tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-11-21:/HEALTH WARNING: This blog may cause drowsiness. Do not drive or operate machinery after use and keep out of reach of children.MokoFeed2009-11-21T06:42:24+01:00tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-11-01:/2009/11/02/stuck-7288924/roisini2009-11-02T00:27:15+01:002009-11-02T00:27:15+01:00 <p>I am so very stuck on this bit of Latin. The annoying thing about Latin is that a lot of the time, I know what all the words <em>mean</em>, but they still don't make sense put together. It's the rearranging of it that takes the time. Grr. I'm only a 1/3 of the way through the passage, too.</p> <p>I love living in London so much! On my birthday last week we went and had Chinese food at half midnight, and not only was the restaurant open with people in it, but there was actually a big table with businessmen sitting around it having a meeting. At half midnight. In a Chinese restaurant. On the bus at half 2 last night, it was as crowded as it is in the rush hour; as a recovered insomniac, I absolutely love the whole city-that-never-sleeps thing. And going over bridges at night is always lovely, what with the lights on the water and all. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/11/02/stuck-7288924/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-10-30:/2009/10/30/right-7272043/roisini2009-10-30T03:50:08+01:002009-10-30T03:50:08+01:00 <p><strong>REVAMP ALERT</strong></p> <p>I've changed my design <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> and I'd like to think I'm back online for good now. I've got my beautiful shiny new laptop which can actually handle the internet, unlike my old computer, and all the stuff that was making me stressed (at least, almost all) has gone away now. </p> <p>My flatmate Saif, who we thought had been kidnapped or something awful, may have just come in. Someone came in anyway, and it's too early for Ashiv, he's never in before 4. </p> <p>I was playing Brahms 2 earlier, it was awesome. I've never liked a 2nd horn part so much. And it's really good for my transposition, it skips around from D to Bb basso and back again. The King's orchestra is satisfyingly good. Not intimidatingly full of 3rd year music students who are all prodigies, but not full of first year idiots either. I am a first year idiot, and so I am qualified to say this.</p> <p>Ooh, and I've rediscovered iceskating! I've been 3 times in my whole life, and the last 2 times have been in Bayswater. Romantic and picturesque, I know...<br> I haven't fallen over yet, and I can go fast enough to not annoy people. It's so much fun! My friends have to drag me away when they want to leave. I'd happily go round and round all night. There was a guy with us though who had someone skate over his finger when he'd fallen over...there was blood all over the ice and it scared the crap out of me. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/10/30/right-7272043/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-10-08:/2009/10/08/oops-7123758/roisini2009-10-08T11:08:06+02:002009-10-08T11:08:06+02:00 <p>I was about to write a lovely long blog post, but then noticed that it's just gone 11 and I have a lecture at 12 so I should really think about leaving.<br> Yawn. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/10/08/oops-7123758/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-09-29:/2009/09/29/student-rant-7062670/roisini2009-09-29T14:49:20+02:002009-09-29T14:49:20+02:00 <p>Oh bugger. Teaching starts on Thursday and I need to run to Blackwell's on Charing Cross Road to grab my textbooks. Buying the said textbooks will mean I can't afford to eat for the next 3 weeks, but hey! At least I might lose a bit of weight...</p> <p>The things we do for an education. I fucking hate the Labour government. They didn't have to starve so they could learn, but for some reason they forget that. And now they want to push up fees even more. I wonder what they would do if they had £695 to live on for 13 weeks?</p> <p>Arseholes. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/09/29/student-rant-7062670/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-09-29:/2009/09/29/dance-uni-dance-7058616/roisini2009-09-29T01:36:55+02:002009-09-29T01:36:55+02:00 <p>Well, hooray! I'm at uni! I've officially enrolled and everything. I'm at King's College London reading Classics...I got AABC at A level, A - English Lit, A - Ancient History, B - Latin and C - Music, which stinks but oh well. Horrible old Mrs Goodman fucked my life over with that one, but I'm trying to believe in karma. Someday she will realise she should have actually taught me!</p> <p>My room is not actually as small as I was expecting; there's more floor space than in my room at home, for a start. My main problem is the smallness of my wardrobe. I'm a girl, for goodness' sake. I need more than a poky cupboard. Oh and the bathroom is hilarious, it's so small that the shower (in the European style - just a stick poking out of the wall, with a slightly sloped floor but no division) is dangerously close to the toilet. So much so, that the shower curtain is hung the other side of it. Allows for multitasking, I suppose, though I hope I'm never THAT pushed for time.</p> <p>I'm also officially impoverished. I got £2779 in my bank account yesterday from the Student Loans Company. Sounds great, but £2064.80 of that is leaving straight away in rent. That's just for ONE TERM. The mind boggles. </p> <p>Ooh, I have chocolate cornflake cakes. And orange juice. I think a 37-minutes-past-1 snack is in order. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/09/29/dance-uni-dance-7058616/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-07-01:/2009/07/02/3-days-6434202/roisini2009-07-02T00:25:03+02:002009-07-02T00:25:03+02:00 <p>Till Alex is back from Faliraki. And I'm not freaking out as much as I thought, as I got a really nice text from him last night <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Last night we had our prom, and then we all went on to the club down the road. It was so much fun! I haven't ever danced so much in one night, though that might have been something to do with my discovery of Goldschlager shots earlier in the evening...48% alcohol, £2.20 a shot. Bargain. It'd be rude not to, really.<br> It would have been so much better if Alex was there though. For some reason my circle of friends seemed to include every single couple present, so I was stuck with a load of people drooling over each other (not that I wouldn't have done the same!) while I tried to cheerfully dance with the rare single ones. It was still really fun though. And there was a Scottish man dressed as a Viking who seemed to pick up on the fact that my friend's boyfriend is a pacifist-to-extremes and unlikely to hit him, and so was following her around.<br> Aren't I all growed up, discovering clubbing! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p>Ick. It's so damn hot. Usually I love the heat, but this morning I woke up feeling a little bit funny, my hearing still woolly (but clear enough to hear the sadistic man outside HAMMERING at 8.30 in the morning <img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt=">:XX" class="middle" border="0">) having had to share a bed with one of my friends and it was the most miserable morning I've had in ages! It was so hot, I was out of breath from sleeping!</p> <p>Oh crap. I have a concert tomorrow and I haven't played in so long. And we're doing Firebird, and I'm playing 1st horn, and I'm going to screw up the solo, and....<br> I think I'd better play for a bit now. Damnit.</p> <p>Also, I talk to much. Well, write too much. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/07/02/3-days-6434202/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-06-25:/2009/06/26/jacko-6392327/roisini2009-06-26T00:02:50+02:002009-06-26T00:02:50+02:00 <p>...But...I only just realised that I liked some of his music the other day!<br> And now the more insensitive of my friends are bombarding me with inappropriate jokes. Ah, the circle of life. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/06/26/jacko-6392327/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-06-25:/2009/06/25/oh-various-swear-words-6392062/roisini2009-06-25T22:56:28+02:002009-06-25T22:56:28+02:00 <p>My lovely boyfriend Alex is going to Faliraki on Saturday night and his phone's just exploded. He can't afford to buy a new one, and so he'll just be without a phone.<br><span> </span>As it's Faliraki, and three 18 year old boys, even though I trust him and I know he wouldn't cheat on me I can't help really wishing he would be just a text away, rather than a call-to-his-friend-and-request-to-talk-to-him away. Plus I know that his intentions are completely good, but I know how strong an influence his friends have on him; that's the only reason I'm nervous about his holiday, that they might tell him to forget about me as we're only together until we go to uni anyway and go for it with some random slag in a club.<br><span> </span>Ok, so the week between this and next Saturday my imagination will be running riot every evening. Like that ^</p> <p>Ooh but I'm so glad I've finished school for good now. I was shopping all day with my friend in Portsmouth and I'm completely knackered but it was good fun!</p> <p>Also, yesterday I discovered that sea + sun + sand + strawberries + boyfriend is a very agreeable combination. I also discovered that cherries + sand + sea is less so.</p> <p>I want to go to Japan.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/06/25/oh-various-swear-words-6392062/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-06-06:/2009/06/06/the-duchess-of-malfi-is-sitting-on-my-desk-judging-me-6251158/roisini2009-06-06T19:42:34+02:002009-06-06T19:42:34+02:00 <p>Fucksake, what is wrong with me?? I seem to be physically incapable of working today, when I have exams Tuesday and Wednesday and I'VE HAD ALL DAY TO REVISE!<br> I suppose psychologists might say I'm deliberately sabotaging myself. I say I need a kick up the arse.<br> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/06/06/the-duchess-of-malfi-is-sitting-on-my-desk-judging-me-6251158/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-06-06:/2009/06/06/2-weeks-6249297/roisini2009-06-06T14:04:07+02:002009-06-06T14:04:07+02:00 <p>...until I finish my exams! I actually cannot wait, not because I have any deep-seated loathing of 6th form, but because I get to read/write whatever I want over the summer. I haven't written in so long I'm almost scared to start again because it'll be so awful. I started a complete ad-lib thing last night, in a tiny notebook with a scratchy fountain pen at midnight (oh how poetic!) but I think I'll have to copy it onto the computer and do things to it before I can decide if it's any good.<br> My mum said something to me the other day that really made me worry: using online writing forums etc. could get you your work stolen. That had honestly never occurred to me before, mainly because I don't see anyone actually wanting to steal my ideas. But now if something's actually any good I might restrict it to WEbook.com, which is the only one with a decent policy for preventing that.<br> On the plus side though, I'll be able to read anything and everything I can get my hands on without the slightest hint of guilt. If this summer has the nice weather they're predicting, it could be the best summer ever. </p> <p>Oohhhh dear. It's already 2pm and I've done NO latin as yet today. Maybe I'll do some Ovid translation just to make sure I'm good and scared for the unseen exam on Tuesday <img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/06/06/2-weeks-6249297/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-06-03:/2009/06/03/pros-and-cons-of-summer-6231968/roisini2009-06-03T20:18:26+02:002009-06-03T20:18:26+02:00 <p>Ugh. It's so unfair. (Lol, I only get to use that phrase for one more year! It can only be used by teenagers.) </p> <p>I love the summer and I can't wait for exams to be over etc. etc. but what I really CAN wait for is uni. I mean, it's going to be amazing if I get in, and I really want to go, but it means breaking up with Alex for good and I absolutely hate that we have a time limit. The unfair bit is that I partially dread the end of school (everyone else can love it!) because then there will be no more stages before we have to break up, it'll just be the summer. And that is scary. </p> <p>I really do try my hardest not to think 'it's so unfair, everyone else gets to keep their boyfriend' because I know it's an individual thing and that it would be a million times worse to stay in a relationship falsely with one person not being 100% in with the idea, blah blah blah. But it's so hard to just accept it. I almost feel like we're chickening out. It just feels like a waste. Part of me doesn't give a crap how hard it would be or how sensible it is to split up, and it's hard to keep sitting on that bit of me and keeping it down. </p> <p>Anyway enough of that. I have English revision to do and my nails to paint and my legs to shave! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Ah summer. Sunburn and BBQs on scummy beaches and no more leaving my legs for weeks on end...not that I do, of course. That would be highly embarrassing.</p> <p>Ooh and I had my Latin unseen AS retake today (first exam - so it begins!!) and it wasn't that bad. Naturally, that means that I will have got a D or something. But my creative writing skills hardly made an appearance at all! For most of it I actually knew what it was on about! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/06/03/pros-and-cons-of-summer-6231968/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-02-26:/2009/02/26/yes-my-second-long-post-in-one-day-5655541/roisini2009-02-26T19:20:56+01:002009-02-26T19:20:56+01:00 <p>My leg hurts a bit. I just used my new epilator and actually it doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would. The turning thing is really scary the first time you turn it on and try and make yourself put it against your leg, but it's not as brutal as it looks or sounds. Despite the fact that it's a rotating barrel holding lots of tiny pairs of tweezers! I'm sure I'll get used to it. My skin went bright pink for a bit though.</p> <p>The sky is really odd at the moment. It's like a sunset but in black and white or something. The whole sky is just different shades of bluey grey, it looks really ominous. Maybe I've missed the sunset and it's actually getting dark xD</p> <p>I wish I had time to read the things I want to and write the things I want to. My mum was trying to get me to enter a writing competition, but I don't think I've had enough practice in the last couple of years in anything other than essays. If I had a couple of months when I didn't have to do any work, it'd be no problem. The other night I was trying to force myself to do my English Lit coursework and all I could think about was this really good idea I had for a story. I've forgotten it now, of course, before I could write it down.</p> <p>I also wish I wasn't so damn lazy. I need to do more exercise and it occured to me that I could go swimming - I already love swimming when I get the chance, and because everyone else can see how fat you are in your bikini it'd be a good incentive to lose weight. The only downside is that I'd have to pay to do it every time, because I'm not taking out a membership for the entirity of the Westgate leisure centre when I'll only be using the pool. And I'd have to get a lift, either all the way there or to the station.<br> Damn it! I need to stop thinking up excuses!</p> <p>I had the weirdest guy in my music lesson today. He's apparently thinking of becoming a teacher so he visited the school to see what it was like. Taz and I kept laughing at him though; not only did he smell of chlorine (at least I think it was him) but he had floppy hair and a receding hairline and he wore braces and did our listening paper in a really stupid way. He was one of those people that on first glance seem fairly nice and friendly but then really creep you out with their oddness. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/02/26/yes-my-second-long-post-in-one-day-5655541/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-02-26:/2009/02/26/sigh-5655532/roisini2009-02-26T19:19:44+01:002009-02-26T19:19:44+01:00 <p>I'm not even going to bother detailing the reasons of the fight Alex and I have just had. Suffice it to say that I don't think I've been that upset since I was little. He's said sorry now, as have I, and hopefully we'll be ok - having pretty much not even acknowledged my existence for two days, I think he'll be talking to me etc. tomorrow. I've been texting him and he sounds ok.</p> <p>Last night we basically thrashed it out on MSN. At first he was saying that I didn't deserve for him to even talk to me about it, and that he was being so extremely horrible to me because he wanted me to hate him so I'd know how he felt. But then I pointed out that I wouldn't hate him, I'd just get more and more upset. He went through a list of things about me that really piss him off, which made me feel just great, and called me a bunnyboiler for wondering why I'm never allowed to look at his phone and stuff. I suppose the good thing about MSN is that you can argue just as well when you're sobbing away to yourself!</p> <p>Anyway I didn't want to just write about that, because I'm trying to get over it now and he's apologised and said he doesn't stand by all the stuff he said.</p> <p>I actually used a free period for work earlier! It was amazing. I went to the IT room and finished my essay for Mrs Neame and handed it in - in a free! I dragged poor Ibby up there with me and she waited while I wrote the end of it. Alex went home at the end of break and just before he went I managed to catch him and say sorry for upsetting him. Although he was much harsher to me than I was to him, I did still have something to apologise for. It was good that I caught him because he said he was sorry too. But I was really rude to the chaplain who was trying to talk to me while sticking something on the door. I had to go after Alex so I just sort of went "er, yeah, hang on" and left. Honestly though, I couldn't believe he chose that moment to try and get me to go to mass tomorrow. It's my morning off, so he can dream on. I will be sleeping. (In fact, I'll be the one dreaming on. Oho. Do you see what I did there.)</p> <p>I miss Alex. It's weird missing someone when they're sitting 2 feet away from you. I'm not used to not being allowed to sit next to him, or hug him or anything. I couldn't even talk to him. Hopefully tomorrow it'll be better. It's ironic that he was finding it so impossible to forgive me for threatening to dump him - when I thought I had good reason to, and I was upset and confused - yet I'm forgiving him already for humiliating me and being cruel to me in front of other people. I guess some people just find it easier than others. Maybe I shouldn't forgive him so easily, but in my head I always just think that if someone's apologised and meant it, there's no point in holding a grudge any longer. </p> <p>Anyway, everyone has fights. Almost everyone gets over them. It won't seem so bad after a week or so. We just need to get our perspectives out of the moment. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/02/26/sigh-5655532/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-02-15:/2009/02/15/slight-valentines-depression-despite-a-lovely-date-5575751/roisini2009-02-15T02:19:05+01:002009-02-15T02:19:05+01:00 <p>I have to admit, I am quite impressed. Valentine's Day went off really rather well!<br> I went out with Alex, the original plan being to catch a film and then go bowling, then have dinner. But there weren't really any films we wanted to see, and the only one we could have seen started too late to allow us to go to our already-booking bowling slot. So we went for a coffee...but then had to leave as the cafe shut! So we went and sat in the car for a bit and just chatted. It was really nice just being that relaxed together; there wasn't any pressure to be doing stuff all the time like there is when you've not been going out that long etc. I beat Alex at bowling in both games, but only because I had the barriers at the side up. (There was a sign saying barriers are only meant for kids of 12 and under! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"> But I needed it...) After we ate, we had the Fun Saga of the Lost Car Key, which we eventually found to have been handed in at the bowling place. Even the stress of not having a key didn't really affect the general nice-ness of the evening. And then we hid out in the carpark near my house and chatted more. It was lovely <img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p>I hate the fact that I know come uni-time in the autumn we'll have to split up. I don't want to, because I know several couples that make it work fine long-distance, but Alex says it's stupid to never see each other and try and keep a relationship going, and obviously I know it could never work unless you're both committed to the idea. I'm trying to just ignore it and enjoy now, but there's always this thought in the back of my mind that there will be a time when I'm not allowed to just hug him or kiss him or cuddle up to him whenever I want. I hate it when people say 'make the most of it now' about things. How do you enjoy things more? I try to think of it as we're just going on an extended break; that's how he said it'll probably be, as we're not going to pretend we've just stopped loving each other overnight. We'll still be best friends. But I can't bear the thought of him with someone else, no matter how much I don't want to be in the way of what he thinks is best for himself. I'm not unselfish enough yet to be able to handle this with equanimity. </p> <p>6/7 months left. 6/7 months left. 6/7 months left. I keep telling myself that's a long time.</p> <p>Ok, sob over. I have to stop dwelling on all that! Jeez. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/02/15/slight-valentines-depression-despite-a-lovely-date-5575751/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-02-03:/2009/02/03/ugghh-5501869/roisini2009-02-03T21:17:37+01:002009-02-03T21:17:37+01:00 <p>Yawn. I don't know why I'm so bloody tired these days. Every morning I wake up to see my alarm clock happily telling me its 7.35 and I've overslept again. I think I should probably change the radio station to something more aggressive; Radio 3 doesn't exactly jolt you out of bed in the same way that Radio 1 or Planet Rock might. I'm too much of a coward, though; I've had the horrible experience once too many times of being shaken from my slumber by 50 Cent soundalikes! Maybe I'll just go back to the trusty old 'buzzer'.<br> What I actually meant to say, though, was that the Barclaycard slide advert is back in its full uncut glory! Including the squeaky library bit. I want a go! I hate it when they start cutting funny ads because they just assume you've seen them before. And going to school/work would be so much more fun if you took the water slide. In fact, I think it'd solve a goodly number of the nation's stress-induced health problems. Unless you're scared of slides, of course. But who has such a stressful job that they could actually get off the slide at the end of an exhilarating ride and still be in a bad mood?</p> <p>I'm beginning to feel really guilty because my somewhat chubby boyfriend - fastest consumer of an XL Bacon Double Cheeseburger ever - has started going jogging early every morning, eating fruit and joined a mixed martial arts class. Admittedly it's taken him a while to do it, but I called him fat a while ago (before you gasp in shock, he HAD just called me idiotgirl and tickled me mercilessly) so I can only hope I can take the credit for it all. I'm still eating pretty much what I like, though fortunately I don't fancy the chocolate hobnobs at the moment, and doing no exercise at all. I'm the best excuse-maker in all the land:</p> <p>1. I can't afford to join the gym/classes/buy a Wii Fit.<br> 2. Even if I could, I can't drive and I live in the middle of nowhere.<br> 3. Walking's not always an option as it is really dangerous - there's no path for a good third of the way into the village, and it's a scary road.<br> 4. I hate aerobics.<br> 5. Set and rep exercises make me feel sick because my blood sugar dips, and they also make me look like a fool.<br> 6. I give up way too easily/am very lazy.</p> <p>I am condemned to be not-fat-but-slightly-too-curvy for the rest of my days <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/02/03/ugghh-5501869/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-02-02:/2009/02/02/whose-mistake-was-richard-dawkins-5494141/roisini2009-02-02T19:23:40+01:002009-02-02T19:23:40+01:00 <p>...God's, or evolution's?</p> <p>I think I should really stop reading the paper. It just makes me angry. This time there is an appalling article headlined "Half of UK population 'believe in creationism' ". Now I am no theologian but I know perfectly well that the theories of 'creationism' and 'intelligent design' are two completely different things. I am sure that the most hardline of athiests would concede this. Half the UK population does not believe in creationism; this statistic is made up of the majority that think it likely that the universe had an intelligent designer rather than occurring purely by chance, and the minority who believe the Genesis account literally, which is the true definition of creationism.</p> <p>As the 200th anniversary of the birth of Charles Darwin approaches, the main point here is that these two groups of people, unceremoniously lumped together, are both under attack from Richard Dawkins. However, this is completely unfounded; intelligent design does not necessarily deny evolution, whereas creationism does. A fairly critical difference, you might say. The magazine <em>New Scientist</em>, for all its anti-religious sentiment, never makes this mistake - I read an article in it fairly recently differentiating clearly between the two viewpoints.</p> <p>Personally - though I am in fear of my life writing this - I do give quite a lot of credence to the intelligent design theory, being of Christian heritage. However I am not a creationist, and I think people who do believe the Genesis account to be literal are frankly quite silly. No offence meant, naturally.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/02/02/whose-mistake-was-richard-dawkins-5494141/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2009-02-01:/2009/02/01/quite-gobsmacking-5488996/roisini2009-02-01T22:56:21+01:002009-02-01T22:56:21+01:00 <p>Now there's a good word. Gobsmacking.</p> <p>I just saw in the paper that a nurse who is a Christian has been suspended for "attempting to force her Christian faith on others". The woman had merely offered to pray for an elderly patient. </p> <p>Everyone knows those hard-core evangelistic types; the guys with the placards with various combinations of the words "REPENT" and "NIGH" written on them. People who condemn others for not conforming to their own beliefs. That is what I would call attempting to force the Christian faith on others. Not this nurse's friendly and well-intentioned offer, no matter how much you disagree with her religion. </p> <p>I have people coming up to me in the street offering me literature about Hindu sects; I'm not going to report them for it, I just smile and decline. I don't feel forced, coerced or pressurized and a minute later I've forgotten all about it. Whoever decided to report this nurse - and those that suspended her - for something that is completely inoffensive and was meant kindly need to realise that this isn't even political correctness - it's completely absurd. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2009/02/01/quite-gobsmacking-5488996/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-12-20:/2008/12/20/right-5250526/roisini2008-12-20T16:57:53+01:002008-12-20T16:58:51+01:00 <p>I am DEFINITELY back now. That last dormant phase wasn't even shaken off by the "blog.co.uk misses you" email that should have shamed me back into action. The truth is, I've been shockingly stressed recently, to the degree that I couldn't even blog to help calm myself down half the time. And when I did it was on LiveJournal, because that's the one that I have tabbed on my browser!</p> <p>I got my rejection letter from Oxford earlier. Even though I know that just last year they rejected 10 thousand applicants who I'm sure were mostly very good candidates, it's not all that comforting. I was sure I didn't mind, and that I'll be perfectly happy going to King's College London (now my top choice) but it's just...it's Oxford. And I was there and spoke to them and had a chance and I didn't make it. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I also got turned down from the Royal Academy and the Royal College, though that was mainly because I'd had flu the week before and hadn't played, and I'm not sure they realised that I'd actually been running a fever and throwing up (lovely!) rather than just a bad cold. I have 4 offers from Reading, Nottingham, Warwick and King's, and a reserve offer from Trinity college of music - I just have to wait for them to tell me if anyone's turned them down and if they decide to give the place to me. They'd better do it soon though, as soon as UCAS register Oxford's decision they'll want me to accept KCL etc. It's such a stupid messy balancing act! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Anyway, in other news everything is good. The clouds have just broken up a bit so I can see a bit of pretty sunset-ness on them and I'm going to the cinema later with Alex. Oh, and I even know what I'm doing for my English Lit and Ancient History courseworks, which is amazingly organised by my standards. Hell, I was even rereading the text earlier.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/12/20/right-5250526/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-10-28:/2008/10/28/bluddy-l-4945492/roisini2008-10-28T16:05:20+01:002008-10-28T16:05:20+01:00 <p>I've neglected this site shamefully. It's mainly because - dare I say it - there's more action on LiveJournal so I usually write on there. And I've been massively stressed what with university applications, boyfriend trauma etc. (Mainly ok now, I hope.) I did have my birthday on October 21st, so I'm finally 18. I still got sent out of a pub because I hadn't brought my ID. Oh the shame <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Last night I didn't get to sleep till 3 worrying about Alex. He sounded so upset on the phone. I'm seeing him later and I hope it'll be ok. At least now I know he doesn't want to break up. That was my main worry but I'm still on edge. Fucking hormones, probably. </p> <p>Gracious Lordy Lawks a Mussey, it's 5 past 3 and I've not eaten yet today. No wonder I'm hungry. Must dash.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/10/28/bluddy-l-4945492/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-07-31:/2008/07/31/afterthought-4525012/roisini2008-07-31T15:03:21+02:002008-07-31T15:03:21+02:00 <p>Oh yes and I got a merit in my Grade 8 horn exam <img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" alt=":>>" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/07/31/afterthought-4525012/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-07-31:/2008/07/31/austria-4525005/roisini2008-07-31T15:01:44+02:002008-07-31T15:01:44+02:00 <p>I've just got back from tour, with West Sussex County Youth Orchestra. Overnight travel, 27 hours on the coach overall, for some reason passing through Austria, Germany, Belgium, Luxembourg and France. As far as I know that's not the most efficient way to to do it, but our coach drivers were not exactly the cream of the crop. We managed to get lost and do a half hour detour going back towards the town we stayed in, Villach, when trying to get to Slovenia for an evening concert. </p> <p>This tour was great in one way, because I made more new friends than I might have done in a smaller group - we are about 85, I think, which means there's always someone new to talk to - but on the other hand it also cemented my views about a certain percussionist, (who spent 3 hours yelling from the back of the coach, at least 75% of all his sentences containing c*nt, a***hole and other miscellaneous obscenities that weren't even amusingly deployed, and then shouted at my friends and I for talking quietly because he wanted to sleep) and also showed me how glad I am that I won't really be seeing a couple of people who have now left because they are too old. Unfortunately one of the leavers is actually lovely and I've only ever talked to him on this tour. It's a pity I won't get to know him or a couple of others any better. I did also make friends with a couple of people who are the same age as me, for once, and so won't leave before me. I tend to make that mistake quite frequently.</p> <p>We did go to some nice places, though our lake swimming was cancelled because the water was apparently dangerously cold. The best visit we made was to a big network of caves, and because I'm amazingly clever I can't remember where they were, but they were just beautiful. Huge stalagtites and stalagmites, and interesting passages that you're not allowed to go down, and vast open spaces that look a bit like Gothic cathedrals with ornate carving, except it's all natural, and an underground rivery lakey thing. After the 30 degrees outside the 8-2 degree temperatures were quite welcome. </p> <p>My only complaint about the hotel - the charming and traditionally Austrian Holiday Inn, *cough* - was that the bathroom was made of glass. Fair enough, you might think. But not when it's only tinted glass, not frosted, and the lights in there are the brightest in the room so it's like a spotlight on whoever's showering. Needless to say I showered in the dark. I did have a slight panic when our friend Sam came in and I was changing in there with the lights on, but we cunningly distracted him by saying "Hey, look at our view."</p> <p>Another highlight had to be our conductor - a generally reserved man - dancing on the bar in a club and flashing his chest at us. YouTube, methinks. Oh the blackmail opportunities.  <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/07/31/austria-4525005/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-06-29:/2008/06/29/steal-d-from-notbob-4381173/roisini2008-06-29T18:25:26+02:002008-06-29T18:25:26+02:00 <strong>You Are Punk Music</strong> <img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofmusicareyouquiz/punk.png" alt="" width="100" height="100"> You've thought long and hard about what mainstream society has to offer...<br> And you've pretty much decided that most normal things aren't for you.<br> You're creative, expressive, and likely to do things yourself. <br> You are a rebel and a fighter. You'll defend your point of view to anyone. <a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofmusicareyouquiz/">What Kind of Music Are You?</a> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/06/29/steal-d-from-notbob-4381173/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-06-17:/2008/06/17/damn-4329447/roisini2008-06-17T23:21:50+02:002008-06-17T23:21:50+02:00 <p>I always tell myself that Friday 13th is only unlucky if people believe it to be so. So I maintain that it's a lucky day, because if I say so it'll work that way, right?</p> <p>Friday. Biiig fuckoff argument with boyfriend.</p> <p>Hm. The only way I can see it is that it was lucky in that it did work out ok in the end and we're all right now. But then that's just sort of the badness ceasing, not an actively good thing. </p> <p>Hmph. I am quite disillusioned with my attempt at serendipity. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/06/17/damn-4329447/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-06-12:/2008/06/12/tagg-d-4308626/roisini2008-06-12T23:31:54+02:002008-06-12T23:31:54+02:00 <p>I got tagged..though not electronically, you'll be pleased to know.</p> <p>1. What I was doing 10 years ago:<br> 10 years ago I was at primary school, probably not doing very much.</p> <p>2. What 5 things are on on my to-do list for today (not in any particular order):<br> find a darned pianist for this music exam of mine.<br> try and cajole/pester my mum into actually sending off a cheque to pay the beginning of this new instrument I've got.<br> have the customary trivial argument with boyfriend.<br> write personal statement for UCAS application.<br> put clothes away that are currently languishing on my chair.</p> <p>3. Snacks I enjoy:<br> salt'n'vinegar anything, hot chocolate and hovis digestives, pain au chocolat, err...most other things that have either high quantities of E numbers or are otherwise very bad for you.</p> <p>4. Things I would do if I was a billionaire:<br> build myself a couple of houses, get a pilot's license (and plane!), get a couple of nice cars, maybe a horse, oh and lots of pretty clothes <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>5. Places I have lived:<br> London, Bury, Horsham, Itchenor, Amberley, Walberton</p> <p>I tag:-<br> Bearcub<br> Becky-Speyer<br> kevinwilson<br> Znethru<br> jackfrost </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/06/12/tagg-d-4308626/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-06-05:/2008/06/06/pain-4278686/roisini2008-06-06T00:33:53+02:002008-06-06T00:33:53+02:00 <p>My left hand is all painful and swollen up in the middle. The worst part is I didn't even hurt it doing something heroic, or in an accident. I wilfully beat up my left palm to gain all-important coins playing Mario Party on N64 earlier. Stupid painful minigames. Grinding your hand round and round on the analogue stick is the only way to turn it fast enough to win, but it also effing hurts. Three! Three turning games in a row! Where the hell are health and safety when they might actually be useful, eh?</p> <p>And why the hell am I blogging at 25 past midnight?</p> <p>Oh yeah. Because I don't have to get up tomorrow morning, because I've FINISHED MY EXAMS!! <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_cheeze.gif" border="0" alt=""><br>Until next year, that is. But that'll do for the present. It's a pity that you only appreciate sleep when you've finished doing it.</p> <p>Oh God I need to sort out my accompanist for grade 8. I was supposed to somehow contact her and ask her if she can do the day they've given me; being a teacher at school she might very well be teaching at 10am! Stupid Associated Board. Stupid hard exam that I actually have to practice for. Stupid Mozart writing stupidly hard horn concertos. Chris'll kill me for not ringing him back. <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/16cry.gif" border="0" alt=""> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/06/06/pain-4278686/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-05-24:/2008/05/24/title-4216228/roisini2008-05-24T15:30:41+02:002008-05-24T16:10:57+02:00 <p>So the main bulk of my exams are out of the way. Ancient History could have been a lot worse, except the last paper was a bit dodgy. Music was relatively good. So that's a relief.</p> <p>Now I'm on half term for a week, but I have to revise for Latin, on the 4th. Memorise exactly 275 lines of Virgil's Aeneid Book 12 and 16 hefty sections of Tacitus' Annals 1, in English but with close reference to the Latin, not to mention keep up all that vocabulary and make sure my grammar's in working order? Don't mind if I don't.<br> My teacher's faith in me is touching, but sadly misplaced. Don't know how I'm going to do it. I desperately need an A to make sure I can get an A next year to make sure I stand a half decent chance of university.</p> <p>On a slightly more immediate note, I'm REALLY HUNGRY but I can't go downstairs because I might have to talk to my bonkers aunt who's invited herself over again. I wish my mother would inform me of these things so I could stock up on provisions before she gets here. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/05/24/title-4216228/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-05-18:/2008/05/18/yawn-stretch-4190781/roisini2008-05-18T19:30:18+02:002008-05-18T19:30:49+02:00 <p>Goodness gracious me. Has it really been that long since I wrote? Long enough for me to get a "blog.co.uk misses you" email! Disgraceful!</p> <p>School is the best time of your life? I bloody hope not. On Wednesday I have two English Lit papers, and the day after that I have 5 exams in one day, comprising 3 hours' worth of ancient history essay writing and 2 music papers. Then after half term is 3 Latin exams in one day. </p> <p>My horn teacher said to me the other day that to get into music college I should be doing at least one hour and a half practice session a day, preferably 2. So I'm trying to build up my stamina but at the same time I HAVE EXAMS IN A FEW DAYS AND I'M GOING TO FAIL AHHHH<br> and then I won't get in anywhere anyway. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Today I also had a contest thing in Crawley with my brass band. Apparently (I didn't stay for the adjudication) we came 4th in the contest - as it's an entertainment thing and not just musical - but the adjudicators said that we were 2nd muscially. Not too bad, as we were the only youth band there. We managed to get the best soloist and best conductor/compere prizes too which isn't bad.</p> <p>MUST REVISE<br> MUST REVISE<br> MUST REVISE<br> MUST REVISE<br> zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.......</p> <p>So that's why I've not had so much time for scribbling. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/05/18/yawn-stretch-4190781/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-04-05:/2008/04/06/oooooh-4001017/roisini2008-04-06T00:09:04+02:002008-04-06T00:09:04+02:00 <p>I just remembered! I haven't said a word about my lovely trip to Greece except in my previous post. I'm sure that anyone reading this is now hanging on my every word and absolutely dying to read all about it... <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>We started and finished in Athens, going round (not necessarily in this order!) Delphi, Sounion, Epidavros, Corinth, Mycenae, Olympia and Tolon. The most beautiful places had to be Tolon and Sounion, just for being on the sea, but Delphi was pretty darn amazing too in the mountains. I got so much exercise it was ridiculous, walking up and down hills and mountains all over the shop, following my teacher Mr. Collins (who we have all decided is a Bionic Man) who never got tired. In Mycenae, the oldest site we visited, we went down into the 3000 year old water cistern cut into the rock. Completely pitch black but incredible. Of course, we had to run in the original Olympic stadium and sing Jerusalem - and then Bohemian Rhapsody, not sure why - in the theatre with perfect acoustics in Epidavros. We found wild tortoises in Athens and got rained on on the Acropolis, though that was the only day we had bad weather and it cleared up pretty fast. The rest was baking hot to us, though the Greeks were all wearing coats and no doubt thinking we must be from Siberia or something!</p> <p>It was incredible. Sod the Greek islands, give me archaeology any day. And of course it's great going with a group of people like that - all but one of my close friends were with me, so it was especially fun.</p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/04/06/oooooh-4001017/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-04-05:/2008/04/05/how-extremely-cliched-and-silly-4000960/roisini2008-04-05T23:49:49+02:002008-04-05T23:56:32+02:00 <p>...I am. I'm all happy and have been for the past 10 days now because I'm going out with a very nice lad called Alex.</p> <p>*beam*</p> <p>It was all a product of my Ancient History trip to Greece, where there was a big ruckus with a lot of the not-knowing-who-knows-what and you-can't-tell-soandso-this and basically the rather messy product of a lot of teenagers stuck on a very nice holiday and not having anything better to do than all get in a tizz with each other. Unfortunately I ended up becoming the communal box of tissues - to cry on, not to blow your nose on, I hastily add - while somehow managing to also be at the centre of the Ruckus. </p> <p>And Alex and I went up to the top floor of the hotel to talk through his side of things and a whole group of people marched off down the beach to look for us, convinced we'd gone missing. <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"> That was quite amusing.</p> <p>But yes. Trips are good for that sort of thing. You get to know people so much better so quickly. It's great<br> <img src="/img/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif" alt=":D" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/04/05/how-extremely-cliched-and-silly-4000960/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:roisini.blog.co.uk,2008-02-22:/2008/02/22/now_that_s_zoom_zoom~3766956/roisini2008-02-22T23:07:33+01:002008-02-22T23:08:07+01:00 <p>This week has gone disgustingly quickly. I'm on half term from 6th form and I'd swear I've only been off for 3 days but what do you know, it's almost Monday again. I love the way that no-one thinks "Ah, a week off. Let's give them a holiday." No, the rule is, "Ah, a week off. Let's cripple them with work and then bollock them if they don't finish it all." Obviously, because the only reason we have a h-o-l-i-d-a-y is to make more time to do work. Pah!</p> <p>The last day before half term started, I was informed that I had to do: 3 Ancient History essays, 1 detailed plan for my English Lit coursework, as much of my Music composition as I could humanly manage along with harmony work and practice for a recording, the date of which is yet to be revealed. Oh and I should really be learning Latin vocabulary and the subjunctive verb endings, not to mention reading the Aeneid and preferably chunks of Tacitus.</p> <p>*grumble, moan, whinge*</p> <p>And I'm going to get horribly beaten at Mario Party tomorrow at my friend's. <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/graycry.gif" border="0" alt=""> Oh the shame. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://roisini.blog.co.uk/2008/02/22/now_that_s_zoom_zoom~3766956/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>