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Oops

Oct. 18th, 2010 | 12:14 am

I've spent the last 4 hours ignoring 40 pages of reading that is due tomorrow, and ordering an expensive camera.
Double oops.

On the plus side, I'm very excited aobut being able to go and photograph Norwich :D

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Another 30 Day Old Hollywood meme

Sep. 6th, 2010 | 01:16 am

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Car boot haul

May. 24th, 2010 | 12:11 am

As much as I hate working in the shop, it does have its benefits - namely being able to visit the car boot sale down the road on Saturday mornings. I am a sucker for car boots, and this is quite a good one, though there are alot of stalls run by junk/antique shop owners getting rid of things that they've picked up in job lots and can't sell.
Fortunately for me, stuff from the 1930-1950s seems to come under that heading :D Over the last few weeks I've amassed quite a lot of interesting *ahem* junk.

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Hairography

Apr. 8th, 2010 | 02:02 am
music: 'My Baby Just Cares For Me' - Nina Simone

Obvs my passion for the 1920s-1940s is well known, and recently I've been trying to get the 'look' right, and even phoned round all the hairdressers within a 40 mile radius trying to find some that did fingerwaving. Most had no clue what I meant, some suggested bringing pictures in, and one or two (phew!) were pretty confident that they could do it.
I ended up trying one called Gatsby's (!), the hairdressers were great and really enthusiastic but we went for a looser, more modern interpretation and my hair didn't really take to it :( So I've been pondering other options.

Fast forward to today when I went shopping with Sarah. Much fun ensued, we bought shoes (three pairs for her, only one for me! (though they are sequined...and flats!!)), clothes and glow sticks (<3), and ended up with a bizarrely spicy lunch at TGIF's (we both have v low spice tolerances apparently, lol)

I also bought...

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Dec. 14th, 2009 | 12:32 am
music: 'The Point of No Return' - Phantom of the Opera

On Monday Jack, Mum and Jen went to London for three days. We don't usually tell Jack he's going anywhere until the morning of, but on Sunday he broke down in tears because he thought we'd forgotten about his birthday, so we told him about the London trip and I gave him the BBC tickets.
Fortunately Jack managed to get some sleep that night, because when they got back on the Wednesday evening Mum and Jack were in a pretty bad state, Mum recons they got about 3 hours sleep over the two nights. Despite this Jack did not sleep on Wednesday night either, not during Thursday. He was literally shaking, an so violently that he couldn't sleep.

So, midnight on Thursday I had to drive Jack and Mum down to the local hospital. Doctor gave him some tablets and we went home.
The Doctor had said Jack should have 3 tablets, and if he still didn't sleep, another. However when we got home it turned out there were only two in the box.
Sooooo, 5.30am, Mum comes in, wakes me up and sends me and Jen back out to the hospital, in the ice and fog to get more tablets.
Brr.

Wednesday was also Graduation, so Dad and I drove over to Lancaster to do that. I hated having to do Graduation last year, and put it down to having fouled up my final year, so when I passed my MA I determined to do this one properly (...even though I fouled up my thesis).
However, I got there and again it just made me really uncomfortable and angry all over again. I don't know what it is precisely but I really hate Graduation. I hate the fuss, the conspicuousness and find the experience really claustrophobic. These are the same reasons I want no one at my Wedding, and no silly dress. It makes me so relieved that I'm not doing a PhD! lol
However, I did get to see friends and catch up, so that was nice.
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Nov. 12th, 2009 | 11:00 pm

The BBC have released a preview of David Tennant's Hamlet, it's only just over a minute long, but I'm so excited! It looks like they've tried to keep very much to the spirit of the stage production, the set looks similar, and the acting looks stage-acting rather than tv-acting.



There is going to be so much David Tennant on tv over Christmas it's insane

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Nov. 5th, 2009 | 04:41 pm
mood: ecstatic

I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I GOT 68!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A MERIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM GOBSMACKED, I REALLY THOUGHT I'D SCRAPE A PASS IF I WAS LUCKY. EVEN AT THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR WHEN I MADE MY RESOLUTIONS THE BEST I HOPED FOR WAS BETWEEN 60-65

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!

LOL

TINY PART OF ME IS LIKE, 'DAMNIT, IF YOU'D ORGANIZED YOUR TIME BETTER YOU'D'VE GOT A DISTINCTION'
ANOTHER TINY PART OF ME THINKS SOMEONE MADE A MISTAKE
...AND ANOTHER TINY PART THINKS IT REALLY WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH....

BUT THE REST OF ME IS:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The end
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Oct. 28th, 2009 | 12:56 am

I am now absolutely sure that I do not want to work in the shop for the rest of my life. It's not that it's bad per say, just unutterably dull, especially as all I do is stand at the counter for 8 hours, not daring to move out from behind the till unless it is to show a customer where a particular card is, for fear that Wendy (our manager) will yell at me for doing whatever it is I'm doing wrong.
Anyhoo, life in the shop isn't really as bad as I make it sound, it's just that we're in a slow patch at the moment. Things will pick up next week when we put the Christmas cards and decorations out. The good thing about working in a small shop in a small town is that the customers are pleasant, chatty, and don't care if the elderly lady in front of them can't find her purse then starts chatting to me about the weather and gets distracted.
I spent a lot of today talking about the weather because it was FOGGY. Lots of pleasant grumbling about that from the customers while I bounced around gleefully because fog makes me happy (and I didn't have to drive home)

My crazy uncle is visiting at the moment, and this evening a distant cousin my mum has adopted came for a visit. He and his wife have been here a few times since August as they have moved from the South to Thirsk to do their University placements. They're both lovely, but my shyness usually kicks in, however, this time I managed a proper conversations, jokes and everything! Turns out, he and Terry Pratchett are email buddies, and Pratchett gave him an entire set of signed first editions. I almost died. THEN the conversation moved on to 'famous people we've met' (me = 0). Turns out? My crazy uncle photographed Stephen Fry back in the day (Crazy uncle used to be a photographer, must stress, not stalker.). This has never been mentioned in my presence before.

While dropping distant-cousin (Adam) off in Thirsk I took the opportunity to hand my details in to the volunteer run cinema there, in case they need more volunteers. If I get to volunteer there it would only be box office or ushering, but still! One foot in the door, and I might start looking for training courses on film projection. On Friday I will also be doing the rounds of the local charity shops, see if they need volunteers.

I got a letter about the return of my university deposit today, turns out I am only getting charged about £23, which is amazing. I thought I'd never see any of that £190 again considering the mess my flatmates apparently left the kitchen in (we are getting charged £7.50 each for removal of rubbish- that adds up to £45 altogether - I don't even want to know what they left behind). I am absolving myself from blame because I cleaned the oven and my fridge, freezer and cupboards before I left, took out the rubbish and recycling last time I was there, and because despite the ALL USING the recycling box, and having posted signs in the kitchen, no one else but me ever emptied it, even when the kitchen floor around it was covered in boxes and bottles.

So I have used some of that money to buy myself a RECORD PLAYER. Oh yes.

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Oct. 18th, 2009 | 05:46 pm
music: 'Sweet Caroline' - Glee (which I have listened to 16779803678 times so far)

I have a slight stomach ache today, and am using that as justification for spending the day lounging in, and on, my bed. So to ensure the day has not simply been one of delicious Sunday-laziness I am determined to blog and finish 'Our Mutual Friend'. Here goes task one;


Due to catastrophes of my own making, my dissertation was not handed on the 11th, but the 18th. On the 12th of September I left Lancaster and went home to finish it, intending to drive over on the 18th and hand it in. Finished the dissertation at, oh, 10am on the 18th and my dad, my sister and I set off for Lancaster, to hand it in and pack up my room.

Fair enough.

However, by the time we were an hour from home I started feeling really ill. I'd stayed up all night to finish the diss so had had no sleep. I'm pretty used to this and had planned to sleep in the car, but I couldn't. Every mile or so dad had to stop the car while I got out wrapped in a duvet and paced up and down for a few minutes. In the end we drove back to the nearest town and I went to a hotel to sleep until my mum could drive over to pick me up. This meant dad and Jen had to drive over to Lancaster, hand my dissertation in and pack and clean my room. Obviously I have the best family ever and am so grateful, but between not being there to clean my room myself, and the appalling messiness of my flatmates I do not anticipate getting my deposit back.

A week later I was back in Lancaster for the day as David Starkey was giving a lecture on Henry VIII. Got to say goodbye to the University properly which was super, bought a sweatshirt and as I drove out of the gates even my ipod got emotional and played a succession of songs like Grace Kelly and Let's Misbehave which reminded me of all the good times.

Anyhoo, the lecture was awesome. Since both my 6th form and University curriculum's were pretty much dominated by the Tudors I've seen all of Dr Starkey's documentaries so was quite fangirl-ish over getting to see him lecture (Live! *jazzhands*). Freshers week hadn't started so the audience was full of kids from the Grammar Schools, post-grads and faculty. The lecture was surprisingly funny, and full of barbed references to The Tudors.
After the lecture finished one of my professors from Third Year asked a question, and I got all excited when Dr Starkey addressed him by name, told him 'you're wrong' and said they'd carry on the conversation later. This excitement increased when my dissertation tutor got up to give the closing remarks and thank Dr Starkey. I already knew they knew each other, but didn't know they were friends and had been research students together at Cambridge. However, this excitement was mingled with a little panic seeing as my dissertation had been handed in late and crap, and I was on the edge of a row and practically facing him head on. I tried to look invisible, but I don't think he'd even recognize me anyway, I only saw him for 10 minutes altogether throughout the entire year.

So, now am just working in the shop, hating it, and awaiting the phonecall from the University telling me that I have failed my dissertation. In addition I am supposed to sign up for graduation before I know if I passed or failed, arrrrgh. I suppose I had to do the same at the end of the B.A, but I don't remember. Hate. Hate. Hate!

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hm....

Jul. 3rd, 2009 | 02:32 am
mood: dreamy

When my ipod died I lost a lot of my favourite poetry readings *cough:nerd*,and I've just had a look for some of them on youtube. Alas i did not find them, but I did find this;



I used to adore this poem in my melodrama phase, but overall I've never really been a Keats fan, 'St Agnes' Eve'  bored me to tears**. But on the other hand; Robert Donat!!


** 'To Autumn' is my poem though.

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