Adventures of the Anonymous Blueberry Muffin Thief

I just spent ten minutes reading a lecturers profile, and came out realising that I had NO idea what I'd just been reading. God was it badly written. I'm not even sure why I started reading it in the first place. No, wait, I was checking a reference for work.

Today I have been working and reading Marvel's Civil War. Yeah, I know, so behind the times. Half of it is boring the shit out of me, and then I lose where I was, and it just gets confusing. Meh.

I've also made pastry, and soon I will go and make filling for steak and mushroom pie. Omnomnom.

I'm hoping that this week is a bit busier than last week. My paycheck is otherwise going to be a little on the small side, and me and dad are discussing car insurance options at the moment.

Right. 3 more pages, and then pie.

I got woken up at 5:45 this morning by some dick having a screaming match with his girlfriend, and throwing her around the street. That shit was not on, so I tried to call the police, but my mobile was having none of that (when it gets too cold, the touchscreen dies, which means the phone dies) so I legged it downstairs to get the landline and got through and blathered something about a couple having an argument and the woman doing a lot of screaming, and him dragging her.
Before the lady on the other end of the phone could do anything, the girl had legged it up the street, and while the bloke was chasing her, I think he'd given up.
The woman on the other end of the phone said the call would be logged, as other people would probably call if it carried on elsewhere, but now I'm worried.
I know I did all I could, but it doesn't seem enough. I'm not stupid enough to think that I could have broken it up or anything, but I dunno, it just feels like there should be more.
I have no idea who they were. If it was a hook up gone bad or a relationship breaking down. Or hell, if that was the norm for that relationship.

Well that was cheery.
I made brownies yesterday and I seriously need to stop eating them, or I will get fat. Which reminds me of my whinge that I was going to have last night and then forgot...
I have an Umbrella Academy t-shirt that Dave bought me a few years ago. It's cool, it makes my geeky heart happy. It's also an extra large, and too fucking small for me. And for the record, I am not a large person. Seriously Dark Horse, if that's how your sizing works, something is fucked. I am willing to accept that it may be a mislabelling, but I will never know, and can't return it a) because I've had it for years, and b) because the comic shop it was bought from has changed hands, and the new owner is a dick.

my hotwater bottle, which I only bought yesterday, may have to be replaced on account of the fact that it smells revolting. Like really amazingly cheap rubber. However, for now, it will have to do, as I'm freezing cold, and won't sleep otherwise.
I had a bath earlier and as I was shaving my legs, my calf decided to spasm, cue much pain and fucked up leg crampage. I swear to god the amount of sitting I do at work is going to be the death of me. At least if I were at a desk I'd have a proper chair and such like, instead I have crappy ass lecture theatre seats and naff chairs. Blah.

I passed my driving test last week! That was one hell of a relief, on my bank account as well as me in general. And today my shiny new license came through in the post. Yay!

Anyway, I've barely written anything in the last month or so, I spend all my 'free' time doing work, and I've still got to finish the proof reading for Pathfinder by the end of the weekend. Joy.

So here, have a meme thingy. To do with books. And at some point, I'll pull up one of these that isn't sci-fi and fantasy, and then I will be ashamed at the lack of books I've read.

( Something to do with Tor books. IDK. )

Looking at this has reminded me of the other awesome thing that I've done recently, which is read. An awful lot. I finished book 4 of the Malazan series this evening, and it was good. Not as awesome as Memories of Ice, which was amazing and terrifying and made me sob for the last 100 pages, but still good. And while Dave may sulk, I will be taking a short break before starting on the next one. Partly because I need the break, and also because I want the series to last. And the final book is out (I know so because we went to a book signing for it last friday, where there were only 3 ladies, and I was probably one of the youngest in the room, but I did get my book signed "Sorry about *spoiler*")

Woohoo! I had a nice new year drinking sily cocktails and playing Warhammer Quest with my boyfriend and two of his housemates, following an amazing gigglefit that made me mostly want to sleep. I made it to midnight, didn't send too many annoying texts, and on New Years Day, me and Dave just made it to Wetherspoons in time for uber breakfast of humungouness. There was a lot of food. But we were hungry.

In 2010, I did a lot of stuff.
I had a job when I started the year, and I had a job when I finished the year. They might be different jobs, but I only spent 2 months unemployed, and I am significantly happier at my current place of work than I was at Geismar.
I had a boyfriend! I still have a boyfriend!
I haven't burned my house down! I still manage to live on my own without destroying things! I have had people over for dinner! I even remember to pay bills mostly on time.
I LARPed! I always LARP, but I bought more kit, and I ran a lot of events, and I played at the other system I go to.
I started running a tabletop campaign! I have always said I would never do this. I'm not a massive fan of tabletop gaming, but I found a system that I liked, and Dave made puppy eyes at me, so we have commenced on the most slap dash Unknown Armies game ever, and I continue to not have a clue what I'm doing.
I read quite a bit... but I'll get to that in a minute.
I sort of moved from LJ to DW, but only sort of, cos I still cross post.
I started baking. And suceeded at baking.
I watched a lot of films. I can't remember which ones though, because I forget to write them down. I know I saw Iron Man 2, and Inception (which I went to see on my own because no one else wanted to see it) and Legion (which I saw with Royce because Dave pulled a funny face when I suggested it), The A-Team, and The Losers, and a bunch of other stuff through my LoveFilm subscription, but my memory really does suck at times.
I watched a lot of crap TV. And good TV.
I continued to get on with Kay, and my step siblings (although in their case it's mostly down to never seeing them).

And I think that's about it.

( Books I read in 2010 )
I only read 50 books this year, which is a lot less than previous years, but I've read more novels and non-fiction, and a lot less comics, mostly because I don't have the time to sit in front of the computer and read the .cbr collections, which is what I've tended to do in years past.
My to read list for 2011 is ridiculous, and likely to only get worse. My bookshelves are overflowing, and the library is suddenly an attractive prospect again. My Amazon wishlist is huge, mostly with Young Adult fiction, and my reading time is sadly reduced due to work.

And this is a huge long post, which I didn't intend it to be. Oops.

I have spent the weekend with my boyfriend's parents. This counts as one of the xmas duties. It was bearable, just. I've thrown my ankle again though (and made it worse by then going sledging once we got back to MK) and now I've just had to cancel my driving lesson for this week, thus grumpifying my instructor, and I need to reorganise the lesson for the week after, but I now can't get hold of him again. ARGH!

I have hit 1000 words on my Yuletide fic and it's only got 2 more sections to go. I can totally finish this today, upload and finish the edits once the deadline is past.

My hands are really cold. Actually, most of me is really cold.

There is a kitty sitting on the fence next to my window guilt tripping me. It is the ninja kitty. It already got in when I was faffing around with the bins earlier, and now it keeps trying to get back in. It is very cute, and I wish I could have a pet, but it has an owner and my house is not very cat friendly.

I have cookies in the oven, and tea steaming in front of me. Soon I will brave the outside world to buy more milk.

I did not sleep well last night. I was having stupid dreams and a general lack of tired for a good chunk of the night, and now I feel like shit. And I'm on a 9 til 6. Yay.
I have just enough time to throw tea down my throat and run out the door and hopefully I won't be late (assuming that there is a lecture this morning, there is a lack of information regarding this fact anywhere).

My NaNo is very behind, and I have plot bunnies for Yuletide, I just need to reread the source material.

I just wrote a very long and stupid post that basically comes down to the fact that I have issues and that the 3 hour lecture tomorrow is going to be hell. I dreamed about it. The lecture theatre actually resembled hell. There was a plushie wombat involved.
I also dreamed that one of the lecturers I work with, a couple of students, me and my old dog all went on some kind of Indianna Jones like adventure. I'm fairly sure there were Nazis.

I should really be working.

It's probably for the best that I'm not running a game tonight as I have awful cramps of doom and I have so much stuff to do it's stupid. I also need to go out, but that's really not a pleasant idea right now.

Apparently I just sat and watched two episodes of Flash Gordon. I'm not really sure what happened. There was leather, it was distracting. IDK.
I am, really really fucking tired. And sick of lecturers failing at getting notices out on time. I spent my break pacing around trying to sort out a timetable clash because they hadn't bothered to put class changes up for tomorrow until yesterday afternoon.
I'm also really cold. I am not a fan of winter.

Anyway, NaNo count is behind, my house is a shithole and I have to be at the bus stop by 8am tomorrow, so I'm going to bed with my book. Yay books!

Yesterday was basically hell on earth. I worked 9 til 5 with maybe 5 minutes to have a loo break and grab a cup of tea. If it weren't for Welsh cakes I may well have died from hunger.
All because some tit in timetabling cocked up and failed at something they were supposed to do (put three students in the same seminar group).
Add to this the fact that it was pissing it down with rain, and the fact that a bunch of fucking ingrate barged infront of me at the bus stop, meaning I had to wait another half an hour for a bus and get my face poked by idiots with umbrellas, by the time I got home, cold and soggy, I was pretty miserable.
(Also, the same thing happened on the bus in the morning; I was the first one there, another girl turned up, who promptly hopped on the bus, thus rendering it full and meaning that I had to trudge down to the other campus to ensure that I actually got on the next bus - seriously, what idiot company only runs single deckers on busy university routes?)

But anyway, yesterday was hellish. Lots of history and then advanced psychology and third year education studies.

And I now probably have freshers flu. I have problems enough keeping warm, and last night I was bundled in so many layers and still freezing. Joy.
I'm off to LARP (or at least tabletop the adventure we should have been doing live but for a shitty weather report and a lack of people who can drive) and then its back to a 9 o'clock start with apparently someone I went to primary school with. Which could be entertaining.

I have no drive to write, and I've realised I still have a bingo card that I've barely looked at. And it's NaNo soon. And I have to write an adventure for next week.

Right, find kit, find pills for the killing of flu, leave the house. I can do that.

Right, so this is one of those 'all about me' posts that I never really know how to write.

I'm Beth, I'm 24 and I'm English.

( This got rambly )

And that was a lot of ramble about not very much.