Posts tagged “lifestyle”
Taking a ten-day trip to Barbados. Back soon!
Three resolutions: get my driving licence so I can escape the city occasionally, lose the weight I gained when I moved to SF and take better care of my eyes, and make more time for romance. Not necessarily in that order.
Check out my Christmas list!
Saw The Go! Team live after years of avoiding gigs due to a claustrophobia incident. They were extraordinary. Also, Delhi's solution to killer monkeys is training bigger, meaner monkeys, which pretty much sums up humanity.
Living in California means perpetually ignoring perfect weather to write code indoors. The sunshine becomes background noise you stop noticing.
My grocery list swings wildly between sophisticated cheese shop hauls and pure childhood junk food binges. I genuinely can't tell which one represents the real me.
Got a new haircut. It looks indie (good) but fashion-mode (tragic), suits my head (good) but makes me look really gay (bad). Still undecided. Vote on which you prefer.
I've accidentally picked up an outdoor hobby. Also: Why do socialists drink herbal tea? Because all proper tea is theft.
Killing time with a sore jaw by taking OkCupid quizzes. Turns out I'm an emotional hippie, attracted to pretty boys, an English genius, a cool nerd, and a success-driven Type Three. The grammar test at least salvaged my pride.
Burger, footie, football shirt, pint of milk. This is peak heterosexuality for me, and I'm watching Family Guy in a Trinidad shirt.
A meme stolen from Ed: four jobs, places I've lived, TV shows, vacation spots, favorite dishes, daily websites, and places I'd rather be. Coventry is the arsehole of the universe. Not tagging anyone, but help yourself.
After a week of fever, I've realized my terrible diet is killing me. I'm committing to a month of cooking real food every day. I need your help: suggest three complete, healthy meals I can make in under 90 minutes, with fridge-friendly ingredients. No pimento peppers. Help me not die.
Back from holiday, tanned, rested, and starved of male company. I took 273 photos and need to go clubbing. Also, Google has decided my site is the place to find Orlando Bloom pictures.
Relaxing in Trinidad, minimal internet, heading to Tobago tomorrow. Posts and photos coming when I'm back in the land of broadband.
Our Christmas party was fantastic. I danced a lot, skipped the free bar, looked stupid in a suit, and nearly lost my expensive winter coat to a mysterious woman from finance. Also I'm awake at 3am on caffeine and somehow expect to be alert tomorrow.
Forced into renting a tuxedo for our "Black Tie" Christmas party. I look like a trapped monkey in suits, and apparently black tie is designed to eliminate all individuality. Desperately seeking a non-boring dinner jacket before this afternoon. Send help.
Been busy today, more photos coming tomorrow.
I don't drink, and I'm tired of explaining myself every time I order a lemonade. The real reason is control: losing it terrifies me. But that raises a bigger question: why does everyone else *want* to lose it? I wish I knew what made me so different.
A "7 things" meme: what I plan to do before I die, what I can and can't do, what attracts me to men (bonus points for CLI skills), my verbal tics, my celebrity crushes, and seven friends I'm tagging to do the same.
Tons happened Thursday, but I'm too swamped to get into it yet.
81% pure on a sexual purity test. Must try harder.
Exam season begins. Going full hermit mode until June 5th, deep in geek territory. Also: curtains.
Giving up caffeine after hitting unsustainable levels -- 2 litres of Coke and 3 cups of tea in a day and still exhausted. Today was rough with withdrawal headaches on top of an already bad day at work. But it's fading. Tomorrow will be better.
Trying to cut back on socializing, but accidentally booked myself solid for the entire week ahead. Next week I'm doing nothing. Seriously. Don't invite me to anything.
A quick list of life's recent highlights: iPod everywhere, new washing machine, dinner, cuddles, good flatmates, National Theatre plays (especially the gloriously self-referential ones), tea, and sleep.
The party was a success. Thanks to everyone who came and for the wonderful housewarming gifts, especially the sodastream. Also: Xtreme Cheddar is apparently a thing that exists.
Blogging from the dinner table. Not sure if I should be proud or ashamed.
Moved into a new place, exhausted, and adulting hard. Bought a kettle today, washing machine tomorrow. Living the dream.
Two weeks in Trinidad, Tobago, and the Grenadines -- a trip I've been anticipating forever. Mostly off the grid, on boats and tiny islands. Back in the UK May 1st, so save your invitations until then.
Spent the afternoon in the park with friends discussing eugenics, scatological chocolate ads, and QE2 baked bean tins. Someone kept throwing grapes at my head. Now off to Popstarz!
Went to the gym. Worked out. Did not die. I'll take it.
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My life has been rated 12A. Apparently I'm unbearably tame and need to get up to something naughty right away.
Bars are loud, smoky, crowded hellholes with nowhere to sit. People tolerate them for cheap drinks, but I don't drink, so cheap drinks mean nothing to me. I'm done being nice about it. From now on, meet me at a cafe or a quiet restaurant, or don't meet me at all.
Dressed up like a trapped monkey for a black-tie family dinner, but the crystal, china, and divine cheese made it worth it. I'd sell my anti-suit principles for really good cheese, apparently. Not taking a banking job though. Also revisited Twelfth House: excellent, terrifying expensive, bi-annual treat at best.
Off to Oxfordshire for a party. Popstarz last night was fun but exhausting. Also: I'm moving to Finsbury Park on February 11th! Zone 2, baby. Poor future housemate J got hit by a flying bottle and ended up in casualty. I need sleep. Or Lucozade.
My first house party in 16 months was worth the wait: 12 Warwickers, 9 hours of drinking, 7 beers, 3 gins, 2 hook-ups, and one hell of a Christmas party. Should have done this sooner.
Winter is draining me. Short days, overcast skies, and cold weather have killed my energy and my motivation to blog. That's my excuse and I'm sticking with it.
Taking the weekend for myself.
Sick at home, so I took a BBC personality test. Turns out I'm a "Big Thinker": outspoken, ideas-focused, tactless, and terrible at follow-through. Basically a "tactless argumentative bastard" who thinks everyone else is unimportant. Sounds about right.
Life's hectic but good. Parents are in town, work is crazy, and I'll be at Noise tonight. Come say hi!
I took a personality quiz and got "White House Staffer." The first paragraph rings true, but cool under pressure? Anyone who knew me last year would laugh. I'm a procrastinator who can't say no. At least I'd make a decent subordinate, if only good managers existed.
Stalkervision is back. Catch me on webcam from 7-12pm GMT, when I'm not at work, naked, or sleeping. Yeah, that's a narrower window than it sounds.
Reluctantly propagating a meme forced on me by T, I answer questions about nearby books, wall decorations (including a stunning Russian communist banner), dreams of white-rap stardom, and Jerusalem. My room's walls alone took forever to catalogue. Now off to a picnic.
Little things that make me smile: compliments on my dancing, freedom to dress how I like, discovering new bloggers, music videos, London at 4am, rare tube conversations, surprising people with my music taste, my camera phone, guilt-free cute-guy spotting, and forgotten songs resurfacing on shuffle.
Supermarket checkouts are a window into people's lifestyles and choices. I love judging what's in other people's baskets, though I'm aware that says more about me than them.
Attempting to quit caffeine cold turkey while on vacation in the tropics. Withdrawal headaches are real and brutal. Possibly having more creative days already, hands seem steadier. Bodies are chemical factories worth optimizing. Happy to add caffeine to my growing list of drugs I'm better off without.
I spent all weekend (Friday 8pm to Sunday 10pm, 10 hours sleep total) building a site full of circles I had to cut and paste manually. Never again. Also: Britney's new album is elevator music, Madonna showed her up, and my love life is exactly as empty as this post suggests.
Late to post this Friday Five, answering each question with increasing adjectives: my room is big, my coworkers are talented but annoying, web development is creative and amazing, my days are sleepy to engaged, and my ideal life ends with fame, Ian McKellan-style.
Steve's got a bold new look. Kinky, but sexy.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen are now in doubt, so it's no longer the one tip I'd offer for the future. It's now about as reliable as any other advice I might give.
I'm reviewing every product at the Pret a Manger near me. First up: a surprisingly good prawn sandwich, an excellent yoghurt granola fruit bowl, and a Coke. More to come.
Answering the Friday Five: I want to find the perfect boyfriend, I'm brutally honest about haircuts, I once lost a friend who turned out to be a pathological liar, I'd live in the X-men universe to meet Iceman, and I wish I could sing.
Spent the morning sleeping in, eating well, and soaking in a hot tub on the roof. I'm on vacation and it's glorious. Also spent too much time thinking about a Christina Aguilera video, of all things, and getting weirdly emotional about it. Don't judge me.
Just arrived in Trinidad. Sun, ocean views, and a tan in progress. I'm insufferably smug about it.
Heading to Trinidad and thrilled about it. Cold, grey, and dark at 3pm here, so burning MP3 CDs instead of catching my train. Priorities.
My Christmas checklist: no humming carols, yes to gifts and tinsel and stuffing my face. No fake family bonhomie, no snow (I'll be in the tropics), no holiday charity guilt trips, no special appreciation of loved ones I already appreciate year-round. Christmas is just a good excuse for things I'd do anyway.
Laziness is scientifically good for you. After this vacation, I may be the healthiest person alive.
