As promised.

Exams are over. I'm a free woman. This is currently what I look like. Well, minus the slight look of homicidal mania.

Pleased as punch!

So, I've been promising a proper post for ages now and I figured there's no time like the present (plus I have a small hole in my normally full social calender). I'm still getting over the fact I no longer have to study, It's such a wierd feeling. I keep experiencing waves of guilt about not pouring over the notes that I've already thrown out. I am assured it will pass in time.

I am faced with the pleasant prospect of a long summer holiday not doing very much with my life at all. There are a million things the I could be doing but I can guarantee that I won't do them so I'm not even going to attempt anything that could be construed as productive. I intend to fill my time with the watching of TV, reading of books and chilling with the occasional unlucky friend.

Right. I'm going to get down to the business of pretentious post writing rather than waffling about my life.

London. Capital of England. Home of black cabs, Westminster, and the Queen. Metropolis. May as well be a million miles away from rural North East England where I'm currently stuck. Now, you have to understand the London and I are not best buddies. We have a bit of a personality clash. I find London vulgar, dirty and rude. There are far too many people and I just can't warm to it. London finds me small, insignificant and out of my depth. You can see why we don't get on. I prefer medium sized pretty places, like Cambridge (win!). This relationship with London is something The Best Friend and I disagree on. She loves the damn place.

This being said, I have a few friends and acquaintances in London. I keep in touch with them via the wonderful,  worldwide meeting place that is Facebook.  I read their status updates with interest. They always seem to be doing something fantastic. Like seeing Mumford And Sons in Hyde park. Or going to Wimbledon and seeing Nadal the dreamboat. Or watching the Graham Norton Show live. They get all of these fantastic opportunities because they live in London, where things happen, rather than in Northumberland where they don't. It simply isn't fair.

The preferential treatment of London always irks me. Listening to the national radio stations, such as Radio One, the give traffic reports for London, tell you of events happening in London. It's all about London. London. London. London. In London they think that Yorkshire is north. Heck, they practically think that Birmingham is north. These places are hours south for me. Hours. In a car. With my family. They are NOT Northern. They also seem to think that things that occur in the north are not worth reporting. Northern cities are not worth visiting. Again, simply not fair.

Now I understand that London is the centre of politics in the country and home of the royals seemingly anyone else of note but does that mean that the North can be ignored? It takes me 6-7 hours to get to London in the car. I can't travel to the entertainment and I don't see why the entertainment can't travel to me. Seriously  Next year can we hold Wimbledon in Newcastle? (wait second....doh!)

Anyhoo. Rant over. you can all go back to your lives now.

 Love and kisses x

ps. New glasses are great, can see again. hurrah.

The final push.

Well hello there my beautiful young chickens. No, I'm not drunk, simply in fine fettle this glorious day. The end is in sight. By Monday afternoon I shall be free from the daily grind of school. The culmination of 14 years of full time education. Shocker. Only one more little physics based exam to plough my way through. The final push. The last time over the top.

Who I am I kidding? I've got all of this to look forward to this time next year...Although, I suppose I can't complain. Next years is self inflicted education. YAY! 

Also, I just got new glasses wanna see? No? Tough. My blog; my rules. 

I shall be able to see again!

Look! Pretty glasses! 

Anyhoo, I again apologies for the relative crappyness of this post. Normal service will be resumed after Monday.  

All my love and sloppy kisses xxxx

Hello Google.

I've just checked my audience statistics (It's not as vain as it sounds, I've only just worked out how to do it and I'm quite excited). I noticed that quite a lot of my traffic was coming from Google. I checked this out and I've discovered that if you image search "man eating cucumber" or "procrastination monster" my pictures come up linking to the blog!

I really do promise to get back to proper posting after Monday.

Also, hi Tom.

Speaking of fish.

I was alarmed to walk in from work and find my dinner looking at me....

(after exams I promise I'll write a proper post rather than these ridiculous mini posts....)

Rain.

I apparently spoke too soon. Gutted. :-(

Sun.

Apparently it's pissing down with rain everywhere in the UK. I would just like to point out that it is beautiful and sunny here in the North East. Honest. Not that I can enjoy it seen as I'm still stuck in the middle of exam turmoil. Still, only 10 days left and it's all over. Hurrah!
Just wanted to rub the sun in your faces. Like this:

Fish.

The Best Friend has been nagging me to write another post. So I'm going to write about fish. I have a friend who has two fish, Perry and Bubbles. Recently I was "revising" round at her house and I remarked that the fish food she feeds her fish is made from, erm, fish. I thought this was a bit creepy. Anyway, she calls me up the other day to let me know that Bubbles was sick. He was kinda bent double in his bowl. This in itself is distressing. However, worse was yet to come. Perry Had been eating bits of Bubbles. I know, gross right? We did a bit of research and it turns out that fish are a bit cannibalistic.

Owing to the alarming nature of this situation I'm personally of the opinion that Bubbles should be put out of his misery. This resulted in a lunchtime researching fish euthanasia, we found one method that seemed like a doable option, it involved clove oil and vodka. I was quite surprised at the number of websites telling you how to kill your fish. I was even more surprised at the comments people left. Two of my favourites:

"Step one. Toilet
Step two. Flush"

"I find the waste disposal unit is best"<-----This one made me literally LOL

I realise that this makes me seem a tiny bit sadistic but I find this whole idea of fish cannibalism quite amusing. I drew this picture for my friend the fish owner:

It's a fish eat fish world out there....

I thought it was great. She was unimpressed. 

I should probably get some sleep now, I have an exam tomorrow....wish me luck guys! 

PS. She didn't kill her fish......

UPDATE: Bubbles has now sadly deceased.