Teenage superpowers

So a couple of weeks ago I went to see the new Harry Potter film.

If I am entirely honest with you, which is important because I like to maintain a base line of respect and, well, dignity, round here, I went to see it on the first day it was out. I am so dignified.

It was 4pm. The cinema was full of yoof. Girl-flavoured yoof. Some of them were dressed in little outfits. One boy, who was surrounded by girls, all of whom seemed to be messing with him in a sort of acceptable touching type way, was wearing what looked an awful lot like a dressing gown, but I suspect was in fact a robe.

"Oh god," said hub as he met me. It is not so much the yoof that he finds stressful, as the squeaky noises they make.

We sat in the cinema. A billion adverts passed. The chattering around us was punctuated only by squeals and text message alerts.

I like the yoof. I find them endlessly fascinating and also ever so amusing. I love their unself-conscious and self-conscious ways. And on this day they made me grin with glee.

We were into the trailers. There was one for a film with chipmunks. And then there was one which was on for barely a second before the whole of the teenage-girl-type masses around us erupted in a glorious mixture of squeals and screams and sighs and cheers and clapping.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" asked and increasingly out-of-his-depth hub.

OBVIOUSLY what was going on was the trailer for the new Twilight film.

It was ace. Them girls was ace. But how the buggery bollocks did they know? It is like a special tuning-in to handsome earnest looking heart-throbs superpower.

I liked it a lot.

Friday

I have The Swine Flu.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuuugh. And other words ending with "gh".

To be honest, it is not at all bad and in fact rather a lot like having Not Swine Flu.

In other news, hello! I have been not blogging. This is because I have been busying by doing two jobs, being a studing, and also doing a voluntary placement. But now, I am on my summer holiday, and so have time to have things like Swine Flu. And also, do baking.

You might be pleased to know that my garden has been shortlisted for a city-wide (city-wide I say!) gardening competition. To celebrate, here is a picture of my potatoes.

Pimping

I am breaking my literally many-months-long silence to do a wee spot of pimping.

I do like a bit of pimping. In the sense of "hey I found a nice thing", not so keen on the street corners and physical violence stuff. That's just my way.

ANYWAY.

Please do have a small look at What's In A Name. It is amusing and an ever-so-clever concept. I like it.

Also, it is possible that this summer I will be a little more forthcoming in the blogging stakes. Because I am ON HOLIDAY!

And it is good.

Woolliness

The fact of the matter is that I've been quite busy. And a little woo-woo in the brain.

Time seems to just melt away, like a prawn cracker in tea. Not that I have ever put a prawn cracker in tea. But there may have been a tea spillage on the side once, into which a prawn cracker made its final journey.

In any case. I have a weird arm. I got it from writing notes for the first essay for my course. And that was over a month ago now and the hurt is still hurty (like now with the typing for example) and I am having physio but since the diagnosis seems to be "hurty arm" it feels a little like guesswork. Helpful guesswork.

I have also been juggling some problems with my counselling placement, which has been very anxiety-making, but which seems be sorted out now. Or at least it will be in a couple of weeks.

So I've been a little wonky in the brain, feeling a little out of control, a little oh-my-gosh-I-can't-cope.

I've been eating a lot of cake.

Let's put it like that.

Today hub is doing a writing workshop, and I am doing some tea-drinking and some bed-lazing. (Although I should be doing some editing, but I can't seem to bring myself to actually engage with it.)

I suppose things are a bit split. I'm working two jobs, I'm doing my counselling diploma, I'm doing my placement, I'm trying to give hub the lurve and attention he deserves, and somewhere in all of that I get a bit confused and woolly. Like a tea cosy that wishes it were a bobble hat.

I am geek.

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I just really really really love this.

(And also, I totally apologise.)

Also, for googling (because everyone should see this) Torchwood, Captain Jack, Joss Whedon, Russell T Davies, Doctor Who.

I am geek. I have no shame.

Displacement

I am writing an essay on infant development and parenting with reference to Winnicott, Bowlby, Klein, and Stern.

Or am I:

Doing the washing up
Making chicken soup
Organising my school timetable
Putting a wash on
Making tea
Eating Ferrero Rocher
Fiddling on Facebook with new Facebook friends
Thinking about first therapy session after Christmas
Blogging
Emailing the husband
Looking for books on the library system
Printing out photos
Calling work

What I like to think is that my unconscious has to have time to process and digest so it can come up with the incredible insight from which my essay will be formed.

And I think I'm largely totally right about that.

Now, anyone for a quick game of Scramble?

Now I do hope you all have a very very happy new year.

These are my new year's wishes to you.

WISHES!

So. 

I wish you lots of nice food and drink including fun nibbly things like Cheesey Footballs or Twiglets and alcoholic things like Gins and Tonics or Champagne. And if you do not drink, I wish you freshly squeezed orange juice, or whatever you would most like really.

I also wish you lots and lots of laughing, maybe generated by ridiculous games or ridiculous people or just lots of general hoo-hah and silliness.

I wish you Interesting Stuff. Stuff that you find Interesting. It might be archaeology or physics or kittens or soft furnishings. I quite like the yoof. They keep me on my toes.

And also I wish you curiosity, calm, joy, love and snoozing. 

And of course, tea.

On reflection, 2008 has been a teensy bit challenging. But right now, right this second, I feel kind of okay about that. 

It is probably because I am still in bed.