Check it out, if you don’t feel betrayed? I don’t really know what the etiquette for this is.

Love you tumblrites xo

MOVE DAY
Well, kinda - we move at 5am tomorrow. The house is mental. We’re just hiding out in the only empty room, which I spent like an hour hoovering earlier.. So I should probably tell you tumblrites, that this is going to be my last, or possibly penultimate post, we’ll see how things go.

“WHY?” why?

Because I feel ready to move on from tumblr, I’m not arty enough or cool enough to reblog hundreds of awesome pictures that get 9830948937496907390285 notes, and tbh, I just want to write, write crap, write poems, write about my mundane life. And I feel that probably blogspot it more adequate for my needs.

Also, I finished my Alevels yesterday (feel my joy at never having to know anything about biology EVER again!) and I’m moving 150 miles south in less than 24 hours, so I feel that it’s a pretty big shift in the situation of my life and as such a feel like I want to start a new blogging chapter and I just feel like a change from tumblr.

I will post you a cheeky link to my new blog when I write my first post, which I hope will be tomorrow, but failing that - whenever we get our internet working in Kent. If you want boring updates about the moving process check my Twitter - I will be tweeting for want of something more productive to do for the next 24 hours or so.

So now all that is left to say is adieu! Wow, that was pretentious - I somehow feel like I need to make some big overwhelming gesture to say goodbye, but let’s be honest this is just a blog with less than 100 followers - so, y’know, have a picture of some packing boxes.

LOVE YA x

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my, uh - simple - diagram of the Oestrous cycle :/

NEW GLASSES. (sozz webcam quality photo)

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just realised

that I’m such a creature of habbit.

When Katie first made me a myspace account I thought it was silly and then a few months later I signed on for the second time and got really into it. Then I got Facebook and I was like yo myspace is so much better, then I got over than and started using Facebook. Then I decided to get Tumblr and posted like one poem, then after a few months Lyndsey was like, ‘you should get tumblr’ and I was like ‘y’know what? I think I might actually have it already’ and here I am now. Then when Sam got Twitter I was like, y’know what why not? and I got it and I swear it was the most boring thing… and now I’m tweetin’ all the time.

I might log onto GnG and see if it’s absence on my internet browser has made my heart grow and fonder. [edit: nah, still doesn’t look particularly interesting]

This is a really dull realisation, but it’s a realisation nonetheless.

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Penultimate scene of the Gilmore Girls.

• Lorelai: Oh no, I got it
• Rory: I know how to work a zipper Mum!
• ...
• Lorelai: I just feel like I need more time
• Rory: I know,
• Lorelai: I really just feel ambushed, you know? I mean I thought I had so much more time, I thought I had all summer to impart my wisdom about work and life and your future. I just feel like I had something to tell you - Oh, on the bus, make sure you choose a good seat, you know? Because people are creatures of habbit and the seat you pick in the beginning could be your seat for the rest of the year. And make sure you get a window seat honey, because there's so much to see and you might wanna sit in the back of the bus because people there just tend to be more chatty and friendly and I don't know what it is about the front of the bus but people there just tend to be more bossy and uptight it's just been that way since first grade. And honey, and I know what you're gonna say, but just don't wear shorts, okay, no matter how hot it is, it's just not proffessional and all that heat and the sticky vinyl seats, it'll be like ripping a giant bandaid off your thigh everytime you stand up. Don't be too shy, don't be too forward, but don't be too shy, you make a lovely first impression but you really grow on people too.
• Rory: Mum
• Lorelai: You need ziplock bags, you should have them all the time, they're so handy.
• Rory: Mum...
• Lorelai: And I'm gonna give you that orange sweater, I know you've wanted it, and you know what, I'm finally gonna give it to you.
• Rory: Mum. You've given me everything I need.

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So basically, I’ve fallen in love with a Beauty and the Beast snowglobe.

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It’s a good thing that my posters came down, because I just stuck up all of my history revision notes.

That’s the reigns of three 16th century English monarchs, right there
in 48 A4 pages
and 17,148 words

Tomorrow should be fun.

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Because my blog has been pretty text heavy over the past few days, I thought I’d give you a video. This is a work done for Springs Dance Company by Susannah McCreight called ‘Bread of Life’ and it’s about the different responses that people have when they approach communion.

Springs is a Christian dance company that runs an apprenticeship year in London which ends in the company tour in the summer, I would LOVE to do this.

Springs Dance Company

Tweet by Sisco Gomez has got my cogs working…

‘Dance agents in the UK are making me laugh! One day preaching about how bad rates are next min your supplying dancers with under paid work?! Just for the record £125-£150 per rehearsal £250 for show dates! Help keep rates at the amount the talent deserves!’

As someone that dances I think I can argue with an, albeit limited, degree of credibility that dancers don’t just need to be paid for the time they spend in rehearsal but all the time and money they spend in and on classes to maintain the right standard for said rehearsals and shows. I wonder if the problem isn’t so much that people don’t know what the going rate for a professional dancer should be, but that it’s all dependant on demand, like any other commercial ‘product’. Footballers for example get paid way more for their time in training/games because the demand for their performance is inherently higher.

Just been making notes on Robert Cohan for my alevels exam on Wednesday, and about how he choreographed work in public during residencies to bring in audiences and interest. I mean, I know dance has come along way since the 1960s and the beginnings of London Contemporary, but it just makes me wonder that with more people going into dance professionally than did 40 years go, the demand on individual dancers must have fallen. So I guess my point is, for rates to be kept at a reasonable level, in the face of increasing competition/decreasing demand the root of the issue needs should be tackled: professional dance needs to bring in a wider paying audience, because to be honest, when I go to see work at The Curve or DeMonfort in Leicester, the only people that I see that I recognise are dancers themselves, with maybe the exception of at a Ballet.

Just a mixture of a few thoughts and a whole lot of desire for procrastination!

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crazy life.

Couldn’t really think of a more apt title. I’ve been meaning to talk to you lovely people for a while, but I’ve just not been feeling very up to sitting down and being literate. Still, here I am now and I have a few thoughts to share with you.

It’s just my Mum and me and home at the moment, Joey is still down in Falmouth and University and doing splendidly, whilst Peter and Dad are down in Kent with my Uncle working on making my Dad’s new workshop winter proof. So Mum’s just looking after me at the moment, and boy is she doing a wonderful job! It’s frustrating though, because we have all this time (about 10 days I think?) of just us in the house, an I’m really aware that if I’m not hanging out with her, then she’s on her own. Now, don’t get me wrong, my Mum is not a lonely person, about a 1,000,000 people in a 20 mile radius think she’s awesome; the house just feels really empty. I mean, most nights we watch a film or some TV drama together and drink hot chocolate, but during the day I’m sat at my desk pumping out endless revision notes and my Mum’s clearing out the garden or cleaning the kitchen or just generally preparing this house for the move, and I just wish, in all this time we have together we could spend more of it, y’know together. I know everyone is doing exams at the moment, so this isn’t supposed to be a complaint. I’m just aware of how much of a shame it is that this kind of quiet, empty-house, tidying-our-lives-up-for-the-move time is half lost on revision. I guess that was a really long-winded way of making my point!

This morning, we - my Mum and I - visited a small community church in Leicestershire where the Vicar of our old church in Thurnby is now posted and we chatted to him about what’s happening next and what have you. He’s studying English at University at the moment, whilst being the Vicar of a community church, I do not know how he has the time, but he was just saying how much he loves education and learning. I wanna be like that, forever excited to know and understand more! His sermon was really nice as well, he was looking at the Ascension in Luke’s gospel and how the disciples until that point missed on the major point of the Bible and he talked about how easily the church can major on minor points - adiaphora as it is sometimes called (may as well slip in a bit of Reformation revision where I can…) - he referred to women bishops being a minor point, whether I agree or not on that particular issue - I remain undecided as of yet - I liked his point, that though those issues are important, they should not overshadow the fundamental message of the Gospel!

Which leads nicely onto our dinner table discussions. With just my Mum and me at home, dinner time discussions keep digressing onto heavy theological matters - when I say heavy, nothing quite so severe as her massive dictionary of ‘Systematic Theology’ or anything. It got me to thinking that as much as I love English and History and am desperately looking forward to studying them at York (fingers-crossed!) if I could do the whole UCAS process over I would seriously consider Theology, not just because it’s immensely complex and intriguing, but because there is literally nothing more important for me to strive to understand, challenge and accept. I guess in another lifetime.

On a slightly more superficial note, I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow, no-one will notice any difference, but I will know that it is FINALLY going to no longer be wonky at the front!

I think the main moral of this post is that my Mum is awesome.

I have a vague inclination that there was something else that I wanted to mention, but it’s not springing to mind… I guess that this is enough to be going on with! Also, I’ve have 50 pages of Age of Innocence to go for nearly a week now and no consciousness left at the end of revision to finish it, so I’m probably gonna head to bed and do that. I think Wuthering Heights is next on my pile, or maybe A View From the Bridge - we’ll see how it goes.

Love you tumblrites and God Bless!

PS, I feel I should throw in a novelty mention of the boyfriend - Hi Sam!

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this is amazing! - someone did a bit of doodling when they were supposed to be revising me thinks ;)

I feel like I havn’t reblogged anything in ages… I’m getting pretty rubbish at this tumblr thing…

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