The Dream

First of all, sorry about the length of time I haven't posted anything! My laptop died as you may or not know :(
A few weeks ago, after a long hectic day at work, I found out via facebook (as you do) that my sister's kitten had been run over and had to be rushed to the vets that night. Of course, I felt bad for my sister (Amy) and her boyfriend and hoped the kitten, called Rainbow, would pull through.

That night, I went to sleep and had the most surreal dream I have ever experienced in my life. In this dream, my sister Amy and I went to my Granny's house for a wee visit. When we entered into her sitting room, with her kittens Rainbow and her sister Tiger, there was my Grandad sitting in his chair sipping a cup of tea. Now, my Grandad had been dead for 11 years and I felt myself telling me "but this can't be real, you've been dead!" however my mind stared to succum to my dream when he started asking us how we were.

 Amy started telling him about her boyfriend and I told him how I had moved down to Edinburgh and about my new job. My Granny, who's still alive, told me how well my Grandad had been doing lately. I felt a sudden happiness and then I was somehow transported into my Granny's bedroom where Amy was saying a tearful goodbye to Rainbow, saying how much she would miss her. At the time, I didn't understand why I, or for that fact Amy was so upset.

Then, Rainbow walked to my Grandad and he scooped her up and said he had to go. We said goodbye, feeling tearful and as he opened the door, a bright light appeared and I woke up to my alarm ringing.

When I awoke, feeling confused about what I had dreamed, I can swear I could smell the scent of his car and taste the sweeties me and him shared when I was a child.

Then I found out Amy's kitten had died.

 Usually when people awake, they lose up to 90% of their dream in the first 10 minutes of being awake. However, this dream felt so real and had been replaying in my mind for weeks after.

Has anything like this ever happened to you? Let me know.

P.S. Thanks to my friend Fiona for letting me "steal" her laptop as she slept so I could blog! And speical thanks to Sammy for getting Fiona soo drunk beforehand - I love you guys :)

October Favourites

Album

Evanescence

Favourite Track: Sick

Least Favourite:

YouTube Video

TV Show

Modern Family

The Breakdown

Two weeks ago, something utterly tragic happened to me. My laptop met its demise. It met its maker. Unfortunately for it, that maker was me.

It all happened a quiet Tuesday afternoon.  Something truly remarkable had happened, I had been inspired to be creative and draw something, anything. so I turned to my laptop in a bid to find some inspiration. My laptop on the other hand, had a completely different approach to my sudden inspiration and decided to rain on my parade.

You see, in the past few months, the health of my laptop had been deteriorating significantly and I knew it was only a matter of time before it burned out. The keyboard on my laptop was starting to stick and the letters broke off. Every time I switched the laptop on, I was greeted by a loud, high pitched noise which meant I had to rapidly switch the on button before it would start up.

Once it had loaded up, it would freeze during the AVG scan and the browser took forever to load anything, so in the last few weeks of it's life I purely used it to play DVDs.

So on this fateful day, I went to 'surf the web', but the laptop was having none of it. The music I had been playing began to jump and the screen had frozen. After waiting for a few minutes, I switched it off using the on button and restarted it.

Then came the usual process of noise, then start-up screen but before the password, the screen turned blue and  the laptop died. So I restarted it again and the same thing happened to it. By this point, my patience was running very thin, and bearing my teeth I restarted it one last time.

Now, having grown up in a home that taught me not to talk with my mouth full and, if I didn't have anything nice to say then not to say anything at all, I always went by another rule which was, if it's not working, give it a smack.

So I did that. But when the noise wouldn't stop and my anger at boiling point, I lifted the laptop and in a state of pure fury, began pounding it off of the table. Well, it's safe to say after that, it never switched on again. 

So RIP laptop, I will miss you pissing me off daily!

September Favourites

So last night I decided to do monthly posts on things I'm liking at the moment. Hopefully I'll be inspired soon and start blogging again. Until then,here's my favourites of September.

Album

All Things Bright and Beautiful

Owl City

Favourite Track: Kamikaze

Least Favourite: Alligator Sky

YouTube Video

Admit it, you laughed a little!

TV Show

Ringer

Seriously loving this show, SMG is just amazing!

Maynard says what?

So while waiting for a bus one cold and windy day in Edinburgh, I got the biggest scare of my life. Even bigger than when I was nearly mugged. What scared me you ask. The "Maynard says chew" poster.

Now, like every other person, sweets are my weak spot, but having a moose which looks like he's had waaay to many lines and has fallen head first into Wonderland just freaks me out.

Its the eyes that freak me out the most. Not so much during daylight, but when its dark its just creepy. Picture this. Your standing alone in a bus shelter, it's quite and dark and at the corner of your eye you see a crazed looking beast telling you to chew.

Oh, heres a link I found, click on it, I dare you! If the pic above didn't creep you out, this will!

http://www.maynardsayschew.com/

One Year On

It is official. I have lived in Edinburgh for a full year! I think some people had doubts when I told them over a year ago I would be leaving Shetland to live here and probably assumed I wouldn't last! Well, I proved them wrong!

Ironically, ever since I moved to Edinburgh, I see my family more than when I lived on the same island as them! I'm glad I've managed to last a year, as I too had my doubts, only because when I moved down I had very little money (still do) and didn't have a job and didn't know anyone apart from 4 people. But fast forward a year and I'm so happy I stuck with this place. 

Shetland has become the place where my family live. Edinburgh has become my home.

:)

To read how I get here, click here

NFH Part 2

You may or may not remember my post about the people who live in the flat below me. So to catch up, I have extremely noisy neighbours, well at least I did.

So about a month ago, they were having their 4th party in a week and there was me, alone in my flat, trying to have a peaceful night with a glass of wine and a DVD. To try and make a point, I turned the TV up really loudly, hoping they would take a hint but, in all my wisdom, it backfired on me and they turned their crappy music up louder. Trying not to feel defeated, I concentrated on my movie. I could feel my rage slowly cooking and starting to rise to the surface.

Then when they turned it up louder...

It was time for some drastic action. I started to plot on what I could do to make them shut up. Call the police? By time they got here, they would have fallen alseep. Gone down there and kick ass? Probably would get my ass kicked.

Then I got it. I would write a letter.

I have to say, I felt pretty awesome posting this bad boy through their letterbox.

1 month later...

They're now really quiet! Not that I'm complaining, it has been the best, quietest month (for them) ever! Yay for me and my awesome letter writing skills :)

Yay

Something truly amazing happened - I managed to bake something which didn't end in disaster! I know, finally! I even used ingredients and had to mix it in a bowl! I think I'm growing! :)

Here's a pic of what I made, it looked better in real life

The Soundtrack of My Life

I know, this is such and old quiz but hey, it's late and I'm bored!

I also added some Youtube links to my answers (apart from one)

If your life had a soundtrack, what would the music be?
1. Open your library (iTunes, winamp, media player, Zen, iPod)
2. Put it on shuffle
3. Press play
4. For every question, type the name of whatever song comes up
5. Press the next button to get the answer to the next question

Soundtrack of My Life (according to my SanDisk Sansa)

Opening Credits:
Lovegame (The Tour Version) - Lady Gaga

Waking Up:
Listen To The Rain - Evanescence

First Day of School:
Breathe On Me/Touch of My Hand (TCS:BS Version) - Britney Spears
(A bit too sexual for a first day of school don't you think!)

Falling In Love:
Umbrella Beach - Owl City

Breaking Up:
Don't Bring Flowers - Erik Hassle

Prom:
Amelia - Erik Hassle
(Couldn't find a good video)

Party Song:
For Your Entertainment (Brad Walsh Remix) - Adam Lambert

Life's Okay:
What You Waiting For? - Gwen Stefani

Mental Breakdown:
She's My Man - Scissor Sisters

Driving:
The Fad - Chevelle

Flashback:
I'm Sorry - Flyleaf

Finding True Love:
Brompton Cocktail - Avenged Sevenfold
(How romantic...)

Wedding:
Smile - Avril Lavigne

Birth of Child:
Disc Wars - Daft Punk (Tron Legacy Soundtrack)

Final Battle:
Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Death Scene:
Radar - Britney Spears

Funeral Song:
Lost In You - Three Days Grace

Nice One(?):
The Catalyst - Linkin Park

End Credits:
Honey And The Bee - Owl City
(Aww)

I have a variety taste of music it seems...

Kingdom Hearts II

So, for the past week and a half I have non stop been playing KH2. It got really addictive. I found myself coming home from work at 2am and switching on old faithful (my 11 year old PS2) and playing that game until I realized I would only get 5 hour sleep if I didn't go to bed.

I had gotten so far before I needed my flatmate Keith to interfere. I had got up to the level where I had to defeat this pain in the ass guy who kept saying "dance water dance!" over and over again. Well, he kicked my ass royally and after hearing him repeat the same thing and getting beaten countless times, I called in the big guns. Keith told me the reason why I was getting my ass kicked was because I hadn't been using any of the HP boost things or adding any abilities to my character and gave me trouble for not paying attention. Well, I'm sorry, but when I'm playing a game, I want to play the game, not stare at a TV reading!

DANCE WATER, DANCE!

The rest of the game became more like a battle for me. A battle to complete the game quickly so I could A) Get some sleep, B) catch up on my housework and C) to be able to brag to my brother that I completed a game in just over a week.

Soon enough, it came to the last level. I felt quite proud of myself. I had never gotten to the end of a game without using cheats or a guide or in the space of nearly 2 weeks. Unfortunately, I wish I had seen a guide because I was unaware that once you started that level, you wouldn't be able to save and would have to endure in 4 battles. The hardest one was the 2nd battle (I think, it was all a blur).

It was soo annoying. I kept on dying. And when I thought I had nearly won, something new would happen and I would die. At one point, the guy was one hit away from dying and before I could give him the deathly blow, he killed me. My reaction was pretty much like this.

After screaming and swearing like a possessed demon, I remembered Keith was sleeping in the next room and it was 3am. So I had to contain my rage and rapidly press buttons like a mofo.

And then I won. And after 2 more easy(ish) battles, I had completed the game

But what to play now?

Another Cooking Disaster!

On Sunday, after returning home from a wonderful night out, I thought it would be a good idea to have a cheese toastie as I was feeling slightly peckish. If the toaster had worked, this post would've ended with me saying it was the best cheesy toastie I had ever made. But as usual, things never turn out right for me and God must have seen an opportunity.

So I decided in my drunken state, to grill it. So I took the tinned tray at of the oven and did the whole pre-heating sequence with no dramas so I was feeling pretty confident. Now, as it was cooking, I must have been playing with my phone and it must have died because the next thing I know, I'm waken up on the floor next to my charger.

Realizing I feel asleep, I stumbled into the kitchen. No smoke or anything but I could smell burning. Well, I know I'm not at all blessed with cooking, but I really out did myself this time.

It was burned, and as you can tell by the picture above, not a little bit burned. It was so burned that if I got a knife to scrape off the burned bits the thing would turn into ash...

The irony is I set the cooker on low so the toastie wouldn't burn.

Also, as of yesterday, I have been officially banned from using the oven, and trying to make anything that would use the oven unless I'm being supervised. So in the meantime, I'm to use the microwave (I'm surprised I haven't blown the thing up... yet!)

Me Vs NFH (Neighbours From Hell) Part 1

We all have those neighbours. The ones who are always loud and obnoxious. There was a time when I was that neighbour. But hey, I was only 18 and was entitled to a party (or few) at the weekend. However, after having a place of my own died down, I didn't have as much parties. Maybe my old neighbours casted a curse on me, sort of like a karma curse because my new neighbours are worse than I ever was!

 For one thing, they're in their mid thirties! But they act like a bunch of sixteen year olds, falling out of their flat drunk, peeing in their garden, cackling like witches in a cavern. Playing the same music again and again, singing (or trying to) at the top of their lungs.

Two months ago, my flatmates and I finally realised we had NFH. We thought all the previous loud music drunken parties, the screaming in the garden, the setting of fireworks in the middle of the night was the worst of it!

Apparently it wasn't.

According to my flatmates, the loud music started around 7pm on a Friday night. It was their typical party so they thought nothing more of it. At 11am the next day, I returned home to find they were still partying, and I could hear the music from down the street!

Inside our flat, we could hear them shouting, every lyric from the songs which seemed to be on repeat and our light was swaying from the vibrations. We could hardly hear the TV and had to shout at each other when trying to speak. Even our upstairs neighbours kept banging on the floor thinking it was us making all the noise.

 We called the noise complaint people twice during the day and they came and told them to turn the music down twice (by this time it was 5pm). At 11pm, after showing no signs of giving up, we called the noise complaint people again who informed them if there was anymore complaints the police would be involved.

We may have won that battle... but the war is still up for grabs

Read part 2 here

The Pros & Cons Of Living Alone

Pros:
1. The flat is always clean
2. I can watch whatever I want
3. I can make as much noise as I want without worrying about waking anyone up
       (this rule also applies to my noisy neighbours downstairs)
4. I can walk around naked (not that I have, but its nice to have the option to)
5. You always win at games like Scrabble

Cons:
1. The flat is always clean, thus when I'm bored I have nothing to do
2. There's no-one to kill spiders, wasps, etc for me
3. Champagne Thursdays are on a hiatus (its not fun drinking alone)
4. There's no-one to annoy
5. I'd rather be at work than at home, alone and bored
6. Playing Scrabble by yourself is not fun
7. The novelty of living alone wears off pretty quickly

The Spider Anxiety

Last night I was having a peaceful evening, watching Friends whilst drinking some wine celebrating (if you can call it celebrating) my 22nd birthday, when all of a sudden I saw something move very quickly along the floor. It was the biggest, fastest spider I had ever seen and there was no-one here to kill it for me! I jumped up on the sofa and began to stare at the unit, waiting for it to scurry out so I could squish the little bugger.

After about half an hour of constantly watching the floor. then the TV and then the floor again, I decided, hey, it wasn't really that big so I would just leave it and tried to relaxed with a magazine. The spider obviously decided it hadn't freaked me out enough. Just as I was beginning to forget about it, it darted along the floor, with caused me to jump out of my chair and let out a scream. Yes, I'm a big pansy when it comes with spiders. My neighbours probably thought I was getting murdered.

Rushing to the kitchen to get a glass to capture the bastard, I slowly paced myself to catch it. But just before the glass was over it, it darted towards me, which prompted me to jump onto the coffee table. It was very matrix style haha.

After much minutes of breaking into a cold sweat and screaming and running away from the spider I eventually caught it. My victory reward, a shot of vodka!

And here it is next to a 2 pence coin!

Oh and I decided not to kill the spider! I did decide to throw the spider out of my window and onto my neighbours who were being loud and drunk... again! To hear them scream! Revenge is oh so sweet >:)

The Cooking Calamity

As you may know by now from previous posts, when it comes to cooking I'm no Gordan Ramsey. However, as of late, I hadn't had any cooking disasters and was finally beginning to feel confident about cooking. I even managed to learn how to use the oven properly (its only taken me 10 months!)

Two days ago, after an exhausting shift at work and a long walk home, I decided it would be nice to make myself a nice warm meal. Nothing complicated, just oven chips and fish. So, I switched the oven on and began the pre-heating sequence. I thought while it was heating up, I would watch some TV on the internet (watching Pokemon from the beginning :) )

After about half an hour I went through into the kitchen to put the food in the oven. As soon as I walked into the room, I instantly knew I had cocked up royally as the room was all smokey. I rushed over to the oven and opened the door and thats when the whole of the smoke came raging out. Turns out, I had left a tray with tin foil in it in the oven and it started to burn. I wasn't really that panicked at first because this had happened to me before, but when the smoke started to burn the back of my throat, alarm bells started ringing.

Oops...

I quickly rushed over to the window to try and open it, but because there was empty bottles in front of the window and the window being behind the sink and a shelf, it was quite difficult. And that's when the fire alarms went off. Now I was beginning to panic. Frantically, I started dumping the bottles into the sink and threw myself over the sink to open the window, which I eventually did. Now choking, I realized I probably should have switched the oven off first but at the time I thought taken the tray out would have been enough.

I began praying that the smoke would go our of the window and the fire alarms would go off. Then I thought to myself;

What if the fire engines come?
What if my building has to be evacuated?
What am I going to say to them?
Why did I have to cook when I know I'm crap at it?

As I was thinking all of that I was running around the house with a dish towel and batting it against the fire alarm. I don't know why, but I remember my granny used to do it and it worked for her.

Luckily, at 2.15am, my 10 minutes of pure terror was over, the alarms had gone off.

20 minutes later, I decided it would be ok to cook my food.

I still managed to burn it ¬¬

The Thunder Storm

For the past few weeks. thunder storms seems to becoming a norm in Edinburgh. Even though most people are scared of thunder storms, I have to say I love them. I love how just before a storm hits, the rain gets really heavy and the sky gets darker and then the roar from the thunder comes and the sky lights up. It's so exciting!

I remember ages ago back in Shetland there was a really bad thunder storm and the sky turned really dark during the day. So my Mam rushed around the house switching off everything and unplugging everything in the house at the first sign of a storm, quite funny to watch actually (and I find myself doing exactly the same thing now!). So we were watching the lightning light up the sky and then saw it strike one of the wind turbines up on the hill. It was pretty exciting seeing the smoke rise from the turbine.

Although saying that, all the rain and the storms and the excitement of watching it does wear down after a while. After 2 weeks (or what feels like 2 weeks) of nothing but rain I can't help but wonder, will we have a sunny summer? In the mean time - get your brollies out!

Life Aboard a 14 hour Boat Journey (From Aberdeen to Shetland)

I wish I was making my title up but it's true. Like many islanders who can't always afford the luxery of flying back home everytime they travel I had to take the boat. Now, the boat wouldn't be a bad thing if we weren't trapped on it for 4 hours or something like that, but after 14 hours stuck on a boat, you begin to feel resentment about where you live... well I certainly did.

Last Monday, after already travelling for 3 hours on a bus from Edinburgh to Aberdeen, I decided the best way to tackle the idea of being imprisioned on that boat for the next half a day would be to get drunk, which is exactly what I did once I met up with a few volunteers who were also willing to get drunk, just for the hell of it.

Luckily, I had only gotten to the super happy drunk stage and pratically skipped onto the boat, I was ready to tackle this challenge head on. As the boat set sail, I noticed what everyone else was doing. Some were enjoying a meal in the restaurant, some where outside basking in the sun getting a tan and taking in the breath taking views. I however, was trying to keep my signal from dying so I could text a few friends.

After having a meal and a cheeky White Zinfadel to wash it down I decided to wander around the boat. Even though I had taken this journey only 4 times before (although it seems like hundreds) I had hoped it may pass the time a little... it didn't. I decided to find a quiet place to get some sleep, hoping when I woke up, I would be back in Shetland,

Unfortunately that didn't quite plan out. We hadn't even reached Orkney yet and there I was, bright eyed and bushy tailed and had absolutely nothing to do. So I listened to music and tried sleeping again.

The 14 (and a half) hour journey

When I woke up a few hours later, we had finally arrived at Orkney. Only 6 or more hours to go until I was able to get off the boat.
When both my mp3 player and my phone decided to run out of battery when we were somewhere between Orkney and Shetland, thats when the real boredom began. No music, no T.V., no phone and still a good few more hours of travelling left. So enter the slot machines.

After wasting a significant amount of money on the machines and managing to get a few more hours of sleep, I was finally on the last leg of journey. Only 2 more hours left!

The most annoying thing about the journey is when you see your destination on the horizon, but you feel trapped and wish you could get there.

As we got closer to Shetland, the boat seemed to come back to life. People were awoken to the smell of breakfast and things got exciting at least for a short while. As the boat was docking, the reception area became crowded off people and luggage all waiting to get off the boat. The next few minutes seem to go on forever but as soon as they open that doors, everyone charges towards the door and it's every man for himself.

I get to repeat this journey in under 12 hours time...

The Easter Bunny

With Easter just right around the corner (on the same day as my sister's birthday too!) I decided this post should be dedicated to Easter, or more specific , the Easter Bunny.

Now, when I was younger I never even heard of the Easter Bunny until I went to school. Sure every Easter I would get a ton of Easter eggs (those were the days) but I never knew anything about a rabbit that supposedly delivered them. I had no idea why a rabbit was associated with Easter eggs. No-one I knew seemed to know the answer either.

Until Today.

I've decided to do some research on the Easter Bunny

Thank god for the internet and more importantly, Google

"The Easter bunny has its origin in pre-Christian fertility lore. The Hare and the Rabbit were the most fertile animals known and they served as symbols of the new life during the Spring season.

The bunny as an Easter symbol seems to have it's origins in Germany, where it was first mentioned in German writings in the 1500s. The first edible Easter bunnies were made in Germany during the early 1800s. These were made of pastry and sugar.

The Easter bunny was introduced to American folklore by the German settlers who arrived in the Pennsylvania Dutch country during the 1700s. The arrival of the "Oschter Haws" was considered "childhood's greatest pleasure" next to a visit from Christ-Kindel on Christmas Eve. The children believed that if they were good the "Oschter Haws" would lay a nest of colored eggs

The children would build their nest in a secluded place in the home, the barn or the garden. Boys would use their caps and girls their bonnets to make the nests . The use of elaborate Easter baskets would come later as the tradition of the Easter bunny spread through out the country."

See you learn something new everyday!

Hope everyone has a good Easter :)

Oh this pic makes me laugh!

The Wasp

Yesterday I was awoken by a loud buzzing noise. Not wanting to get out of bed though, I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. But as time wore on, the buzzing started to really piss me off. So, throwing the covers off myself, I stormed to my window only to discover it was a wasp. Not any old wasp, the biggest wasp I had ever seen!

Oh course, my first reaction was to scream and rush to Siân's room and get her to kill it. She was having none of it though and kicked me out of her room. So, gathering up some courage, I went back to my room to see if I could catch it.

So with a glass in one hand and a piece of cardboard in the next, I slowly walked towards the window. I could hear the wasp buzzing angrily from behind the curtains. I knew if I didn't catch it on the first go, I was screwed. After gathering some more courage, I decided to pull back the curtain.

That's when everything slowed down. The wasp was ponding against the window as my arm stretched out to capture it. Fortunately for me, I managed to catch it first time around. Then, quickly sliding some cardboard under the glass, I proceeded to go and show Siân the size of the fucker!

The biggest Wasp I have EVER seen!
(Click pic to enlarge)

To say she was freaked out as much as I was was an understatement. We both peered into the glass before setting it down on the table, as we were too scared to release it.

Siân "What if it escapes?"
Me "Siân, it's in a glass, how can it escape?"

Siân "I've seen spiders escape from glass before."

*Puts candle on top of glass*

Siân "It doesn't seem heavy enough"

Me "Get the tape"

Yes maybe a tad bit dramatic, but we decided for our own safety, we would have to put a little bit of tape to the bottom of the glass so the wasp wouldn't escape. Even when the wasp would fall from the top of the glass to the bottom, we would jump right out of our skins. And for the remainder of the day, every time it fell, we would let out a little squeak and jump.

 Eventually, we both gained enough courage to go outside and release the wasp. Of course this involved slowly opening the tape and dropping the glass in the bin and running like fuck.

I'm coming out...

Not out of the closet, I pranced out of there a few years back. I have an(other) addiction. Nope its not cigarettes, or champagne... or the internet...

lI didn't mean too, it just happened. It's work's fault! I developed a craving which, kinda turned into an addiciton.

I am addicted.... to Irn Bru.

It all started so innocently, as most addictions do. It all started when I was looking at the vending machine and thought to myself, oh, Irn Bru, I haven't had that in ages.

It went down hill from there.

I didn't really notice I had developed a serious Irn Bru craving until, one of my colleagues asked me how many cans I have a day. On good days its four, on bad days its more (like my rhyme?) That's only 20 cans a week, which is... 80 cans a month. God I need help! But at 60p a can, who cares?

The day I realised I had an addiction to Irn Bru was the day my door to the locker rooms got jammed. On the day I decided not to have a can before work.

Since we couldn't get in, I had to drink plain water with my break. I had unintentionally gone into cold turkey mode, but after the "I can quit" phase has run out and you desperately want your fix.

However, a few hours passed and I started feeling better. Maybe I could work a whole shift without needing Irn Bru. I announced to my colleagues that I may have kicked my habit. A few seconds later, someone told me the locker door was working and like a flash, I was at the vending machine getting some Irn Bru.

Old habits die hard eh?

P.S. Who else loves the Irn Bru Christmas advert? It's just not Christmas without that advert ^.^

Saturday (The Next Day)

This post is sort of a part 2 to the last one, When Champagne Thursday Met Friday.

On Saturday morning, I woke up with a jump. I was sure I was late for work so I basically jumped across the room to check the time on my mobile. It was 6am. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. That was when the hungover prevention gene kicked in.

Must. Drink. Water.

Slowly, I stumbled out of my room and into the kitchen and poured myself a pint of water. I downed it then and there, but it didn't quench my thirst. So I had more... and more. While standing at the kitchen sink, downing my water, flashbacks of downing my vodka and coke pints came flooding back. The next step of the hungover prevention gene was to find food.

Everyone has told themselves this lie before

Its funny how when hungover, everything goes back to basics. I think it's because you are too unable to do anything else but eat, drink and sleep.

Luckily, I had bought a loaf of bread the day before and it hadn't been opened yet. Lucky for me, but not for the bread. I decided toast would be the best way to go. Unfortunately for me, my toaster only has two slots in it, so I basically stood over the toaster and when it popped up, I buttered it and put more in. And repeat cycle a few times. Before I knew it, I only had 4 slices left.

So I decided the next step in preventing my hangover would be to watch some Will & Grace and have a wee nap.

A few hours later...

I woke up feeling well rested and fabulous, despite looking it. I was ready to go to work and kick major ass. After getting ready for work, Keith & Sian told me what they had gotten up to after I had "flown the co-op". They had told me they ended up at our neighbours and stayed there for a while and got super drunk. They were even sick when they got back (lovely).

Work went ok up until a certain point. It wasn't until I needed to top up on food that I started feeling worse. That, and I hadn't had my Irn Bru fix yet, which always cures a hangover. But of course, by time I went for my break, the hangover was in full swing and there was no stopping it. That night I managed to walk into doors, walls, trip over nothing, spill water.... the list goes on.

And of course, by time I finished work at 2am, my hangover was gone

Hangovers can be a right twisted bitch sometimes

When Champagne Thursday Met Friday

Last week, we had to make the decision to move Champagne Thursday to the Friday instead, due to me working. Well the decision part was easy, I told my flatmates the plan and they agreed, with Keith complaining in the background that it isn't actually Champagne Thursday if we had it on a Friday...

The next night.

Sian decided we should take down the tacky brightly coloured decorations down from her birthday (the week before). For fun, I decided to throw the paper up in the air and watch it fall. It was a lot of fun. So we took pictures of me throwing it around the room as we waited on Keith to hurry up fixing his iTunes.

Note: This was before any alcohol

When Keith finally finished, we all gathered in the living room for our wee tradition, which is sit around talking about what has happened in our week. I showed them that bloody "Friday" song by Rebecca Black. Since I had heard it, it was only fair that they should hear (suffer) it too. I made a comment about how it had been ages since we last had Champagne, only to be reminded it had been 8 days...

After we finished our monster glasses of Champagne, I, who haven't eaten all day, started to feel rather tipsy. It was then when we all decided we should get more alcohol and make it a flat drinking session. (But of course!)

So, off we went. Well me and Keith anyway, to the shop to buy more booze. Deciding I was too tipsy to buy any alcohol and not having my I.D. with me, I sent Keith in to get the supplies. One bottle of Champagne and a bottle of Vodka.

A few tweets from that night and the next day...

One bottle of Champagne later...

We were on our way to drunksville. Another great decision we made that night was to play Ring Of Fire by ourselves. But instead of downing Champagne, the vodka was cracked opened. As I was about to pour my drink into the cup, it was only then I realised that, we were drinking exactly the same thing and that it would be pointless to pour the same thing into a cup to down. So we changed the rules slightly, the ace card would be truth or dare... more truth than dare.

Surprisingly, after the Ring Of Fire I got wasted and decided it would be best to retire to bed before I ended up being sick. I remember lying in bed thinking I was gonna be sick, but simply passed out. My flatmates, however, weren't so bright to follow from my example. They continued to party. They also met our downstairs neighbours and started drinking with them. Sian still believes her and Keith got spiked because they were both sick

I believe just some people can't handle their booze.

R.I.P. Granny

"A heart of gold stopped beating, two shining eyes at rest, God broke our hearts to prove, he only takes the best."

Rest in Peace

August 12th 1926 - March 11th 2011

"wirst o news da day
me grand midders no biddin
at sooth setter farm

an wirst eva stillwhile der pittin her ina gref
I'll be ower far awa

But dinna you fret granny
even though di body's geen on
du's firever in my heart "

It doesn't seem real yet that you've gone. I don't want to believe it. I wish I had gotten the opportunity to see you one last time when I had the chance. I'm gonna miss you and I hope you're happy where you are

xxx 

Champagne Thursday!

Yesterday was a celebration! Not because it was Champagne Thursday, but because it was the first month's anniversary of Champagne Thursday.

What's Champagne Thursday you ask. Well let me tell you. Every Thursday, which happens to be my day off of course, me and my flatmates get together for a wee chat about our week, gossip we've heard and generally bask in each other's awesomeness whilst we drink champagne out of massive kick ass glasses.

The origin of Champagne Thursday happened when I went back home last month. One of my friends had brought a bottle of champagne just for the hell of it. I was hooked. And the anticipation of trying to open the bottle and the satisfaction of the pop once you do really is thrilling. Also, this was on a Friday, but I think Champagne Thursday sounds a lot better than Champagne Friday.

The moment my addiction started... POP!

So yesterday,  I was celebrating one month of being a Champagne alcoholic. And what did I do to celebrate it? Apart from drinking, nothing special. We were busy trying to get last minute preparerations for Sian's 21st Nintendo Birthday party tomorrow. Painting hats, tails, yoshis, making vodka jelly and we're still not done! However it is awfully exciting once everything has been done and I've got into my costume, which I still need to get. I'm going as Charmander :P


But getting on track, I think everyone should celebrate Champagne Thursday.  I mean, why not?

(Obviously you need to be drinking age to celebrate)

Update on The Master Plan

It only lasted a day! What can I say, I love sleep too much to give it up ^.^

My Master Plan

I'm a bad flatmate (in some senses)

The bad side is me constantly nagging about either it being dirty or having no electricity. The good thing is, since I'm constantly at work I hardly ever see them to nag (I bet they love that).

Lately, even though I've been doing the same amount of hours I usually do, I feel like I'm constantly working. At the moment it seems to be all work and no play. I wake up, go to work, work, come home, go to bed and repeat cycle. No time to socialise outside of work, no time to go food shopping and no time to myself. It really is quite depressing.

So yesterday, before I went to work, I bumped into Sian, who said to me "I feel like I haven't seen you in ages". In retrospect, the last time we saw each other was last Thursday so it wasn't that long ago, but still, that's not the point!

Then, I got to finish work a whole 2 hours early and by time I got home, Keith was still up. So as we were speaking he had told me Sian spent the whole day in Glasgow (eh?) and that I was never here and some of the stories he told me - "oh you were at work"

What a pretty picture we make - but why am I the only drunk looking one?

Another conversation we seem to have is about our flat night out. Our last one happened unexpectedly so it wasn't an "official" flat night out. So the conversation would go "How about Friday?" "I'm working" "Saturday?" "I'm working" and so on. But when it came to my day off, they would have something on. We could've had it this Friday but someone has the cheek to turn 21!

So I've decided to make a change. I'm gonna get rid of sleeping. 

I mean, not completely of course cause I would completely die of exhaustion and that's just silly! No, my plan is get completely buzzed on coffee or anything caffeine related and get a couple of hours sleep and then wake up and start living my life. Sleeping in such a waste of time, I could be doing something more productive than being unconscious for 7 or more hours

 Good plan eh? I know I'll probably end up looking like a zombie turn into a monster and have worse mood swings than I already do but I'll be able to see my flatmates more. They'll probably get so sick of me they'll end up drugging me (I wouldn't put it past them either!) just to get some peace.  I wonder what the symptoms of sleep deprivation is... *Looks up*

Damn it! Can't at least one of my plans go right? But in most master plans, sacrifices have to be made I guess...

How long do you think I can last without murdering anyone?

I'd give me a week

My Younger-self VS Birthdays

A few days ago, my sister Amy uploaded baby pictures of us on Facebook, which got me reminiscing about the past. Ahh the good old days when you had no responsibility, tonnes of holidays and the biggest threat was "I'm telling".

When I was younger, in my head if you were born first, then by law you should have you're birthday first. It was only fair! Well it came up to my sister birthday one day and I couldn't understand why her birthday was before mine. This is when the calender and time made no sense to me at all. She was born in April and I was born in July.

Me & Amy - my future partner in crime

 I remember being furious that my parents decided to celebrate her birthday before mine, it was completely illogical to me and she had done nothing terribly outstanding to get presents before me! Yes, that's what it all came down to, my jealously of her getting presents and cake before me and I would have to wait ages before the same happened to me.

Then my brother was born, in February. I couldn't believe it. My parents had decided their third child was more important than me! At the age of 7 when it was his first birthday, I decided to get Amy in on my jealously. She was as furious as me. So we decided to confront our mother about the matter

My brother - the constant pain in my neck

Our mother explained to us about how the calender works and gave us the reason why his birthday was before ours. We didn't believe her of course and spent the rest of the day resenting his existence.

As time wore on, our jealously lessened and the whole 'their birthdays are before mine' didn't matter anymore. That was until my brother Matthew decided he would make our birthdays about him. Amy and I didn't really care because well we were better than him. However Matthew made the fatal mistake of deciding from that day on, every birthday he was at, he would blow out the birthday cake candles - the big finale of the day.

Everyone thought it was cute. Amy however, did not. He had stolen her thunder, and for the rest of the year, he paid for it. Especially when he did the same to me. And when our younger sister Jemma was old enough, we got her to do the same thing he did to us - blow out the birthday candles. We got our payback - and some cake too!

O.O

I think my flat is haunted.

The other night I was lying in bed getting all warm and settled until I felt something press down on my head. My eyes shot open and I searched the room with my eyes. I couldn't see anything so I basically flew out of my bed to switch the light on. Maybe something from the ceiling fell onto me, but when I looked at the place I was in, there was nothing there.

Ha! This pic makes me laugh!

Then I thought maybe I spider had falling off the ceiling and onto my head. I will admit, that thought crept me out so I slowly searched around the bed. I thought to myself that if it was a spider, it would have to be a massive heavy bugger and I'm sure I would've seen that (and had a stroke at the same time!).

You know when you've been freaked out and the slightest noise you hear, you think its someone breaking in to kill you? Well, that was me when I tried to fall asleep. I would close my eyes and try to concentrate on sleeping and then I would hear a creek and they would be wide open staring at the door.

This isn't the first time my flat has given me the spooks. When my flatmates were away for 3 weeks I hated being alone in the house. The same thing would happen, I would hear a noise and then vision someone killing me (maybe I should see a doctor or something, that can't be healthy)

And I bet you if I was being haunted, it wouldn't be from Casper

My Weird Dream

A couple of nights ago, I had a very bizarre dream. So bizarre that I can remember everything that happened in it.


So in my wee dream, I was with a bunch of friends and it was a bit of a musical dream. We were all singing and dancing in the middle of the street and having a good time until we saw a storm coming. Then we all started feeling a bit sick. Then we started throwing up blood. I woke up feeling quite stunned and wondered what the hell I had been watching for that to be in my head.


A few days later, the dream was still in my head. I began to get curious and wondered what it all meant. So I googled it (as you do).

"To dream that you are dancing, signifies freedom from any constraints and restrictions. Your life is in balance and in harmony." 

Ok, that sounds pleasant enough.

"To see a storm in your dream, signifies some overwhelming struggle, shock, loss or catastrophe in your waking life"


To be fair, I had to get up early the next day and catch a flight...


"To see blood in your dream, represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments."


Right...


So to sum up, my dream meant I'm free from restrictions however I'm struggling with the shock of it and I'm disappointed with the passion in my life which is apparently in balance and in harmony.


Anyway here's a pic of a bunny! Why can't I have nice dreams about those

"To see a rabbit in your dream, signifies luck, magical power, and success".


Damn it! I never dream about rabbits

My Flight Home

Today I embarked on the long journey home from Edinburgh to Shetland. This time, I decided instead of taking a 3 hour bus and a 12+ hour boat home, I would fly. I figured, hey, I would be in Shetland for a bit longer that way and it would be soo much easier than the other option.

I didn't quite expect to get in such a faffle though!

I woke up with a jump at 5am thinking I had slept in and would miss my flight. After being reassured by the time I decided maybe it would be best to try and get a little bit more sleep, but I was too worried that my fear of sleeping in would be a reality.

Thinking ahead, I booked a taxi for quarter past 8 which gave me plenty of time to get to the airport and have plenty of time to spend at the airport before I had to board the plane at 9.15. I hadn't thought of how busy traffic would be and ended up in the taxi for ages

45 minutes later...

I knew time was running out fast. I still had to go to the booking thingy and get my ticket and unload my luggage. Luckily, there was no Que and I just breezed through the booking bit. Once up the stairs, I realised how big the airport actually was. I had to be at Gate 19 in 10 minutes. Time definitely turned its back on me. And there was only one obstacle in my way... the security booth thing.

I thought I was quite quick, my bag and jacket were quickly but neatly thrown into the box. When the guy said I had to take my shoes off, I was a bit stunned and asked him to repeat the question. So, boots were thrown off and I walked through the metal detector. I was quite pleased that no alarms went off, but when I saw my box being put into the searching bit, I was quite panicked. Not that they would find anything, but that I would be late for my flight. Luckily, the search was quick and it was only a can of body spray that caused the fuss.

So now it was a race against time. I had to get to my gate quickly! Trust my gate to be the one that's the furthest away. But it was OK, I got there in the nick of time.

Eventually, up up and away!

The flight was faster than I expected, but that was because I fell asleep. I had a dream I was at work and everyone wanted bloody cappuccinos. When the plane jolted, I was a bit confused where I was, but knew if I was starting to dream about work, then it was definitely time for a holiday.

Welcome Home...

Oh, and Happy 16th to my brother Matthew :)