You told me so, things that make Beth happy, and things that make Beth unhappy.

Things that make Beth happy:

• Spending girlie time with Hannah
• One to Ones with Ruth.
• Diggles Mocha.
• When a plan/presentation comes together.
• Snuggly buggly new zippy hoodies.
• Finding awesome Green jumpers you forgot you had.
• New Look.
• Knitting.
• My bed
• Legitimate naps after long hard weeks.

Things that make Beth cross:

• Making/preparing presentations.
• Lack of self control in New Look
• Finding holes in old snuggly buggly zippy hoodie
• Wilkos not having the right knitting needles.
• Falling asleep when trying to prepare presentations.
• Passing out in lectures
• Having to restore mobile to factory settings.
• Not knowing what to make for dinner.
• Tummy ache

Two blogs in one week?! This is madness!

Admittedly I have been vaguely manic since about 12.30 when I finished my last presentation. Since then my most annoying habit of talking nineteen to the dozen for extended periods of time has been a rather prominent feature of the day. I guess it's a stress release. I was doing it yesterday when stressing over my German presentation. Sorry to those who were with me in  the Zoo at that point. 

It happens. 

Its all part of what makes Beth so unique.

So what happened this week except lots of work? 

Oh and breaking my own self imposed ban on New Look. (its fine it was a necessary purchase <.< >.> honestly! - those who were taking bets, I take all winnings on bets made about me :P)

I passed out in a nine AM lecture. I have no recollection of the Lecture whatsoever. :/

That was fun.

Not.

I had to reset my phone to factory settings.

This irritated me immensely. 

The problem was that my entirely empty inbox kept telling me it was full and i needed to empty it to get text messages. It was only holding about 10 texts at anyone time. This was vaguely reminiscent of my of when I owned a Nokia 3410 (anyone remember those beasts, we thought they we so cool. we had no idea.) and we had to keep deleting messages. ALL the time. Even important ones. 

And when you know full well your phone can hold well over 500 texts with no problem, there is clearly an issue. Resetting solved various other problems I'd been having. However I'm still putting everything back to how I like it. Its a veritable pain in the backside.

Now I'm gonna hug my hot water bottle to get rid of my tummy ache and watch merlin whilst knitting.

and feel totally guilt free about doing so.

Beth xx

"I'll do the results section, its mainly graphs."

For a former science student, I have forgotten an extraordinary amount. Like the idea that the results section is a really long section full of Jargon babble. Trying to turn it in to a presentation is to say the least challenge. especially considering that I don't even fully understand it. I understood the German version of Katz und Maus more than this, and to claim that I understood that book, is in itself a fallacy. Nothing about that book made any sense. Grass clearly wrote it to be studied.

I have two presentations this week, both of which are now where near ready, both of which are assessed, both of which are on Friday morning.

Oh and I have a mouth ulcer and I burnt my tongue on my coffee.

Life is going so well at the moment.

Yesterday alone I was so stressed I cried the metaphorical river.

I look at my workload this week and conclude that maybe I shouldn't have gone on Houseparty at the weekend.

Had I gone though I would have missed a class weekend, which included a parody of Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah, that shall probably stay ingrained in my memory for a very long time, a walk which included this:

Hannah's relief at not having to do any more organising was so great she decided to dance!

I wish that was true.

She was actually about to do the double thumbs up but didn't quite manage it in time. The photo is possibly the more epic for it.

This also happened:

I can't quite remember why Emma was on Judy's back, but at one point I thought Judy was about to fall over. Emma also looks either overjoyed or terrified. Can't quite decide between the two...

We also encountered these beauties:

The one on the right seemed rather hungry. So hungry, apparently that my twill coat is in fact rather nommy. He was quite clearly told I was not food at that point. The poor yearling in the middle had simply followed its mother and seemed rather unsure of this group of excitable girls.

Having nearly finished the "results" (aka jargon wot fried my brain) I felt the need to finish this blog and make sure I checked  to see if my right to free speech being impinged upon by certain over touchy authorities, I toned down some references in other parts of my blog.

In other news,
My friend Anne came over for dinner last night before CU. Anne is German and we usually speak German together, however last night we ... I totally failed to speak German, other than to explain when Anne got the puzzled look, mainly because when I spoke German Amy got the puzzled look. Though her face when Anne turned to her and asked "Sprechen Sie auch Deutsch?" (Do you speak German too?) was priceless.

Anyway
I'm off!
Na night
Bethxx

Wordle, the avoidance of hard work, and other things.

Today my friend Ruth introduced me to Wordle.
Lets face it, I am a language geek. Take a look at my degree and try and argue. You will fail.
Anyway, Wordle. It takes sections of texts analyses them and makes pictures of your most used words.
This is mine:

One thing concerns me. It doesn't seem to mention the word "awesome". I use awesome A LOT. To the extent that it seems to be one of those reflex words like "ok" and "whatever". Thus I have derived that there is a greater division between the style in which I write and the way in which I talk. However that opens you up to a complex area of Sociolinguistics that I can't be bothered going into. According to my seminar tutor I am also a  perfect sociophonetic example too. That statement swiftly followed my earning extra brownie points for my unprompted use of field specific lexis (convergence and divergence FTW!) but before I send my swottage levels through the roof, I'll remind myself I havent done the readings for 2 weeks now. Oooh!  A coinage! I'll stop. This level of interest in this half of my degree is indicative of 2 things. 1. This German essays is a pain in the butt. 2. I am avoiding said essay like the plague.
Unsurprisingly "procrastinating" made it in to the Wordle. But then again so did "central" which I'm guessing relates to the mini supermarket at the top of Pendle college and my endless trips there during revision last year which is the cause of this blogs creation, lets face facts, if i know how to do anything with an expert level of precision its Procratinate. In fact if universites gave out degrees in it I'd have a first, a masters and a Phd.

In other news;
Today I finally got hold of two of the three new Paramore tracks ironic considering that... OH CRAP! Its Dads birthday tomorrow! *Furious writing of cards and making tracks toward Amazon* *chastises self for being a bad daughter.* I had it fixed in my head that it was Friday. Cos I know he reads this. Daddy I'm very sorry. >.< It was in the lucy-spots-book-that-holds-my-life together diary too. Honestly? I'd forget my head if it weren't attached.

Anyway getting back to the main point. A year tomorrow I went to my first gig.

It was Paramore and it was awesome. So, what better way to commorate it than new Paramore tracks??
There isn't one, well I can think of one but they ain't touring...
I squealed.

I should do less squealing.

Anyway last Saturday was Bonfire night, which for any foreign readers, is when us brits celebrate that 500 odd years ago a bunch of mad catholics failed to blow up both Parliament and The King and burn a lot of money doing so in the shape of fireworks.
It also means hanging out with awesome people.

I'm making an album of Awesome People. Then I'm going to get a digital photo frame and take them with me next year.  The Fireworks were ok. But I'm useless at taking pics of them. So instead, I stole this one from Kennis:

Anyway, essays don't write themselves.
Tara!
Bethxx

A safety net of Neglect.

Heavens above, this odd. I'm procrastinating.

xD

I have in the main been quite a conscientious student of late, despite my chronic addiction to THAT social networking site.
I have been rather busy, there have 21st surprise birthday parties to organise, various things to attend and a major hindrance in the form of illness.

I have recently been very ill, today is a good day, thus I felt it safe to blog.

So if my blogs become regularly few and far between it is a safety net of neglect, there are things that should not be talked about publicly and thus I may blog less occasionally

Today, however, I went on an adventure!
As next year looms ever larger on the horizon twas necessary to get myself a passport. These hideously expensive maroon bound (Bring back Blue and silver!), horrifically photographed identifiers are sadly necessary to allow applications for British Council assistantships,
and when you need them in a hurry leave a disgraceful dent in your bank account.

And cause you to take trips to Liverpool, whose underground system is baffling beyond belief, no handy maps of the Scouse underground nor sensible layouts, whilst you can take the underground from Lime street to central, if the thought occurs to you to get the train back from central to Lime Street; ignore it and instead walk. Its not a long walk but it still seems mildly illogical that the circular route doesn't have both clockwise and anti-clockwise lines.

Passports are also mean in that they cause your alarm to rudely awaken you at 6.30AM and  the resulting kerfuffle lead to vanished glasses, over turned bedside cabinets and the overwhelming desire not to get out of bed to fix it. I did, but half an hour later, the glasses turned up half way under my bed. Which I'll be honest is impressive, There is A LOT of stuff under my bed.

Today also involved 2 of my bad habits. Buying Magazines solely for the nail polish, and buying cupcakes. Cupcakes = nommy but also the icing causes sticky fingers, which causes unusable mouse. >.<
And well I guess I read the magazines and its an epic way of acquiring  good polish on the cheap but I really ought to restrain myself.

However after returning to Lancaster i decide to come in to Uni and work. Oh what vain hope, despite today being a good day my work ethic remains unreturned.

Bother.

Ah well, myself and a large number of my friends are of to St. Tees tonight because Soul Survivor are in Town and i promises to be an epic night. Also at last smell Amy's concoction in the Slow Cooker smelt like I should go home and nom it.

Right sadly this German isn't A. going to read itself, or B. magically become English to make my life easier.
So
Pip toodle!
Bethx