Indigo Thursday
May. 12th, 2011 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gwenzillaWell, it's been a week. I guess you could say that about any week, but it seems important to comment on this one. In a few minutes I will have been 45 for a week. That feels weird.
My birthday passed largely without incident. About six people showed up to the little picnic that the lovely VH planned for me at the Isabella Plantation in Richmond Park, and we had lovely treats and a yummy cake made by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aunty_marion. I got some beautiful alpaca three-ply in a seafoam green colour from VH, and a couple of cards. The best thing about the day was just getting to spend some quiet time with friends, in a nice place outside, on a beautiful day.
I worked through the weekend (all hail retail), then had Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of this week 'off' from work. I've asked that my hours be dropped from 38 to 32 until my dissertation is finished. For now, I still have classes on Tuesdays, but after that, it'll just be a few meetings with my dissertation supervisor, after which it's Moment Of Truth time.
I never could do anything small: for my dissertation, I am doing something I have never done before. I'm sure it will all be fine. Honest. :-) For those of you who are interested, I may go more into it on some writing filter or other, or I may just say screw the filters. It feels like time to just say 'fuck it' about a lot of stuff.
So, today was my first day back at work after three days of classes and, for the first time in months with no coursework due, I spent a lot of time chilling, watching television shows on iPlayer and other catch-up services, and knitting. I actually finished a pair of socks on the 5th of May and wore them to my birthday picnic. I'm inches away from finishing a second pair, though I'm not sure how well they're going to fit. They might have to go to a friend, because I fear they're ever so slightly too small for me.
We had some excitement at work this afternoon: the shopping centre that houses the store where I work was the location for the new Pirates of the Caribbean UK Premiere. This meant there was a huge pirate skull and crossed swords ... thingy made and stuck up on one of the balconies to reach down to the ground floor. It was silver and red. This also meant that today, the shopping centre was manic, and not just with people dying to buy the latest thing. When I arrived this morning (early!), there were already people in their POTC t-shirts, who'd apparently been waiting all night to be close enough to the red carpet to get a glimpse of The Depp when he walked onto the red carpet. I admit that when I heard the <i>really</i> loud cheer from the crowds outside, I did sneak to the store entrance and catch a glimpse of Mr Depp on the big screen that's visible from our store. He was wearing black plastic hipster glasses and a suit. It would have been much more fun if he'd come as Captain Jack, but that's just my overactive imagination talking. One of my coworkers was slightly bummed that Keith Richards didn't show up, but I figured he was just busy with the daily rituals he must perform to reanimate his corpse every night. And as summer approaches here, nightfall gets later and later. Those poor undead creatures really hate British Summer Time.
Remind me that I want to run an idea for my potential PhD project by you all.
Also, hi. I'm doing my best to start blogging a little bit again. I'm going to keep copying my tweets to LJ just so I can remember what I was up to on a given day, but my commitment now is to try and give this poor, neglected LJ a few hundred words at least every few days. I was here so religiously for so long it feels a little weird to have been largely away for the last, what, two, three years? And then again, when I consider all the things I've gone through on LJ, maybe it was best I took some time away. It helped me remember this is a place where my friends are, and the people who betrayed me in a thousand ways just really do not matter. It is such a fine thing to be in the right place with the right people.
Bedtime.
My birthday passed largely without incident. About six people showed up to the little picnic that the lovely VH planned for me at the Isabella Plantation in Richmond Park, and we had lovely treats and a yummy cake made by
aunty_marion. I got some beautiful alpaca three-ply in a seafoam green colour from VH, and a couple of cards. The best thing about the day was just getting to spend some quiet time with friends, in a nice place outside, on a beautiful day. I worked through the weekend (all hail retail), then had Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday of this week 'off' from work. I've asked that my hours be dropped from 38 to 32 until my dissertation is finished. For now, I still have classes on Tuesdays, but after that, it'll just be a few meetings with my dissertation supervisor, after which it's Moment Of Truth time.
I never could do anything small: for my dissertation, I am doing something I have never done before. I'm sure it will all be fine. Honest. :-) For those of you who are interested, I may go more into it on some writing filter or other, or I may just say screw the filters. It feels like time to just say 'fuck it' about a lot of stuff.
So, today was my first day back at work after three days of classes and, for the first time in months with no coursework due, I spent a lot of time chilling, watching television shows on iPlayer and other catch-up services, and knitting. I actually finished a pair of socks on the 5th of May and wore them to my birthday picnic. I'm inches away from finishing a second pair, though I'm not sure how well they're going to fit. They might have to go to a friend, because I fear they're ever so slightly too small for me.
We had some excitement at work this afternoon: the shopping centre that houses the store where I work was the location for the new Pirates of the Caribbean UK Premiere. This meant there was a huge pirate skull and crossed swords ... thingy made and stuck up on one of the balconies to reach down to the ground floor. It was silver and red. This also meant that today, the shopping centre was manic, and not just with people dying to buy the latest thing. When I arrived this morning (early!), there were already people in their POTC t-shirts, who'd apparently been waiting all night to be close enough to the red carpet to get a glimpse of The Depp when he walked onto the red carpet. I admit that when I heard the <i>really</i> loud cheer from the crowds outside, I did sneak to the store entrance and catch a glimpse of Mr Depp on the big screen that's visible from our store. He was wearing black plastic hipster glasses and a suit. It would have been much more fun if he'd come as Captain Jack, but that's just my overactive imagination talking. One of my coworkers was slightly bummed that Keith Richards didn't show up, but I figured he was just busy with the daily rituals he must perform to reanimate his corpse every night. And as summer approaches here, nightfall gets later and later. Those poor undead creatures really hate British Summer Time.
Remind me that I want to run an idea for my potential PhD project by you all.
Also, hi. I'm doing my best to start blogging a little bit again. I'm going to keep copying my tweets to LJ just so I can remember what I was up to on a given day, but my commitment now is to try and give this poor, neglected LJ a few hundred words at least every few days. I was here so religiously for so long it feels a little weird to have been largely away for the last, what, two, three years? And then again, when I consider all the things I've gone through on LJ, maybe it was best I took some time away. It helped me remember this is a place where my friends are, and the people who betrayed me in a thousand ways just really do not matter. It is such a fine thing to be in the right place with the right people.
Bedtime.
