We are ages away from Christmas

Right pet peeve #7.

Why do we have to suffer xmas ads before Halloween? It's no where near xmas, stop it now. It spoils it for people, and gets kids all over excited and ruins the spirit of christmas, which by the way is only in December because the invading Christians wanted to pursuade the native Pagans in Britain to worship their god. Stop ruining the major winter festival by introducing stuff into the shops too early.

As soon as we have xmas over with, the ads will all be for summer holidays.

Don't know if anyone has noticed, but all this rush to consume without limits is what has landed this country in the s**t pile it is in at the moment. Lets all chill out a bit and look at what we are doing to each other and the economy. Why do we buy stuff for xmas which no-one wants, needs or can afford, spending the rest of the year paying it off, only to do it again next year? I have been a Christmas spending refusnik for 4 years now, and only one person has been disappointed by the lack of high spending. That was their issue, by the way not mine. I make individual, personalised presents for my friends and the ones who complain it wasn't a shop bought, high cost gift aren't my real friends anyway. A good present is something given with love, affection and a real understanding of what someone likes and appreciates. The time I spend making things for my friends is the best gift I could give to anyone.

Try it yourself, you'll be surprised how cherished these gifts are.

And to my friends, love ya all. Mwah!

End of rant.

Its' it's, well it's green.

Sorry have to do a Star Trek quote from time to time. If anyone can come up with the episode number for this one, well done, prozes on a postcard!

My leg, as you may have gathered is now a grotesque mess of purple and green splodges with swelling and dry skin. It looks really attractive, if you are a zombie looking for an undead girlie.

I'm trying to take my mind off the dull ache that has settled on my leg, using Ibuprofen and distraction techniques, but alas and alack, it's not really working. It didn't help that I was working over the weekend and trying to not over stress the poor little limb too much. Thankfully when we were busy I did at least get to do some running about which made it feel substantially better. Of course in order to keep my leg moving and thus educe the discomfort I have been forced to go to meadowhell repeatedly, and as we all know, one simply cannot resist New Look for the fat girl clothes. Went to H&M and what a very small pile of poo their selection is. New Look all the way for me dahlinks. Even Lily Allen shops there so it can't be all bad.

Wanted to go to Pizza Hut for tea last night after finally seeing Slumdog Millionare, but they'd run out of food. Of course they let us sit down, menu in hand looking at the greasy offerings, but to no avail, because they had no salad, or pizza bases left. So we went to Bella Italia on Centertainment. Fabulous. Calamari made from fresh squid and the lightest crispiest batter. Melted in my mouth. Delicious Linguine Gambari, with shell on prawns and fresh linguine. What more could you want. And a bunch of nuitters too, playing tricks on each other as they work. Great atmosphere and excellent food. Happy tum, happy mum. Josh had pizza and chips, boring bugger.

I really enjoyed Slumdog, a real feel good movie and not overly sentimental. I cannot be doing with excess sentimentality, makes my eyes leak and then Josh takes the mick. The reality of life as a poor orphan was not saccharined for the masses, it was told like it is. In all the horror of children being blinded and sold into sexual slavery.

Lees of the depressing stuff, work to do, work to do. I'm going to try some monoprints today, and see how I get on with those. The results I promise will be posted somewhere in my online world.

Ouch!

On the way into college yesterday morning I was walking along having a jolly conversation with Jackie the third year when, down like a sack of the proverbial went I, landed square on my knee, and ended up soaked through to the skin on my bum and all down my left leg and I now have the most gigantic bruise you could imagine on my left knee. It is sore, and it only stops aching when I walk around, now is that fair? It means it starts to throb like a bitch when I lie down and try to go to sleep, and I had to go to Meadowhell this afternoon to alleviate my discomfort. I was forced to buy new boots, rather fetching ones if I do say so, but forced nevertheless by the rabid consumerism that is Meadowhell shopping centre, Sheffield.

Other news, I didn't get chance to Twitter yesterday and so spent an hour catching up on all the twitters from all the wonderful people who have actual lives that I follow. It is voyeuristic I admit, but when one is sad, lonely, single and skint, one only has voyeurism, because, well, its cheap!

I have singularly failed to do any work today, which means that I will have to spend all of spare time over the weekend catching up with todays lack of work. I might get something done before beddie time, but not much. I must edit the kit I take in with me too, as I've been carrying around a box of crayons I haven't used once at college, and I've been there for three months. Mmmmm needs a rethink and let's dig out the old pencil case.

All to say for now, I'm off to play with my pencils and prepare my kit for the morrow.