Another Pair Of Eyes

Draft

June 20, 2009 on 10:33 pm | In General Bits, Thoughts | No Comments

Like many of you, I have a Drafts folder, and I’m sure that many of you, like me, have a Drafts folder filled with parts of posts unfinished or unpublishable, random excerpts of things, some posts which might just be titles. The Drafts folder is a refuge for the random and the hidden.

So here, for your viewing pleasure/suffering, are some odds and ends from out of this folder. There are some which are only titles (‘Relief and Guilt’ is particularly intriguing, but I have no memory of what was to be written there) and others which are really quite long.

In no particular order, and just for fun:

Drunken Notes (9.02.2008)

When I get home after a night out, I write myself notes for me to find in the morning. This isn’t because I expect to forget everything (although occasionally people’s surnames for facebooking etc are there as reminders) but more to try and capture how I was thinking at the time I got in rather than

Cloudy Day (23.09.2008)

Some days are cloudy days.

Watch (05.06.2009)

I have finally bought a watch which I first saw in a shop window four years ago, which probably makes it the single thing I have waited longest to purchase in my entire life.

Parody

Sometimes it feels like instead of film being a parody of life, life is a parody of film. Take my life, for example. A typical romcom line is: girl fancies guy, gets with guy who turns out to be an arsehole, and then realises she loved her best guy mate who was helping her out of the goodness of his heart all along. Happy ending, blah-di-blah.

Styles (14.07.2008)

Today, I have mimicked people’s styles.

Everyone seems to have their distinct styles of writing, their own little rituals that go with every entry, with every interblag thought-dump.

Do you notice styles?

Moods (28.07.2008)

Sometimes, you are ‘not in the mood’.

This statement seems to bother a lot of people. Whether it be in regard to coming out, getting smashed, doing work, exercising, or anything else you can and have enjoyed, people just do not seem to get it. Drink, come have fun, they say, but that’s the point, it’s what you don’t feel like doing and while the cloud of sigh that is sitting there will pass by the next day

Brief Summary (21.03.2009)

Wednesday I:

1. Got up

(ed: a brief summary indeed!)

Out! (13.05.2009)

I’ve spent the whole of today wanting to be somewhere other than I am. I spent the time at home wishing I was in lectures, the time in lectures wishing I was in hospital, and seeing as I never got the call from the hospital I’m now in the garden as its slightly further away from the house than being in the house. I spent £14 in B&Q buying canes and nice pots (actual ceramic pots might be 50p each, but they are SO much nicer than those horrible ‘terracotta’ coloured plastic ones that its worth it) and plant food and wire and all sorts of other funtastic things, then spent an hour outside meticulously repotting 8 of my little chilli/pepper/other pepper (there are two types, the difference between them being how fat they are by the looks of it) plants. My climbing french beans are also carelessly shoving the earth aside in their quest for things to climb so the canes I bought are being wired together into planty climbing frames. I scattered a bunch of foxglove seeds into a big pot and around the garden – oh yes: now when swine flu comes not only will I be able to feed myself with peppers, beans, lettuce, sunflower seeds, cucumber and chillis, but I will also be able to use digoxin to treat atrial flutter, atrial  fibrillation and drug-resistant heart failure. Shame it’s got such a narrow therapeutic index (the window in which the drug has an effect, but is non-toxic).

All the above is well and good, but none of it addresses the fact that I am avoiding something and I suspect that is work of some sort or other. I’m even avoiding writing about it as evidenced by the spiel above, and the irony is that even writing is in itself a means of avoidance. I’m evading and procrastinating every way I know how to avoid being in the house.

In honour of this, I will be taking my notes, music, pens and pencils and textbooks OUT of the house instead of me having to go IN to it, and write about thyroid function here. The endocrine unit we finished a couple of weeks ago (hormones and the like) is really elegant, really satisfying stuff and a pleasure to learn. This is puzzling as it means that my reasons for fleeing the premises aren’t necessarily work related. Maybe going to see Star Trek tonight will recover me somewhat as two hours of chilling time – I hear it is good, despite never having been an enormous fan of the series…we shall see.

Mood: Quizzical.

also, apologies for great big life-gardening-medicine splurge, but it has to go SOMEWHERE

Misunderstandings (27.10.2008)

I am bored of misunderstandings.

That’s clearly enough drafty entries for today, I might throw some in later if anyone actually wants to see them! Incidentally, I didn’t end up liking Star Trek much – the effects were great but the complete failure to inject any suspense anywhere or, indeed, any kind of emotion at all was pretty shocking. Spock was easily the only interesting character in the whole film and was excellently cast. Otherwise it was pretty weak, really.

From the ashes new things may arise. Maybe.