I was dancing...yeah!

I got to go dancing! I text a friend of mine, and they were going to the infamous Baron's (seen Twin Town? It doesn't look like that inside now, mind.) so I went too. We danced non stop, the music was cheesey, the floors unbelievably sticky, and the all inclusive alcohol flowing from the own brand bottles, so a real classy night out. I had a great time! You know you're in Wales when it's 1.30am, you're in a club and the Stereophonic's 'A Thousand Trees' is playing and everyone knows the words. I actually think Kelly Jones single handedly boosted Wales' university applications. (I'm a good girl so I checked out the courses...that's not to say I never had a ginormous crush on Kelly.)
Today we are going to the beach and getting ready to leave Wales tomorrow. I'm pretty much packed. Not going to be great fun, but it's one of those things I guess. Back Wednesday.

it never rains but it pours...

So the seminars are over for another fortnight. Next time, I'll be giving two presentations. But real news is that one of Charley's sisters died. She was fourty-nine and smoked, ate mostly fry ups and did no exercise. Diagnosed with depression too late she pretty much stopped living after their parents died and lost her job. Her twin died a couple of years ago after a long battle with cancer. Lasy year she was put into a nursing home - having never left home, one of her sisters looked after her but it was too much pressure.
I met her several times, and it was a lot of stress for Charley visiting her because as he says 'it was all self-inflicted'. Last time I saw her she was begging the doctor to put her out of her misery. The funeral's on Tuesday, so we're going down to Kernow next week. It's sad, but all she wanted was to be with her Mum and Dad.
Also Bethan fell down our stairs yesterday. I was reading in bed and I heard a crash and she shouted for me. Her elbow was painful and swollen immediately. I put a sling on it badly and drove her to casualty. Fortunately it wasn't broken but the sac around the joint had burst, causing the immediate swelling. She's on painkillers and in the sling for a week. Our stairs are pretty trecherous, must ask landlord for a handrail.
The gym was actually quite good! It has these machines where you can plug in headphones and watch TV! I went on the rowing machine on too high a resistance and pulled loads of my weak muscles so I'm waiting for them to heal a bit before rowing again.
Anyway, after all that, I wouldn't mind going to a particularly cheesy club tonight for a dance. Whether I can find anyone to go with me is another matter, my taste in cheese is even cheesier than most!

Denial? Deterrance? Doing some reading?

So the seminar went ok today; they usually do. It's always the boys though! One presentation and they're straight in there - blindingly obvious they've done no reading on the subject - yet feel they can criticise. Makes me giggle, especially when I know they're talking bollocks. Which is what I will probably be doing tomorrow, as I have not done enough. But I did swim a kilometre though. (Sounds good, huh? 20 lengths of the National Pool for Wales - kilometre.) And, picked up prescription sunglasses. I am a habitual glasses wearer due to my right eye being generally rubbish. Left one - fine. I could wear a monocle. (Spelling?) I did actually only have one contact lens. So it's very exciting news that finally my fear of hitting something while driving due to being blinded by the sun can be laid to rest. (I'm a shortarse you see, and those visor flap things are no assistance.) And Penny informs me the glasses are very glam. Double whammy.
Tomorrow; seminar - America is an Empire. Discuss. And gym induction. I hate gyms on the whole but there is some serious toning needed, and swimming, although I love it, involves the whole hassle of getting wet. It means I have to wash my hair, and as I have a policy of washing my hair twice a week at most (to maintain healthiness, natural oil and scalp balance; and reduce the amount of times I can dry and straighten it) makes it a bit inconvenient. Plus I love beating boys at leg press. (I've been cycling a lot recently. You have been warned.) I'm probably nowhere near as strong as I was when I played hockey though - I miss it, but can't face the AU, team bonding and Saturday matches. Or the cheerleaders. Oh god! So hopefully the gym and I will be friends, but there were a whole lot of skinny people down there today, not to mention the jocks.
(If you weren't bored by all that, you're a very special person.)
p.s Beware the Lists. They will be arriving soon.

Back again! Don't worry, the novelty will wear off soon, I'm sure. I managed to finish the chapter on Threats (ominous isn't it? I think that's the idea) but have still got two articles to read tonight. (I'm an obsessive list writer, so I know everything I have to do.) My to do list is still rather full today, but I learnt how to do the pictures on this thing, and got a fabulous vegan gingerbread recipe from the Vegan Lunchbox blog, so you can't say I've completely wasted my time.
Talking of vegan, it's been nearly 4 and a half years since I gave up dairy and eggs, having never eaten meat in the first place. Considering I'm 20, that feels like a long time! But I can't imagine my life any other way. Tea tonight; Cheatin' Turkey Roast slices with steamed vegetables (mangetout, broccoli, runner beans and carrots) with miso gravy. Followed by soy custard and banana cake which my other flatmate, Bethan, made. Very full now, I'm using 'time of the month' as an excuse to pig out. Again.

photographic moans and academia calls

Quite why uploading a picture was so difficult I do not know; however, I'm hoping I've cracked it now!
Anyhow, it's Monday, and it's a Seminar Week here at Swansea University. Sounds fun, huh? ('not really, Anna, no...') Well, it is, but there's a lot of preparation before you go. I have no presentations to give this time, but that doesn't mean I don't have to do the reading for them...and some of it is really boring, or just difficult. So I'm procrastinating a bit, but I'm a student, right? I shouldn't even be awake now! I guess I'd better finish that chapter on Nuclear Deterrance and international threats...ooh! I feel all clever now!

now will you publish??
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So...do I look like a people person?

do I look like a people person?
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First blog...

So this is blogging? I've on and off kept a diary for most of my life, so I guess this is simply a more public and technological upgrade from a book with a rubbish lock. So, introductions!
I'm Anna. I study at Swansea University, and have come back from a stupidly hetic weekend in Bristol. I go there a lot because my partner lives there, and we saw lots of friends, which was great, even though most of them seem to be moving/travelling/breaking up/making a whole load of tramatic changes (delete as appropriate, friends!) and went to the benefit gig for the hunt sabs. It finished pretty late; I had dragged my poor flatmate Penny over to go shopping and to the gig and we were all exhausted by the time we got home. We drove back to Wales today; the weekend was way too short.
I also wanted to try to explain the title here - it is, sadly enough, from a song by Feeder. It is a phrase stuck on my wall, and last year, feeling the spring fever (I think; anyway, I was fed up with winter) I realised that I'm doing ok. I'm where I want to be, and I have the opportunity to attempt to do the stuff I'd like to do. But not all dreams are good ones. In all honesty, my dreams are usually just plain wierd. But it's the thought which counts.