Yearn

Forgive me.

Today I bought 3 new nail varnishes because they were on offer and I needed a new navy blue anyway.

They are Barry M and they are 292 Navy, 299 Racing Green and 302 Fuchsia.
This set me considering the names of my other nail varnishes.

I'm feeling indulgent and while videos load and I wait for people to post on tumblr I'm going to look through my collection.

Black - Max Factor - 87 - Ebony

Pink/Orange (It's iridescent and both.) - Stay Perfect - 90 - Taffeta

Purple - Rimmel London (Wear Maxx) - 405 - Fantasy

Green - Hot Look - 9 - Catwalk

Purple - Virgin Vie - 2231 - Russian Velvet

Gold - Rimmel London (Lycra Pro) - 431 - Gold Infusion

Clear - Rimmel London - Nail Rescue (Not worth including)

Orange - Bourjois - 92 - Orange Etincelle

Red - Virgin Vie - 3759 - Glitzy Glam

Yellow - Go Cosmetics (this one stains, I got it on the market) - Go Shade 04

Red - Miss Sporty (Lasting Colour) - n/a

Pink - Miss Sporty (Quick Dry) - n/a

Sparkles - No7 - 03 - Sparkling Silver

Blue - Rimmel (Lasting Finish) - 262 - Fuel

Burgundy - Natural Collection - name and no. have rubbed off the label

Red - Bourjois Paris (1sec per nail) - 8 - no name

Clear - Virgin Vie - Glossy Top Coat

Peach - Virgin Vie - Protective Base Coat

Green - Glo Baby Glo! - Limelight

Silver - Icing - 0302

That was just for me wasn't it. 

:D

Yaxley

After finishing off the few tissues in the boxes in James' house I have since used a whole loo roll to catch my sneezes.

Refreshing to be ill isn't it? NOT!

On Thursday, James' Birthday, we went to Liverpool for a Cafe Rouge lunch and Scott Pilgrim. I failed to find any jeans that fitted in the shops we looked in too. (The situation on jeans is dire. All of my pairs now have holes in them.)

We've spent the last few days mainly inside the house because the weather has been pretty dire and we didn't want to spend much money.

I had inspiration for next term's art project (finally!).

This is a bad and quick blog post because my ability to string together words is hampered.

Meh.

Yatter

I haven't yet told you about our day trip to Chester. On Monday we hopped on the train from Garswood with a "saveaway" for only £4.50 and rode the 40 minutes into Liverpool.
We then hopped onto the train to Chester but stopped and got off at Bebington so we could walk through Port Sunlight to the Lady Lever Art Gallery.
I must say it was an odd experience. There were too many vases and plates and everything was a bit overwhelming. However, it was still a worthwhile experience.
On the walk to and from the train station we could smell apple pie. It was such a good smell.
Anyhoo, we waited around for the train that would take us to Chester.

There are still rhinos in Chester by the way. We saw an extra 4 that we hadn't seen last time even though we weren't even actively looking!

I digressed! Once we got to Chester we headed into town to procure food, this being about 1 o'clock.
However, as I mentioned in my last blog, we had decided that the next Primark we saw we'd get James the converse-like-shoes in turquoise. That we did, and some navy ones too! Bargain.

Wilkinsons did not have sandwiches.

We went in search of a Greggs but could not locate one for far too long. It was well after 2:30 by the time food was consumed. If you were wondering, although you probably aren't, I had a very tasty chicken and sweetcorn baguette.

James was craving some sort of pudding but as we had moved on from Greggs by then and were not particularly craving a slightly overpriced cake from a tea shop we headed to what I recalled might be an area that could possibly have had a Tesco.

"By the Shakespearian Rhino!" I stated as I tried to help James remember where we were heading.

It was a Tesco. We bought some mini donuts for £1 and I bought "The Boat That Rocked" on dvd. I took great pride in fishing out my little clubcard thing that I never get to use because there is no Tesco in Lancaster.

We walked around the walls fully during our day and visited a few other shops just because we could. Heading back to James' house for about half 6 or 7. (I'm not sure.)

On Tuesday we stayed in, watched The Boat That Rocked, which is fantastic and read and cuddled the cats and other such things. It rained a fair amount so we were very content to be inside.

Today we also stayed in. We decided yesterday the 2hr train ride to get to Southport wasn't worth it to not actually do much when we were there. Instead we watched The Big Lebowski. What a strange film. We only recorded it because of that advert that we saw at the Uni cinema 3 times a week! Live more like the dude?
"That rug really tied the room together, did it not?"

PLUS it had Seymour in it. I will always call him that even though his name is Steve Buscemi.

We've whiled the rest of the day away in a typical summer fashion, eaten pineapple and biscuits and chicken wrap sandwiches and stirfry.

Maybe tomorrow will be more adventurous? James is 20 tomorrow, that's a bit scary!

Talk soon, adios!

Yesterday

Saturday 4th September consisted of me waking up at James' very very warm. His room is small and it's got the cupboard with the boiler in and I was extremely and thoroughly warm.

We were lucky enough to be able to cadge a lift from his parents to Newton-le-Willows so that we could get the train to Manchester. (This way it cost WAY less in both time and money.)

Due to my ineptitude to read signs and James' willingness to follow me, we walked all the way to Manchester Museum instead of Art Gallery. However this was not a bad move as we marvelled over Egyptian carvings/items, were a bit grossed out by the mummy of this strange lady, and stumbled into a CURRENCY EXHIBITION.

I haven't blogged enough about my currency project and that is because I've been woefully slow and getting started on it. I've got all these ideas and plans but I need to get into motion. When I get home on the 12th it'll be late but on the 13th, the Monday, I will KNUCKLE DOWN. (It needs caps, it just does.)

After that jaunt we continued onward to the Whitworth where there was an exhibition about sexual wallpaper and some landscapes/seascapes/skyscapes. Oh, and a wooden sculpture-like wall piece which was rather intriguing. There was also a video piece of some children clambering all over a neglected piece of sculpture in Peterlee.

Wandering back towards the station, in the direction of the Art Gallery, we stopped for food. I say we, James was sure we were going to find a Wilkinsons so only I got a sandwich at the first Greggs. We wandered around the more central shopping area of Manchester passing many a Greggs, some live music, an Apple store and, wait for it, a shop that was being fitted to be a Wilkinsons. Instead we went to the Tesco Express and James had a meal deal from there.

Primark was our next stop, just to have a look. Mainly we were on a mission to find some new canvas shoes for James as his actual converse got holes in them after less than a year. The standout pair were some deep turquoise ones which James pondered over and couldn't quite decide if he could "get away with them". In the end we decided that when we go to Liverpool within the next few days he might get them there instead. Other than that hightops were the only black/white option. To which James notably said, "I don't think I'm at that stage in my life."

Manchester Art Gallery had a sweet children's interpretation/interactive quality with information about Greek mythology so that made our experience there fairly enjoyable. Although the exhibitions that I thought we'd be able to see seemed to be closed for "fitting".

Back on the train it was to return to Chez Schorah.

On the flipside (am I allowed to say that?) today was a lovely relaxed and lazy day. Although this afternoon we did go on an hour (and 10 mins!) walk out to James' old school area and back, on the routes he used to walk.

I feel I've written a lot. James is currently playing Golden Sun. Mum is on skype. All is well.

Xiffle (September will be better for blog titles)

Seeing Scott Pilgrim yesterday, going out for an amazing meal with my family and being interviewed for the local radio at a kitting exhibition put me back on track. Dragged me out of the funk that was caused by Mockingjay.

(The above was written on Saturday morning.)

It is now late Sunday and I've since read a fair amount of Art History, been "out on the town" with Jen, Ross and Laura (GOSH MUSIC IN BARS/CLUBS IS SO BAD!) and been out to Belsay Hall to look at the art that is there. All of it was/is based on scale and it was very refreshing.

I'm very tired, you're not going to get much sense from me. I'm in the sort of mood that only cats on youtube can quash.

Instead I watched Wu-How on iPlayer with Haze, talked to James and listened to DoftheG.

xpectations

I know the blog title is a fail.
I don't know how to respond.
I've read a book that I think is very very good. Disturbing, heartbreaking, thought provoking.
It seemed real, I was wrapped up in the world it projected.
I didn't enjoy reading it.
I was on edge.
It was 1984 and Lord of the Flies and like those books and films and ergh.
My brain cannot function yet.
I want to do something else and I can hear Hazel playing her uke and it's so happy.
I could play Portal but the way GLaDOS controls Chell is too close to comfort right now.
I could watch South Park but the cheery colours and their unrelentingly bad taste plots would grate on me, make me cringe and it would all seem so trivial.
I could go downstairs and try to lose myself in some old Glee episodes like I did at lunch and tea (my only breaks from reading) but that would also seem nonsensical.
I could watch a film. I could work on my currency. I could catch up on daily drawings I have been too lazy or tired or busy to do (there are only 2 old ones missing from Edinburgh, promise). I could listen to music so loud that I drift into the past. (This morning I sang so loud to Transvestite by the Shooter Whores - a band that were integral to my life from 13-16).
There is a small niggle inside me that means every time James' internet crashes I feel just a little bit like it's a conspiracy. I don't think I'll feel entirely right until I've let James read the book. Until I've read some other fiction.
I don't know.

Going to tumblr to look at pretty, nerdy pictures. Going to sit in silence except for Haze's uke, going to wait  until it sinks in, until my stomach settles. Going to sleep it off and wake up in the morning and get on with life.

from Liz.

XING

I received a Harry Moon t-shirt today as my DFTBA Records mystery t-shirt. I gave it to Hazel.
I completed my assigned reading for today, and have read and watched a lot of internet things.

I've watched an old episode of Skins, the one where Chris gets and loses his job as an estate agent . It was so sad to watch. I miss the old cast.

Mum has made biscuits and they are amazing.

I had a big sad period of time when I found out that Esther died in the early hours of the morning.

D: She will be in my prayers.

I painted a version of a Nerdfighteria Island for my currency.

I don't have much to blog about to be honest.

It's still too long for my liking until I see James again. *sigh*