La La Liverpool!

In the words of My Chemical Romance: I'm not okay.

Not only do I have a ton of revision to do over the next week, I also had to go to the dentist today. Now, as much as I love my dentist (he is a nice man) the fact that he insists on sticking bloody great needles in my mouth does nothing to endear him to me. So now my lip is numb, and I'm having trouble drinking/eating/talking. Great. Fan bloody tastic.
But that's not all readers, no no... that would be far too easy.

I'm coming out of the dentist, and who should I see in the waiting room but my ex-boyfriends dad. Jesus H Christ. I just stopped and looked at him for a full breath. I then composed myself and said hello before managing to squeak out "I missed you". Because I have. He was perfectly polite and smiled at me and said hello but obviously his loyalties lie with his son. And his son won't exactly be my biggest fan. So yeah. I left the dentist in a hurry and promptly burst into tears. Good one, Rach.

I'd like to think I've been very composed and 'with it' since my break up, especially since I'm the one that did the breaking up, but under this ice queen exterior, it's a different story. Not that I'm a quivering wreck, that would be pathetic. I'm just a melting pot of emotions and apparently it takes the smallest thing to set me off. But then, it is the first time I've seen any of his family in the flesh since we broke up 2 months ago. It just confirmed for me that I'm obviously not over the whole thing yet.

I feel much better now it's all off my chest. Marvellous.

Despite my gammy numbed up mouth and the stupid amount of revision to do, I am actually looking forward to tonight. It's Chelsea v Liverpool and should be a stormer of a match. There has been all the usual pre-match hype with Mourinho bitching at Benitez and Benitez bitching back. I'll be backing the scousers obviously. They are a) a Northern team and b) not a bunch of fucking fairies. Mourinho usually comes up with an excuse as to why Chelsea won't win and this time has been no exception. Apparently, Liverpool SHOULD be the favourites because they aren't involved in as many competitions as Chelsea so they're fitter and more refreshed. Good one. So it couldn't be a disadvantage because they haven't had as much match practice then? Noooooo, of course not.

Anyway, back to the books.

A little philosophical nonsense....

I was having a chat with my mum today about the dysfunctionality (if there is such a word) of my family and she told me that we were normal in comparison to some families. I scoffed. But then I had a think about it... and she might well be right. I mean, don't get me wrong. To an outsider my family is probably as strange as they come, I've got very odd aunties and uncles, weird cousins and just plain nuts grandparents. My mum calls me slutbeast, my brother wants to kill me most of the time and my dad says "bollocks" every time he burps. But then, don't all families have their little quirks?

"Do you want some lunch?" my mum asks
"Ten-four mama bear" I reply. All things considered, I'd say I'm pretty well adjusted.
I haven't always thought this though. When I was younger, I thought I'd never be secure or confident. My childhood was happy, to an extent, but for years I flinched every time my parents raised their voices for fear of another argument. And I sometimes still do. I strain to hear over the TV, but it's never anything to worry myself over.
Still happily married, I sometimes look at my parents and marvel at their commitment and strength.

It's funny though, even though I've seen how hard my parents have had to work, and been there first hand in past relationships, I still have a very idealistic view of love and relationships. I think love should conquer all and I think that there should always be a fiery passion, til the very last day. I know that the likelihood of this is actually slim to none but still, a girl can hope, right?!

I guess this is a little deep for this time of night. But after a day of hard revision, my mind began to wander, and this is where it brought me. I think one day I might try some therapy, and get all my issues out, but for now, my humble little blog will do just fine.

Apart from revising, today has been fairly uneventful. I went to see my grandparents for a couple of hours as I don't get to see them much these days and I loved the double take they both did when they saw my hair. It's once again "cyber purple" (according to the packet) and this time it's permanent!
"What have you done to your hair?" my grandad said in surprise
"I dyed it purple!" I grinned the same grin that I deployed as a young child when I wanted a sip of his bitter, or when I wanted him to tell me a story. It's a winner everytime. It's lethal when used correctly.
He muttered a cynical "hmmm" and looked at my mums hair to make sure she hadn't done the same thing. My grandma, purely because she likes to contradict him said "I think it really suits you!" Bless them.

Ten-four sreggolb

Nothing of note happened today... however, here is a brief overview of the goings on:

I got up at 9.07am (this is far too early in my opinion)
I went to uni to revise
I sorted out my revision playlist on my ipod. (See previous blog)
I revised
I collected some results
I went to Warrington
I came home
I wrote a blog

See? Nothing. Zilch. Zip. Nada. But today has been a good one. Not a great one, but by no means a bad one.

Tomorrow I go to work, (which will mean getting up even earlier!) and then tomorrow night I'm going back to Notts to see my parents. A nice weekend at home to recharge the batteries and to catch up on revision. I can't wait actually.

This has to be the most boring blog ever, right? World record kind of stuff I think.

Anyway, it's now 21.37. Exactly 12 hours and 30 minutes since I got up, and I'm ready to rejoin the world of slumber.

That's all folks (can I say that? Is it copyright?)

Busy busy bee

There's some really great music around at the minute isn't there?
Here's a short(ish) list of music I am currently loving.

Razorlight - can't stop this feeling I've got
Black Box Recorder - Andrew Ridgley (oldie but goodie!!)
Colin Harris - Acceptable in the 80's
Fall Out Boy - Thanks for the memories
Anything by The Fray
Hellogoodbye - Here (in your arms)
Kaiser Chiefs - Ruby
New Young Pony Club - Get dancey
Shiny Toy Guns - Starts with one
Also anything by Colin Hay.

A pretty random mix of songs you'll agree? I pride myself on my broad ranging tastes in music. I can't imagine just listening to one type of music all the time, I think I'd get bored pretty quickly. For instance, when sweating it out on the treadmill I like some upbeat dance music, and when I'm feeling on top of the world, I like a song with some real emotion in it. My ipod has a song to suit every mood methinks. I would suggest, if you haven't already, that you download each and every one of those songs and really have a good time listening.

In other news, I went to an assessment centre for a graduate job today. Talk about hard work. Mentally and emotionally tiring. I came home, stripped off and climbed into bed, then got out again, put some clothes on because it was ruddy freezing and got back into bed. I did enjoy the day though and it gave me some much needed experience. I learnt a few things about myself too. I sometimes wonder if I have it in me to become one of the masses of 'young professionals' that roam the Manchester pavements at 8.55am and 5.05pm daily and I realised today that yes, I do. I can be professional, intelligent and serious when it is needed.
The most important lesson I learned today though is one that makes me very happy. I learnt that I am honest. I spent much of my childhood lying through my teeth, not to make myself look better but because I had a vivid imagination (and still do, I hope) and I wanted my imagination to be real life. I'd still like to have a job with a gun, and I'd love to try being a waitress in a roller-cafe but that's another story.

Sometimes I can be brutally honest, other times I'm honest to an extent and sometimes I tell small white lies so as not to upset people, but in the end, honesty prevails. Lies come back to haunt you and half truths are found out in the end. Today just made me realise that my honesty, although it sometimes gets me into trouble, is what makes me stand out from the crowd. And I like that. I like something about myself, and that's always a good place to begin isn't it?

Hide and Seek

Bright lights and heavy bass
Glow sticks and girls off their face
Short skirts and tube tops
High heels and smoking lots
And then there's you

In a pool of UV light, you look to your left and you look to your right.

You push your fingers through your hair
You look so classy
You have so much flair

And then you catch my eye
And I see you and I smile
The room stands still as you smile back
And as the beat resumes, you're gone

And in a pool of UV light, I look to my left and I look to my right
And you're gone.

Better than sex?!

So today my student loan arrived in my bank account. I refrained from going shopping but I did venture out to my favourite restaurant, with my favourite filipino. We went to Room on King Street. She had been to the Liverpool Room, and hadn't been overly impressed so I really wanted her to sample the culinary delights available in Manchester. I began with a curried haddock kedgeree - it was top notch, as expected. Joanna had Surf and Turf (calamari). She was wowed by the starter but it didn't stop there. We both had sirloin steak for our mains (I am normally more adventurous but having had the steak before I knew I was in for a treat!) At this point, Joanna made a controversial comment:

"This is better than sex"...

Although we both knew this was an outlandish statement, and not entirely true, I had a mouth full of juicy, tender steak and felt inclined to agree. If sex were steak, it would be Room steak, medium rare with a side of oh-so-crispy chips. It didn't stop here either. After our completely empty plates had been cleared away I asked for a dessert menu. After finding out that, disappointingly, they no longer had the chocolate fondue on the menu, I settled for chocolate pudding. A small square of chocolate sponge arrived, complete with chocolate brownie, homemade fudge and a strawberry.
No words can desribe the pleasure my tastebuds felt as the last morsel of food went in. This was heaven. And at a very pleasing price too.

Now, I love my food, but I'll eat pretty much anything, good quality or otherwise. But Room, for me, is 10/10 everytime and I would recommend it to everyone I knew, if they weren't dirt poor students.

I'm very full now and very content so I'm going to climb into bed (10pm - how early?!?!) with my book and hopefully rise early enough in the morning to actually get some ruddy revision done.