Academic ramblings

Dinner tonight consisted of tea with chocolate spread.

I think that that is the only acceptable dinner to have when you get in from the library after eight.

That is something that has never happened before.

Get in from the library after eight I mean.

My mind is a messed up compilation of literature for my dissertation, 

theories of leadership and teams, 

the Key Stage Two Framework for Languages, 

and the first two paragraphs of a French presentation that I've managed to memorise.

I think I even dreamt in French for the first time last night.

I didn't even know that I knew enough French to have an entire dream spoken in it.

The mind truly boddles.

Anyways, things in my head are getting far too academic for one night, so I'm going to go have a long shower and watch TOWIE. (Total guilty pleasure - shuttup!)

Bonfizzle Nizzle

I have always liked to look at fireworks.

But for as long as I have liked them, I have equally hated the loud noise that they make.

I'm a complete whimp when it comes to loud noises - 

even when a car with a stupidly big exhaust drives past and makes a lot of noise I can a little bit scared - 

but that is besides the point.

I remember as a wee girl either staying inside and watching fireworks from the window 

or standing in front of my Dad and making him cover my ears.

But after the fist minute of flinching and wincing at the bangs so loud you can feel them vibrating in your chest on Friday, I was cured.

I think the fact that they timed the fireworks to the theme tunes of Harry Potter (genius idea!), The Pirates of the Caribbean and ET seriously helped, because the melodies distracted me from the actual bangs.

Also, as two side notes, 1. How beautiful is the light from the bonfire?

And 2. After a minor dispute and a quick google search, I can confirm that between Ross & I, I am always right - we have fire on bonfire night because of the gunpowder plot, not because Guy Fawkes was burnt to death as punishment.

If you're bothered he was actually hung, drawn and quarter, which to me actually sounds much worse, 

but please don't sign me up for either.

Opposites attract?

Sometimes I think that Ross & I are strangely similar.

But more often than that I'm astounded at how astronomically different we are.

But different in a good way.

Different in a 'we complete each other' (s'cuse the cheese) kind of way.

Like he's good at talking to people and I'm good at reading people.

I drink a lot with my meal and he hardly drinks anything, so by the time I'm done with my drink, he happily hands over the rest of his.

You know, the little things?

And there are loads of little things like this, 

but there is one difference that drives me crazy.

I (by my own observation) am quite tactful and sensitive.

Ross can be, but mostly he doesn't think before he speaks.

He never upsets people, 

I just mean that he often makes situations really awkward by saying the wrong thing.

And here's the thing that I really hate.

When he's putting his foot right in it, if I can, I'll give his hand a squeeze or his shin a gentle kick.

You know, just your standard "your making this person really embarrassed, please stop speaking NOW" signal.

But Ross, in his marvellously untactful way, 

will very loudly say;

"OW! Becky what are you kicking me for?"

Or "babe, why are you squeezing my hand?"

Which definitely makes everything so.much.more.awkward.

Kind of like when you point out to someone that they're blushing and it does nothing more than make them go more red.

Pointless and embarrassing.

Anyways, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this....

But does anyone else's other half do this?

(Also, I apologise for just saying 'my other half'...

...I'm cringing at myself.)

A week in social media

I'm so busy nowadays that a little structure around these parts won't go amiss - 

One day a week when I don't have to think of what to write, I can just upload pictures and copy in some tweets.

So, a small insight into my week with the help of instagram and twitter, my two favourite apps.

 

29th October: Toffee apples are so much better than normal apples.

27th October: This (^^) is what forced productivity looks like. 

 

28th October: Huzzah! I can almost breathe through my nose again.

26th October: I've now blown my nose so much today that I'm having an actual nosebleed.

 

31st October: I'm not complaining, merely observing, but it's strangely warm today.

1st Novemeber: A long, warm shower and and an early night cosied up in bed reading is just what the doctor ordered.

2nd November: I just finished reading the first book in 'The Hunger Games' series and I'm an absolute wreck.

Dreams?

I've been having the most vivid dreams recently.

Strange and vivid dreams actually.

First there was the dream where my best friend very dramatically grabbed me by the arm and quite passionately told me that under no circumstances was I allowed to get pregnant, 

because she's trying for a baby and if I got pregnant first she would be devastatingly upset 

and never talk to me again.

Then there was the dream that I went to university one day with all of my clothes of backwards.

Then there was the really horrible two-parter dream 

(does anybody else have those?) 

where my friend Tariq was killed right in front of me. 

I held him whilst he died and it was tragic.

I was so happy to wake up and realise that it was only a dream and wasn't real. 

What were real though were the feelings that I had all.morning.long.

I was desperately melancholy and just generally sad.

I had to give myself a bit of a mental shake and tell myself to get a grip! 

I don't even know anybody called Tariq for crying out loud.

So I thought to myself, I know that my dream wasn't real, so why am I having such real feelings?

Weird. 

And then I thought about it a little bit more and mind boddled. 

Seriously.boddled.

Does this happen to anybody else?