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  Jan. 1st, 2011 07:07 pm
Hi everybody! Long time no post! Going to do a general-life-catchup one at some point, I promise! I forgot to do these memes last year *shameface* :(
end of year memes )
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  Jul. 8th, 2010 01:26 am
Three hundred and sixty seven days ago today, I was discharged from hospital. It was my second hospital stay of the summer, and I was happy to escape but demoralised and fed up of medicines. I spent a further six weeks or so going for visits to the nurses for dressing changes every few days, and pretty much lost the entire summer- not that I hadn't already, as the only two warm weeks of last year were the ones of my second hospital stay.

Today, three hundred and sixty seven days, (528 480 minutes, not quite as lyrical as 525600 minutes, ha) I had another day of life without filters, life without brakes, life without the walls. I know people inwardly roll their eyes at me a little when I mention highway 1 day in conversation, and if I was someone else hearing me mentioning it, I'd probably do the same a little, but. It just has to be said, how genuine the difference is between before then and after, the drive and enthusiasm I now have for life.

TANGENT, but. I have always been slightly bemused at how people have confidence, to the extent that I wondered if I missed days in school where confidence had been taught. I was the kind of kid who knew things out of books, who could reason out something logical well enough, but to figure out people, pffffffffft fuck that, people were HARD! Then in various old jobs I began to gain confidence through my abilities *at the job*, 'oh, hi, I'm good at getting things done and doing them right, therefore I'm worth something.' 'oh, hi, I'm great at keeping in with my coworkers, therefore I'm okay with people' and then when the job changes, when that sure situation goes, I fell flat on my face and wondered what to do next.

Now, I reckon there's two different types of confidence. Confidence in what you do, and confidence in who you are. And mistakes in previous situations have been when I was trying to make the 'what i do' confidence stand for both. Now, I can step back if something goes wrong or if I make a mistake, take a breath, and sort it out without going into a tailspin of general fail, and without letting myself think 'well if I got that wrong, what other things have I done wrong too?' (well, I can most of the time, hah)

And I've had highway-1-esque 'realisation moments' before, (ends of Thorpe seasons, and end of the bus, to name a few), but the thing is and the point of what I'm trying to say, is that I approached them in a similar way to the 'what I do' style of confidence, in that 'hey i dealt with this situation or group of situations really fucking well, therefore I can deal with everything well' That sounds logical, but it didn't work- what I needed was the impetus to see that I can deal with everything well without needing to base it on certain situations.

Anyway, onto tonight. Tonight, I went to a gig. Arcade Fire at the Hackney Empire. Excluding Coachella, this has been my first live music experience in three years. I met up with a bunch of people from the Us Kids Know forums, some of which I knew from previous occasions (Tom, Adam, Jack, Fiona, among others ) and some of which I could at least pick out from Facebook profile pictures. In total, I think there were roughly thirty forum members at the gig, about five or six of which I'd met/talked to before. Not once did it cross my mind that I'd only talked to about 25% of the forum members that were going to be there. Not once did I fret or worry that I was going to make a twat out of myself. I arrived at the venue to queue, I wasn't the first forum member there, but the first out of the ones I knew, and once I'd figured out they were forum people I walked up and introduced myself without a single hesitation. I got on really well with some of them that I hadn't really had a chance to talk to before, found common ground when talking about travelling and things and yay. :)

It was only on the way home, thoroughly knackered and euphoric and face-achingly happy, that I even realised just how much worrying had not entered my mind. And how much of a fucking huge thing this is for me. At the gig, I danced with abandon, not caring about how knackered my dress would get or how messed up my hair would be. Not obsessing over the groups and circles that formed but instead jumping right into them. I sang, not worrying about who could hear me, I danced and jumped, not worrying about who was behind me. I wandered around trying to get a setlist, didn't get one, but squealed at Tom happily when he managed to secure one for himself through sheer belligerence.

So now, after an amusing interlude trying to help a random drunk man with the Metro crossword, I am home. Messed up hair, eyeliner smudged as fuck, wrinkled clothes and trashed shoes. Every muscle in my body is aching, and those that aren't got unintentionally bruised by all the jumping around. AND YET. I looked up at the sky when walking home, and noticed the stars. Noticed the clouds gathered into wisps that almost looked like three concentric arches going over the trees of the forest. Noticed how fresh and clear the air was, almost like it is ACTUALLY SUMMER. I grinned, grinned so much that tears nearly came to my eyes, just thinking about how genuinely happy I am to be alive, to be alive and living and experiencing these beautiful moments, one after the other. To not be scared of what might be, or thinking of what might have been or could have been, just flat-out living and experiencing every single thing, because life is definitely beautiful and incredibly fucking SHORT.

and this is where I say I'm very grateful to know everybody, especially those who have been along for the ride for years, and to reiterate to live every second. LOVE.

(i fucking love music. crazy how a collection of sounds brings so many people together, right?
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  Jun. 19th, 2009 08:13 pm
So. Went to the fracture clinic on wednesday for my follow up appt/xray and got told that healing's all going well and as the fibula isn't much of a weight bearing bone I can start walking without my cast. Hooray, I thought, and started teaching myself how to totter around one-crutched as soon as I got home.
Slight setback yesterday. On the same leg, I'd had a bad gash just above the knee that got stitched when I was in hospital, and the stitches got removed about a week and a half ago. Well, when I started walking without the cast, that area swelled up like an absolute BALLOON, making it hideously painful to bend/straighten the knee. So, we ended up going for a last min docs appt yesterday evening, and they made frowny faces and went 'whee infection, have some antibiotics, go get scanned at A and E to make sure you don't have DVT'
my reaction was 'oh for fuck's sake, MORE HOSPITALS???'
We went and sat there for like five hours (loveeee the NHS) whilst I got seen by a nurse, a doctor, and two different people from orthopaedics before they said 'You're cool, no DVT, go home and take your antibiotics' There was a minor scare when they were making 'mrrr we may have to admit you and drain it' noises and I said rather emphatically to my mother that if anyone thought I was spending another bloody night in hospital they could take a running jump, haha.
So I'm curled up on the sofa again today (fun times) but making sure I exercise that joint a bit. Official diagnosis was a hematoma which is like a big fat internal bruise as far as I understand, so the more movement the better will be to disperse it a little.
New goal- one week completely with NO DOCTORS OR HOSPITALS.
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  Jun. 12th, 2009 05:46 pm
So, I'm going to completely skim over the last month and just concentrate on the last two weeks, as they've been hilariously insane in a wtf kind of way.
On may 26th, i had an assignment to do, so I packed all my stuff and left to walk to the station as normal, crossing the main road to take the shortcut across the park.
then, a fiat cianquento (sp) hit me whilst i was crossing the road, and i spent the next two weeks in hospital with a knocked head and a broken leg, hooray!
So now I'm knocking finishing my masters back by a term most prob (grr) signed off work at the pub for a month and generally recovering!
apparently on the day itself i got airlifted to hosp in london, lol dramatic, the road was closed for the majority of the day!
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  May. 8th, 2009 11:34 pm
Even though I plan to still be around over on LJ (for the moment, at least to read) I thought I'd create an 'about me' and 'policies' post for the new people I plan to connect with through DW.

this got long! )

Subscription/access wise- subscribe and I'll happily reciprocate. Most of this journal (bar work stuff/overly personal stuff/my writing) will be public, and if you want access comment and let me know where you found me.
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  Apr. 29th, 2009 02:09 am
So, just saw slumdog millionaire for the first time (yeah, SO BEHIND EVERYONE ELSE)

even when having a vague idea of the plot, and having read the book it's based on, i still feel like i've been metaphorically run over by a truck. in a good way. wow.
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  Apr. 27th, 2009 11:27 pm
Hooray, this is a new space to play *twirls* I hope the crossposter works!

I was walking home from class today, looking up at the stars and daydreaming. It was only a year ago when I was doing the same in Australia, and I remembered that it was only then that I realised how many stars were in the sky at all, when we were all out in the middle of kakadu national park, drinking wine under the stars.

And even though this sounds like I'm being wistful and nostalgic, it's totally not quite that- when I was reminiscing and remembering I closed my eyes, just for a second, and felt such a huge wave of gratitude and excitement and just general joy wash over me. Sometimes, even through all the stress of uni and family and bad decisions, it's brilliant to have these little moments. Just to remember that at the end of the day I'm really, really happy to be alive, to be in the moment, to be experiencing every single thing that I can.

I want to start posting more, so pretty words don't just stay in my head and so I can look back and hold onto these memories, hold onto the times that make you aware of every moment and every single fibre of your body.

Being alive's pretty cool, sometimes. In 21 hours give or take, I'll have had 23 years of it. I just hope I can look back after another 23 and still feel this sheer joy
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  Apr. 18th, 2009 09:25 am
*pokes around* Hello everyone! Now how do I import into here...


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it's times like these, and time and time again
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