No Such Thing

me and B
Originally uploaded by annanomsa.

loving cheesy song lyrics at the moment for some reason. Here's some John Mayer:

"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above

So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits and
Maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above

I am invincible(3x)
As long as I'm alive

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above

I just can't wait 'til my 10 year reunion
I'm gonna bust down the double doors
And when I stand on these tables before you
You will know what all this time was for

I was on the radio!

Tonight, I did a radio interview for BBC Leicester. They phoned me, and I talked live to the presenter, whilst my mum and K listened live on my laptop in my bedroom. We recorded it, and I've just uploaded it to my site so you can listen. I LOVE TECHNOLOGY!

Click here for the interview. It's a wave file, hope that works for you.

Great heart...

I love these lyrics. Good old Johnny Clegg:

The world is full of strange behaviour
Every man has to be his own saviour
I know I can make it on my own if I try
But I'm searching for a Great Heart to stand me by
Underneath the African sky
A Great Heart to stand me by

I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart
To hold and stand me by
I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart
Under African sky
I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart
I see the fire in your eyes
I'm searching for the spirit of the Great Heart
That beats my name inside
Sometimes I feel that you really know me
Sometimes there's so much you can show me
There's a highway of stars across the heavens
The whispering song of the wind in the grass
There's the rolling thunder across the savanna
A hope and dream at the edge of the sky
And your life is a story like the wind
Your life is a story like the wind

Today...

I woke up at 7am, and took B her lunch, noticing as I walked that my thighs were killing after a day's heavy DIY at work yesterday. Came back, got ready, went to class. Taught a group of 12 adults to bead for 5 hours in a cold classroom, interspersed with having to remember all my sign language for a Deaf gentleman from Cameroon. My students are very capable and dedicated people, all of whom are older than me, and some of whom are doctors, nurses and accountants, so I have to watch myself to respect their dignity all the time - harder than it sounds in a class of over 12 who have English as a second language - the chances of being accidently patronising are quite high.


Then, I had half an hour at home with my mummy to grab some late lunch, before heading back to B, only to find that despite personally speaking to the head nurse this morning, and phoning to remind them, the staff still hadn't changed either B or L, and it took an hour before they were finally ready, with no apology being made to me or my mother. The oven was warming up at home the whole time, wasting precious electricity. B was in the seemingly manditory soddy mood, always a joy. So now they are next door scoffing down chips and sausages and lettuce like there is no tomorrow, whilst mum talks nicely to them, helping them make biscuits, and I have the first real rest I've had all day. We will take them home at 6pm, have half an hour at home ourselves, then head out to Jo-lene's house for a barbeque.

I'm just a tincy-wincy bit shattered.

They're shouting for me now, I have to go.

A little bit tired...

I googled myself the other day. Yes I'm that sad. And I found this, taken when I was 19 in Italy.

I looked like this again today. Shattered. Sat on L's bed, B was 'reading' to me, basically looking at a book and saying 'blah blah blah' for a very long time. I actually couldn't keep my eyes open. Poor deprived child! Roll on holiday...

I got all my hair chopped off!

I got all my hair chopped off!
Originally uploaded by annanomsa.

And I'm very happy with it. I think. Its a bit scary. But bloody good fun!
I'm going to be one of those women with short hair who's all about the
earrings.