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Pink star's paradiseFull of warm fuzzys June 27 My Masters is over and I passed with meritOnly now what? The question every graduate asks themselves... usually too late in the day to actually come up with a convincing answer to any and all related questions put to them on results day. Now you've completed your studies what do you plan to do with the rest of your life? I don't know, did any of our parents know what they wanted to do when they finished school, do any of our parents know now what they want to do with the rest of their lives? While the results were still pending... while there was still some excuse keeping me on campus, still allowing me to claim, im a student I didn't have to tackle the big bad question... only now, I am a Master of Science and the security blanket has been taken away, now I have no choice but to seek out life after University.
Nick thinks that I am a not a Master of Science but a Mistress of Science based purely on my gender... he also thinks that I am not a bachelar of Science but a Spinster... I don't think that it reads like that on the certificate or my transcripts and Im not sure its very politically correct to call any woman a spinster in 2008 but he's not a big believer in politically correct phrasing, he believes in saying things as they are although this may not always be the best policy and may one day get him in trouble with the fairer sex. In his defense though, chivelry is not dead... he holds doors open... ladies first... and shouts at the other housemates when they swear in the presence of "delicate spirits" other wise known as girls. Richard, John and I don't believe we know any girls who could be described as "delicate spirits" buts its a nice idea!!
I've been thinking about what kind of marketing job I'd like to do, when I went for the interview for the Marketing assistant job with Swansea Council they asked me, why were you attracted to the local council? It made me think... I hadn't exactly prepared for the interview but I responded... I don't want to work for a money hungry company, one who treats customers as numbers... markets products that are not needed, or wanted and doesn't give anything back. Richard said to me this morning I'll probably end up marketing for a charity and most likely the BHF. Theresa called it my second home this morning. She was suprised to find me on msn... she said, what time are you going to your second home... without thinking i responded 1pm - 5pm. I caught myself too late!! I do seem to be there a lot lately, although I should be at work right now but im not needed so instead im writing this blog / note and then Im going to continue with the job of clearing up and clearing out my room before I move back home. Its only 3 weeks!!
I will be sad to leave Swansea, its a nice city an the people here are great... maybe I'll come back... when I have some money behind me, when I have some experience of office work / marketing work... finding a job will be easier and then I'll come back... Its a good plan but plans don't always work out. Maybe I'll work for the university... Student Recruitment? I am an abassador now, i like it, full time job with great pay and benefits!!
Watch this space! I have been enjoying the last few weeks, things seem to be coming to a close, acceptance of things ending but its all tinged with a hint of sadness, all the fun and activities, events, parties etc its all sorrounded by the knowledge that its all going to stop soon. End of an era, beginning of new one but I'll hold on to this era as long as possible thankyou very much.
April 22 The full story, the good the bad and the thoughts in betweenIts strange isn't it, I don't write a blog for six months and then in one month I find loads of things to say!
This blog entry is pure rant so here is the official disclaimer. If you are offended by anything you read call 0800-sarcasm and our customers services team will be on hand to tell you the exact opposite of what you want to hear. This is in essence ladies and gentlemen a Rant, a method by which to vent frustrations and annoyance and should not be taken as anything other than the ramblings of a girl with too much time on her hands.
This whole thing started with A, A is a nice girl, a little scatty but nice, she felt that she was making a fuss about a proposed holiday and in order to prevent people from assuming she was making a fuss for no reason explained her need for the requests she was making. She made reference to a wall post on Person D's wall written by person B. Now It comes to light that apparantely person B had a problem with the comments made by person A but it was not person B who commented on this first it was person C. Person A realised her comments had been taken in the wrong way and tried to make ammends. She offered to drop out of the holiady in order for persons B and C to go witout worry of repeating patterns. Persons B and C pulled out of the holiday and refused to return to the group claiming that person A was the main cause. Given however that person A said they would drop out to rectify this problem this excuse from persons B and C held no weight. Person A contacted person E to talk and work out a way forward and persons A and person E contacted person D who was organising the trip and asked her to fix it. She's good, but not a miracle worker and given person B and C and their determination not to go on the holiday for yet undisclosed reasons she was talking to a brick wall. Person A, D and E decided to go on holiday with persons F, G and H instead.
Person B and person D are now fighting. Now oweing to the fact the initial disagreement was between person A and person C why did B need to get involved and why did person D have to try to fix everything and get dragged into a disagreement that didn't involve her in the first place. It may have been suggested that if person B had read person A's comments before person C had their say then this may have all been dealt with and brushed under the carpet. instead person D suggested it was C's over reaction to A's comments that caused a problem that didn't really need fixing. Person D also may have suggested that person C was persuading person B to drop out and go with her on a seperate holiday for financial or personality reasons, either way with no upstanding reason for B's departure this seemed an appropriate assumption. It may have been wrong but as I said given that C dropped out first and C had confronted A and appeared to have made a mountain out of a molehill what are we supposed to think.
D and B have been friends for years. D tried to explain that she was not having a go at B, but annoyed at C for commenting on something that didn't directly involve her in the first place. Person B insists that person C was just sticking up for her as is to be expected but doesn't person B have a voice, and if person B claims to be independent and not hugely influenced by other people why didn't she express her concerns to person A, who, it should be noted have spent approximately fifteen minutes in each others' company and haven't spoken on facebook directly??!
Person D was annoyed at B for not being honest about her reasons for dropping out in the first place and B is annoyed at D for pushing her to change her mind. If B had been honest in the first place and said exactly what ther reasons were instead of blaming a fictional argument with person A then this disagreement with D would not have been so big. Person D may have pushed person B to give up her real reasons, this may have seemed like support for person A but it wasn't it was an attempt to convince person B that she was wanted on the trip and that facebook is eveil. In the mean time person D asked the group for a show of hands and said "your loss" to all those who didn't want to come anymore. Person C asked "why is it our loss" as though if we were losing out because they weren't joining us anymore. It was disappointing but not the end of the world and when I said this and expressed her annoyance at not being given a proper reason to person C she responded with insults and accusations. Person D was not about to allow C to attack her without consequences and published message with a commentary on the comings and goings of the holiday planning much like this one. In response to this more insults, swearing and accusations from persons B and C. D has not sworn or insulted anybody and was not appreciative of this behaviour from her supposed friends.
Since a confrontation (over FACEBOOK) person B appears to be ignoring person D and avoiding contact with her. Person D wonders (and it is speculation) as to why person B isn't putting her friendship above her pride and isn't apologising for her inability to be open and upfront and why she blames D for everything when it was D who was trying to fix everything that happened before she got involved. Person D suggested that person B could be a better friend and while she understands this takes some contemplation time from person B if B and D were good friends in the first place a little honesty should strenghten a friendship not tear it apart. If B and D were any kind of friends in the first place a few heated words over Facebook would not be allowed to destroy what would appear from the outside to be a solid friendship. So were B and D ever really good friends to begin with if this is all it takes to end it? I want to be friends with person B but if person B doesn't want to be friends with me then I have more self respect than to spend the next few months following her around like a lost puppy, I will walk away.
A large part of the disagreement steams from the fact that I made the argument public and from certain people's point of view presented it as one sided and negative. Now this account of the interactions has the actions of persons A, B, C and D laid out for all to see.
A life in the day of .... meA certain housemate who insists that a random bottle of Tesco Value Gin found under the stairs belongs to me, told me to write a story to fill the gaps in my day between eating, sleeping and talking. This housemate, often referred to as "the very loud man downstairs" also told me to take up a musical instrument... or if I was feeling particularly insane to do both at the same time. I haven't written a story since year eight or earlier and so I haven't got the faintest idea where to start. I could start with the old cliche of "Once upon a time in a far away land" but I often think the best stories happen right here so why waste energy. On top of that if this story was set in a far far away land I'd have to describe it to you, its geography, culture, heritedge and to be quite honest I don't have enough imagination for that, so my story is set in a house in Swansea with people you've already met. When we were in year eight, our teacher made us do this excercise called a life in the day of. No you read that right. She said if we started at the beginning, in the morning when we woke up and waffled (although that wasn't her word) until we went to bed we'd describe our activities and maybe something about our own character, our friends and other potentially intereting titbits would appear along the way.
So here goes:
Unlike the days of year eight I don't wake up in the 'mornings' if I can help it. If I'm feeling particularly energetic I'll crawl out of bed at 11am and pretend I saw more of the morning than I actually did. I don't work right now - hence the need to write this - so im enjoying the freedom to get up and go to bed when i like, the nine to five routine will come and I'll hate every early waking minute of it, except I probably won't.
I don't eat breakfast so my morning consists of the following activities. I get out of bed, I turn the PC on, I go to the bathroom, I come back to my room and check facebook. Facebook is evil, it has created a society of addicts who stalk profiles, take meaningless quizzes and play dull games all under the guise of social networking. Half the people classed as "friends" on your profile list aren't really your friends. A large majority of mine I went to school with but don't talk to now, people I met once or supposedly know but wouldn't know if they offered me a drink in Divas. The other half, the half that are your friends, shouldn't need BookFace to stay in contact with you. Facebook can also cause more damage to your social network than it solves, it can be the source of conflicts that if Facebook didn't exist wouldn't have happened, things get posted on walls, sent in messages that if said face to face would be laughed off but written on facebook can cause offense in ever increasingly unpredictable ways. Like I said Facebook is EVIL. By the time I have checked through the 100+ groups I belong to, mostly because the name sounded good, checked messages and wall posts, clicked ignore to the 20 - 30 updates, invites and requests I've recieved in the past 12 hours I realise its an hour or so later and I'm still sat in my PJs. Time to get dressed.
This is where the fact im a girl first rears is head, choosing what to wear! Some days, most days, I have what I refer to as "fat days" days where no matter what I would like to wear my stomach looks bigger than I'd like it to or the button on my fav jeans won't close. On top of that the outfit I had planned to wear today I remeber is sat in the laundry basket on the top of my wardrobe so I have to resort to plan B, which brings us full circle back to problem A. Being a girl is tough... gusy just chuck on the first T-shirt in the drawer and the cleanest pair of Jeans and they're good to go, in fact nobody would notice if a guy wore the same outfit two days in a row but girls.... oooooh big no no.
After this ordeal I have to find something to do, up until a few weeks ago there were never enough hours in the day and doing all the things I do now seemed meaningful and fun. Checking Facebook, watching daytime TV and playing Sims was more appealing because I knew I shouldn't be doing it, I should be doing my dissertation but procrastination is always more appealing than work. I handed my dissertation in on 31st March and so all those things that were classed as distractions aren't distracting any more, they have lost half of their appeal which means I get bored with them much faster than I was last month. I say to myself each morning now, "Im going to find something productive to do today" and so far, not so sucessful. I did manage to have a productive day today though, I gave all of my dissertation books back to the Library, I gave my boss a laugh when I popped in and I bough food from Tescos. Only I got soaked walking back from campus and soaked again walking back from Tescos. I have done a fair amount of walking today! I also managed to completey lose the plot in Tescos today, going past isles i needed and walking backwards and forwards around the shop to find things I'd forgotten and forgetting them anyway. I blame Richard.
Lunch or breakfast is usually my healthiest meal of the day, chicken salad is the lunch of choice. Lisa made fun of me on saturday because I go to the same baguette shop every saturday and order the same sandwhich, but it tastes good and I can't read the menu so leave me be. It is at this point in the day that I realise not only have I not eaten anything I've not drunk anything either. Its no wonder I can't lose weight if all my daily intake of food happens later in the day and im not drinking enough water. I like Nick's attitude though, he keeps saying "ah ah diets are bad for you", "you don't need to diet until you are wider than you are tall" its a form of logic, not one that will wash with most girls but a little self esteem boost is never unwelcome. I get those from Stephen regularly, Its nice to know you can count on at least one person to tell you how good you look even if you've thrown on the only clean top you've got and the only pair of jeans that fits.
My afternnon consists of much the same as the morning. I need something to do!! Anything! Im looking into volunteering with Discovery but having been spoilt by the Friday Night OWL project and BHF I can't seem to find a project I like. The tuesday night club with its highly imaginative title seems my best bet but that would still leave vast gaps in time in which I must find something to fill. I go back to Facebook, knowing that at least two people would have been online between my first visit of the day and now. Two messages in my inbox, one from Liz, one from Therea. I've already had three texts from Theresa and one phonecall so thats at least three distinct conversations happening betwen two people simultaniously. I talk to Theresa a lot, sorry the "other Miss D", she texts me when she wakes up, and I text her before I go to bed and whenver my phone rings I rarely find its anybody besides her, Its a nice surprise when it the caller ID says anything other than "Theresa New".
After a strenous afternoon and probably an unplanned nap - god I sound so lazy - I will venture to the kitchen and cook dinner. This is usually something quick or left overs from what ever dinner I made last night. Thats the great thing about Spag bol, feeds me for days, unless I share it with Richard or Nick. I would like to try to cook new things but I don't have the patience to stick to recipes and I don't like cooking individual portions. Sometimes I'll cook loads of food and feed whomever is in the house at the time. I like doing that, its so much easier to plan and cook for more than one person even with Stephen's dietary requirements and more fun to eat with other people. If nobody else is around i'll eat in front of the TV in my room like a proper student. Our table is unstabled (much like Richard according to Ryan), we have a piece of cupboard siding under one leg so it doesn't wobble too badly. The guy who put it together for us had about as much patiences with instructions as I do with recipes and drilled new holes because he decided the existing ones were in the wrong place!!?
It is at this point that my healthy eating plan for the day goes out the window and I wonder to the shop for chocolate. We have a choice of two shops in the streets surrounding our house, they are affectionately named "the shop of truth" and "the shop of deciet and lies". I blame Richard for this as he's been using these phrases to describe things as long as I've known him, usually moving objects about to run us over - best carer ever. This time though it is based on more than randomness, the shop of deciet and lies has no prices printed on its products and the staff make them up at the till, I suspect that students get charged double out of spite, supernoodles from 85p to £8.50. It was in this shop that I first noticed that space raiders are now 15p and I was not impressed. I found a Facebook group of like minded people demanding the price of the pickled onion alien snacks be returned to 10p, so far without sucess. The shop of Truth on the other hand sells better stuff and the people are nicer, except lately they've taken to calling me trouble. I'd protest at this title but I've been on Richard's bad influence list for months and I often break shop tills with the "card of destruction" or whatever its called. I am happy to report though that our fav shop assistant welcome richard and I as "troublemakers" today so the chaos and blame is spreading - ha!
There is too much TV choice in the evenings. having just done a 20000 word essay on the perils of TV and TV advertising I shouldn't be suprised Im drawn to the "idiot's latern" in the evening to become a statistic along with millions of other individuals. I smile at the adverts, which im supposed to ignore but find entertaining and flick between the channels on the hour to find the next American drama series that I've probably seen at least twice before. My favourites at the moment are House MD, CSI Miami and on the weekends there is space for some British influences with Dr Who and I'll Do Anything. I watch the later mostly so I can to my mum, "I wanted that one to go instead of her" or "I am glad she went she wasn't very good".
I'll check Facebook again before I go to bed because all the sane people have been online in the evening and I'll respond to the wall posts and messages from Liz and Theresa and protest at the comment left by Richard or Liz on the opposite's wall (not that I would read other people's walls) and then crawl into bed, assuring myself i'll have a more productive day tomorrow.
So thats my day... damit I need a job....
April 16 I am rather confused and a little scared!I don't know why it has taken this long for me to figure ths out, but I live in probably the craziest student house imaginable. We don't have all night raves in the shed or anything but some of the things that go on in this house are unbelievable.
I blame the fact i live with boys!
This is my fifth year at Swansea Uni and in that time the majority of people i've lived with have been girls, in fact the same group of girls, it was a calm existence, a few nights out, a few trips to the local drinking establishment, a couple of houseparties but mostly our freetime consisted of watching hollyoaks or the "soap of choice" and reading magazines. It may seem dull to you but it was good, lots of gossip, chatter and frun. This year, this year i chose to live with boys, much to my mum's dismay! Turns out the simplest of things can be turned upsidedown.
There resides in our house a drumkit called Tim and a base called Kiera.
A pink pony named magnito with plaited pink hair.
Our banister is named Brian.
April 14 Blog posts: interpretations and consequences.so im trying this new thing, being entirely honest with my friends about my feelings and opinions, so far, not working out so great. If you can't be honest with you friends then who can you be honest with?
It makes me wonder why people want you to be honest with people when the only thing it achieves if causing aggrevation and bad feeling between the people it is supposed to prevent bad feeling between. A lot has happened in the last month and I am confused by it all and in expressing my confusion i seem to have offended the one person i never intended on offending. Sorry Sam.
I wrote the message on my blogsite and i forgot that it got posted to facebook, nobody really reads my blog so I didn't expect it to be made so public, not that I am ashamed of what I said or was trying to hide my comments from anybody mentioned in the message below. I needed to air out my feelings, mostly so they made sense to me, so that i had the situation clear in my own head so that when Sam and i came to talk face to face there wasn't any confusion on my side and I knew what i wanted to say. Facebook messes everything up. Facebook is evil.
I do not understand why expressing my opinion on the situation has made me the bitch? I am entitled to it, im entitled to express it as well. I set out to make anybody sound like a bitch. I may have commented on the language in the message and that may not have been appropriate but that is the only aspect of my last post i am prepared to apologise for. If Helen wants to threaten me and insult my friends why should I not tell them? I have not, apart from the stab at her spelling, insulted Helen and I am not about to either, it would serve little purpose. I didn't blame anybody for anything, I didn't say anything that wasn't true in relation to the ins and outs of the holiday planning and any opinion that i gave was coupled with a comment such as, this may not be what was intended or I may be wrong.
I could sit here and analyse my own message, point out quotes of particular interest that back up my point that nothing in the message is directly insulting but what is the point? I said what i said, im not ashamed of what i said and i stand by it. If it is miscontrued as insulting then that is a reflection on the reader and not the author. If it is necessary I will go through it line by line with anybody who asks and reitorate what I have said in more userfriendly language. I set out to give an account of the comings and goings of the holiday planning, the changes, the confusions and if I happened to analyse them a little then why is that a bad thing since all blogs are subjective and editorial by nature. A few people have read the message now, two have said im a bitch for writing it, one has pointed out possible causes for negative interpretations, two have said I didn't say anything that I had no right to say. Im still open for critiques and comments.
As i said in my last message, Sam has me as a friend whether she likes it or not. If she is willing to accept that I was not intending to offend her and that Helen and I are not going to get on then we can move forward. Ball is in her court.
A lot of fuss over nothingI recieved this message from a 27 year old sister of one of my friends. Im posting it here because i find it unbelievably entertaining!
"Right that's enough now danielle! I don't think u realise who ur messing with! I'v bin calm up until now but u jus can't seem 2 get it thru ur childish little brain that sam has decided not 2 go 2 rome wi u lot coz the atmosphere wud b horrible coz of small mined people like liz. It was not a minor disagreement as u keep putting it! Ur feelings 4 liz r very clear with regard 2 friendship & u can not c passed her side. if u was ne kind of friend u wud not giv sam grief over this. Cut the jealousy act dani!"
I shall start at the beginning, more so for my benefit than yours becasue if i don't i'll lose track of the roller coaster of events and sooner or later will either crash into ground or shoot off into sapce, neither one would be advantageous.
In january somebody, I believe it was Ryan and I came up with a plan to on a short break to Rome. Sam since claims it was her idea but no matter. Sam asked us to go mid August so that we were in Italy for her birthday. It seemed a lovely idea and I was already looking foward to it. I decided not to start formally organising it until after my dissertation was completed (prioritise the accademics for once), im not a patient person and so it got to the middle of March and I couldn't wait anymore. Sam asked me to look into booking things soon so that we could take advantage of cheap flights which made sense.
Liz posted a website for a hostel, it look OK, not the best but cheap and in roughly the right place. For ages there were 8 people on the guestlist and here is where it may get a little tricky:
Me
Theresa
Louise
Liz
Richard
Stephen
Ryan
Sam
I put the event on facebook and asked people to confirm whether they were going or not. At this point Ryan dropped out so the guestlist read
Me
Theresa
Louise
Liz
Richard
Stephen
Sam A nice number of people, everything looked set. Hannah had been invited but at that point had not confirmed and after we had mostly agreed on the hostel decided she did want to go and if possible to bring her sister Ellie so the guest list looked like
Me
Theresa
Louise
Liz
Richard
Stephen
Sam
Hannah
Ellie
Hannah raised some concerns that the hostel was a bit outside Rome and was there the possiblity of staying somewhere closer to the sights, so i started hotel searching again.
Sam asked if her sister Helen could join us as she wouldn't get a vacation this year. we all agreed so the guestlist became
Me
Theresa
Louise
Liz
Richard
Stephen
Sam
Hannah
Ellie
Helen
At this point, over the course of just one week the group were shown seven or eight different hotels all within the £60 - £70 price bracet within 15 minutes of the sights. We also discussed the option of an appartment. It became obvious that pleasing 10 people was going to be difficult, concerns were raised from all directions about the prices, the distance, the facilities, the room organisation, you name it and i'll bet somebody in the group had said it. Finding a hotel was proving problematic.
Sam found us what looked like a perfect compromise 30 minutes out but with good bus / metro links £55 for the three nights with a lift in the hotel and airport transfers. Ideal. It concerned me at this point that Sam said that if the group couldn't decide on a hotel then maybe it would have to split. I mentioned that the hotel was a way away from the centre and may be problematic for Hannah, Ellie and Liz but i felt like Sam had set her mind on this hotel and that given her point about splitting the group this would be the result if we didn't stay in the hotel she had selected. This may or may not have been her intention. We all agreed to stay in this hotel.
At this point i asked for monies!! £110 for flights and hotel deposit to be with me in Swansea by 14th April.
This is where i get confused so bare with me. I suspected that now that monies were due people may begin to have second thoughts and i was right. Helen was the first to raise the "i can't afford it" card, followed by Sam, claiming they had to budget for Donna's hen do. Fair enough but a little disappointing given Sam's earlier enthusiasm and input into the planning process.
While i was away in Cambridge Liz posted a message on my wall, she wrote that people could be ignorant about asthma and she explained why she was making a fuss about distances and lifts so that people didn't just assume she was being difficult for the sake of it. She referred to a post made by Sam earlier on my wall about her experiences of having to walk up 10 flights of stairs with a suitcase. The post stated that it was ok for some people to do that but not everybody could. This post has caused some controvecy but Im not entirely sure as to why?
Helen again was the first to raise the concerns in relation to this post, claiming Liz was making unnecessary and offensive comments about Sam, which from the post, i couldn't see. Sam and Liz have not directly spoken and while I have later found that Sam did take offence to the post im wondering whether the idea that it was offensive was put into her head from outside sources or whether it was her interpretation of the situation, given that she and liz have not spoken and that it was another who has made the only comments on it, either way it is just another drain on my enthusiasm to go at all. Sam and Helen dropped out of Rome leaving the guest list at
Me
Theresa
Louise
Liz
Richard
Stephen
Hannah
Ellie
Helen and Sam have stated several reasons for not going, i personally believe that isolated these concerns are minor and shouldn't discourage them from coming, the problem I have is that they both flittered between excuses and their reasons for coming seemed to change everyday, this is just my perceiption and may not be how they felt and probably isn't. What got to me the most is Sam's decision to book a last minute holiday with Helen instead, while I have no problem with two sisters going away together (have fun ladies) i do have a problem with one holiday being sacrificed in order to make another possible. It seems such a waste, given that it was Sam's birthday we were celebrating and the fact it was supposed to be a sort of reunion weekend for the girls (this would be unaffected by the pressence of other people before anybody raises ths point). Without Sam the holiday didn't seem so appealing. This is how Hannah felt also, and decided if Sam wasn't going then neither was she so the guest list became
Me
Theresa
Louise
Liz
Richard
Stephen
so from 8 to 7 to 9 to 10 to 6, everybody still on board?
Since then there has been pressure put on sam to change her mind, so be it, it is not because i think Sam is silly for taking offence at what Liz said, im not taking Liz's side. Sam would have enjoyed Rome and to assume there would be more problems is creating agro where none need exist. It seemed an excuse not to come and not a reason. here is teh funny thing Helen and Sam, Liz offered to drop out so you two could come instead if she was the main reason you weren't going - didn't know that did you? Unfortunately a better offer had been placed on the table and we became second best. I realised at this point that I was being forced to chose between friends and that it was Sam and Helen putting me in this position, so i refused. I wouldn't ask another friend to choose between her friends so i won't do it. If Sam was going to come she would come if Liz was there or not, nothing I said at this point would make any difference so why should i offend Liz at this stage to achieve nothing.
Helen couldn't leave it alone, after I had decided to drop the whole thing, like i said nothing could be gained from any more discussions with sam and hoping she could come. I wrote a message saying those of you who want to come, welcome aboard those who don't its your loss. Helen questioned, why is it our loss? err r because you won't be coming to Rome with us so you'll miss out? I wrote this on her wall and decided sarcasm wasn't going to achieve anything so deleted it. She read the wall post from her email and wrote the above message in response.
And this is where we now stand. I know who im messing with and im clearly not phased by it. I do not have a problem with Sam or Liz and my feelings towards helen are irrelevant, not everybody is going to get along are they, would make life very dull if they did. I may have suggested that it was Helen who put the idea of a last minute holiday into sam's head, either way it makes no difference the idea was there, it made no difference in the long run who suggested it, a better offer was on the table and yet again I lost out. It may seem to you that im jealous that Helen gets Sam and I don't but that is a false perception based on assumptions about a person without really knowing them. How I interact with my friends is between me and them and is nobody elses business. I am disappointed that Sam won't be joining us, and of course Hannah and Ellie, it would have been a lot of fun! I am totally fed up of the mess that which has been caused over one post on facebook? Facebook should never be taken seriously, its a website, there are not inflections, expressions or body language, you can't assume a person's words are how you read them, you're missing out on vital verbal and non verbal communication signals that can change any phrase from good to bad and from bad to good. Helen does raise one good point in the midst of her poor grammar and bad spelling though, if i was any kind of friend I would be nicer to sam in one respect, I'd ignore Helen alltogether and let her have her misguided rant about the situation, responding to the message above will only lead to further confrontations and potential problems between me and Sam, I am a better friend to Sam than a lot she has had in the past and i will continue to be her freind whether she likes it or not.
Morals of the story:
never assume anything - it only gets you in trouble
don't judge people without knowing them and once you've gotten to know them only then judge them on their actions, words and decisions if you want to be judged in the same way by them.
Don't get involved in an argument/ discussion / conversation that doesn't involve you - mind your business
Don't take facebook as fact, would you assume wikipedia was accurate?
and lastly
never ever ever try to organise a group holiday - its a headache, one which can be avoided. October 17 A few new thingsPINKATHON, JAKS, WELSH AND CAKES
So this week saw the revival of my social life!! Lets not assume by that, that i don't have one its just its been a little stagnant lately! With the girls gone and dissertation in full swing the weekly trips into town be it Orange House and Flares or something else have become few and far between. The furthest I have ventured in many weeks has been the Rhyddings. According to the facebook group it is the centre of the universe but for a while at least i will have to disagree with them. Sam, Alun, Richard, Stephen and I all headed down to RAG's pinkathon held in Divas on monday night. Sam and I spent considerable time, switching tops, bags and so on until we had the perfect pink outfits which met with the approval of Mr Warr who became the king of all things pink that night. He decided that because he had gone to all the effort of buying a pink t shirt we (as girls) had to be more pink then he was! I think Alun developed a liking for pink (he wore if for his first day in the office today). It wasn't what I was expecting, there was a band which kept Richard happy and a few funny dance routines from Tom Stubbs, Sheryl and others. It was funny to watch!! Mark suggested we all go to Jaks, so around 10.30 Alun. Stephen, Sam and I all piled in a taxi and headed to jaks, armed with VIP bands from ENTS. They didn't pull their weight however, they didn't give us a discount on entry, or free drinks in fact they were pretty worthless! We did get a matching red band curtesy of Jaks which meant if we wanted to go down to SinCity we wouldn't have to pay again which is always good! It was nice to have a few drinks and a dance again, haven't done it in such a long time!! May have to repeat it on a much more regular basis.
I don't know how I managed to ignore RAG for so long, its been a huige society on campus far long then I have been at university so how did i not join it five years ago! I went from being Charities officer at HRSFC to having nothing to do with charities at University? That doesn't make sense to me at all. I suppose being such a big society it was quite daunting in the first year. I didn't join anything I don't think and then by the time you get into second and third year the routine is set! My time in the third and masters year was taken up with all things welsh and of course the BHF. I spent sunday afternoon/evening making pink fairy cakes for the Breast Cancer Awareness day cake sale. As far as I know we raised £160 which includes the money raised from all the hundreds of cakes we sold!! Its nice to have something to do that helps out other people and doesn't involve another language.
Speaking of another lanugae i've been learning welsh for a couple of weeks now. Alun says im doing good, but he's somewhat biased in his praise of me! I think im finding it easier then others in the class bbut at the same time there are others finding it easier than me and want us to be progressing faster then we are. I don't think the majority of the class agree with these few individuals!!! I have learnt a few phrases, beth ych enw chi (what is your name?) and I can say Danielle dw i in response. I think we have progressed far enough for 3 weeks if you ask me!!
Oh well best get back on with my dissertation! Wish me luck!
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