sessifet: (Confuzzled)
9:15: Going to be a busy day: packing to move to Geekhouse North on Saturday. Tea first.

9:20-9:50: Transfer files from desktop to Win2000 laptop so I'll have something to read after packing my books.*

10:00: I don't know where my crockery is. I know it's supposed to be in the house, but I don't know its precise geographical location. This is vexing.

10:15: Bouncing to Radio 2. Getting into packing and moving mood now.

11:00 I only have a shelf full of books? Where's the rest?

11:30: Packed my altar.

11:45: Where in the blazes is my monitor?

12:00: Done some dishes. Tea now.

12:20: Remind self I have not lost Fern. Fern is waiting for me in my room.

I needn't have worried all that much. I only brought over what could fit in the boot and half the backseat of a Rover75. Which isn't a lot. So not a lot of packing, just a lot of hunting around figuring out where things have migrated to over the past 14 months. It does mean my brain occasionally goes 'I'm sure we had more last time we packed...'.

12:25: Found my crockery. It was lurking in the conservatory.

13:30: Lunch.

14:00: My books only take up two boxes! This is unnatural.

14:35: Realise I'm moving into a house with a bacon-scented air freshener.

14:40: Informed HSBC of address change via phone. Go me.

14:50: Ordered nummies from the Pyramid Scheme of Nom

15:30: Time for tea.

15:40: I've tidied 'my' side of the desk.

16:00: Still haven't found my monitor. Getting tempted to nick this one.

16:10: Overwhelming urge to read one of my books. Which have all been packed. My brain is a cat. Or just an evil little fucker.**

16:25: Did rest of dishes.

16:30: I appear to have achieved 'teafee'. Not good.

17:00: Bop to Eurythmics after having achieved coffee.

17:05: Decide to pack room tomorrow.

17:10: Walk into door.

17:15: Realise I've not had a cigarette today.

17:20: Post this and go have a cigarette.

* Hmm? Yes, I do live in a house filled with books. Your point?

** Yes. I know. I live in a house filled with books. This does not seem to make any significant difference. They're not my books, which apparently does make a difference. Don't ask me, I don't know either.

Oh. Before I forget:

'Teafee' Recipe:

1. Decide to make tea.
2. Get mug and add tea bag.
3. Turn on kettle.
4. Return to packing and tidying and general dancing around to music.
5. Return 15 minutes later, realise you want tea.
6. Add tea bag to already present mug.
7. Repeat once more.
8. Wander into kitchen and realise you want coffee.
9. Add instant to mug while kettle boils.
10. Add boiling water.
11. Drink.
12. Go 'nyargh'.
sessifet: (Confuzzled)
9:15: Going to be a busy day: packing to move to Geekhouse North on Saturday. Tea first.

9:20-9:50: Transfer files from desktop to Win2000 laptop so I'll have something to read after packing my books.*

10:00: I don't know where my crockery is. I know it's supposed to be in the house, but I don't know its precise geographical location. This is vexing.

10:15: Bouncing to Radio 2. Getting into packing and moving mood now.

11:00 I only have a shelf full of books? Where's the rest?

11:30: Packed my altar.

11:45: Where in the blazes is my monitor?

12:00: Done some dishes. Tea now.

12:20: Remind self I have not lost Fern. Fern is waiting for me in my room.

I needn't have worried all that much. I only brought over what could fit in the boot and half the backseat of a Rover75. Which isn't a lot. So not a lot of packing, just a lot of hunting around figuring out where things have migrated to over the past 14 months. It does mean my brain occasionally goes 'I'm sure we had more last time we packed...'.

12:25: Found my crockery. It was lurking in the conservatory.

13:30: Lunch.

14:00: My books only take up two boxes! This is unnatural.

14:35: Realise I'm moving into a house with a bacon-scented air freshener.

14:40: Informed HSBC of address change via phone. Go me.

14:50: Ordered nummies from the Pyramid Scheme of Nom

15:30: Time for tea.

15:40: I've tidied 'my' side of the desk.

16:00: Still haven't found my monitor. Getting tempted to nick this one.

16:10: Overwhelming urge to read one of my books. Which have all been packed. My brain is a cat. Or just an evil little fucker.**

16:25: Did rest of dishes.

16:30: I appear to have achieved 'teafee'. Not good.

17:00: Bop to Eurythmics after having achieved coffee.

17:05: Decide to pack room tomorrow.

17:10: Walk into door.

17:15: Realise I've not had a cigarette today.

17:20: Post this and go have a cigarette.

* Hmm? Yes, I do live in a house filled with books. Your point?

** Yes. I know. I live in a house filled with books. This does not seem to make any significant difference. They're not my books, which apparently does make a difference. Don't ask me, I don't know either.

Oh. Before I forget:

'Teafee' Recipe:

1. Decide to make tea.
2. Get mug and add tea bag.
3. Turn on kettle.
4. Return to packing and tidying and general dancing around to music.
5. Return 15 minutes later, realise you want tea.
6. Add tea bag to already present mug.
7. Repeat once more.
8. Wander into kitchen and realise you want coffee.
9. Add instant to mug while kettle boils.
10. Add boiling water.
11. Drink.
12. Go 'nyargh'.

My weekend

May. 20th, 2007 09:57 pm
sessifet: (Bouncy!)
Short version:

Shiny!

Slightly longer version:

Got up at silly o'clock on Saturday; spent 4 hours onna train; waited at the station; met some new shiny people; faffed about with hair dye; had my hair faffed about with bleach (yay! blonde!); dressed up; watched dressing up happen (pretty corsets! and skirts! and jackets! andandandshiny); bounced around on VNV Nation (Eeeeeeeeeee! *bouncebounce*); saw all sorts of weird and wonderful outfits (sometimes with gorgeous people in them as well); lazed about on Sunday; watched Who; had nice risotto for dinner; took a train home; ate too many cccbs during the journey and am now trying to pry myself off the ceiling.

It was a nice weekend. I wouldn't mind rewinding and doing it again.

ETA: proof of blonde-ness behind the cut:
Read more... )

My weekend

May. 20th, 2007 09:57 pm
sessifet: (Bouncy!)
Short version:

Shiny!

Slightly longer version:

Got up at silly o'clock on Saturday; spent 4 hours onna train; waited at the station; met some new shiny people; faffed about with hair dye; had my hair faffed about with bleach (yay! blonde!); dressed up; watched dressing up happen (pretty corsets! and skirts! and jackets! andandandshiny); bounced around on VNV Nation (Eeeeeeeeeee! *bouncebounce*); saw all sorts of weird and wonderful outfits (sometimes with gorgeous people in them as well); lazed about on Sunday; watched Who; had nice risotto for dinner; took a train home; ate too many cccbs during the journey and am now trying to pry myself off the ceiling.

It was a nice weekend. I wouldn't mind rewinding and doing it again.

ETA: proof of blonde-ness behind the cut:
Read more... )

Today

Apr. 15th, 2007 12:05 am
sessifet: (Amusement)
A simply glorious day. Lots of sunshine and warmth. I was sorry to have to go to work, because it would have been nice to sit outside in the sun and try to get a bit of a tan. Not that I'd've been successful, as I'm as pale as a very pale thing and it takes me days of sunshine to get from "lights up a dark room" to "I blind people when light hits me".

Still, it was a lovely day. I went to work around noon and spent about half an hour lazing on the balcony at work before I had to start. One nifty thing about working Saturdays is that no one's there. This meant I could sit in my favourite spot (a flat roof connected to the balcony). There's something lovely and calming about being able to just sit and let the sunshine wash over you. A few co-workers joined me and, for once, there was no talking. Just lounging and enjoying the wonderful weather.

During my lunch break (or dinner break, really), I decided not to go to the balcony, but to go sit outside on the grass next to the pond in front of the building. I must have made people who were passing wonder (there's a large hospital opposite where I work), since I was sitting at the edge of the pond with no shoes on, and my feet in the water. I spent nearly all of my lunch break outside, just lounging on the grass with my feet in the water and feeding the coots and ducks.

I love spring. I especially love it when it's like this. It's warm and glorious and not at all stuffy and hot like it would be in summer. I love feeling the spring breeze on my skin, and sticking my feet into spring-cool water. I love walking around barefoot and smell the flowers and trees, and to practically see the new leaves and flowers growing. Not to mention grass; there's something truly special about the feel and scent of young grass.

Days like this make me want to find the nearest tree, climb it and then spend the rest of the day just watching the world go by. Or to find a lovely field of grass and lounge around on a blanket all day watching the sky.

Days like this make me want to sing and dance until I can't breathe and my heart feels like it's about to burst.

Days like this make me happy.

Creative

Jul. 9th, 2006 10:54 pm
sessifet: (Default)
I've been rather productive over the past few weeks. For some reason, I now have more creative energy than in...well...a very long time. I've been writing quite a bit, though nothing detailed. Mostly snippets, such as conversations that crop up in my head, situation sketches and broad story arcs.

Only one or two ideas will actually work right away, about a quarter will only work with lots of rewriting, and most importantly, suspension of disbelief. And three-quarters is impossible even with huge amounts of tweaking and disbelief suspended by the neck until deaddeaddead.

Perhaps I should start writing fanfiction. I think it might be easier in some ways, since canon is already established and I don't have to think up a logical and functioning world all on my own. Because that's actually the part that causes me the most problems.

To be honest, I'm not one for the fiddly detail when it comes to writing. Sketching, knitting, needle-point, cross-stitch, you name it and I can do fiddly detail. It's just when it comes to writing that my attention wanders. Seriously, I'll sit down fully intending to fill in the detail, and 5 minutes later my brain will be going 'Wheeeeeee! Let's write smut!' , which is highly annoying, because I suck at writing it. And yet my brain insists on trying. I think it's broken, or at least seriously defective.

Creative

Jul. 9th, 2006 10:54 pm
sessifet: (Default)
I've been rather productive over the past few weeks. For some reason, I now have more creative energy than in...well...a very long time. I've been writing quite a bit, though nothing detailed. Mostly snippets, such as conversations that crop up in my head, situation sketches and broad story arcs.

Only one or two ideas will actually work right away, about a quarter will only work with lots of rewriting, and most importantly, suspension of disbelief. And three-quarters is impossible even with huge amounts of tweaking and disbelief suspended by the neck until deaddeaddead.

Perhaps I should start writing fanfiction. I think it might be easier in some ways, since canon is already established and I don't have to think up a logical and functioning world all on my own. Because that's actually the part that causes me the most problems.

To be honest, I'm not one for the fiddly detail when it comes to writing. Sketching, knitting, needle-point, cross-stitch, you name it and I can do fiddly detail. It's just when it comes to writing that my attention wanders. Seriously, I'll sit down fully intending to fill in the detail, and 5 minutes later my brain will be going 'Wheeeeeee! Let's write smut!' , which is highly annoying, because I suck at writing it. And yet my brain insists on trying. I think it's broken, or at least seriously defective.

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