tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73590272011-08-01T16:42:39.796+01:00smaller and louder than you might think.little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.comBlogger4591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-63269125329868473752010-08-01T09:47:00.002+01:002010-08-01T09:52:30.554+01:00

Things that writing a dissertation has left me with:more muscle on the right side of my back than the left, from carrying heavy books in a one-shouldered bag.an appreciation of good grammar; especially punctuation, in particular: colons.an avoidance of contractions when trying to make a point.anger at misspelling or bad punctuation, i.e. 'occassion' or 'lets do this'.overindulgence in lists.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-87957247664230153642010-07-13T15:15:00.002+01:002010-07-13T15:35:31.407+01:00

So, I have a job now (waitress at Las Iguanas) starting tomorrow. This not only means I have something to do, but also will be earning money, therefore will have the opportunity to do stuff when not working! Rather pleased about this as whilst I may not be that bothered about having money per se, it is kinda hard to do things and see people without it. The great facilitator.For those of you a

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-85246466372962121272010-07-07T20:26:00.002+01:002010-07-07T20:36:21.151+01:00

When I'm older, I'll have a house with an expansive garden. It'll be somewhere in the mountains, a bit out of the way but not in the middle of nowhere. The garden will need to be big, to accommodate my studio (cuboid, single-storey, one wall completely glass) as well as a veg patch, plants, a barn (for the chickens and the goats in winter) and a wild area for the goats to graze in summer.I'll

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-47096129182462292742010-07-06T20:49:00.001+01:002010-07-06T21:44:45.013+01:00

How easy it is to slip into old habits; how tricky to democratically remind loved ones that they do not know us so well any more.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-6511741933310602972010-07-04T12:17:00.004+01:002010-07-04T22:12:29.406+01:00

There are too many ghosts in this town - literal and metaphorical. Millions of tiny reminders of that which was, those who are no longer here, past selves, past memories I may choose to forget. People who remember a you-that-was, find it hard to connect with the you-that-is, or blithely ignore the changes you've made and that have happened to you.People who have changed from when you knew them

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-72115780836516621912010-07-04T12:11:00.003+01:002010-07-04T12:17:51.905+01:00

My own personal rules of vegetarianism, developed over the last 6 months:1. I am a vegetarian. Not you. Therefore, it does not affect you, unless you are going to cook for me.2. No, I don't have to tell you why. I don't ask you why you are Christian/wear horrible shoes/eat more cake than is good for you.3. Flies that fly into your mouth whilst cycling do not count.4. I am a vegetarian, not a

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-62353664880914013652010-07-03T20:24:00.002+01:002010-07-03T20:30:57.580+01:00

So. University is over; a decade and a half of study that has formed the backbone to my life has come to an end. The last time I was not in full-time education I was 5. Being 21 now, I daresay my previous experience will be of little help now.A useful period of one's life - not left without some gain (a First Class BA in Music, thankyouverymuch) - but always looked down upon as Not the Real World

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-21966179032118778822010-01-01T19:25:00.002Z2010-01-01T19:35:20.316Z

So, last year I made New Year's Resolutions for the first time in a while:Go to the gym 3 times a week, and climbing (whether indoor or outdoor) at least once. I need to get fit before I go to Italy in May.Don't go to bed with makeup on!Take photos for Wardrobe Remix every day - this means I will think more about what I wear and therefore be happier in my style choices (hopefully!)Do work before

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-9781178879989897182009-10-22T22:24:00.003+01:002009-10-22T22:33:07.950+01:00

So I'm back in England, and I'm ill. Whilst not exactly an unsurprising turn of events, it is one I'm rather fed up with. I'm at that end stage of flu where you can't really breathe (as opposed to the previous stage where you can't really eat, which is more painful but strangely less tiring) so doing anything is major hassle. And doing nothing is majorly dull.Last week I had a migraine that

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-6116960042296494412009-04-18T15:10:00.004+01:002009-04-18T15:20:51.585+01:00

So, I'm in a book! A book of street style, no less. Well, a book of what women actually wear.It's called What I Wore Today. My copy arrived in the post today.(I'll admit I went into Urban Outfitters, where it is also on sale, a while ago and looked at it.)It's quite weird that there is an actual book out there with my picture (2 pictures!) in it.Like it's weird that I actually get to spend 5

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I realise I've been a tad sparse with posting lately. This is mainly because anything I've been able to write lately hasn't been something I really felt suitable for this blog.I've been pretty depressed for a while now and it's kinda hard to get out of the black cloud long enough to write about anything meaningful.I've been writing in a paper diary...extract:Sat 14th March, 1.10am.I am tired of

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-73308671933040558532009-02-28T13:20:00.002Z2009-02-28T13:23:31.093Z

Spring is coming. I can feel it in the air. And with it, it brings a freshness, a light, a newness to life.It makes me want a new wardrobe.......I want nudes and whites and greys and fresh blues and greens......I want peach skinny/straight jeans and navy pumps......I want a selection of oversized yet delicate vests, and pretty jumpers...I want fresh, and clean, navy and nude, and an end to the

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-50034379013179920222009-01-21T10:38:00.002Z2009-01-21T10:45:26.238Z

Ok, now I remember why I don't make New Year's resolutions. Progress so far:Failed. I went on the first Sunday I was back in Leeds, then went to Hifi that evening and injured my wrist. Now that it's better I will do this though.Failed.Totally failed - though I have been paying attention to what I wear.Haven't had a chance to fail yet - and given that this is the most important one, hopefully I

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New Year's Resolutions:Go to the gym 3 times a week, and climbing (whether indoor or outdoor) at least once. I need to get fit before I go to Italy in May.Don't go to bed with makeup on!Take photos for Wardrobe Remix every day - this means I will think more about what I wear and therefore be happier in my style choices (hopefully!)Do work before the deadline, not at the last minute!2009 has the

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-88576508182562648332008-12-31T13:54:00.003Z2008-12-31T14:06:10.013Z

So we have finally come to the end of 2008. It's not been a great year for me. In fact it's probably been one of the worst years of my life.I suppose generally it's been ok - it was the year I started climbing properly, which is definitely not something I'm sad about; and I'm enjoying uni, especially now I'm in second year and I get to study stuff I actually like.But there have been so many

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little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-67082279531033550282008-11-19T20:03:00.009Z2008-11-26T11:36:52.926Z

Heat-tech leggings from Uniqlo (S, in dark grey and black)Black merino wool cardigan (or cashmere)Black long vestsBlack wet-look leggingsLace leggingsPurple feather skirtAwesome lampshade!River Island coatLove this necklace...(Just in case... all bottoms in size 10, all tops size 8 please.)

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-65299831087524996812008-11-18T22:13:00.002Z2008-12-01T17:25:19.266Z

I don't think I could ever marry a man who doesn't know how to use a semicolon; or who misuses apostrophes.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-66398105567240770672008-11-10T13:24:00.002Z2008-11-10T13:29:19.768Z

It's my 20th birthday today. This means I am now officially beginning the third decade of my existence. I am no longer a teenager.What does this mean exactly?Since I'm still at Uni, I really don't feel like an adult yet - not properly, anyway. I'm not sure you can be a student and a "proper" adult. When I leave Uni I'll be 21.But when does one feel like a "grown-up"? I know that my mother still

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-73653746988153882192008-10-10T01:20:00.005+01:002008-10-10T01:44:46.362+01:00

So. Fresher's week/fortnight is very much over and we are almost at the end of week 2 of teaching. One might say all are now fairly settled in.Firstly, I must say how much I love my house. I love that it's a "homely" house, not a student hovel. I don't care that it's not as big as some - why do you need the space? It's just more expensive to heat. I love my house mates, and how we're already

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It all began on the Wednesday. I went down to the box office at White (thanks to a tip-off from my mate Ben), and joined the not-too-long queue at about 10.15am. At 12, they opened the box office. Shouldn't be too long now, I thought. I was definitely wrong. The queue moved more slowly than any other queue I'd ever been in. And then they had to stop it for an hour or so while they went and got

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-39282237970779400062008-07-15T13:37:00.001+01:002008-07-15T13:38:39.416+01:00

(This already appeared on my climbing blog, but I decided I'm not climbing enough to need a separate blog so decided to transfer the post here.)Yesterday (2nd June) Sarah, Duncan, Will and I went to Rylstone (North Yorkshire). It wasn't the best weather - quite warm and quite moist - but the climbing was ok. The weather did mean that we had the crag to ourselves (probably also because it was a

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-13193052447801518162008-07-15T13:33:00.001+01:002008-07-15T13:36:03.292+01:00

Tagline for a hairdresser's in High Wycombe:Hairstyling for those who expect what they deserve.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-5926846976263902532008-06-05T15:15:00.002+01:002008-06-05T15:22:25.612+01:00

I was reading all my old mad-kat posts earlier... found this phrase (see title). Can't remember whether I made it up or found it, but I feel like it should be on a tshirt!

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-81619120050121840052008-06-04T23:55:00.000+01:002008-06-04T23:56:20.645+01:00

Also, I don't think I'm going to be vegetarian/ethically-and-occasionally-carnivorous anymore.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-92037242925100823612008-06-04T21:06:00.001+01:002008-06-04T21:06:48.516+01:00

I was looking in the mirror earlier, and all I could think was, I look like someone else.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-71190265744260992622008-06-04T13:39:00.003+01:002008-06-04T13:45:58.301+01:00

Today is the sort of day that I wish I was at home and could watch trashy TV, eat whatever food was in the kitchen, read entire series of books that I've already read loads of times, play Guitar Hero, have a bath, and generally chill and achieve nothing with my day.Instead, I'm here, where I've read a book I've already read loads of times before, can eat whatever I can scrape together from my

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-18244658183436231122008-06-03T17:50:00.003+01:002008-06-03T17:51:39.821+01:00

I've made a new blog - a climbing one! It's called Climbers can use handcream. It'll be all the posts about climbing, plus maybe a few other things that might otherwise/also go up here. Enjoy!

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-65997550623445153302008-05-26T12:43:00.002+01:002008-05-26T12:48:33.583+01:00

So, after a lot of thinking and a lot of discussion, I have decided I don't want to be completely veggie - but I don't want to eat meat indiscriminately either. My "it's ok to eat meat that has been treated well" ethic still stands, I think. I was talking about this with my mate Sam yesterday, who said that he only eats meat from the market, and then only once every week or two weeks. This would

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So I have decided to become a vegetarian. Not a vegan, for various reasons (partly because I love my leather jacket). I'm not quite sure why - I have felt vaguely bad about the whole eating-animals thing for a few years now, but not enough to do something about it. I think the main reason is probably the same reason I don't buy cheap clothes - if I walk into Morrisons and buy a 52p packet of

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-73045796656642793472008-04-21T15:22:00.002+01:002008-04-21T15:26:43.888+01:00

My dear friend Indie died on the 12th April, aged 18. I wrote this haiku for her.INDIEConstant pen-chewer;Garrulous, ever cheerful,Sprite of pure sunshine.Red pixie-booted,Part of many discussionsPhilosophical.Trusted confidante,Laugh-causer, infectious grin,A truly great friend.I miss you so much.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-73635116516775827402008-04-07T23:55:00.003+01:002008-04-08T00:07:45.734+01:00

It's been really good to have a bit of space; some breathing room; time to think. I've managed to finally realise, really realise, a few things necessary to my... survival? healing? growth?I spent so much time asking why, trying to understand what could be wrong with me, and it has taken me a while but I've finally understood that it's not my problem. It is something wrong with you, not me. It

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-48784799965026615132008-03-31T14:36:00.002+01:002008-03-31T14:37:13.323+01:00

I have decided to grow my hair. This will mean a lot of experimentation with things I can do to it without cutting it, and will probably result in a lot more wearing of hats. But I think it's time.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-79248874238565607272008-03-29T19:48:00.004Z2008-03-30T14:08:48.845+01:00

I've been back in Reading since Tuesday, and since then I've managed to:sleep a lotdo some washinghave 2 baths alreadygo to Kew to see the Henry Moore sculpturessee the gypsy jazz at the Prince of Walesgo on a (kind of) datego out with Vicky to the turtle and see lots of people and get wreckedcatch up with Kate and go shopping......and more yet to come. I'm only back for 2 weeks (1 and a half now

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-55832815682656244582008-03-28T14:58:00.004Z2008-03-29T19:48:02.210Z

So, the carnage all began on that fateful Monday, where we met up after curry and various drunken antics the night before for a solid, hangover-curing breakfast of 2-4-1 Eldon meals! We then spent a while dragging all the equipment and our cases to the coach before setting off for France.The coach journey: 21 hours of pure hell. Need I say more?Actually, it wasn't too bad, apart from my iPod

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-80135378501600319072008-02-20T18:50:00.004Z2008-02-21T13:58:46.472Z

Last night, despite being knackered after a full day's climbing on Monday (more on that later) I went out to Slam Dunk at Cockpit. After a gruelling Dance Band rehearsal (well, we did a bit of work anyway) I raced home to finally eat the Kobi Keema I'd prepared 4 hours earlier; delicious if I do say so myself. Then after a quick change it was down to Yates' to meet what I would term "The PWM crew

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-88407605799683859232008-01-28T13:22:00.000Z2008-01-28T13:41:42.261Z

So Vicky & I went to see Protect the Beat at Hifi last night. I'd not heard of them, just wanted to take Vix to Hifi, but they turned out to be awesome! Jazz/funk, with members from Massive Attack and Ray Charles' band, they had the whole place dancing non-stop the whole set!The saxophonist was amazing, he had a gorgeous tenor and sop and alto! Diane was there with her flatmate and we were both

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-71204819449581412262008-01-18T00:52:00.000Z2008-01-18T01:00:59.219Z

So I've got a new tattoo - a bird this time. Yes, sticking with the animal theme.In line with the whole "each tattoo has a meaning" thing, this one is ambition. Originally I was going to get an eagle, but as I have recently realised that aiming for the top is not necessarily what I want, this small but perfectly formed bird seemed far more appropriate. (And prettier.)(The meanings for the other

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Nothing much is happening right now. I'm sitting here listening to Gavin deGraw and waiting for Naomi to come round so we can eat & watch a film. I've finished the work I need to submit tomorrow but have yet to revise for the exam in the afternoon.Today's exam went ok, apart from not recognising that a dominant 7th chord is just a 'normal' (well, in jazz anyway) 7th chord. Other than that it was

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-53564334795272655302008-01-07T01:16:00.000Z2008-01-07T01:46:03.720Z

It's so good to be back in Leeds... Arrived yesterday, chilled with my flatmates, then ended up watching Notting Hill. Me and Amy drank loads of Sabai that she got free from her work, and went on to watch the Big Fat Quiz of the Year (repeated) which was hilarious - I LOVE Noel Fielding! Afterwards we caught the end of Cocktail, which turned into an argument over whether Tom Cruise is hot, which

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Wake up late, get ready with morning slowness. Have lunch of scrambled egg and smoked salmon. Open presents. Play Guitar Hero. Watch Shrek 2. Play SingStar. Eat dinner: Peking duck. Watch Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Chill. Go to bed.We may not be traditional, but we have fun.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-3596041557386875952007-11-29T22:24:00.001Z2007-11-29T22:25:39.276Z

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Plus anything from my Amazon Wishlist and vouchers for MAC. Also, The Sanctuary Salt Scrub, a black pan (M knows what I mean), a block of parmesan and a full-length mirror.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-58918845600771264132007-11-22T16:09:00.000Z2007-11-22T16:15:50.194Z

I gave up and went to the doctors today. For the 4th time this year, I'm on antibiotics. Oh joy. Though for something different this time - a probable chest infection.My flatmates are saying things like, "You've not been well since you've been here!" What I then explain is that I'm never healthy. I can't remember the last time I was 100% healthy (year 5 maybe?)When I arrived in Leeds, I went to

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-91165003196300720902007-11-12T22:42:00.000Z2007-11-12T22:46:24.614Z

Frail filigree of arms flails out from the blackened trunk of an ancient tree. Grasping at the comforting softness of clouds, they cannot capture them; they are left only clinging to a thousand tears, which soon assimilate and cascade down the ebon column, leaving the fingers of the tree empty and wanting.Below, slightly damp from this stolen moisture, a girl sits. She seems to consider some

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So this is a bit late, but I went to see Polar Bear on Thursday (part of my extended birthday celebrations). It was definitely one of the best gigs I've ever been to.Seb Rochford is actually a god. I want him to be my best friend. Tom described it best when he talked about his "drum language". It's like the rest of us are speaking in grunts and he's conversing eloquently in Italian.The rest of

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Okay, so I officially have the best boyfriend ever: for my birthday, he bought me shoes. And not just any shoes, but the shoes that I'd almost had a heart attack over when I spotted them - the most perfect pair of black heels in existence. (He'd witnessed the heart attack; he didn't pick them out for himself - had he, I'd probably be worrying about his sexuality rather than praising him.)The

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Thursday 8th November: See Polar Bear at the CollegeFriday 9th: Go out for a meal with select fewSaturday 10th (my actual birthday): Get absolutely trashedSunday 11th: Go to HiFi & see whoever's playingIt's all about full-length celebrations!

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-9851424328005795552007-10-07T13:40:00.000+01:002007-10-07T13:42:23.118+01:00

For once, I think -I know -that's it's all good.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-84132679446813825132007-09-30T19:57:00.000+01:002007-10-06T14:38:20.173+01:00

Washing up is always harder the next day.Free vodka is not as good an idea as it sounds.It is pretty much impossible to remember anyone's name.Cheese, chips and beans is a lifesaver. Or at least a decent hangover cure.Clubs are full of very annoying people. But there are some awesome people in there too.Entering clubs sober is pretty much the stupidest thing to do ever.Facebook is possibly the

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-28363166565400018632007-09-13T10:36:00.000+01:002007-09-13T10:58:21.770+01:00

So last night I went to this gig at the Fez. I'd never been to a gig there before - it's a great venue for a smallish band as it's quite intimate.I was meeting Pete & Flip outside Vue, but I got there a bit early... I was waiting on this wall next to some guy who was obviously also waiting for someone. I spotted them so ran over to say hi, and Flip was like, Oh, we need to find Theo... At which

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-18677456945054430482007-09-02T12:35:00.000+01:002007-09-13T10:58:37.357+01:00

workingpreparing for UniReading Festivaldrinking(making my mother think I'm an alcoholic)sleeping (not as much as I'd like)spending money I don't haveconfusing myselfand now... enjoying the time I have left with my friends before I go

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-17264411835877508532007-08-18T16:27:00.000+01:002007-09-13T10:58:44.444+01:00

I'm going to university. Leeds University, to be precise.OH YEAH!

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-30011838566510608912007-08-10T16:35:00.001+01:002007-09-13T10:58:49.174+01:00

I've got sinusitus again. Oh joy. More antibiotics, and if these don't work, an x-ray. Why am I always ill?

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-73124739597598915782007-08-09T18:07:00.000+01:002007-08-09T18:15:43.965+01:00

I haven't blogged much lately. This is due to a combination of factors, none of which are particularly interesting.At the moment, my life consists of work (70%), sleep (20%), seeing friends (5%) and other (please specify) (5%). I'm currently feeling tired, ill, and fed up. All I'm really doing is waiting for Uni; I find out next Thursday what's happening there. I'm going to cut down on hours at

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-69026913155225364382007-08-09T18:04:00.000+01:002007-08-09T18:16:24.596+01:00

1. The Speech Accent Archive2. Cameleon Poker3. A is for...4. The Apples5. Electroma

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This is where I'll be on Saturday! BYMT Concert Band (plus Holst & the Strings) are going on tour to Lake Geneva. We leave on Friday 20th and are back on Thursday 26th July. We'll be playing several concerts in France and Switzerland.But most important, I'm going somewhere hot and sunny with a load of my mates, and it is going to be FUN!

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-9439367964594174262007-07-08T18:01:00.000+01:002007-08-09T18:16:19.783+01:00

My life at the moment pretty much consists of work, sleep, some form of musical activity, go out drinking, repeat. Fun, but not exactly great blogging material.I have just got a new tattoo, though! And had a haircut and dyed it red. Pictures soon.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-36490840028953146302007-06-21T20:30:00.000+01:002007-08-09T18:16:04.307+01:00

Now, I am not the sort of person who has trouble with exams. For whatever reason, I always tend to do reasonably well in them, they don't freak me out, and I don't get overly stressed whilst in them.However, revision drives me insane. I'm useless at revision, don't know how to do it, and it gives me such a headache. I end up trying to avoid it, but unable to truly avoid it because I feel like I

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-35244522560949948162007-06-17T16:48:00.000+01:002007-06-17T17:00:16.738+01:00

Tuesday night was one of the happiest nights of my life.I went to see The Cat Empire at Bournemouth Opera House. I have never been to a better gig. I was grinning the whole way through, along with the rest of audience. Everyone was singing and dancing, the band really really got into the performance, and everyone in the room was having pretty much the best time of their lives.Course, we all

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-60117755683444334482007-05-28T16:21:00.000+01:002007-05-28T16:39:40.234+01:00

I went to the Tate Modern to be part of Did you ever want to be someone else? by Mathieu Briand and Prue Lang. This involved having a mask of Mathieu Briand stuck to your face and going around the Tate's Turbine Hall and performing various 'random acts'. It was quite an experience - especially watching people's reactions!I then went to work and had one of the best shifts I've ever worked. We all

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-82683141717926793442007-05-20T17:32:00.000+01:002007-05-20T17:33:53.851+01:00

Structure. I can feel structure dissolving around me, disappearing from my life until I am uncertain of even what the word means. Time is non-linear, a varying beast that migrates irregularly from my days. I have become both diurnal and not; a day-dweller and a nocturnal denizen. Education fills my days, an alternative plane controls my nights. Some days are for sleep, other times night hogs my

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-56951243684021316792007-05-16T16:59:00.000+01:002007-05-16T17:04:03.594+01:00

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-80611462176950263952007-05-12T12:13:00.000+01:002007-05-16T17:03:14.812+01:00

I now get paid weekly.I'm also earning more per week.This means: I'm now buying more music, more often.Most recently, Amos Lee's new album, Supply and Demand, which arrived this morning.It's FANTASTIC. Seriously. Just go and listen.Also, I've just read Sound Mind by Tricia Sullivan, which is all about sound and the concept of sound and philosophy related to sound and things (it's fiction, not a

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-16696136106454399972007-05-07T17:08:00.000+01:002007-05-07T17:13:28.936+01:00

I did NOT have a good night at work last night.Apart from the bit in between the 1st and 3rd sambuca shots.Basically, it was manic - bank holiday Monday, what a great idea - not! On the main bar was me (who's only been working for a month), E.J. (who'd been away for 5 weeks), Janine (who was on about her 3rd shift) and Charlotte (it was her first shift). So I was pretty much the most experienced

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-38307995255396841472007-05-03T14:38:00.000+01:002007-05-03T14:47:35.374+01:00

I went to this artist's exhibition, and he had this one work with badges - green ones with "60%" on for guys, and yellow ones with "40%" on for girls.So I go up to him, and ask why 60/40. He says, because men are more powerful/important and his work reflects that.So I'm like, no, we're equal... blah blah... and he's like, no, women are just wives... blah blah...So I start having this feminist

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-40570075582086153592007-04-30T17:15:00.000+01:002007-04-30T17:19:03.495+01:00

I watched someone cross a road earlier and noticed that she went straight across, making two right-angled turns.This made me think, as I always cross diagonally, in the direction I'm going.I think that the way you cross a road says something about your personality. Straight across = straight-laced, follows the rules, always obeys authority... Diagonally = bit lazy, bends the rules to suit

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-50492881290401542592007-04-24T22:10:00.000+01:002007-04-24T22:15:45.721+01:00

What is it with people and thinking they know what's best for you? The amount of people that have told me how stupid I am for doing this or that... You don't have my life, you don't know me, shut up.People are pissing me off a lot at the moment. Not the usual suspects really - more people I usually get on well with who are being annoying at the moment.Grr.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-88414628499912345142007-04-19T17:42:00.000+01:002007-04-19T17:44:21.743+01:00

We don't need it, right?We do.Body is having to get used to a new routine.One with much less sleep in it.It'll cope.Only 6 weeks anyway.

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Wednesday, 28th March, 2007: I should be at college. Instead, I'm at Heathrow airport, about to spend 9 1/2 hours on a plane to Canada. Luckily, there's individual video screens, and I watch The History Boys (excellent), Volver (weird but good), the 1st episode of Desperate Housewives (good), try to watch Fearless (gave up - rubbish), The Science of Sleep (excellent!), and half of some weird

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-63771066260081262292007-03-25T20:49:00.000+01:002007-03-25T20:56:03.926+01:00

Transport system's fucking useless - get home from work at 6.30pm. Quick change of clothes, stuff a bagel down, and head over to the station to meet Emily. Walk out to Face, talking pretty much non-stop the whole way, for the JSB gig. Arrive, greet assorted JSB members, listen to crap metal band. They actually said "I will eat your soul"! Laughed my head off. Next band's cancelled so JSB are

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-81862955220299914312007-03-23T22:58:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:57:27.729+01:00

So, a shiny new blogger to play with! Hope you all like the new layout. I like this red, white and blue thing. Very fresh. Very patriotic, I suppose, but to 3 or more countries, all of which hate each other, so it's okay really.Now is a time of changes really. Many things are changing. I shall be less vague when things are certain.Still, a change is as good as a rest, right?

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1173458079210926412007-03-09T16:30:00.000Z2007-03-25T21:00:04.270+01:00

Whenever I think about myself in the future: travelling round the world, working in a bar in Whistler, living in the mountains of Italy, playing in an orchestra... I always imagine myself alone.Not alone as in lonely - there are friends, family, lovers - but essentially alone, independent.I don't have a problem with this but I guess it makes it hard to extrapolate relationships; to imagine them

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1173203502506055862007-03-06T17:48:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:57:55.740+01:00

Today I have achieved a lot:Written half of my vocal & free composition commentaries(and picked some more models for style)Listened to the CD of what we're playing in band at the momentResearched James Turrell for ceramicsPut my recorded extracts for my performance investigation on CD (finally is all done!)Put the Sibelius recording of my vocal composition on CD for JohnnyWent to the gym (and did

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1172702850884608622007-02-28T22:42:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:58:04.595+01:00

Enemies. They sneak up on you sometimes. Not the arguing, hating people around you. Not even the silent psychopaths that hide in corners.Sometimes you are your own enemy. You can only control your body so much. Go down the gym twice a week? Very good; but it ain't gonna help you now.You'd think after countless years you'd be able to control it, but no.Fucking nerves.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1172430996227572172007-02-25T18:56:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:58:13.080+01:00

How does a non-photography student get on the photography trip to Venice? An excellent tutor, way too much time spent in photography, and being an arts student anyway. Still, however I got there, I was delighted that I went.We all met at 3pm on Saturday to get on the coach - little knowing that this would be the last time our feet would be normal sized and we wouldn't feel slightly sick, slightly

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1171018135027583742007-02-09T10:38:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:58:17.952+01:00

Last night, I went to the Royal Academy of Music to watch their Big Band. It was a concert of two halves - the first based on the Savoy and the music played there in the 30s - swing classics such as Stompin' at the Savoy and Minnie the Moocher. This was good, but not as good as the second half: "The Music of Gerry Mulligan's Band". Jazz from New York in the 60s, led by a silver baritone sax.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1170933960687046042007-02-08T11:23:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:58:53.494+01:00

Awoken by a text at 6.26am: College cancelled cos of snow. Phone college, whereby a recorded message in a thick Scots accent informs me that college is indeed closed on today, the 8th of February, due to "adverse weather conditions". I.e. SNOW!I do love snow (being a skiier I suppose that much is obvious) but I love it even more today because now I have TWO days in which to do ... well not very

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1170357007384485362007-02-01T19:04:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:59:07.456+01:00

I'm not usually a stressed-out person; I thrive better on relaxing and going-with-the-flow. This term, however, I have no time, no money, shitloads of college work, a bassoon recital, a sax grade, plus the knowledge that if I don't do well in Music (the main workload and highest cause of stress) I won't get in to Leeds.It's hard not to get stressed. Most of the time, if I get stressed about the

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1169139420840057832007-01-18T16:43:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:59:12.846+01:00

Educational group discount to a concert, meaning normally £30 tickets are now £5? Hell, may as well. Who's playing? Some orchestra... Can I really be bothered to go? May as well.*Oh My God. Now I realise how shit BYO are. I can't believe I thought we were good. These guys... they're all in tune! exactly! and they're all playing together! and they're all making such a nice sound! Man, if our

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1168471232234395062007-01-10T23:15:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:59:18.956+01:00

I realise it's a bit late, but I don't normally make them and anyway, I haven't really started them yet.1. Work enough to get the grades I need to get into Leeds. I was going to say "Work lots" and then decided to go for an achievable goal.2. Practise enough to get a good result in a) grade 8 sax; b) A2 recital; c) Recital Diploma. Again with the "lots" v. "enough."3. Exercise. Preferably gym

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1167941870357135172007-01-04T20:05:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:59:25.579+01:00

Picture this: New Year's Eve. You wake up to bright sunshine, pull on shorts and a t shirt and go sunbathe. Later, you go for a massage, have lunch in the sun at a posh bar, and then the evening festivities begin.I went to Portugal for a few days over New Year. It was a big, various extended family-and-friends event; everyone stayed in or around my uncle's villa in the Algarve. Spent most of my

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1165442705085955492006-12-06T21:37:00.000Z2007-03-25T20:59:39.233+01:00

I've been to two Open Days this week: Leeds on Monday and Bristol today. How do they compare?Leeds: 4 hour train journey there. Had to wake up at 5.30am.Bristol: 1 hour 15 min train journey. Woke up at 8.30am.L: Friendly greeting. Relaxed student tour. Like our student - she talks about hangovers and taking the piss out of the lecturers.B: Late to arrive; just make it in for the talk. Bloke goes

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These shadows aren’t helping; the grey sucks the life out of your face. Sitting there, more corpse than creature, you make no sound to indicate awareness. She dressed you in black; again; that woman doesn’t understand colour. Look: a beacon, across the street: the celestial lights of the neighbour’s pool oscillate around the treetops, like some dancing spirit. Important, I believe, that this is

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I'm not really sure what the first thing I remember is.Vague memories of nursery float through my mind: doing that thing where you're supposed to blow through a straw into a potful of paint, and it bubbles over and makes patterns on the paper, and I forgot and sucked instead; the boy who ate snails whole; one of the carers being called Humphrey and me being convinced he was a camel; the nursery

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1162202928354610472006-10-30T10:01:00.000Z2007-03-25T21:01:24.090+01:00

It's hard when you realise you're never going to be able to get over the little things.We (Berkshire Youth Orchestra) played Sibelius' Symphonie no.1 in concert last night. A pretty damn good performance, especially considering the (lack of) time we had to work on it. The bassoon section, which in the first playthrough was an utter shambles, did me proud. As principal bassoon, I managed not to

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1161120366741077472006-10-17T20:10:00.000+01:002007-03-25T21:01:37.313+01:00

I had to edit it slightly to get it to fit in the form, which for some reason has less character allowance than Word, but this is pretty much the final draft. My UCAS form is all referenced and sent off now, very exciting!“You are the music while the music lasts.” T.S. Eliot. When I’m playing, all I think about is the music… there is a certain place you can escape to. You can become something

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1159220954410057202006-09-25T22:44:00.000+01:002007-03-25T21:01:24.091+01:00

Write about yourself.You'd think it'd be the easiest thing ever. Practically all I do is write, talk, think about myself. Not in an especially vain way: everything you do in some way involves yourself. I blog, I update the world on my love life (they want to know, honest), even my abstract writing, art, philosophical thoughts are all, essentially, About Me.So how come writing a Personal Statement

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1158525153921211112006-09-17T21:28:00.000+01:002007-03-25T21:01:24.091+01:00

torment. suffering. PAIN. can't sleep. keep moving. can't be still. can't swallow. ice cream numbs, lockets numb, cold water numbs, but only for a while.head full of crap. body doesn't work. can't do anything.can't think about anything but feel like utter shit.hate being ill.

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1157403333842964192006-09-04T21:49:00.000+01:002007-03-25T21:02:05.162+01:00

Steve Irwin has died. The man we all loved to take the piss out of. His accent and tremendous excitement at seeing crocodiles were just so damn hilarious in comic sketches, and he made such good TV. I don't think anyone of my generation hasn't watched him at least 5 times... and everyone knew the idiosyncratic one-liners.This is so weird... it's like Elton John dying. Or Brad Pitt. Someone who

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1156785354704918202006-08-28T18:13:00.000+01:002007-03-25T21:01:24.091+01:00

It may be great to stay up til 5am, but it really doesn't make you want to do any work the next day. I've been sposed to be working on a couple of art projects over the summer, and a bit of music too. Luckily, the music, can wait til I start college again - unfortunately, the art has to be handed in then.I guess I should've done it at the start of the summer, but what with wanting a bit of time

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1156509052075894442006-08-25T13:26:00.000+01:002007-03-25T21:01:24.092+01:00

I've not been having much luck with my feet lately. A couple of weeks ago, I cracked my little toe at judo. Not too much of a problem, really - it healed relatively quickly. However, the fact that I was walking more on the other foot, coupled with ill-fitting shoes, meant that I've been repetitively spraining the other foot over the last two weeks.Then I went to judo last night - and got thrown,

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It's odd. I can't quite figure it out. Am I a product of our depraved society? Do I have an entirely different set of morals from "The Norm"?I've done something that I guess most people would class as "Bad". I can sort of see the logic behind that classification. In some ways, I feel like I ought to feel bad about it.And there's the crux. I don't feel at all bad about it - I just feel like I

little black cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09183461107813540357noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359027.post-1155489688208064662006-08-13T18:10:00.000+01:002007-03-25T21:02:51.239+01:00

I realise I've sort of dropped off the map a bit lately, and I'm sorry about that. A sort of general heat-induced lethargy, coupled with the fact the people I know can easily read this blog, gave me a bit of writer's block.So - to update you all. July: not much happened. Finished college (AS year). Got quite drunk. Went to France (Lille) with BYO (Berkshire Youth Orchestra) and BYWO (Berkshire

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As well as being "ultra-inspired" by the YBArchitects of Tomorrow, as some "Style" section of a New York magazine will no doubt term them, I also revisited the Thomas Demand exhibition at the Serpentine Gallery.The first visit was an afterthought; added on to the college trip to the Modernism exhibition at the V&A. But oh! was I thrilled it had been added. Personally, I found the Modernist era

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Fantastical webs of spun steel create walls.Justin GoodyerConstructions of paper and wire detail amazingly original ideas.Mark NgA strange shaft of frayed material lunges out of a seemingly everyday scene.Joerg MajerGraphic detail postulates on the life of a butcher.James CurtisImaginative creations nestle amongst rippling water - yet oddly fit with the coastline.Takehiko IsekiI went to the

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S: What's the term for the "if" tense?K: Dunno. The "command" tense is the imperative.D: You have the aperitif, the digestif, and the imperatif.S: Imperatif?K: VODKA!

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Bodies riddled with bullet holes make interesting disposable fountains.Paint your walls with blood - it's free and an attractive red-brown colour. For relaxation in the bathroom, paint with bodily fluids.Anarchical fires are excellent. However, have these outside, as houses without roofs tend to leak.The skulls of your enemies do make great glasses to drink vodka out of. However, sterilise first

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No. Engulfed by that swathe of deepest sable, my consciousness almost explodes with the revelation. This enlightenment is bleak and empty: less shedding light on matters, more ripping away all the matter, time, space, energy and light from life.I used to have a good relationship with my body, food, other people, time... the disintegration of all these things is accelerating all the time, but

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I love photography. (Click the pic.)

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