Belated Hogmany!

What American accent do you have? Your Result: Boston   You definitely have a Boston accent, even if you think you don't. Of course, that doesn't mean you are from the Boston area, you may also be from New Hampshire or Maine.
North Central
The West
The Midland
Philadelphia
The Northeast
The South
The Inland North
What American accent do you have? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

Thanks To Jen Jordan for the quiz link. I like that I may have a boston accent even though I'm Scottish.

Things I've discovered today

1. This Picture (Above)
2. 3pm is a bad time to start academic work when it is due in at 10am the next day.


3. I'm a lazy, lazy wicked person.


4. It's difficult addressing some crimbo cards (to not have this problem don't send any) I.e your lecturer: First name only? "from" or "Love" or "best wishes". Its a mess. I hate crimbo.


5. It's pointless doing your hair when the weather is like this. I've ended up with a thatch instead of hair. It's like trying to brush a crash helmet or, to be seasonal, a crimbo tree.


6. It's pointless putting on make up on days like this. I look like an oil painting which has run. And not in a sexy pop art type way. More in a washed out hooker type way.


7. I really shouldn't be typing "things i've discovered" lists when my essay still isn't finished and its 8pm.


8. shit happens.


9. I'm unlikely to get higher than a desmond for my honours.This is all my own fault.

2 posts in one week!

To begin, a joke:
Batman runs up to this guy and hits him with a vase shouting "t'pau!"
The guy says "don't you mean "kerpow?"
Batman says "no, I've china in my hand"
With thanks to the guy who writes in to the metro with jokes.

I've had a restorative coffee about an hour ago so I'm feeling chipper. And blogtastic...
My Christmas shopping is almost finished. By which I mean I've panic purchased in Boots the chemist and wrapped it up in my usual chewed up fashion. (Christmas was never neat). I hope my uncle likes the tights I've got him. They're ladder resistant.

THis weekend my mum is doing her room up so her freind is coming over to help and bringing his dog. I'm really excited. I love dogs. Especially this dog. It's a black and white collie and she's mental. AND she'll be in my house. Anyone who knows me should know of my mum's adversion to anything which might moult or dander inside the house. Hence I have snails. The dog gets an exemption though. It'll be great. *Next stop the pet shop for dog chew type treaty things*
Hmmm, what else has been happening?
I've been dropping lots of yule gift hints. I'm hoping for the post secret book, I love the site but hate that they disappear after a week. No other hinting been going on. I'm not that fussed over presents at christmas. Christmas pisses me off a bit. All these mentals on Tv and radio christmas is a christian celebration. No, its a pagan festival you stole. Like easter and halloween and all saints day and the majority of the individual saints days.
Bloody christians. (Hate mail can be left in the comments)
More on the pagan origins of Crimbo

Well I'm done.
Remember and turn the lights off before you go.
Beca

neon tetras riverdance?

I've been told to start blogging again by Bulbboy so here's a post.
I met bulboy in his place of work and he said he liked my writing, which was odd. Not as odd as the nudie piccie of bulb boy on his blog, but still odd. *I see you zooming off to look*
Not that theres anything wrong with bulb boy nude, It's just that I've also seen Bulb boy's brother naked and there should only be one person per family that you see naked.

I have been away from blogger for a while as it's my honours year and I have difficulty remembering where I live, let alone think up something interesting to say to all you gorgeous people.
Life goes well with me. I am on an official drive to try to stop being a gloomy bumcheek so much. I'm the person you avoid in the corridor at work/college/school. The one you ask how they are and (horror!) they actually tell you- usually preceeded by a big *SIGH* .
Gloomy bumcheek indeed.

My little yellow snail is either a) Ill or b) In the huff and as I haven't said anything particularly offensive I'm assuming he's ill. In the case of ill snails you pretty much sit and see if they die. Happy energy this direction please!

I'm off to do work and will my snail to live.
Be the Awen.
Beca

afternoon delights

Today I was invited for lunch with some people I know and their friends. What I didn't realise was that everyone would be bringing children of a Wide assortment of ages. Jeepers.
I try not to be tetchy about these things- it's someone elses choice to have kids etc etc.
But for me it really ends up like the smoking debate, I don't mind if you want to smoke just a)don't expect me to pay for it in any way and b)Don't waft your smoke near me.
Had I wanted to be irritated by kids I'd have actually lunched IN the wacky warehouse, chips balanced in the helter skelter.
I don't know how people cope. I can only assume you actually go insane during delivery or something. Constant screaming, crying moasning and shitting. I went a little mental myself.
As one small thing ran past brandishing a knife his mother looked at me and laughed, in the way dog owners laugh when their dog sniffs your dog's bum or something.
The hilarity.
I also found I have nothing to say to some people. Like, at all.
I find myself in an odd state in life. I'm 25, a studen,t and I've never actually had a longterm job. Or Kids. Nor do I holiday in Florida. Or Buy new cars. So I had nothing to talk to these people about. Theres a gulf. They don't care about biodiversity and I don't care that young billy said the funniest thing
Blah. roll on uni

Hello Scotland!

Back again. To ramble.
Whats been going on? I hear you mumble before realising you clicked the wrong link and ended up here.
Well.
I have a week before I go back to uni for the all important Honours year. I'm kinda looking forward to it but I'm a bit wibbly at the realisation of how much work there'll be. I'd really like a good mark. And not to have a mental breakdown. High expectations indeed.

I let colin and graham go in the garden. Graham and colin being the two garden snails I took in for a while, Colin was a tiny baby and Graham had been chucked about and had some shell damage.
I reasoned that they'd be happier free and with a risk of being eaten than completely safe but stuck in a box. They were all healthy and fed up on calcium so they have a good chance of making it over the winter.

The boss snail in the picture is Igby. Now a giant.
I'm planning a whole host of jolly japes with him, any suggestions can be emailed to me. For a small fee I'll let him slurp across the object of your hatred's tea spoons, plates or toothbrush then I'll email them the pictures of him mid shlomp after they've used the offending article. Ask me for a quote.

On unrelated matters: Happy belated birthday to Stuart's lovely lady.
Alright to everyone else and Russ- fix my link on yer page. I'm not sproutappreciation.com.

You scored as Paganism. Your beliefs are most closely aligned with those of paganism, Wicca, or a similar earth-based religion. You may also follow a Native American religion. Paganism 88% Islam 75% agnosticism 71% Satanism 63% Buddhism 54% Hinduism 50% atheism 38% Judaism 33% Christianity 21% Which religion is the right one for you? (new version) created with QuizFarm.com

Wow

You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational. Cultural Creative 69% Materialist 69% Postmodernist 63% Existentialist 56% Idealist 50% Modernist 25% Romanticist 25% Fundamentalist 13% What is Your World View? created with QuizFarm.com

Bizarre. It's spot on. I mean seriously spot on. I'm actually in shock at how bang on it is. Who writes these things???
Cheers Russ

sad...

Hey peeps.
yesterday I found out about steve Irwin dying.
I actually suprised myself by really feeling a mixture of shock and genuine sadness.
I thought he was invincible.
I thought back and realised how long I've been watching the guy. I remember watching the first tv show he ever did on uk tv, about deadly snakes. Then crocodile hunter the film and I'm a secret crocodile hunter diaries watcher too, tuning in most weekends.
Amazing
He was A rabid environmentalist and general ace type star.
I've been sitting realising that if I could, for a day, live with the amount of enthusiasm that he had during his entire life, I'd be happy bunny.
What an incredible legacy.

The sexy new arrival: Dylan

why yes! I have had a stroke....

Dentist today.
i seem to have some freakish bloodvessels going on in my mouth because the numb gum stuff made my tongue faint but still leave me with sensation in my gums *oyah!*
A double dose of the stuff left me very much feeling like I had a large wad of uncooked meat in my mouth and unable to talk.
Well, actually, I could talk I just chose not to as I sounded like I had a stroke. I was also managing a big lisp that made me sound like I had radio interference in my mouth.
Someone asked me for the time. I couldn't believe it. No one ever asks me for the time. Ever.
It couldn't have been a normal time either could it? Nope One o'clock would have been fine but no. It was twenty to two. If anyone remembers the Roy Hattersley puppet from spitting Image then I was very close to that.
Poor boy was drenched. I lisped "slorry" and he looked all sympathetic and said "its ok you can't help it"
Meaning I actually looked as big a spastic as I felt.

New Arrivals!

My Iredalei have turned up in the post yay!
For the uninitiated Iredalei are a type of land snail. They don't lay eggs which means it can live with igby without 'any of that nonsense' as my aunt would say.
As a bonus it's yellow. The whole snail is yellow. Gorgeous.
Pics coming soon

jeez

So I'm house sitting today. It's become a bit of a habit these days. Random people throw house keys at me shouting "benidorm... fortnight... gerbil...mortice lock!" before they waft off and I can nibble their biccies, use their broadband and watch their cable tv. It's a hard life.
I really have to be careful on my internet forays though, I realise the internet seems to have some magic memory that can magic up sites that I've visited. Its distressing. Especially as all of the house owners have kids and I tend to look at NSFPWH (not suitable for people with humanity)
However, I have discovered that the people I'm house sitting for are not so careful.
Clicking in the box on google conjured up, basically, every single female actress you can think of with "naked" or "nude" suffixed or prefixed to their name. Oh and "courtney cox nip slip"
yes.
Indeed.
Makes my "M&M's up anus" search look positively tame.

Oi! nibblet!

First I'd like to thank whoever it was who not once but twice tried to get into my blogger account, did you not realise that when you request the password it emails ME?? twat.

So I'm house sitting for the week and trying not to worry. (Those are two separate things)

The house sitting is nice, especially since they have a trampoline in the garden and I can leap about on it. Lovely Jubbly. Not so much jumping about today though, as the sun could bake you to the pavement so I'm hiding indoors.
I hate summer.

The trying not to worry part is because I seem to have nothing to worry about. And that worries me because I worry about not having something to worry, because I must have missed something, so rare is it for me to have nothing to worry about. So I'm trying to relax a bit and enjoy my break. And not worry. Which is hard.
On a plus note the house I'm staying at has cable so I'm "most haunted" every night at midnight. Except last night which was like most haunted-athon night and I had 2 and a half hours of the ranting mental nonsense.
I really don't think anything beats Yvette Fielding shitting her pants in the dark.
"Did you hear that creak?!?!?!?!?!?!?"
hahahahaa
Run Fielding Run.
*snigger*

alright?

Hey troops.
Its me. Excuse me, I mean its me- BSc.
Indeedy, I have passed the degree with Distinction. Thats not just my opinion btw, it's what it said on the letter I recieved from the uni. I'm a chuffed bunny. Yay for me *waves little flag*

I've seemed to have gone into a little hibernation so I apologise for the silence.
I have, however, been taking pictures a lot over the last couple of day's and popping them on my flickr account, I'm kinda chuffed with some of them. I usually hate my pictures but I've been trying to crop them properly and making an effort. A few people have been looking at them so I've got a tiny bit of encouragement that no-one has said " what crap pics!". They've not actually said anything at all but I'm taking the silence positively.
If you want a look- clicky.

I'm HOW old??

Jeez thats old.
Time loadsa things here
Thanks to Bulb boy for this one.

news and Chat

I have time to chat just now.... FOR I HAVE HANDED IN ALL MY DEGREE WORK.
All in. Barring shit results and natural disasters I will be a BSc.
I thought I'd be happy but dammit, I just want to cry and curl up into a ball. I hope a feeling of joy will arrive soon. This has taken long enough and I'll be damned if I'm gonna feel miserable.

So... Chat.
My very favorite TV programme is back on, the untempered JOY that is the Beechgrove Garden is now gracing our screens again. The very staple of scottish gardening has been on for 20 years and I've watched it all. Seriously. Ask my mum.
Alan Titchmarsh and Monty Don- pee off! Beechgrove kicks ass. A programme which shows us what we can really plant up here is just ace. Monty Don and his tender perennials. Ptcha! wouldn't last the night up here mate. What you want is something HARDY, like heather(who, incidentally, does the weather).
This week they are trialing 'lady cucumbers' which sounds to me like something lesbians would subscribe to. If you are in the BBC scotland area I urge you to watch.
I think this may be the year i will visit the field of dreams, Aberdeen here I come!

The weather just now is glorious. The past couple of nights the sunset has been like the golden angelic choir have been doing a dress rehearsal outside my window but I couldn't look, for I was typing. But now I shall go and frolic and possibly Gambol if my knee holds up.

What a nice day.

Good evening sports fans!

I have replaced the blessed soon to be sainted Ipod with a Sony walkman.
20G of purple delight. Isn't it lovely?
I'm quite chuffed but pretty damn annoyed at Apple's attitude toward the battery issue- pretty much "ha ha ha we have your money" sums it up.
Boycott ipod thats all I can say.

Slipped away after a brief illness.

I am in mourning.
It happened so quickly I almost can't believe it.
Here and then gone.
A simple slip is all it took for my ipod to die.
His corpse is in my bag as I type. Poor ipod. You didn't deserve this.
I thought I could change the battery myself and I killed you.
Service to be held thursday at 1. No flowers please.

This ain't Musak.

As you know, I don't move without my headphones in. It's the only thing I do regularly is listen to music. I have a new dealer. A new way of pumping my veins with the lucious stuff.
So-If you like a bit of music, new stuff and something new I wholeheartedly recommend
The Tartan Podcast
No need for itunes or owt. Just clicky play and you can listen.
You might find something you like.
I found The Calamateurs. And they fucking rock.
I'm also on Myspace. Shut it. I go for the music.

skeleton bob cometh!

So the badger snuffled outta his sett and managed to get my skeleton Bob prize through to me.
And Lo! it is magnificent. I thought I looked quite special in my hat but to have it confirmed by Skeleton Bob is an honour indeed. Much framing of pics shall ensue. Though I didn't like the way special was in these little ' things: 'special', suggesting I have a bus come to get me for the day centre...
But the fun didn't stop there...oh no.
I got an envelope. AND Cat hair AND some dead Ficus leaves AND a book which had been scribbled in. AND i didn't win the euromillions. But the thought was there.
The cat hair triggered my hayfever a couple of weeks early but a runny nose couldn't stop me enjoying my prize..no no
One swift phone call to the badger confirmed that those indecipherable squiggles are in fact authors signatures-Jeez peeps, they're pretty bad. I'm gonna scan in the signature page and kudos to anyone who can get some of those names nailed. Thank custard for word processing thats all I'll say.
I gotta prize!! I gotta prize!!
Thanks Uncle Stuart!
Oh and wanking featuring in the first PAGE of the book? Classy.