Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.

The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.

Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Experimental cooking

What do you get if you cook peppers, onion, mushrooms and egg in a frying pan?  

I don't know but it's pretty tasty! I used a bit too much onion though, considering I don't really like it. Even after more than two years practice it's still really hard to get portion size right when I'm cooking.

 Woke up this morning to find my first Christmas card had come through the door. That's a bit too enthusiastic for me. Or maybe it just makes me feel guilty because so far the grand total of Christmas cards I've made is none. It's from the lovely old lady on the ground floor (not the one who looked down her nose and asked if I was in the right sound), I wonder if she's written one to everyone in the sound. I would like to but I don't know anyone else's name! Except Rachel of course.

  I had such a lovely dream last night. It was kind of sad to have to wake up from it.

  Last night our lecturer took everyone to the pub and bought us a drink. I would have appreciated it more if the drink hadn't been wine so I could have had one, but it's the thought that counts! It was at Oran Mor, which is a converted church that has a blue halo round the spire and I've wanted to go there since I first saw it, so I guess he gets some points for taking us there. 

  A few of us were on the brink of leaving and then we just randomly decided to go to the cinema. We got chips and gravy on the way, which was an absolutely gorgeous treat. I love the way things taste better when you hardly ever have them! Anyway the flim was the girl who kicked the hornets nest. It's a very intense film, but what actually struck me most was how strange it was to hear Swedish again. I had forgotten about the little things that we just don't have in English, like inhaling to mean 'yes'. I really want to go back again!

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Monday, 22 November 2010

Mustache Monday

Today, to commemorate/celebrate the last workshop of this semester, we had Mustache Monday! Everyone met up in town before workshop, then we bought some really cheap stick on mustaches and put them on before heading to uni. We got some seriously weird looks and a few comments, but it wasn't as embarrassing as I thought it would be. The worrying thing is, mine looked natural. I wish I'd had my hair down today coz I swear I just looked like a hairy man. 

 Last night I had a third dream about someone on my course. I wonder if I should be worried that he's showing up so often. I don't think I'm attracted to him; a few times I've felt a very protective urge towards him, but it felt more kind of mothering than fancying him. I dunno. He, also, has shown no preference for me so I don't think I really need to worry about it.

 One day I will find my ginger Scotsman.

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