Sunday, 27 February 2011

Way way way too extra-curricular.


Actually I've been back er...3 days now but 1 day of sleep plus 1 day at work leaves v. little time for coursework, so I've been kind of busy.

Still am kinda busy to be honest. So this isn't my proper "LOOK AT MY EPIC TIMEZ" post, this is just a compendium of miscellania that you may or may not find interesting.

Part One
I'm doing a qualification called the AQA Baccalaureate which is basically extra-curricular stuff that gets you UCAS points. I need 100 hours to qualify in the non-academic section, since the beginning of year twelve.

EVEN WITHOUT THE FIRST TERM, I still have 833.5 hours of extra-curriculars.
Which is why I've decided I do waaaaaay too much and I need to chill the frick out.

Part Two
I seem to be becoming quite...quotable.
First, Eleanor made me her quote of the week, which was exciting.
I feel famous.
P.S. I love you so much for that! Thankyou!!!

And then my friend S whacked me in her quotes for my stress-filled rant.

Note to self: be more nice and wordy on this blog. Stop talking gibberish.

Part Three

You may have seen this before, but I think it's fun so I'm doing it again. The rules go like this:

1 - Go to Wikipedia and hit random. The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to and hit random. The last four or five words of the very last quote of the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to flickr and click on “explore the last seven days” Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop or paint to put it all together.

5 - Your turn.

There you have it. I hope that's kept you adequately entertained :P

Saturday, 19 February 2011

The awkward moment when you realise exactly why you loved The King's Speech so, so much.

Note: if all goes to plan this post will publish whilst I'm NEW YORK. Sorry in advance if it screws up.

So, I'm currently watching the BAFTAs and the Kings Speech is essentially wiping the floor. And even though I'm all for the underdog in these situations, I honestly believe they deserve EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

That's not what I wanted to write about though.
Yes, it's a well-scripted, well-filmed, well-acted piece of cinematic brilliance but the sum of those parts doesn't quite make the whole, at least not for me.

By the end of the first scene of the King's Speech I was in ABSOLUTE BITS, something which continued throughout the film, and I think I've finally worked out why.

I have one helluva lot of sympathy for the trials and tribulations of King George VI.
I know that a stammer is a medically diagnosed condition and a much more obtrusive impediment than shyness but the barriers, the feeling always inadequate, the inability to speak because you know whatever comes out of your mind will be wrong wrong wrong.

That makes me sound self-pitying and horrendously whiny. But everyone has their thing, don't they? Even when you know it's stupid, there's something there holding you back and it is, genuinely, like someone has built a brick wall around you and there is literally no way of even moving a centimetre because...well because you can't can't can't.

First scene. First tears.
Anyway, that's why I think the film struck such a chord with me. And by God, that chilling moment where he says I have a voice!

That is my power moment.

So here's what I'm essentially trying to say. If you haven't seen The King's Speech, watch it. Now. I don't care how many federal, state or local bylaws you have to break to do it. DO IT.

Emma X

Thursday, 17 February 2011


Here is a video. I've scheduled this post. So technically, I'm in a plane right now.

Edit: I am essentially a fail at life, technology and specifically scheduling posts. I'm not on a plane. I'm on my sofa. But I will be on Thursday. K? :D

In other news, I was cleaning out my room the other day and I found a tupperware containing this:

About three months ago, it was plain pasta.

And with that pleasant thought in mind, I bid you adieu! See you in a week!

Monday, 14 February 2011

This is a really horrible photo,
but still, I have a question for you all.

Followers, will you be my Valentine?

Happy Valentine's (and/or Singles Appreciation Day) to you all!

Sunday, 13 February 2011

I know I post too often and too irrelevantly but this is so lovely it makes my heart want.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.

This is credited to someone called "Rosemary Urquico," who I literally cannot find on the internet at all. Anyway. It's here now.

Saturday, 12 February 2011

You know my bad TV addiction?

Guys...this post is essentially me rambling about the sci-fi TV show Outcasts...if you don't watch it you will find it INCREDIBLY BORING. So I won't be offended if you don't R&C :)

I figured I'd mention it...because opinion seems to be split on whether or not Outcasts was worth the hype or not.

If you didn't know, Outcasts is basically the Beebs new sci-fi type's probably aimed at an older demographic than something like Doctor Who or Merlin but it's that kind of thing. It's a dystopian type thing: basically, the old Earth has crumbled into bits and the survivors have fled to a planet called Carpathia.

Which, as they later explain, is the ship that took in most of the survivors off the Titanic.
Not enough lifeboats.


Anyway, essentially, I liked it in a "this is kind of terrible but I'll forgive the occasionally clunky dialogue and the slightly cliche characters if you will."
One thing that I really liked was the dynamic between Cass and Fleur (aka the ones above.) 
Not just because I'm an easy target for an obvious ship, but because I can already see there's going to be SERIOUS tension, because Cass has clearly done a lot of things in his past that he's not proud of, whereas Fleur is very much the idealist.
But at the moment they're tension free and adorable which is always good news. 

 Taken from the Beeb's official site.

And I know people are pissed off that they killed off Jamie Bamber (aka semi-famous man-candy) in Episode 1, but I really don't think Episode 2 really suffered from a lack thereof.
Partly because I actually think Jack is really fit, and there's certainly a scope for character development there too. And partly because I wasn't all that interested in Mitchell-Carina-Linus anyway.

Plot wise...I'm really interested to see what Tipper Malone will end up doing. He does keep popping up, so evidently he's going to integrate himself further into the show at some point.

I'm also placing bets on Cass being a leader at some point...because of his surname. Cromwell, aka Oliver Cromwell, aka the leader of the Roundheads (anti-monarchists) in the English Civil War back in the way back when. And given the Carpathia reference and Linus reciting Blake poetry over and over again, I'm pretty sure the series was written by someone with a uni degree and mountains of general knowledge to burn.

Speaking of Tyger, Tyger, good LORD but that was clicheed! No doubt it'll come back to bite them on the butt, and I won't care, because children reciting text is so overdone I can't help but cringe.


Oh, and Ros from Spooks was there too. 

Rambling is what I do best, guys. Sorry.

Emma x

Friday, 11 February 2011

Blankety blank.

Thanks Lauren!
Yes, I'm filling in the blanks today. I feel the need, what can I say. The theme is guilty pleasures...and I have many :)

1.   The TV show/website that I watch/read that I would be embarrassed to tell anyone about is: oh God, you don't even know how much embarrassing crap I watch. I still read dodgy teen fiction when I got the opportunity. I love Rachel Caine's Morganville Vampire books, for example. Not that I've had time to keep up to date with them, which is sad. I watch the worst TV in the world: Outcasts, Primeval, Doctor Who, even the odd episode of Star Trek. And I read webcomics online. Oh, and I'm a Harry Potter addict until the end of time, but really, who isn't?

I do nerdy things but I'm not ashamed of them :)

2.  An item of clothing that is worn and torn but that I love far to much to throw away is: SO MUCH. I've got lots of old stuff I can't bear to throw away, even though its wrecked, too small and out of fashion. Hoarder fo'life.

3.  My grocery store impulse buy is:Well, I don't do the weekly shop but I supply myself lunch, and I can never, NEVER say no to lemon and coriander cous cous. Bit of boiling water, whack it in a mug and stir it, and you're sorted.

Cous cous I love you, you are my life.

4.  Something I do at work to pass time that I wouldn't want my co-workers to know about: PORN. No, I'm kidding. Obviously at college there's nothing I wouldn't want my friends to know about...teachers, on the other hand...let's just say my shocking Tetris habit is proving destructive to my academic career and leave it at that.

5.  One thing in my life that I could give up, but never will is: the saps my time, is a tool for procrastination and probably the reason I'm not holding a Cambridge offer right now, but I literally cannot give it up. It's like giving up a duvet or something. Bad times.

6.  A little indulgence that I have is: Diet Coke. One can every evening, chilled in the fridge...the little "crrksh" as it opens is the best noise ever.

7.  The junk drawer/area in my house is: My bedroom is one, big cupboard. I exaggerate not. It's like, bed...stuff. There's no floor. Because I don't spend any time in my room anyway. In fact, here's a picture from last summer (it's worse now, believe it or no.)

Today I had a bottle of pepsi from the vend at school,
Then we went to Nandos and abused the refillable drinks system.
Then I went to the pub with my fam and had another pint of coke.

So that's 7.05585196 pints of (albeit diet) coke today.
Yes, I am just that healthy.

This has been a post. I know blanky things are a bit of a cop out, but hey-ho.


Wednesday, 9 February 2011

My name's Emma and I'm a fussy eater.

This is a long list of things I won't eat. You don't have to read it, it's just to point out HOW MUCH STUFF I DON'T EAT.
- Sandwiches, unless they're shop-bought and refrigerated.
- Salad with anything red in it.
- Mushrooms, any type.
- Nuts in stuff. Nuts on their own are a-okay.
- Anything minty
-Peppers, any sort
- Any chunks of tomato bigger than my little finger nail.
- Anything with coconut in, EW.
- Cheese, unless it's mild.
- Fish that tastes fishy.
- The skin of anything.
- Any chicken that isn't pure white and non-bitty.
- Sandwich meat. Especially not ham, bleh.
- Any vegetables that aren't peas, carrots or sweetcorn.
- Mash with lumps in.
- Fruits in savoury dishes - raisins, dates and cranberries, I am looking at you.
- Shellfish, prawns and sushi.

Okay, basically? If it's not chocolate or carbs I won't eat it.
Forever a fatty.

Well wasn't that interesting?
In other news, I've changed my layout. You like? I like. My header is finally a non-ridiculous size, if nothing else!

Emma x

Friday, 4 February 2011

Things that are cool, not cool, and fair to middling.

Things that are cool.
  • Thinking you have 15 followers, and you look and realise you have 23.
  • Finally getting your America hoodie...and having spazzes because IT'S SO SOON GUISE.
  • York Uni, and the fact that goose poo is green (who knew?!)
This is actually York Uni and actually a goose.
  • Also what I am currently watching, Alleviate on Got to Dance. I'm biased because they're a friend of a friend, but BLOODY HELL. If you get a chance in a few days time, Youtube Alleviate I Love The Way You Lie or something, because bah, so good! Actually, just watch Got To Dance. So. So. Sick.
Things that are not cool.
  • Failing my driving test. 
  • Still only having 23 followers since September 2008. Quantity over quality though, right? :)
  • My fingers smell like garlic because I've been cooking...again! I'm so domesticated at the moment :/
  • People I know knowing I have a blog! Weird times. Weird, weird times.

Edit: I found Alleviate! The beginning is missing. But there you go.

This has been a ramble. I'm going to do some kind of crazy vegetarian comparison shit at some point. Probably on Sunday. I'll explain why then. Mk? Good. Bye :D

Emma x