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Three Things...
This is just for Pete, who tagged me in a BLATENT attempt to get me blogging again. That sly dog..Oh wait! Its worked! Pete, you swine. Three Things That Scare Me:
Three People Who Make Me Laugh:
Three Things I Love:
Three Things I Hate:
Three Things I Don’t Understand:
Three Things On My Desk:
"THINGS TO DO TODAY: Three Things I’m Doing Right Now:
Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die:
Three Things I Can Do:
Three Things I Can’t Do:
Three Things I Think People Should Listen To:
Three Things You Should Never Listen To:
Three Things I’d Like To Learn (but won’t):
Three Favourite Foods:
Three Shows I Watched As A Kid:
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Worry.
Ok. That is it. There is something wrong. I am afraid. There is only one course of action left open to me. I need to consult 20six. So, Dr 20six, here are my symptoms: Brain fugglewuggle, for over two days now. Last night I burnt myself on the oven, then cut myself twice. The day before I spilt hot water on my hand while making tea. Considering that my average injury rate on a nightly basis is zero, four in two days is a 200% average nightly increase. Also, how much practice have I, of all people, had at making tea? For heaven's sake, pull it together Annie! This morning I forgot my phone (my phone!). Yesterday I forgot my keys. Somehow I got to town at 9am instead of 9.40. I had to decide where to go first between my three planned ports of call: the bank, Boots, and Oxfam. I kept deciding to go to one, and then realizing that I was half way through walking to another. What is going on? Am I losing my mind? Also last night I dreamt that Lilly Allen was John Travolta's love child and that his real name was Keith. Oh dear. I've already lost it. |
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Genetics
So I was thinking, right. And I thought to myself that, what with genetic technology advancing apace, serious consideration needs to be put into what direction it will take. You wouldn't want that technology to fall into the wrong hands and be put to irresponsible and wrong uses. Decisions need to be made. It seems to me that the next logical step for genetic technology to take would be to develop a system of cloning musicians so they come out very very small. Like, say, an inch or two tall. With tiny instruments, and more importantly, tiny little personalities. So you could have a conversation with a itty-bitty Freddie Mercury, or Prince. Then children could save up their pocket money and buy, say, the Rolling-Stones-In-Your-Pocket set. Or the Belle-&-Sebastien-In-Your-Pocket set. Or The Kinks. Or the Beatles. Obviously, some technical know-how would have to go into making sure that their teeensy little instruments could still play at big-instrument volume. But i'm sure that is achievable. I tell you, it would enliven any barbeque. Things aren't going so well: the sausages are black on the outside but raw inside, someone just knocked over the last jug of Pimms, people are thinking of leaving...then someone whips out their very small Basement Jaxx and suddenly that party is bangin'. You know it makes sense. |
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I have been away this week looking after my Grandmother, who has had an operation on her eye, poor thing (a corneal graft- yuck!). It was nice to see her and I was so glad I could be there to help her out. I learned two things: 1) Hospitals are stupid. The poor woman had just had an opperation on her eyeball and they expected her to make a 15 minute walk up and down stairs and along corridors to pick up her prescription medicine. Eh? Luckily, I was around to get them for her. Then, when she said she wasn't feeling very strong and could she please have a weelchair to take her down the two flights of stairs and along many miles of corridors to the exits following her opperation, the nurses who had previously been lovely, morphed into the most unhelpful beings I have ever come across. 'No' was basically their answer. Cue me, sweaty and hot, trecking up and down corridor after endless corridor trying to find her a chair. When I did find one, I had to pay for it. Having already paid £8 in parking fees. 2) Old people don't do very much. At all. Even before her operation Granny, who is absolutely lovely, would sit. And perhaps listen to Radio 4. And talk to her many friends on the phone. That was her day. Apart from Sundays when she goes to church. But now I am back in Oxford. Or, 'the 'ford' as us cool kids like to call it. Last night was quite interesting- A friend of mine is a big fan of an Oxford based rock band called Fell City Girl, who were recording a new single and wanted a 'choir' to sing in the background. That meant me, and about 30 others singing our little hearts out with the band. It was quite fun, and when the single comes out (which i'm sure you will all buy) my name will be in the credits. I think. Then, on the way home I kicked something accidentally. Looking down, I realized it was a toffee. An unwrapped toffee. Possibly one of these: Mmmmm... I couldn't help but feel for the poor soul who had bought his/her toffee, lovingly unwrapped it and then- alas!- been thwarted at the very last turn. Dropping a toffee. Not a fate I would wish on anyone. |
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Interview
So today's bloggin entertainment comes in the form of an interesting and informative interview by everyones' favourite blogger, AMP. Enjoy: Hello, Annie, good to get an interview with you, did you know you're very, very hard to get hold of? You must have a very exclusive press office. Hi its good to chat to you too. Yes, I've been very busy of late, but I'm always happy to make time for you, Pete. *batts eyelashes* You have no doubt heard of the 'Annie for Primeminister' campaign that is gaining fervour in blogging circles, do you have aspirations to take Tony's job? Well, I have heard some rumours, but I try not to take them too seriously. Its a tough job at the top, by all accounts. Were I to be in a position to lead, I think I'd have some Good policies, though. With a solid cabinet behind me, no doubt I could do some Good for the country. If you did get to such a high office, what would your first measures be, and would they involve free chocolate? I feel that free chocolate is essential in maintaining friendly international relations. Therefore, I would undoubtedly initiate measures to ensure free chocolate for top ranking cabinet officials, like myself. I would also initiate compulsory Manners and Courtesy training for all bus drivers and phone company representatives. We heard some malicious rumours that you smuggle Kit Kats into your office from the communal fridge. Is this true? I have no comment to make on this matter. Incidentally, Kit Kats are hard to smuggle because if you put them into your pockets or tuck them into your waistband to sneak them past colleagues, they melt. Um, ahhh, so I’m told. Ahem. Interesting, Interesting, how do you justify this behaviour? ok, look. There are two 36 bar jumbo packs in there. That is 144 fingers of KitKatty goodness. I'm expected just to walk on by?? And sometimes a girl is feeling down, in need of a cup of tea... KitKats go so WELL with tea! So, 144 fingers of Kit Katty goodness, but is it a biscuit or a chocolate bar? Right there you have summed up the glory of the KitKat. It exists in some half world between chocolate and biscuit, filling both holes at once. I love KitKats What is your favourite song, ever? My goodness, that is a tricky one. I honestly don't think I do have one favourite, but I do have songs I like a lot. I'm one of those persons (people?) who go 'ohmygosh, I LOVE this song!' ten or fifteen times during an average day. Do you play it all the time, or rarely so it doesn't lose its impact? Well, I am flighty by nature. Short attention span. I get bored. So I have to be really careful with my listening habits because it doesn't take long for a song to lose its magic for me. You recently posted a picture of a small baby otter, which other bloggers fell in love with. Do you regret it, in case they are competition for the otters affection? Oh, please. I have nothing to worry about! As if any one of you could compete with me (with ME!) for otter love. And I love that baby otter more than ANY of you, so there. Have you undertaken to get an otter of your own yet? I have begun asking questions, yes. Someone said something about 'cruelty' or some such rubbish. I'd give it a bucket of water. What more could it need? Seriously though- can otters be owned as pets? I have two ponds in my garden. With newts. Maybe otters like to chase newts? Have you ever felt the need to dance on your desk, in your office? Every day Pete, every day. I also have difficulty with personal music players, as I tend to, um, 'get my groove on' while I’m walking down the street or purchasing a venti extra shot latte. I have no Idea what you are talking about. Dolls? Really, Pete. Perhaps you should get out more..? No. MY mr Incredible is real, although he is turning out to be less and less incredible by the day, so perhaps won't be 'mine' for much longer. Brains, undoubtedly. Intelligence is something I really value in people. I mean, don't get me wrong, beauty is nice, but...I hate stupid people. Also, I think you need brains in order to have humour, something else which is really important (and totally fancyable). Oh, Pete, surely you tease...
I would love too. I could do it pay-per-view on the internet. Many people would pay to see me kick Micha's stupid pert buttocks.
sounds super-cheesy, but I really wish people could appreciate their bodies and their looks and be happy. Rile against the things you can't change, but be happy with what you've got. My eight year old cousin told me she was too fat the other day, and it made me want to cry. I can hardly talk, I’m always wishing I was cleverer or prettier or thinner or blonder, but it just seems such a waste of energy.
Oh crumbs, probably not without google. I'll try though: The pyramid of Giza, that Lighthouse at Alexandria, the Hanging gardens of Babylon...um...The Colossus....thing... um... isn't there a statue of Zeus or something...? But I can get all seven deadly sins, the seven dwarfs, and the seven Von Trapp children. All seven Von Trapps? That is a skill Annie, go ahead... Oh alright then, if I must: Leisl, Friedrich, Louisa, Brigitta, Kurt, Marta, Gretl. Oh Yeah. In age order too. I think.
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Karma
The universe has punished me for my earlier blog. It was not gracious of me. It was mean spirited to talk about a fellow human being that way. Feeling smug, having posted my blog, I raised the mug to my lips. But alas! I underestimated how much tea was left in the cup! Alack! I swigged with too much gusto! I spilled, fellow bloggers. My white camisole was stained brown. A stain which I forgot about as I pulled on said top this morning. A stain which I was unaware of as I wandered through town to work. A stain that had not impinged on my consciousness until just now, when I glanced down at myself, and saw it there in all its glory. Getting dressed in the morning without opening the curtains has its pitfalls. Yep. Karma got me good. |
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WARNING: Rant will start in 5.....4......3......2..... Right. So. My flatmate (one of the ones that I dont like. Long story) got back from two months in South America yesterday. What an amazing trip! I'm so glad for him that he's had this amazing oppertunity and i'm so jealous etc etc. But he's all smug and like: 'Yeah, man, check me out. I've got, like, a million of these woven bracelets. That's what, like, everyone wears out there, man. Look, I've got, like, a million on each wrist and some on my ankles too. Look. Man. Yeah. Like, do you smoke?' 1) You're not the only person that has travelled, sweetheart. Bringing back tacky bracelets does not make you cool. They sell them everywhere from Cornwall to Phuket. 2) I dont care if you rammed columbian cocaine up your nostrils while you were away. That doesn't make you seem cooler to me! And bragging about it makes you look LIKE.....A......LOOOOOSER. 3) People who have travelled well, who have worked hard to enjoy what they can, who have experienced a lot, have grown in understanding and empathy and have greatly broadened minds their minds; people who demonstrate this new found maturity and style in subtle, unobtrusive ways they're not even aware of...they are cool. Not silly little boys whose parents have payed for a nice comfortable round trip and who can do nothing with this great oppertunity but snort drugs and buy too many bracelets. Desperately trying to prove how cool you are DOES NOT MAKE YOU COOL. There. Phew. Rant over. Please resume normal activities. Oooh, the greatest thing happened to me this morning. I made a cup of tea, and then completely forgot about it for a few minutes, and then I was having a biscuit and thinking, 'ooh, i could just do with a cup of tea,' and I turned my head and there it was! Still warm! Such joy! It was like Christmas, but with out wrapping paper. |
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