Archive for March, 2009

Inspiration Please

Argh, I’m sitting here, trying to work on my secret project. I’ve been putting it off for a week and now I finally have a calm moment to get some work done. I know what I need to do, it’s there in my head, but it just won’t come out. I think I may be a little scared of what will happen when I put it out there for people to see. Or, it’s already out there, but I haven’t told anyone where to look. It’s scary, being creative and then almost asking people judge what you’ve done when you really have no idea of the outcome. It’s weird and I get insecure. It’s only natural, I suppose, but here I am, writing more about the fact that I should be working on it instead of doing just that.

And I have another confession to make. I’ve been a bad artist. Bad! My ‘A Drawing a Day’ project has gone completely down the drain. I’ve not drawn anything in ages and I’m now so far behind, I don’t think I’ll be able to catch up. It’s shit and I feel quite bad about it. I really thought I’d be able to keep it up, but evidently not. Boo! So, to everyone that had expectations or whatever, I’m sorry. I’ll still draw things, but most likely not every day.

An open letter to Katy Perry

Dear Katy Perry,

What are you doing? I mean, what are you doing? I guess that’s the question I most want the answer to. Are you trying to be sexy? Because if that’s the case, my god girl, get some class! You look like some sort of mixture between a cheap hooker and a 12-year old girl and the image is very disturbing, at least to me. I’m sure there’s people out there who like how you portray yourself and how that image manages to twist time back towards a period when men and women were a lot less equal than they are today.

Maybe I’m being harsh and maybe I shouldn’t blabber on about social responsibility and all that. In fact I’m one of those people who are against people who does that, but you, my girl, you’re an exception. Somehow you’re managing to awake an anger in me and I just can’t shake it. Maybe we should both get a grip. Maybe we should make a deal. I’ll stop judging you if you develop a sense of style and class, and stop writing lyrics that portrays girls as creatures as flimsy as the one you portray yourself as. Because I’m sure that’s not the real you. I think you, like most people, want to wear jeans and a t-shirt, eat crisps and watch TV. I’m sure you’re not a hooker in a Halloween costume from a pound shop, so why would you go and make people think you are one? Why? Are you afraid people won’t buy your records if they were substantial instead of transparent? Or maybe you’re afraid people won’t buy your record if that was the case with your clothes.

I do want to make it perfectly clear that I have nothing against women displaying their sexuality, being sexy, or showing a little skin. What I’m against is when those things become something forced, something you think you have to do to be appreciated, because then it stops being all of the above mentioned things and instead becomes sad and, to me, infuriating and a little gross. Why are you doing all that, when you look so much cooler like this?

I demand it stops.

Girl power!

A Little Love in the Morning

One of my favourite things about the weekend, and even Monday mornings, waking up next to Kev. It’s the best feeling even if the bed is small and we wake each other up every time we move. It’s the best thing because it’s close and cosy and safe and it’s someone to tell your dreams even if you’ll both fall asleep again and they’ll be forgotten by the next time you wake up. I love it and I want to do it every day, even if I’m only waking up to rush off to work.

The next best thing is to come home to a home that’s not empty, at least not for long, to have someone to watch TV with in the evening, or just to have someone to pester with those really unimportant things that you just have to tell someone, even though they’re really not worth phoning someone up for.

I bet most of you know what I mean.

Weekend, parents and shoes

I’ve been a lazy blogger, but I’ve got nothing to do at the moment and I finally feel like writing something again. Maybe I should have updated you on my weekend.. well, just after it was finished, but I couldn’t be bothered. I haven’t even been able to muster up enough energy to bother with my secret project. But I haven’t been feeling well, I’ve been so tired. In fact, every day of this week I’ve fallen asleep around 10 pm in the evening. It’s been very nice and I’ve enjoyed waking up well rested even before the alarm rings in the morning. I think I have a little cold brewing in me though, although the sleep has been fighting it. Sleep and tea. My throat doesn’t ache anymore and I’m only a little sniffly. But enough about that.

The weekend was wonderful. I was really starting to miss my parents, so it was great to see them again. They arrived safely, albeit a bit late, and they finally managed to find a hotel in Greenock that was actually very nice. Initially, they were supposed to stay elsewhere, nearer to the sea, since Greenock is really very boring, but I think having them close turned out nicer for everyone. They didn’t have to worry about taking the car to get to me and we could all have something to drink with our dinner. So after all the delays at the airport and the driving around looking for some place to stay, they were naturally very tired when we med, but also very hungry. So we went to Tokyo Joe’s in Greenock to have something to eat. It’s a really nice place with a beer garden and comfy chairs. So we had some pasta as that was all they served that early in the evening, but we were happy with that. We then went back to my flat, so they could have a look at the place. It’s not much to see, but they demanded to have a look and I wanted to show them as well. They went home pretty early to sleep, understandable. They had a long day of sightseeing in front of them on the Friday.

So yeah, when I was at work during the day on the Friday, they went north to look at lochs and castles and lord knows what else. They had a good time though, and the weather was perfect; sunny and quite warm. We had a booking for the restaurant at their hotel, the Tontine hotel, at 7 pm, so they came to my flat a little while before, we had a wee chat and then we were off. the food was really good, as was the service and the bar. I can really recommend their restaurant if anyone’s ever looking for a place to eat in Greenock. the prices were really reasonable as well. Me and my mum had tuna steaks and my dad had a beef burger with pepper sauce, all very tasty. They also make very nice Scottish trifles and an ace Irish coffee. After that we went back to their room and gifts practically flew out of their suitcase. Mostly tasty things, a book and two gossip magazines. they got me 2 tubs of readymade Beaarnaise sauce and lots and lots of Swedish chocolate. Nom nom nom! I then got a taxi back to mine and went to bed quite early as I was due to get up early in the morning for more activities.

Up early on the Saturday, about 8 am to be exact, only to be off to Hamilton by half eight. The GPS took us through the city, so we got a sneak peak of that as well. We arrived safely and on time. We had to be there early cause my dad and Kev’s dad had a tee time booked at a golf course near Ayr, which is about an hour’s drive away. So the parents all met and it went very well. Me, my mum and Kev’s mum went into Glasgow while the dads were golfing, and Kev stayed at home. He was on call for work I think.

So yeah, shopping! Mum wanted to find shoes, so we went into a million shoe shops. And of course I found a pair of fairly expensive ones that struck my fancy as well. I’m going to buy them if I have any money left when I’ve paid all my bills this month. I think I deserve them. [Picture!] But yes, we went to a million shoe shops and other shops as well, and my mum eventually managed to find a pair of shoes that were really perfect. She has trouble finding shoes in Sweden cause the sizes are too big, but they come in smaller sizes here, so she was ecstatic. Then it was decided that I needed a new pair of work trousers and maybe a spring jacket, so we went hunting for that, and we did find both in the end. The jacket was wonderful. It’s a trench coat that goes down to my thigh and it’s a wonderful blue-purple colour that sort of shifts depending on the light. And it goes so well with my yellow bag. I’m happy.

So when our feet was achy enough and we were all shopped out we went back to Hamilton on the train to meet the guys at a pub for some drinks and a sit-down. We found them at a pub near the station, eating late lunch and drinking beer. We joined them for a drink and when we were finished we all went back to the house to have a rest. Mum and Dad went back to their hotel, another one that I’d booked for them in Hamilton. It would have been a bit far for them to go back to Greenock. I stayed at Kev’s house and has a little rest and a shower. I was exhausted. And I realised as well that it was the first time since I moved here in October that I hadn’t seen Kev on a Friday evening. It was really weird, and it was also really nice to have some time to just hang out and watch tv and talk before the busy parent-schedule started again.

Later that evening we went to a Greek restaurant in town and I just loved it. I think my parents did too, so it was a good choice. It tasted just like holiday! I had Saganaki, which is basically deep fried cheese, for starter and then mixed souvlaki for my main course. All of the food looked fantastic and the service was really good as well. When we had eaten we went back to the house for some more drinks and a lot more talking. It was really nice and I think everyone had a good time. My parents had to leave pretty early in the morning, at least by my standards, the next day, so we had out tearful goodbyes when they left that evening. Mum was adamant I didn’t come to the hotel in the morning to say bye, she said she’d only start crying, and I didn’t want that, so I slept instead. which was probably good cause I needed it I think.

To sum up, it was a great weekend. It was great to see my parents again, and I’m so pleased they got along so well with Kev’s parents. Not that I thought they wouldn’t, but you know how it is. These things always make you nervous somehow.

The rest of the week has just passed by quite uneventful. I’ve been really tired in the evenings, so I’ve gone to bed very early and not done much else. Work has been its usual slow self and yeah, that’s about it. I’ve not even played much of any games in the evenings. A bit of Fallout, but that’s all. I’ve not even logged on to wow since last week. I don’t think I will either for a good while. As I said in the beginning of this post I’ve been to tired to work on my secret project, but I’ve far from discarded it. I might get a little work done on it this evening while I’m stuck here. If nothing else, I can sit and stare at it for an hour or so. =P

More whining, but with a little light at the end

Baaah, I’m home sick. Woke up with a sore throat and a spinny head this morning, so I decided to stay home since my parents are arriving tomorrow. I’m really looking forward to it, so I don’t want to be ill when they are here. I’ve been bored out of my skull all day though. Been playing so much Fallout I don’t think I can stand the sight of another raider or supermutant. Heh, I’m not kidding anyone. I’m really enjoying the game and I’m not gonna tire any time soon.

Oh and I just watched Horne and Corden on BBC3(?). It’s really funny. Almost everything is very spot on. I can’t stand the private school guy though, but I guess he’s not really meant to be a likable character. =P

What else? I really can’t be arsed to go to work tomorrow, but since I’m feeling better I’mma have to. Not looking forward to coming back to my mailbox at all.