitude is that?
April
Haven't been feeling too good about myself these past couple of weeks, hence the lack of an update. My bad karma consisted of being pulled over while driving my van on a flat offside front tyre. I was taking it to the LDV garage up the road, probably about a mile from where she had been parked. I knew it was a stupid thing to do but I didn't have a spare tyre and the pick-up service the garage had recommended only did office hours and I work office hours.
(I got away with this one eventually. *Phew!
May
My 25th birthday present...
From Mum and Erik. Tickets for Download!!! :-) It's on my birthday weekend, the one after Strawberry Fair, so I'm going to be a very busy lady at the beginning of June.
June
Strawberry Fair?
Who's coming this weekend? I'm meeting Silver (WINOLJ) at 3pm at my boat, and my Mum and best friend Lucy at some point (probably earlier, probably also at the boat). I'm also doing the late shift in the Green Area stewarding cars out and litter picking.
July
It's been too long...
Since I last did an update. Work is hectic, although we've been given our end date for our contracts finally (30th September) so I don't have much motivation. Strawberry Fair was fun - I wandered around dressed like, "the avenging fairy of death" in the words of Camboater Kate, met up with lots of people, didn't spend anywhere near enough time with any of them, watched Jack's Family and Tarantism, failed to buy much tat (go me!) and stewarded at the end of the evening, successfully dealing with Stef, John the crap jeweller who failed to make our wedding rings, and an epileptic who hadn't eaten, hadn't taken his meds and had been sitting out in the sun all day drinking and taking legal highs. He didn't feel too well and thought he might have a fit. By this time (midnight) St. Johns had gone home so we called an ambulance from Addenbrookes who came onsite, right up to the guy, with their blue flashing lights on... The guy turned his head away and shielded his eyes, and I tried to shade him from the strobing lights with my body until the idiots finally turned them off. All's well that ends well though - they kept him in for a few days for observation but he didn't fit and he came out fine. :-)
August
So much to say, so little time...
I'll be brief. This weekend just gone, Erik and I went to the seaside (at Southwold to be more specific) andwe swam in the sea. Yep. Me. In the sea. Out of my depth. Didn't care. Erik didn't mention anything to me about it until afterwards in the van on the way home. "I'm proud of you," he said. "Oh yeah, why's that?" I asked. He mentioned I'd been swimming. In the sea. Out of my depth. I remembered at that moment only that I'm supposed to be petrified of such a thing. Terrified. Phobic.
I didn't care.
September
It was, in fact, my journal's 5th birthday yesterday. My first entry was, predictably, about 9/11.
http://alixandrea.livejournal.com/2001/09/14/
It took me a while to get over this and after a few false starts wallowing in my fear and misery about the state of the world, I re-started my journal properly in December of the same year:
http://alixandrea.livejournal.com/2001/12/04/
The entry is about the 'Punk Weekend' Erik and I had early in our budding relationship. It's quite sweet to re-read, although it appears nothing much has changed at Slimes, "...the sound man at Slimes needs to be shot at point blank range (IMNSHO of course...)" ;-P
October
So, I'm still unemployed, although I keep getting conflicting messages from DEFRA. I saw my ex boss lady (Anita) and other boss lady (Diane) in the street yesterday and they told me to get my arse up to one of the employment agencies as they are apparently still hiring for the Woodlands section. I get up there to discover they're not. Then today I get a VMX from Anita to say, "we want you back, Woodlands will take you, expect a call from the agency soon". But they haven't called yet. Hmm. I'm going back down to Eastbrook tomorrow anyway as I apparently left my HIM jacket there, so maybe I'll find out more then. It's likely that the agency are just being slow and will catch up eventually. I hope they do take me back, even if it's just tiding me over until I get another permanent job. Apparently things are already falling to pieces in the ES department and they might be getting some temps there again soon, so I can always transfer from Woodlands if this is the case and if I still don't have permanent work. Hmm.
November
So, Erik and I had a lovely time last night. I got some mixed fruit and nuts, a cooking apple and some bread, breaking bread and chopping the apple into small pieces and adding some dried meat, before eating a little of each, offering some to Erik, then putting this offering plate outside on the front deck for the spirits. I added a mug with a little cloudberry liquer and 'hexengheist' (a paint-stripper-strength German brew that my Father-in-law brought us back after his last trip there) to the offerings, and burnt a tea candle in a Green Man-faced oil evaporator with water and lavender oil in it. I also left out a small bunch of flowers that I'd had left over from the big bunch I did for Sally to brighten her day on the anniversary of her husband Nathan's funeral. I set the fire and got Erik to light it, so we'll be nice and snug for the winter now. And finally I switched on the little orange pumpkin fairy lights that are strung across our front window, to scare away any bad influences.
December
My very best friend in the whole world has finally split up with the abusive wanker she called a boyfriend for far too long. She's moving out of the shared house they've been living in, to a place that won't take animals. Trouble is she has two cats, gorgeous, young, mostly white with black patches brother and sister cats called Gala and Dali. The ex. can only just barely be trusted to tie his own shoelaces, let alone look after them, so they are, very unfortunately, looking for a new home.
