4:41 p.m., Friday, March 30, 2001
Why am I so clumsy? Yesterday while I was walking to coffee I whammed my head really hard off a metal bar. By the time I got home yesterday I was so wound up from holding it in all day I cried pretty much as soon as I walked through the door. And just now I went into my boss's office. Noone's been in there all day so the light was off. I switched it on but kept walking up to his desk, looking at the things in my hands, and almost immediately tripped over a chair that I knew damned well was straight in front of me. The way I fell I could have whammed my head off the edge of his desk and had a matching bruise the other side.
I've really got to start thinking about what I'm doing.
Anyway, I'm going soon (I've still not eaten any lunch and although I wasn't bothered before it's starting to catch up with me now!) so sorry I haven't kept up my new writing frenzy at pieces of me but if this many blogs in one day isn't enough for you....
well it should be.
Incidentally, I worked out that as a general rule the people who inspire me most are the people who update least regularly. This is possibly because they have a life. Please don't anyone take offense at this as I have a life and yet I update quite a lot! It's also that you're (nearly all) in completely different time zones to me.
4:16 p.m., Friday, March 30, 2001
I was bored. I'm not convinced about the colours but I seem to be lacking in inspiration right now and still wanted something different. I could have just changed the text colours but I wanted more.
What do you think? Honestly? (But still polite!!!)
3:32 p.m., Friday, March 30, 2001
I go to a goth night called Purgatory whenever I'm in York the weekends it's on. (It used to be called Afterlife, and the webpage seems to be under construction right now, sorry.) They're presently setting up a membership scheme and request contact details and I've been having a prolonged email discussion with the bloke collecting the data. He said they were thinking of asking for 'three words to describe yourself' but were scared everyone would just come up with "voluptuous", "dynamic" and
"impoverished" (gothic, eh?). I came up with
easily addicted
cares about everything
friendly-happy-person
Yes I know they're not words but what the hell.
Anyway I've just had an email back asking "Which character in which film would you most like to be?" and
"which character in which film are is most like you?" and I'm stuck! I know you can't answer for me, but what about you?
3:01 p.m., Friday, March 30, 2001
This scares me. The point they seem to miss is that the doctor has as much of a right to live as the unborn child.
12:17pm, Friday, March 30, 2001
Sitting on my computer since last summer, way back before I had a website, have been some journal entries I wrote while I was trying to sort out my feelings about Alan and Paul. I've not been sure what to do with them. They're so far removed from my life at the minute it's strange reading them again. It makes me cry.
But they were part of me not all that long ago. I don't want to just delete them. So I've posted them at my site, in my journal, under 'older entries'. Read them, or don't. I just need to know there was a point to writing them.
10:25 a.m., Friday, March 30, 2001
It's my birthday on 11 April (one week on Wednesday) and I'm hoping one of my relations gives me money so I can get this.
9:33 a.m., Friday, March 30, 2001
I'm green.
"You're green, the color of growth and vigor. Good-hearted and giving, you have a knack for finding and bringing out the best in people. Green is the most down-to-earth color in the spectrum — reliable and trustworthy. People know they can count on you to be around in times of need, since your concern for people is genuine and sincere. You take pride in being a good friend. For you, success is measured in terms of personal achievement and growth, not by status or position. Rare as emeralds, greens are wonderful, natural people. It truly is your color!"
I think that's pretty accurate!
9:31 a.m., Friday, March 30, 2001
Johanna started a discussion board!!! And so far there's only four of us registered, so get on over and start discussin'!
3:57 p.m., Thursday, March 29, 2001
I'm glad Loria's back.
2:24 p.m., Thursday, March 29, 2001
Interesting. I'd be interested.... without the torment of knowing exactly how much longer I have to be here, I might even get more work done! ;)
2:18 p.m., Thursday, March 29, 2001
The only problem with this is that low intensity workouts tend not to build bone mass, so if you only ever walk or cycle as exercise you're going to have a higher risk of osteoporosis in later life. The article doesn't mention this at all. But generally - woohoo!
2:09pm, Thursday, March 29, 2001
New discovery of the day. I like her writing a lot.
11:46am, Thursday, March 29, 2001
New journal entry. I'm really storming ahead with this writing business.
5:25pm, Wednesday, March 28, 2001
I'm making up for lost time at pieces of me. New journal entry.
9:59am, Wednesday, March 28, 2001
The news item on BBC TV this morning on this almost made me cry. 11 year old girls wanting Gucci bags, going for the 'biker babe' look... it just seems wrong to me. I don't know how my parents managed to bring up my little sister so she's managed to retain a childhood, but they did, and she's still well balanced, happy, not missing out on anything.... anything else just doesn't seem right.
9:47am, Wednesday, March 28, 2001
Since when was the population of Britian Anglo-Saxon? The indigenous population was Celt. The Angles and the Saxons were Germanic tribes that invaded Britian (can't remember when). But let's not forget about i) the Romans, ii) the Vikings and iii) the Normans who all invaded us, came over and moved in, contributing much to the English language and British society as a whole. And I cannot believe that anyone could possibly be thick enough to think that they could get away with this. But he's not standing for reelection, so I suppose he thinks he can get away with anything....
4:14pm, Tuesday, March 27, 2001
Copy of email just sent to Loria
Hey Loria my love.
I'm back in work, and Alan says you left the flat six hours ago, at ten this morning, and it feels more bizarre than you can ever imagine. I just spent some time reading through all your journal archives and I miss you, yeah, already. The trip was so long in coming and... it's hard to explain. The days didn't rush by in the way I'd feared, they seemed to be the right length - we got immense amounts done but the days weren't too long or too short. But - it feels wrong that you've gone already.
It was fun. More fun than I can ever tell. Mad spottings of Gary Kemp from Spandau Ballet in Virgin Megastore, the visit to the Globe Theatre, bomb scares on the tube, writing postcards to everyone, discussing men, the genuine British shopping experience, lots of hummous, sitting round with Chinese takeout and red wine and talking about politics, GM food, environmentalism... rediscovering the art of conversation ;) I've missed out a million things but I could never really list them all.
Basically I just wanted you to know that it was wonderful to meet you... just as lovely as I hoped - I'm always scared new people won't like me, but we seemed to get on just great. I hope you enjoyed the whole damned trip as much as you deserved, as much as I did (even though I didn't get to do the whole thing) and I've got to start playing the lottery and start writing properly again - one way or another, I will raise the money to come see you!
Take care and I hope your journey back goes (went by the time you read this) well.
Much love
Beth xx
12:12pm, Tuesday, March 27, 2001
My bloody computer crashed just as I posted that last entry. But at least it got posted first. Anyway... have you got your postcards? I know Erin got hers, but Tricia? Hilary;? Kate? Marjorie? Do you just not love me any more? *sniff*
12:06pm, Tuesday, March 27, 2001
New journal entry at pieces of me, dammit. I don't have time for these words. But they're driving me on.
9:24am, Tuesday, March 27, 2001
I'm back. And I have mountains of work to do. But I had a wonderful week. London was superb, Loria and her friends are lovely, and my friends got married.
Probably won't have time to write any more today... but it's nice to be back. Sort of.