Success!

Finally! After years of hardly daring to dream that this moment should actually be, for fear of bitter disappointment, delusion or whatnot, It Actually Happened! Well in fact It Actually Happened on Sunday but I haven't remembered to post it until now so shhhh just go with what I'm writing.

Anyway, I've always appreciated musicals and how the people in them just break into chorus and synchronised dance without the slightest hint of premeditation. I've also said to a few people (Jenny, I think, and some others too...?) that I wish life were like that and people would start spontaneous song and dance just when walking down the street or at school or something. Lol! Just think of the communal harmony that would be spread by such unifying acts of happiness: Labour government, I propose you incorporate this into your Londone (or whatever it is) campaign! Anyhoo, I hadn't had the though for ages as it had gone down the drain of increasing maturity with some of my other childish dreams (like there actually being fairies that you can catch changing your teeth for money etc.). But then on Sunday the improbable occurred and fantastico musical was my life! I had been skim-reading a thing in the newspaper about Andrew Lloyd Webber not wanting the lady who won the 'A Problem Like Maria' show to sing every night as it might ruin her voice, or something like that. I came away from the paper humming 'The Sound of Music', as it is one of those songs which is ingrained in my being and so surfaces with only the slightest provocation, and by the time I was up stairs the humming has progressed to singing, which soon grew to a full-belted caterwauling. Rosie and Matthew did their 'double-twin-attack' thing, jumping on me in desparation to make the noise stop and smothering me with fleece dressing-gowns, their own bodies: anything to try and end my song. Needless to say the power of the music won through and I was left dishevelled yet still melodious in my room. I carried on singing just to try and annoy the miniature ones even more, but to my surprise (or not - mum's always warbling something) mum joined in with the song. I just though that this would annoy the twins which made me happy, but then they joined in too! There was no dance, but we were a chorus nevertheless! Woot woot. So after many years of idle dream I finally achieved a sing-along thing, despite it being really weird and involving physical attack - wahey!

That's all for now xxx

p.s. In my defence for this post I'm really bored atm! Where is everyone??

Personal Statement

Ahh, sitting at work on my own as all other members of staff have decided they have better things to do with their afternoon than to be in the office. As the junior, defenceless one I was elected to be the solitary phone-manner for the afternoon which has its goods and bads:
1) Get to answer the phone (good)
2) Have to be near phone at all times (bad)
3) Can have as many biscuits as I like (good)
4) Have eaten too many biscuits (bad)
5) There's no one to tell me what to do (good)
6) There's no one to tell me what to do (bad)

So I have had nothing to do all afternoon, except for having to write my personal statement for Uni next year. It was going really well; I'd developed my initial (rubbish) statement content into something which was, well, pretty good if I do say so myself. Loads of stuff about my opinion on literature's function, how we can or should read it for meaning etc. etc. which I thought was much better than my last statement, and anything else I could come up with. It took about four hours to write roughly 30 lines, such was my pickiness about what should go into the thing. So just as I was about to move on to the final 'please love me' bit, the phone rang. This was actually quite welcome as by then I was getting sick of writing about myself for so long and appreciated the distraction, however the end to this tale is not so rosy as ye may think. Basically, in orter to shorten a long story, I had to e-mail a thing to a person, and in the process of doing so lost my ENTIRE PERSONAL STATEMENT. Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... I still can't quite believe it. I have so much to do at the moment that the fact I have to re-write my stupid personal statement is actually quite depressing. And I just know I won't be able to get it as good again! I'm hoping that the phone call was actually divine intervention, and God wants me to write something different in order to get me into a different Uni than I would have done with the last statement. Still, I am quite annoyed and ratty. Also, to compensate for my loss of statement I ate three biscuits and a Toffee Crisp. So now instead of just feeling like an imbecile I also feel fat! Might cycle home at a manic speed in order to work off psychic turmoil and calorific globules.

At least I know what I want to put in my statement now, so hopefully it won't take as long. I can also re-jig the structure of the statement which, on reflection, could have been better. Hopefully being with family will help me to calm down and to see the funny side.

Ha FRIGGING ha.

xxx

Dates for Malawi

I have finally found out the dates for my Malawi trip - wahey! After much guesswork and confusion etc. I now know that I'm going out on the 3rd of January (2007, duh) and come back on the 28th of July. That means I'll be out there for a huge 7 months, give or take a week or so. This of course means I'll be celebrating my birthday in the traditional Malawian way... whatever that may be.

Actually the late return is annoying because a long summer would have been useful to do all that I've planned to do, including making some money which seems to be slowly entering into the realms of impossibility. But hey, if I go to Uni a pauper I guess it's for a good reason.

You all had better come to Heathrow to see me off! No excuse for absances since my flight's at the very respectable time of 7pm :p

xxx