Sunday, 13 May 2012
Can do.
I've been doing a day - long (was originally going to be a week but after reflection, thought not a good idea) fast, and after watching this, feel so much more energised and productive to think more carefully about where my food comes from, and what processes its been through. Some pro - local/organic videos can be quite oppressive, but this one manages really well to evoke the sensation of a 'can do' attitude.
http://www.takepart.com/foodinc/film.
http://www.takepart.com/foodinc/film.
Thursday, 10 May 2012
My Bucket List. Well, the public version...! Subject to change, terms and conditions apply. See instore for details.
Do stand up comedy.
Run the distance of a marathon.
Get a full body wax professionally.
Hop for 100 hops.
Do a cartwheel.
Speak in an Irish accent and make someone believe thats how I sound for an entire conversation.
Hitchike 3000 miles in a single trip.
Do a year of taking a photo every day.
Get on top of the ziggarats.
Be drawn naked.
Go on a naked beach.
Watch a horror movie alone.
Go to Alton Towers.
Meet a member of the Royal Family.
Swim the distance of the English Channel.
Hitchike from John O'Groats - Lands End.
Make a human pyramid with the entire drama freshers.
Write a feature for Concrete
Get a 70 in an essay.
Visit every continant (in whole life!)
Help some one complete one item on their bucket list.
Capture lightening in a photo.
Successfully make a house of cards 6 storeys high.
Go on a TV gameshow.
Cook every meal in a cookbook.
Get a tattoo.Spend St. Patrick's Day in Ireland.
Hitchike to Ireland.
Write a letter to my future self.
Do one charity fundraiser a year for something that matters.
Learn to horseride.
Do drama workshops with the elderly.
Complete my degree and get a 2:1.
Go to Iceland (The country..).
Go to Antarctica/North Pole.
Make a dress from scratch.
Go on a hot air balloon ride.
Be on National Radio (Again...!).
Go to a Couchsurfing meeting in Norwich.
Become, at some point, a Couchsurfing ambassador.
Decorate a house.
Work overseas as a teacher.
Go to Asia.
Sing in front of people and be good.
Do a triathlon.
Research my family.
Read 30 books in 30 days.
Write a novel, even if its not published.
Learn to put make - up like a pro.
Get a French manicure.
Go to drawing classes.
Be in a show at Edinburgh.
Camp for a month solid.
Work on a farm - and be useful.
Knit a pair of socks.
Visit America.
Read all of the major religion's texts.
Ride a unicycle.
Walk a mile with a dictionary on my head.
Run the distance of a marathon.
Get a full body wax professionally.
Hop for 100 hops.
Do a cartwheel.
Speak in an Irish accent and make someone believe thats how I sound for an entire conversation.
Hitchike 3000 miles in a single trip.
Do a year of taking a photo every day.
Get on top of the ziggarats.
Be drawn naked.
Go on a naked beach.
Watch a horror movie alone.
Go to Alton Towers.
Meet a member of the Royal Family.
Swim the distance of the English Channel.
Hitchike from John O'Groats - Lands End.
Make a human pyramid with the entire drama freshers.
Get a 70 in an essay.
Visit every continant (in whole life!)
Help some one complete one item on their bucket list.
Capture lightening in a photo.
Successfully make a house of cards 6 storeys high.
Go on a TV gameshow.
Cook every meal in a cookbook.
Hitchike to Ireland.
Do one charity fundraiser a year for something that matters.
Learn to horseride.
Do drama workshops with the elderly.
Complete my degree and get a 2:1.
Go to Iceland (The country..).
Go to Antarctica/North Pole.
Make a dress from scratch.
Go on a hot air balloon ride.
Be on National Radio (Again...!).
Become, at some point, a Couchsurfing ambassador.
Decorate a house.
Work overseas as a teacher.
Go to Asia.
Sing in front of people and be good.
Do a triathlon.
Research my family.
Read 30 books in 30 days.
Write a novel, even if its not published.
Learn to put make - up like a pro.
Get a French manicure.
Go to drawing classes.
Be in a show at Edinburgh.
Camp for a month solid.
Work on a farm - and be useful.
Knit a pair of socks.
Visit America.
Read all of the major religion's texts.
Ride a unicycle.
Walk a mile with a dictionary on my head.
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
Lesson 101: Do Irish jigs and wave paintbrushes. It gets you places.
So, did an Irish jig and waved a paintbrush at 40 members of Livewire Radio Station in the hope of getting elected as the Social Secretary. I have to resubmit my application due to an admin problem, but this is totes a cover up for their disdain of my dancing. Think I need to sort out my life.
Had a really wonderful feeling of calmness today. Things have just been such a ridiculous level of craziness. Reminded me of my first day in Sofia, where I arrived so crazily sleep deprived, having only 45 minutes of disrupted sleep as there were about 4 separate border control officers who woke me up to check my passport. I only had 2 days in Sofia, and Bulgaria was one of the main places I wanted to visit, so really wanted to make sure I made the most of it. I had one of the most memorable times travelling, meeting some incredible people, staying at the sensational Hostel Mostel, and met the beautiful Eduard who I had a relationship with, that whilst was unsuccessful after a couple of months, was something quite special. Ed has said to me since of that time, that he couldn't tell how sleep deprived I was, and I felt so part of the social group and the parties even though I felt so pooped.
So, this past weekend we were rehearsing for 8 hours, and it was pretty gruelling. Our set consists of many trees, logs, a tonne (a LITERAL tonne. I shit you not) of earth and lots of contact mats and movements. I didn't know my lines nearly as well as I should have done, and it showed. But between some of my cast members there are moments of REAL beauty. I really hope they go far in the theatrical world by acting because they are magnificent to work with and magnificent to watch.
After that day, everyone was totally pooped and planned to chilllax, but crazy Kate-a-dingle (i.e, me!) was stage managing a show for the Norfolk and Norwich Festival, please check out the details here: http://www.nnfestival.org.uk/festival/outdoor/the-voice-project. Its very exciting!! Really love my director too, loved the community theatre, got to go up the Triphorium of the Cathedral, and saw graffiti dated 1693. A-MAZIN'! The triphorium looks down like a balcony, surrounding the walls, onto the seating and altar, and my word is it breathtaking. They also had discarded ornate scultures, y'know, your general riffraff you have about the place....Had to do alot of timings and running and knowing what I and 39 other people should be doing, cue by cue by cue. And funnily enough, I did. I never usually can even conduct MYSELF, but I stayed calm, and loved every second. Luckily, this calmness has pervaded into my normal life, and the mishmash of revising for the exam today, plus tech and dress rehearsal; both of which I was badly prepared for, but both of which I was reliatively happy with the results.
Also, to juxtapose this whole grown up, organised nonsense, I have mouldy mugs, jugs and cups. I'M AN EVIL PERSON AND THIS HABIT SHOULD HAVE ENDED WHEN MY BOWL HAIRCUT DID! I know. So not even sniffing at the school of cool. I have now washed them, and mentally sat on the naughty step. I'm going to use the excuse of business, but I know that the Queen is a busy lady, and she still manages to have non - mouldy cups floating around so its just not acceptable. Yuck. In other disgusting news, I have mud ALL OVER my feet, toe nails, hair, bra, belly button. I think I'm pretty much what Liberty X had in mind back in the mid noughties when they were singing their cover of 'Sexyyyy, everything about you is so sexxxyyyy, you don't even know what you....go - hoooot, you're really hitting my spo-hooot, o yeh'. Well I know I have lots of mud and I think thats a turn on.
On that note, I'm going to turn off. Night y'all. Stay calm, wave paintbrushes, do jigs, and sleep 45 mins. Its a working formula x
Had a really wonderful feeling of calmness today. Things have just been such a ridiculous level of craziness. Reminded me of my first day in Sofia, where I arrived so crazily sleep deprived, having only 45 minutes of disrupted sleep as there were about 4 separate border control officers who woke me up to check my passport. I only had 2 days in Sofia, and Bulgaria was one of the main places I wanted to visit, so really wanted to make sure I made the most of it. I had one of the most memorable times travelling, meeting some incredible people, staying at the sensational Hostel Mostel, and met the beautiful Eduard who I had a relationship with, that whilst was unsuccessful after a couple of months, was something quite special. Ed has said to me since of that time, that he couldn't tell how sleep deprived I was, and I felt so part of the social group and the parties even though I felt so pooped.
So, this past weekend we were rehearsing for 8 hours, and it was pretty gruelling. Our set consists of many trees, logs, a tonne (a LITERAL tonne. I shit you not) of earth and lots of contact mats and movements. I didn't know my lines nearly as well as I should have done, and it showed. But between some of my cast members there are moments of REAL beauty. I really hope they go far in the theatrical world by acting because they are magnificent to work with and magnificent to watch.
After that day, everyone was totally pooped and planned to chilllax, but crazy Kate-a-dingle (i.e, me!) was stage managing a show for the Norfolk and Norwich Festival, please check out the details here: http://www.nnfestival.org.uk/festival/outdoor/the-voice-project. Its very exciting!! Really love my director too, loved the community theatre, got to go up the Triphorium of the Cathedral, and saw graffiti dated 1693. A-MAZIN'! The triphorium looks down like a balcony, surrounding the walls, onto the seating and altar, and my word is it breathtaking. They also had discarded ornate scultures, y'know, your general riffraff you have about the place....Had to do alot of timings and running and knowing what I and 39 other people should be doing, cue by cue by cue. And funnily enough, I did. I never usually can even conduct MYSELF, but I stayed calm, and loved every second. Luckily, this calmness has pervaded into my normal life, and the mishmash of revising for the exam today, plus tech and dress rehearsal; both of which I was badly prepared for, but both of which I was reliatively happy with the results.
Also, to juxtapose this whole grown up, organised nonsense, I have mouldy mugs, jugs and cups. I'M AN EVIL PERSON AND THIS HABIT SHOULD HAVE ENDED WHEN MY BOWL HAIRCUT DID! I know. So not even sniffing at the school of cool. I have now washed them, and mentally sat on the naughty step. I'm going to use the excuse of business, but I know that the Queen is a busy lady, and she still manages to have non - mouldy cups floating around so its just not acceptable. Yuck. In other disgusting news, I have mud ALL OVER my feet, toe nails, hair, bra, belly button. I think I'm pretty much what Liberty X had in mind back in the mid noughties when they were singing their cover of 'Sexyyyy, everything about you is so sexxxyyyy, you don't even know what you....go - hoooot, you're really hitting my spo-hooot, o yeh'. Well I know I have lots of mud and I think thats a turn on.
On that note, I'm going to turn off. Night y'all. Stay calm, wave paintbrushes, do jigs, and sleep 45 mins. Its a working formula x
Monday, 7 May 2012
As the Scouts say, "Be Prepared"; you never know when these Christian - friendly words for Vagina will come in handy! Most surreal list I've ever read!
Author: Tyson Bowers.
Source: http://christwire.org/2011/11/51-christian-friendly-words-for-vagina/
We have noticed a lot of vulgar usage of the word “vagina” on our site and social websites and would ask if you could please use one of the following Christian friendly words below instead.
Source: http://christwire.org/2011/11/51-christian-friendly-words-for-vagina/
We have noticed a lot of vulgar usage of the word “vagina” on our site and social websites and would ask if you could please use one of the following Christian friendly words below instead.
- Puff Pillow
- Fish Cave
- Baby Door
- Eve’s Tunnel
- Satan’s Doorbell (Clitoral muscle)
- Reverse Blowhole
- Skin Wand Scarf
- Egg Crate
- Bullet Wound
- Sin Flower
- Moist Camel Hump
- Harpy Nest
- Canker Blossom
- Silk Barnacle
- Flap Dragon
- Clapper Claw
- Birth Cavern
- Flesh Wrap
- DNA Catcher
- Frothy Creek
- Satan’s Trap
- Sin Muscle
- Folded Flesh Leaf
- Harpoon Target
- Slurpin’ Salmon
- Devil’s Fun Slide
- Ovary Hallway
- Whispering Eye
- Secret Fish Forest
- Cat in The Hat
- Sin Sliver
- Devil Sponge
- Baby Portal
- Warm Potato
- Snake Trap
- Blood Sewer
- Twaddle Dandy
- Magic Crepe
- Satan’s Rose Bud
- Clack-dish
- Neighbor of Anus
- Pink Jello Box
- Rank Weasel
- Stripped Monkey
- Front Business
- Man’s Gift
- Wizard Sleeve
- The Liquid Slip
- Fleshy Fault Line
- Pink Velveeta Shell
-
The Pubic Pub
Thursday, 3 May 2012
Dear Diary
Me and my fabulous housemate Daisy just cooked the yummiest dinner. Courgette salad (thanks for the recipe Ella.C!), roasted sweet potato, avocado, cottage cheese, fried courgette and tomatoes + vinagrette and s+p. B.e.a.utiful. Had a really lovely chat about best and worst moments of last year, and then she told me lots of bum jokes, which always dings my dong.
Before this, I had rehearsal, which consisted of burying Ed with branches, and doing some 'good ol' fashioned stick acting', whilst being evil. I wonder how many of my roles in my Drama degree can be filled with evil stick acting? So far the ratio is 2/2. I hope for many more. Really love my group, can't wait for our official cast BONDING sesh whilst eating tapas and salsa dancing (clearly not all at the same time, imagine!). And at the end, we finally got our marks back for a previous performance, and I was really happy and very surprised with my grade, but what really meant alot to me was how she commended me for my imagination and creative input, and that she really valued it. I had been feeling a bit wobbly, but it just made me feel really lovely, so had a little happy cry.
Also, an act of serendipity meant that I cycled past the polling station so my vote DEFINITELY counts as I never usually cycle from the Drama studio - home, and I never usually go that way, but because I did, it meant that I rememebered to vote - something which had I forgotton to do I would have been very annoyed at myself.
In other boobtastic news, my boobieboss has offered the oppertunity of working as a boobie monkey at festivals at the summer, which I am DEFINITELY going to do! Don't know where, don't know how, but know I'm VERY excited! I'm so happy that my job celebrates boobulant puns and boob suits (they are EXACTLY what you think they are!).
Meanwhile, and quite a biggie in terms of my life, I have finally got a tattoo. I am 21 years old, have voted in 2 separate elections, have travelled independantly, buy my own toothpaste and 5 out of 7 days sleep without a teddy in my bed. I am a grown up (WELL, who am I kidding, but for the purposes of wit and this story, hell yea I am). I LOVE IT. Its so cute and small and means alot to me! I love where it is, what it looks like, and I know this is ridiculous, but I can't wait for someone to ask 'Do you have a tattoo?' and for me, finally, to be able to reply, whilst sucking in my stomach, puckering out my lips, fluttering my eyelashes, twirling my hair, 'why, yes, yes I do!'. Also I love the idea of it being private (despite me talking about it on my blog, facebook, texts, phonecalls, and photos everywhere; in this modern age thats pretty much private..!). It did not hurt. I am not lying (cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye). It literally did not hurt. If you read this blog (i.e if you have a LOT of time on your hands and want something innane to do) ask me to demonstrate the pain of it.
I'm going to tidy my room. And today is one of the 2 out of the 7 days that teddy is sleeping in with me, aw yeeee. I think getting a tattoo is grown up enough for one day x.
P.s This is my ink:
Before this, I had rehearsal, which consisted of burying Ed with branches, and doing some 'good ol' fashioned stick acting', whilst being evil. I wonder how many of my roles in my Drama degree can be filled with evil stick acting? So far the ratio is 2/2. I hope for many more. Really love my group, can't wait for our official cast BONDING sesh whilst eating tapas and salsa dancing (clearly not all at the same time, imagine!). And at the end, we finally got our marks back for a previous performance, and I was really happy and very surprised with my grade, but what really meant alot to me was how she commended me for my imagination and creative input, and that she really valued it. I had been feeling a bit wobbly, but it just made me feel really lovely, so had a little happy cry.
Also, an act of serendipity meant that I cycled past the polling station so my vote DEFINITELY counts as I never usually cycle from the Drama studio - home, and I never usually go that way, but because I did, it meant that I rememebered to vote - something which had I forgotton to do I would have been very annoyed at myself.
In other boobtastic news, my boobieboss has offered the oppertunity of working as a boobie monkey at festivals at the summer, which I am DEFINITELY going to do! Don't know where, don't know how, but know I'm VERY excited! I'm so happy that my job celebrates boobulant puns and boob suits (they are EXACTLY what you think they are!).
Meanwhile, and quite a biggie in terms of my life, I have finally got a tattoo. I am 21 years old, have voted in 2 separate elections, have travelled independantly, buy my own toothpaste and 5 out of 7 days sleep without a teddy in my bed. I am a grown up (WELL, who am I kidding, but for the purposes of wit and this story, hell yea I am). I LOVE IT. Its so cute and small and means alot to me! I love where it is, what it looks like, and I know this is ridiculous, but I can't wait for someone to ask 'Do you have a tattoo?' and for me, finally, to be able to reply, whilst sucking in my stomach, puckering out my lips, fluttering my eyelashes, twirling my hair, 'why, yes, yes I do!'. Also I love the idea of it being private (despite me talking about it on my blog, facebook, texts, phonecalls, and photos everywhere; in this modern age thats pretty much private..!). It did not hurt. I am not lying (cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye). It literally did not hurt. If you read this blog (i.e if you have a LOT of time on your hands and want something innane to do) ask me to demonstrate the pain of it.
I'm going to tidy my room. And today is one of the 2 out of the 7 days that teddy is sleeping in with me, aw yeeee. I think getting a tattoo is grown up enough for one day x.
P.s This is my ink:
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