All things shiny and beautiful

I am typing this blog entry on my brand new laptop, its lovely, all sleek and silver with a widecreen display and it doesn't make whirring noises when I try and do anything. Even though we had broadband already, now we have a computer which knows what broadband is and we can use it properly.

I have been enjoying an impromptu half term as my uni can't be bothered to teach me at the moment, I was able to read a fiction book for a change which is great, as normally all I have time to read are uni books. I would whole-heartedly recommend 'Kafka on the Shore', my christmas present from Tom which I finished last week. Its beautifully written, very dreamy and full of confusion and mystery making you give up everything so you can keep turning the page.

We had a really lovely weekend, visiting Lyme Regis and Charmouth where we wet fossil hunting and found a few ammonites by the shore. It was bloody freezing though, you couldn't do anything to stay warm and the wind kept lifting up my skirt. It was too could to walk along the famous Cobb in Lyme so we had a hot chocolate in a sweet little cafe instead.

I have been a bit late, but have recently discovered the world of e-bay, buying a deleted cd for my parents, the Edukators DVD and a bargain Trains from Brazil 10". Very exciting to have lots of parcels arriving on the doormat. We're off to Bristol to see Belle & Sebastian and stay in a hotel on Wednesday, so lots to be looking forward to. Will report back at the weekend.

Depressed?

Its officially the worst day of the year, apparantly the christmas buzz has finally worn off, new year resolutions have been abandoned, colds are at their peak and christmas credit card bills are hitting the doormats. This isn't happening for me, I am still not smoking and my credit card bills are horrific every month, I am in good health and the christmas buzz wore off on January 6th when my lovely decorations went down, I had my birthday last week so I am like so over christmas. I have noticed that blog posting has slowed down from fellow bloggers who had resolved to write more blogs so maybe there is some truth in it. That's not to say that today is not a bad day, I am 800 words through a crap 2000 word essay on 'Is Politics an Art or a Science?' its due in tomorrow. Feck.

All consuming

After all that birthday fun we've had quite a quiet week. I have been really busy working on essays, and my love has been busy working. So not really any time to do much except watch 24 Season 3 on DVD and listen to my new CDs that I got on Saturday. I got Ben Folds Songs for Silverman from Tom for my birthday and I bought Rilo Kiley and Dr Dog (who will be playing Norwich Waterfront supporting Clap Your Hands Say Yeah on Feb 9th, for you Norwich kids). Ben Folds is as good as you all know he is, Rilo Kiley are my new favourite band as they have crafted a song called Does He Love You? which has seldom been off my walkman, and has been the subject of the repeat button many a time. Dr Dog describe themselves as:

" Dr. Dog is a musical band from the greater West Philadelphia area.We are interested in three-part harmonies, the out-of-doors, hoagies,vegetables and diminished chords "

This is good enough for me, and their music sounds like a lo-fi, American Beatles x Brtitish Sea Power, which is better than it sounds. Have very much been enjoying the magic of christmas vouchers.

In other good things that have happened, I got 76 for a presentation. That's a proper First and everything, I know its only for one thing, but its the second above 70 mark I've had so far. and I've only been at uni for 3 & a half months, It bodes well for me and I no longer feel like a thick, old person at uni.

I got my goldfinches back, as they had gone away in protest at my not feeding them over christmas and some chaffinches have joined the merry band of garden fellows. I also saw three buzzards whilst walking to get the bus today, this is why I love living here.
A big electronic hug goes out to our lovely friend Marco who fell victim to some thieving shits, illustrating the state of this piss-poor-excuse-for-a-country that makes me ashamed at times, We should all move to Bath, there's probably an ancient by-law banning scoundrels from within the city walls there. Speaking of good people moving from crap cities to nice places, Jon who is one of our very best of friends, is moving from Liverpool to Devon in the summer, mainly for the clotted cream but I think he likes us too. I am very pleased about this.

Happy belated New Year and Happy Birthday to me. Yesterday I reached the grand old age of 26, I am now in my late 20s looking in the eyes of the big 30 but lets not dwell on that. For my birthday I went to Bath, where we wandered around the beautiful alleyways, took a stroll around the royal crescent and the famous circle, ate a Sally Lunn, had a lovely meal in an italian restaurant and drank in two proper old fashioned pubs. I liked Bath, it was ridiculously nice, almost unreal. It doesn't seem like a real city where real people live and do crap stuff. Bit of escapism, I suppose, mainly on my behalf as I'm sure people do live boring crap lives in post war, semi-detached, laminate floored, tv in all the bedrooms homes, but it just seems like a place which is untainted by the is-everything-shitness of modern britain all Jane Austen rather than Eastenders, I like that in a city.