I gotta stop leaving these posts until so late in the day. I keep doing these at around 11:30 or midnight, but coz I put off doing it until the evening I'm starting to miss doing it sometimes coz I end up going out and getting drunk, like last night.
Last night was one of those nights where I got really drunk and done some stuff I should be regretting, though for the first time in a long time, I don't regret what I did. Unfortunately for anyone reading this you're not gonna find out what happened coz I'm not gonna say. And no, I didn't have sex with someone I shouldn't. Unfortunately for me it wasn't a sexually related incident, not that I would ever have any cause to regret doing something like that anyway.
No.... I'm not telling.... Now lets move off this.
Not suprisingly I had one heck of a hangover this morning. I felt like I was actually dying. I am such a wimp when it comes to hangovers. I really do suffer badly. I think I've talked about that before in one of these posts anyway. So because of the hangover I've not done much today except complain, and I don't really have much else to talk about in this blog.
For any film enthusiasts who have seen the film Night Watch, i watched the sequel yesterday; Day Watch (can you guess what the next film is gonna be called?... close, they're calling it Dusk Watch). I have to say it was a terrible film. I didn't think Night Watch was that bad, I liked the ideas in the film and it had some great moments, but generally the all round execution of the story was quite poor. It suffered from a below par script, and was much more concerned with looking like a good sci-fi movie, rather than actually being a good sci-fi movie. Day Watch had exactly the same problem, except you have to times them by about a hundred.
The film was a complete mess. I'm not even sure I could describe the plot effectively so I'm not gonna bother (if you haven't seen the first film and know nothing about these films then you might as well stop reading this post now- if you haven't already).
The film had a half decent set up, and to begin with I thought it seemed quite promising, but it appears that the larger budget and the better special effects open to them went to the film makers head as they just went overboard with the visuals. The story progressively became more confusing and there were far too many characters for the film to have them develop properly. The character at the centre of the story, Anton, is supposed to be in a big love affair with one character, while also trying to reconnect with his wayward son, but neither of these plots are developed anyway near enough to make what happens in the last act of the film as effective as it wants to be.
Enough of that. I could be here all day ranting about that film but I got dinner on. Garlic chicken kievs, hmmmmmmm.
Thursday, 31 January 2008
Tuesday, 29 January 2008
First deadline
I feel as if I can breath a very short sigh of relief today as I have completed the main bulk of one of my uni projects. I worked on it pretty much all day yesterday, and had to miss a lecture for it. The only break i got was the writing cirlce that I host every Monday evening, but even then I used part of my time there to help me with my work by reading out a script treatment.
I'll just fill you in on a few details of what this particular project is all about. It's called a minor project, so although I'm skipping and jumping about right now, the amount of work involved pales in comparison to the work for our major project and dissertation. For the minor project we have to develop a film idea to the treatment stage and pitch it as though we were pitching it to a Hollywood producer, or production company. Basically who we choose to pitch it to is up to us, we just have to do the research for it.
It's took me ages to get round to doing anything for this project because although the film idea is really good and very marketable, it was a bit of a nightmare to plot. But when deadlines loom you just have to grit your teeth and slog your way through it into the early hours of the morning. For an all nighter I actually got to bed relatively early at around 2:30am, but had set the alarm for half seven so I could continue with the work today.
However, I couldn't get any sleep, and it wasn't because I was worrying about the deadline or failing the project, or even having to stand up and talk for 15 minutes. I'm getting used to public speaking now, I only ever feel nervous just moments before I begin but once I get going I generally keep it together. I couldn't get to sleep because I had been working on the thing so solidly for several hours that my mind was still working on it. It kept writing and planning the thing out. I think altogther I must have got 2 hours sleep because even when I got to sleep I would wake up again up wondering how long it would be before my alarm would go off. My housemate Sophie was pulling an all nighter as well, and she didn't even bother with sleep. I could hear her coming in from the summer house to get cups of tea or coffee.
So when my alarm finally did go off I had been awake for 10 minutes already, but I had slept just long enough to not to want to get up again. In fact I was really scared a few hours before when I was setting the alarm that I would refuse to get up for it until it would be time to go to uni without the work being finished. But I stayed in bed for another hour and got up not long after eight, although that was a pretty painful experience.
The first thing I had to do this morning was test the length of my pitch. The whole thing is meant to be 15 mins long with 2 mins leeway either side. The bulk of the pitch was for telling the story, and the last 5 mins would be for giving budget proposals, and production details, marketability etc. Anyway all I really had this morning was my story and I timed how long it took for me to talk it aloud - it clocked in at 18mins! already over the 15 min timeframe and I wouldn't even be able to say all the other stuff that we're supposed to include. So I spent alot of my time this morning editing the piece down so I could still tell all the good parts of the story without it running over. After much fussing about with it I got it down to around 8 mins, which was a lot better.
I then spent the rest of the day finding things to backup my words when I start talking about things like marketability and it's proposed budget. To be honest I still haven't a clue how much it would cost to produce this film. I just used the budgets of two other films as reference points, trying to point out similarities between how they were filmed to what mine film could be like and had my budget come somewhere in the middle.
So my presentation was scheduled for 12:40 and I literally had everything done and ready by 12, which gave me just enough time to have a shower and copy the powerpoint I made to disc. I then had to rush the twenty minute walk to uni making it through the door just on time and feeling a little out of breath. I psyched myself up ready for the pitch (which as well as being watched by our marking lecturers it is being filmed as well) and put my disc in the pc to start up my powerpoint, but.... It's not working. Powerpoint won't open my powerpoint document. Then it dawned on me that my computer now uses the latest version of powerpoint and I hadn't saved it so that it would be compatible with later formats. My lecturerers spoke of rescheduling and I almost leapt for joy - another day or two longer and I can make my power point slide really snappy, with sound effects and shit like that! But they meant reschedule it for later that day - infact they gave me an hour. An hour to walk my 20 minute walk home make another copy of my powerpoint and make the 20 minute walk back...
For a very brief moment I got an inkling, just a very very, itsy bitsy, teeny tiny, very very, little bit of an inkling of what it must've felt like for one of those prisoners on death row on the day of his execution, having his last meal, speaking with the priest, making his piece with the world, really finally excepting the fact that his time is up and he is going to die today... only to be told in the eleventh hour that today is in fact not the day - perhaps in that moment he is also thinking "maybe they'll give me another month? or a year even?!" - but then he is told that they're rescheduling it for tomorow instead. He has spent the last few hours psyching himself up for the end of his own existence but then they open up to him the possibility that he could live a few hours more.
So the feeling I got in that moment was a severly diminished version of that without the morbid awareness of knowing you're going to die very shortly.
But go home I did, got the work saved in a format that the computer at uni could read, came back and gave my pitch. I think it went okay. For the most part my pacing was pretty good, and I felt i was speaking clearly enough. If anything it will be the content that lets me down but it will be a while before I get my marks anyway. The hardest part about the pitch was trying to read the reaction of my lecturers. It was hard to tell if they were getting it, understanding it or even if they thought it was complete shit or not - it was even worse when one of them would suddenly start writing notes cause your mind starts screaming
"What are they writing?! Something I said just now has made him start writing! He found something wrong, or he didn't like something!".
Having this screaming voice going on in my head as i'm trying to deliver a verbal pitch was really distracting, and I think there was a moment when I did lose my place and I had to pause to remember where I was.
I'm not really expecting first for this one, but I'll keep my fingers crossed for a 2:1
I'll just fill you in on a few details of what this particular project is all about. It's called a minor project, so although I'm skipping and jumping about right now, the amount of work involved pales in comparison to the work for our major project and dissertation. For the minor project we have to develop a film idea to the treatment stage and pitch it as though we were pitching it to a Hollywood producer, or production company. Basically who we choose to pitch it to is up to us, we just have to do the research for it.
It's took me ages to get round to doing anything for this project because although the film idea is really good and very marketable, it was a bit of a nightmare to plot. But when deadlines loom you just have to grit your teeth and slog your way through it into the early hours of the morning. For an all nighter I actually got to bed relatively early at around 2:30am, but had set the alarm for half seven so I could continue with the work today.
However, I couldn't get any sleep, and it wasn't because I was worrying about the deadline or failing the project, or even having to stand up and talk for 15 minutes. I'm getting used to public speaking now, I only ever feel nervous just moments before I begin but once I get going I generally keep it together. I couldn't get to sleep because I had been working on the thing so solidly for several hours that my mind was still working on it. It kept writing and planning the thing out. I think altogther I must have got 2 hours sleep because even when I got to sleep I would wake up again up wondering how long it would be before my alarm would go off. My housemate Sophie was pulling an all nighter as well, and she didn't even bother with sleep. I could hear her coming in from the summer house to get cups of tea or coffee.
So when my alarm finally did go off I had been awake for 10 minutes already, but I had slept just long enough to not to want to get up again. In fact I was really scared a few hours before when I was setting the alarm that I would refuse to get up for it until it would be time to go to uni without the work being finished. But I stayed in bed for another hour and got up not long after eight, although that was a pretty painful experience.
The first thing I had to do this morning was test the length of my pitch. The whole thing is meant to be 15 mins long with 2 mins leeway either side. The bulk of the pitch was for telling the story, and the last 5 mins would be for giving budget proposals, and production details, marketability etc. Anyway all I really had this morning was my story and I timed how long it took for me to talk it aloud - it clocked in at 18mins! already over the 15 min timeframe and I wouldn't even be able to say all the other stuff that we're supposed to include. So I spent alot of my time this morning editing the piece down so I could still tell all the good parts of the story without it running over. After much fussing about with it I got it down to around 8 mins, which was a lot better.
I then spent the rest of the day finding things to backup my words when I start talking about things like marketability and it's proposed budget. To be honest I still haven't a clue how much it would cost to produce this film. I just used the budgets of two other films as reference points, trying to point out similarities between how they were filmed to what mine film could be like and had my budget come somewhere in the middle.
So my presentation was scheduled for 12:40 and I literally had everything done and ready by 12, which gave me just enough time to have a shower and copy the powerpoint I made to disc. I then had to rush the twenty minute walk to uni making it through the door just on time and feeling a little out of breath. I psyched myself up ready for the pitch (which as well as being watched by our marking lecturers it is being filmed as well) and put my disc in the pc to start up my powerpoint, but.... It's not working. Powerpoint won't open my powerpoint document. Then it dawned on me that my computer now uses the latest version of powerpoint and I hadn't saved it so that it would be compatible with later formats. My lecturerers spoke of rescheduling and I almost leapt for joy - another day or two longer and I can make my power point slide really snappy, with sound effects and shit like that! But they meant reschedule it for later that day - infact they gave me an hour. An hour to walk my 20 minute walk home make another copy of my powerpoint and make the 20 minute walk back...
For a very brief moment I got an inkling, just a very very, itsy bitsy, teeny tiny, very very, little bit of an inkling of what it must've felt like for one of those prisoners on death row on the day of his execution, having his last meal, speaking with the priest, making his piece with the world, really finally excepting the fact that his time is up and he is going to die today... only to be told in the eleventh hour that today is in fact not the day - perhaps in that moment he is also thinking "maybe they'll give me another month? or a year even?!" - but then he is told that they're rescheduling it for tomorow instead. He has spent the last few hours psyching himself up for the end of his own existence but then they open up to him the possibility that he could live a few hours more.
So the feeling I got in that moment was a severly diminished version of that without the morbid awareness of knowing you're going to die very shortly.
But go home I did, got the work saved in a format that the computer at uni could read, came back and gave my pitch. I think it went okay. For the most part my pacing was pretty good, and I felt i was speaking clearly enough. If anything it will be the content that lets me down but it will be a while before I get my marks anyway. The hardest part about the pitch was trying to read the reaction of my lecturers. It was hard to tell if they were getting it, understanding it or even if they thought it was complete shit or not - it was even worse when one of them would suddenly start writing notes cause your mind starts screaming
"What are they writing?! Something I said just now has made him start writing! He found something wrong, or he didn't like something!".
Having this screaming voice going on in my head as i'm trying to deliver a verbal pitch was really distracting, and I think there was a moment when I did lose my place and I had to pause to remember where I was.
I'm not really expecting first for this one, but I'll keep my fingers crossed for a 2:1
Sunday, 27 January 2008
A quickie before bed
It's about 20 mins past midnight so I guess technically it means I've missed today's (yesterdays) blog, but for me it's not tomorrow until I've woken up after 2 or 3 hours sleep and it's light outside. Actually I almost forgot about doing the blog today until about 5 mins ago when I started thinking about getting an early night.
Typing this is a bit difficult at the moment as my hands are really cold for some reason so my fingers aren't working properly. I keep accidently hitting the wrong keys and retype everything as I go. It'l be okay in a moment though coz I've just turned the heater on and warming my hands up on it.
I'm having problems with my ipod at the moment. It was originally synced up to a computer back at home and I haven't been able to connect it to my computer here because the ipod was a hand me down and the person who gave it me didn't have a spare usb lead. But I got hold of one recently so I've been going through the annoying process of extracting all my albums off the ipod (coz I left the albums at home) then putting them on itunes and resyncing my ipod to this computers itunes.
Apple really like to make it nice and easy for people to move their music around don't they? To get to the music in my ipod I would have to go into the processes running on my computer to make sure that none of the itunes processes were running and then connect the ipod to my computer and quickly select the device in the brief window of time that it appears and drag the music out of the ipod (before you do this you have to make sure that Windows is allowing hidden files and folders to appear otherwise you just won't see them.)
Then in the long time you're waiting for the music to be copied over you have to hope that itunes doesn't decide to start up as it interrupts the whole thing and you have to start again. What makes this even more difficult for me on my pc is that the usb ports are apparently the shittier old ones, and so they have a tendancy to just disconnect my ipod then reconnect it over and over. But I finally managed to get through all that and I'm now on the second go of trying to sync my ipod to this pc.
As I type this it's about halfway through. The last time it got interrupted because my ipod had run out of battery. But am I right in thinking that the ipod should be able to recharge while it was connected to my computer? Coz this one isn't. Fortunately I can recharge it with the speakers that I got with it.
I'm not complaining really. The ipod I have is one of the much earlier ones and probably on its last legs, hence the fact that the person who gave it to me, gave me the ipod because he bought a new one for himself. If he hadn't of gave me his old one it would probably be a long time before I would be able to afford to buy myself a new one. As long as it keeps letting me play music I'm happy.
Typing this is a bit difficult at the moment as my hands are really cold for some reason so my fingers aren't working properly. I keep accidently hitting the wrong keys and retype everything as I go. It'l be okay in a moment though coz I've just turned the heater on and warming my hands up on it.
I'm having problems with my ipod at the moment. It was originally synced up to a computer back at home and I haven't been able to connect it to my computer here because the ipod was a hand me down and the person who gave it me didn't have a spare usb lead. But I got hold of one recently so I've been going through the annoying process of extracting all my albums off the ipod (coz I left the albums at home) then putting them on itunes and resyncing my ipod to this computers itunes.
Apple really like to make it nice and easy for people to move their music around don't they? To get to the music in my ipod I would have to go into the processes running on my computer to make sure that none of the itunes processes were running and then connect the ipod to my computer and quickly select the device in the brief window of time that it appears and drag the music out of the ipod (before you do this you have to make sure that Windows is allowing hidden files and folders to appear otherwise you just won't see them.)
Then in the long time you're waiting for the music to be copied over you have to hope that itunes doesn't decide to start up as it interrupts the whole thing and you have to start again. What makes this even more difficult for me on my pc is that the usb ports are apparently the shittier old ones, and so they have a tendancy to just disconnect my ipod then reconnect it over and over. But I finally managed to get through all that and I'm now on the second go of trying to sync my ipod to this pc.
As I type this it's about halfway through. The last time it got interrupted because my ipod had run out of battery. But am I right in thinking that the ipod should be able to recharge while it was connected to my computer? Coz this one isn't. Fortunately I can recharge it with the speakers that I got with it.
I'm not complaining really. The ipod I have is one of the much earlier ones and probably on its last legs, hence the fact that the person who gave it to me, gave me the ipod because he bought a new one for himself. If he hadn't of gave me his old one it would probably be a long time before I would be able to afford to buy myself a new one. As long as it keeps letting me play music I'm happy.
Saturday, 26 January 2008
Just a few words
I'm gonna keep todays post kind of brief as I'm not sure exactly what to say as it concerns some bad news I heard yesterday.
A guy I knew from highschool called Vincent Harrison died a couple of days ago. He was a very likeable and popular guy. For a few years I was in the same tech class as him and I would sit with him and another guy called Danny Sherman. Those lessons were always a laugh and Vincent was really funny. I didn't really hang around with him much outside of those classes but when I left school I would still bump into him every now and then and say hi. I went back to college when I was 21 to study TV and film, and he was there on a music course so we'd talk sometimes. The last time I saw him was a couple of years ago when I was back in London from Uni. I met him on a train to Harrow and caught up on what he'd been up to since I last saw him.
So like everyone else who knew him I'm really saddened by what's happened. It doesn't feel real to me.
Vincent's family and everyone that knew him and were close to him have my deepest sympathy.
A guy I knew from highschool called Vincent Harrison died a couple of days ago. He was a very likeable and popular guy. For a few years I was in the same tech class as him and I would sit with him and another guy called Danny Sherman. Those lessons were always a laugh and Vincent was really funny. I didn't really hang around with him much outside of those classes but when I left school I would still bump into him every now and then and say hi. I went back to college when I was 21 to study TV and film, and he was there on a music course so we'd talk sometimes. The last time I saw him was a couple of years ago when I was back in London from Uni. I met him on a train to Harrow and caught up on what he'd been up to since I last saw him.
So like everyone else who knew him I'm really saddened by what's happened. It doesn't feel real to me.
Vincent's family and everyone that knew him and were close to him have my deepest sympathy.
Friday, 25 January 2008
Shave and a haircut
Two bits!
Haircut! Haircut! I got myself a haircut!
I was long overdue a haircut. My hair had gotten so long and so big a friend of mine said I looked like Henry out of the film Eraserhead. So today I decided enough was enough, I should stop putting it off, and get it cut. My typical routine when it comes to hair grooming is to let it grow really long before borrowing a pair of clippers off of someone and shaving it off. I only do this because I don't really like going to the hairdressers. If you've read one of my early posts about "small talk" you'll know why. Hairdressers generally tend to love small talk, and there is nothing wrong with that, it just means they're very social people and their job means they get to talk to loads of different people everyday.
Whenever I'm sat in those chairs it's never long before I feel uncomfortable. Particularly when I'm not really that familiar with the person cutting my hair. Back home in Northwood I found the perfect hairdresser for me. The guy is a bit of a phenomenon when it comes to hairdressing as he never says a word... ever. He doesn't do small talk, he just cuts your hair and lets you get on your way. Perfect for me. Not that it isn't a little uncomfortable being sat in his shop in total silence, save for the radio, but I feel less uncomfortable because there isn't that pressure to chat.
But today's hairdressing experience wasn't that bad actually. The guy liked to talk but he wasn't excessive with his talking like he wanted to fill every gap of silence. It didn't take me long to find myself in a comfortable conversation with him. It was just general small talk but something he told me about a friend of his was pretty interesting. He hit his head when he fell out of a tree as a kid and almost totally lost his sense of smell. This got me thinking about what it would be like losing my sense of smell.
As one of our five senses the thought of losing your sense of smell doesn't appear as horrifying as losing say your sight, hearing, or ability to feel, but it would be something quite difficult to deal with. The first most obvious thing you would lose out on is the favour of food. A persons tongue only picks up a handful of distinctive tastes, such as salty, sour, sweet, or bitter, but all the variety of flavours that exist in food come through its scent. I love my food and I would be so depressed if I couldn't taste it anymore I would probably eat far less as a result (hmmm, maybe that should make something for people with dieting problems that temporarily removes their sense of smell? - It could work).
The other thing you lose are those scents that you associate with certain memories. So many of my own memories are activated by random smells. Walking past a freshly painted fence and soaking in that smell of creosote always lightens my mood as it brings back memories of my childhood summer holidays (no I wasn't made to paint fences in my summers as a kid). Freshly cut grass brings similar feelings as well. Whenever I walk past a woman wearing a strong familiar smelling perfume it will always bring with it certain emotions. Even if I can't exactly place who the smell reminded me of there is always an emotional memory attached to it, some of them positive, some of them not.
I got curious enough about this to look it up on wikipedia and there are two slightly different conditions: Anosmia, which is a total loss of smell, and the other is Hyposmia, which is a reduced ability to smell. What I found most sad about the condition is that an anosmic person will probably never meet another person in their life with that condition, which results in them feeling perhaps slightly alienated and confused about their disability. They are probably not met with that much sensitivity or sympathy for it either as it doesn't really seem like a 'proper' disability.
... Right, I can't think of a good way to sum this post up and end it so I can go and get some other things done, so I'm not gonna bother. I'll just end it abrubtly like this:
Haircut! Haircut! I got myself a haircut!
I was long overdue a haircut. My hair had gotten so long and so big a friend of mine said I looked like Henry out of the film Eraserhead. So today I decided enough was enough, I should stop putting it off, and get it cut. My typical routine when it comes to hair grooming is to let it grow really long before borrowing a pair of clippers off of someone and shaving it off. I only do this because I don't really like going to the hairdressers. If you've read one of my early posts about "small talk" you'll know why. Hairdressers generally tend to love small talk, and there is nothing wrong with that, it just means they're very social people and their job means they get to talk to loads of different people everyday.
Whenever I'm sat in those chairs it's never long before I feel uncomfortable. Particularly when I'm not really that familiar with the person cutting my hair. Back home in Northwood I found the perfect hairdresser for me. The guy is a bit of a phenomenon when it comes to hairdressing as he never says a word... ever. He doesn't do small talk, he just cuts your hair and lets you get on your way. Perfect for me. Not that it isn't a little uncomfortable being sat in his shop in total silence, save for the radio, but I feel less uncomfortable because there isn't that pressure to chat.
But today's hairdressing experience wasn't that bad actually. The guy liked to talk but he wasn't excessive with his talking like he wanted to fill every gap of silence. It didn't take me long to find myself in a comfortable conversation with him. It was just general small talk but something he told me about a friend of his was pretty interesting. He hit his head when he fell out of a tree as a kid and almost totally lost his sense of smell. This got me thinking about what it would be like losing my sense of smell.
As one of our five senses the thought of losing your sense of smell doesn't appear as horrifying as losing say your sight, hearing, or ability to feel, but it would be something quite difficult to deal with. The first most obvious thing you would lose out on is the favour of food. A persons tongue only picks up a handful of distinctive tastes, such as salty, sour, sweet, or bitter, but all the variety of flavours that exist in food come through its scent. I love my food and I would be so depressed if I couldn't taste it anymore I would probably eat far less as a result (hmmm, maybe that should make something for people with dieting problems that temporarily removes their sense of smell? - It could work).
The other thing you lose are those scents that you associate with certain memories. So many of my own memories are activated by random smells. Walking past a freshly painted fence and soaking in that smell of creosote always lightens my mood as it brings back memories of my childhood summer holidays (no I wasn't made to paint fences in my summers as a kid). Freshly cut grass brings similar feelings as well. Whenever I walk past a woman wearing a strong familiar smelling perfume it will always bring with it certain emotions. Even if I can't exactly place who the smell reminded me of there is always an emotional memory attached to it, some of them positive, some of them not.
I got curious enough about this to look it up on wikipedia and there are two slightly different conditions: Anosmia, which is a total loss of smell, and the other is Hyposmia, which is a reduced ability to smell. What I found most sad about the condition is that an anosmic person will probably never meet another person in their life with that condition, which results in them feeling perhaps slightly alienated and confused about their disability. They are probably not met with that much sensitivity or sympathy for it either as it doesn't really seem like a 'proper' disability.
... Right, I can't think of a good way to sum this post up and end it so I can go and get some other things done, so I'm not gonna bother. I'll just end it abrubtly like this:
Thursday, 24 January 2008
I'm poorly ill
An early post today as proof that I am up at a more reasonable time and active. In theory I have a busy day of work ahead of me so I'm using this blog as a sort of "warmup" to doing work, very much like what Richard Herring does with his blog "warmups", which was also what influenced me to start writing this thing anyway. Yes you could say I am ripping him off, but I'm saying influenced by - you say potato I say potaato (this btw is another inside joke for those who may have seen some of Richard Herring's stand-up, in which he satirises use of the word potato in that song and then goes on to critisize the French language for calling potato's "apples of the ground" when clearly a potato and an apple are two completely different things. Again, am I being influenced by him or just ripping him off? Well, it's more of a reference to him really. I'm kind of sourcing the information).
I haven't been very well the past few days. Myself and most of my housemates have come down with a cold although I don't think having a cold should be considered an illness. I know in a technical sense it means you're sick, but i would say it is more of a nuisance than a sickness. It only really has one physical symptom and that is my nose leaks. Constantly.
I suppose you have the sneezing too, so that could be considered another symptom. And sometimes my sinuses become infected as well, and that can hurt, but generally the only main symptom I have is that my nose leaks. That is a shit illness to have. It's not like it's bigger, tougher brother, the flu, that leaves you aching all over with a temperature, and at it's worse can incapacitate you leaving you bed ridden for a week.
I'm not saying that I would rather have the flu, but at least with the flu it makes you feel that unwell that you are justified in having time off work for it. A cold doesn't do this. With a cold I can still do things, but I do them in a generally cranky and agitated state because my nose is bunged up, leaking fluids, stopping me from breathing comfortably, and making me feel generally self concious when talking to people because I'm always worried they can see snot coming out of my nose.
A big mistake I make when i've got a cold is that I blow my nose far too much. This causes my nasal passage to become irritated so I end up sneezing even more frequently than a person usually would when they have this "illness". I'll have such long and terrible sneezing fits. Some people may have heard that urban legend a few years ago that if you sneezed ten times in a row you would have an orgasm? Who ever made that up probably thought that sneezing ten times in a row would be an impossible feat so they would never get caught in such a blatant lie, but I have sneezed that many times in one go and no, I've never achieved orgasm from it. It just left me with pains in my chest and snot and germs all over my hands.
Anyway, that's enough moaning for one day. It's time to get some work done. I'll just leave you with this youtube video that attempts to prove once and for the theory that "if you sneeze with you're eyes open you're eyes will pop out" - it won't dissapoint.
I haven't been very well the past few days. Myself and most of my housemates have come down with a cold although I don't think having a cold should be considered an illness. I know in a technical sense it means you're sick, but i would say it is more of a nuisance than a sickness. It only really has one physical symptom and that is my nose leaks. Constantly.
I suppose you have the sneezing too, so that could be considered another symptom. And sometimes my sinuses become infected as well, and that can hurt, but generally the only main symptom I have is that my nose leaks. That is a shit illness to have. It's not like it's bigger, tougher brother, the flu, that leaves you aching all over with a temperature, and at it's worse can incapacitate you leaving you bed ridden for a week.
I'm not saying that I would rather have the flu, but at least with the flu it makes you feel that unwell that you are justified in having time off work for it. A cold doesn't do this. With a cold I can still do things, but I do them in a generally cranky and agitated state because my nose is bunged up, leaking fluids, stopping me from breathing comfortably, and making me feel generally self concious when talking to people because I'm always worried they can see snot coming out of my nose.
A big mistake I make when i've got a cold is that I blow my nose far too much. This causes my nasal passage to become irritated so I end up sneezing even more frequently than a person usually would when they have this "illness". I'll have such long and terrible sneezing fits. Some people may have heard that urban legend a few years ago that if you sneezed ten times in a row you would have an orgasm? Who ever made that up probably thought that sneezing ten times in a row would be an impossible feat so they would never get caught in such a blatant lie, but I have sneezed that many times in one go and no, I've never achieved orgasm from it. It just left me with pains in my chest and snot and germs all over my hands.
Anyway, that's enough moaning for one day. It's time to get some work done. I'll just leave you with this youtube video that attempts to prove once and for the theory that "if you sneeze with you're eyes open you're eyes will pop out" - it won't dissapoint.
Wednesday, 23 January 2008
Doing a whole lot of nothing
I'm feeling quite bad right now as I have appeared to have lapsed some what into my old routine of doing nothing.
I haven't done anything today. I don't mean in the literal sense of doing nothing, I have in fact done many things today. For example I stayed in bed until 12 noon trying to sleep for much longer than is really necessary. I got up, had a shower, ate some food, played guitar for a little bit, put some washing on, helped tidy the house, put my washing in the newly fixed tumble dryer, played xbox, cooked dinner, checked my washing from the tumble dryer it was still wet, then watched two DVD's, checked the washing again, the clothes are still wet (I don't think the tumble dryer is working). Now I am writing this blog. It would seem I have done quite a few things today, though none of it productive, and in fact almost every activity I immersed myself in today was just a way to keep me from doing anything productive, like writing my feature script or my dissertation, or my minor project.
This avoidance of work has been happening for a few days. I've had other excuses for previous days, like hangovers, or working at blockbusters, but there's no excuse today. I'm promising myself I'll get an early night tonight, that always helps with doing work. Two of my housemates are really good at that. From about 10:30pm onwards it is rare for us to see them downstairs. We could be in the middle of watching something pretty good on TV and they'll still leave to go and get on with whatever they might be doing upstairs, and I imagine they're almost always in bed before midnight. But for me and the other two the day doesn't really start until 10:30pm. We're up until the early hours having a few drinks, smoking, watching DVD's or playing Mario Kart, and generally having a good time. Not like those other squares, upstairs in their rooms, miserable and getting all their work done, while we're downstairs living the good life, laughing and having fun without a care in the world.... until the morning (well, afternoon really), and I get up realising that I'm still behind on work; feeling too rough to know I'm not gonna get anything done today and waiting until the evening where I can kid myself some more into thinking everything is all right and I can have a good time.
At least I still have you blog. I've been pretty good with you haven't I? I write in you everyday..... What? I've missed out a couple of days? Yes, I know there has been the occasional slip up but I'm still here aren't I? Writing in you this very moment! And I keep on writing, even on the days when I really can't be bothered or have nothing to write about (which is becoming more and more of a common thing).... Now blog, don't get upset. Relationships aren't always easy, they do take hard work and commitment. I can't want to write in you everyday, like I'm sure you don't always find yourself attracted to me... Oh you do? All the time? Well that is understandable, I am an attractive guy.
The point I'm trying to get to is that writing this blog all the time shows that I am capable of doing something that I can't always be bothered to do on a regular basis. It's only been a few weeks so far but I'm suprised at myself for even doing it this long. I'll just focus on the thought that if I can keep something like this up for an extended period of time it means I am able to push myself into carrying out other productive activities on a regular basis as well, regardless of how enthusiastic I feel about it.
I haven't done anything today. I don't mean in the literal sense of doing nothing, I have in fact done many things today. For example I stayed in bed until 12 noon trying to sleep for much longer than is really necessary. I got up, had a shower, ate some food, played guitar for a little bit, put some washing on, helped tidy the house, put my washing in the newly fixed tumble dryer, played xbox, cooked dinner, checked my washing from the tumble dryer it was still wet, then watched two DVD's, checked the washing again, the clothes are still wet (I don't think the tumble dryer is working). Now I am writing this blog. It would seem I have done quite a few things today, though none of it productive, and in fact almost every activity I immersed myself in today was just a way to keep me from doing anything productive, like writing my feature script or my dissertation, or my minor project.
This avoidance of work has been happening for a few days. I've had other excuses for previous days, like hangovers, or working at blockbusters, but there's no excuse today. I'm promising myself I'll get an early night tonight, that always helps with doing work. Two of my housemates are really good at that. From about 10:30pm onwards it is rare for us to see them downstairs. We could be in the middle of watching something pretty good on TV and they'll still leave to go and get on with whatever they might be doing upstairs, and I imagine they're almost always in bed before midnight. But for me and the other two the day doesn't really start until 10:30pm. We're up until the early hours having a few drinks, smoking, watching DVD's or playing Mario Kart, and generally having a good time. Not like those other squares, upstairs in their rooms, miserable and getting all their work done, while we're downstairs living the good life, laughing and having fun without a care in the world.... until the morning (well, afternoon really), and I get up realising that I'm still behind on work; feeling too rough to know I'm not gonna get anything done today and waiting until the evening where I can kid myself some more into thinking everything is all right and I can have a good time.
At least I still have you blog. I've been pretty good with you haven't I? I write in you everyday..... What? I've missed out a couple of days? Yes, I know there has been the occasional slip up but I'm still here aren't I? Writing in you this very moment! And I keep on writing, even on the days when I really can't be bothered or have nothing to write about (which is becoming more and more of a common thing).... Now blog, don't get upset. Relationships aren't always easy, they do take hard work and commitment. I can't want to write in you everyday, like I'm sure you don't always find yourself attracted to me... Oh you do? All the time? Well that is understandable, I am an attractive guy.
The point I'm trying to get to is that writing this blog all the time shows that I am capable of doing something that I can't always be bothered to do on a regular basis. It's only been a few weeks so far but I'm suprised at myself for even doing it this long. I'll just focus on the thought that if I can keep something like this up for an extended period of time it means I am able to push myself into carrying out other productive activities on a regular basis as well, regardless of how enthusiastic I feel about it.
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