Hello. My name's Abs, although for the purpose of this blog, I'll also be going by Thursday's Child.
I'm a girl who is currently looking for a job. I live in a little village in the south-west of England, and have two rough coated guinea pigs who think their mission in life is to get their teeth into anything remotely munchable. Which includes my lips and fingers.
To be honest, I'm rather taciturn in real life. Blogging gives me a chance to get my thoughts out of my head and onto the screen, as it were.
I'm rubbish at maths. I find this rather shaming to admit, but I still don't know all of my times tables. Science, especially the natural aspect and History were the subjects I liked best in school. This was mainly due to the fact that the teachers did their best to make the subjects seem interesting.
I draw. I don't think I'm an "artist" as such, since my drawings aren't that good, but I'm happy with them. I also do a bit of writing.
I think that's all for today!
Thursday's Child.
Thursday, 30 April 2009
Tuesday, 28 April 2009
Wednesday's Child checks in...
Sydney, I can already tell that we have a lot in common. I will present my evidence to you in list form:
1) I am also a girl. Whilst I may not be a stereotypical clothes-loving, magazine-reading, heart-on-sleeve-wearing individual of the ‘fairer sex,’ I am, unarguably, a girl. We will, therefore, almost definitely have in common certain physical characteristics. We will also most likely both conform to various societal norms, such as using the public WCs whose doors are marked with skirt-wearing stick figures, and occasionally wearing dresses to formal events.
2) I am also a student. You didn’t mention what you study, though, and if it turns out to be maths - or any of its logic-based kindred - I may have to re-think this bullet point. Needless to say (but I will anyway) I do not study anything scientific*; doing so would probably cause me actual physical damage, both from chewing the inside of cheeks with frustration (a bad habit of mine) and from the inevitable cranial explosion caused by my brain rapidly reaching its vital capacity. I study linguistics – safe, interesting, do-able linguistics.
3) I am also not a vicious, rumour-spreading fiend. Hooray! :D
My name is Lucy, and I guess for the purposes of this blog I’ll also go by Wednesday’s Child. The poem lies, though, because I’m not full of woe, for a number of very good reasons: I’m 19 years old, an excellent age at which I’m approaching (or perhaps even at, I don’t know, I’m no biologist) my physical and mental peak; I’m engaged (yes, as in to be married) to a wonderful guy called Chris, whose name you’d better remember as it’ll be cropping up a lot in the ensuing Wednesday blog entries; and, as mentioned above, I’m in my first year of studying towards a safe, interesting and do-able degree at the University of Leeds in England, with the ultimate aim of becoming a Primary School teacher.
There’s my life in a nutshell. I like nuts, by the way, perhaps a bit too much; I discovered this after becoming a vegetarian two weeks ago, and consequently cramming various nutrient-rich meat alternatives into my tiny kitchen cupboard – a small but expensive bag of mixed nuts being one of said alternatives. Nuts are more addictive than I could possibly have dreamt in my omnivorous days. They’re also packed with fat, which is a bit of an inconvenience when I’m trying to lose weight for June 20th, aka Wedding Day.
I never thought I’d be talking about nuts in my first blog post. I guess that’s what happens when you write in the early hours of the morning.
By the way, guys, we can comment on each others’ entries by using our LJ profiles (just try to leave a comment in the normal way and it all becomes pretty self-explanatory); given that we all definitely have a LiveJournal account, I’m thinking this might be the best way to give feedback on other posts? Well, I already did on Sydney’s entry anyway, so that’s the way I’ll be doing things :P
Looking forward to hearing from you all!
Over and out,
Wednesday’s Child.
(* Actually, this is sort of untrue. There are scientific aspects to linguistics, but they’re tolerable and only used in moderation. My brain can just about cope!)
1) I am also a girl. Whilst I may not be a stereotypical clothes-loving, magazine-reading, heart-on-sleeve-wearing individual of the ‘fairer sex,’ I am, unarguably, a girl. We will, therefore, almost definitely have in common certain physical characteristics. We will also most likely both conform to various societal norms, such as using the public WCs whose doors are marked with skirt-wearing stick figures, and occasionally wearing dresses to formal events.
2) I am also a student. You didn’t mention what you study, though, and if it turns out to be maths - or any of its logic-based kindred - I may have to re-think this bullet point. Needless to say (but I will anyway) I do not study anything scientific*; doing so would probably cause me actual physical damage, both from chewing the inside of cheeks with frustration (a bad habit of mine) and from the inevitable cranial explosion caused by my brain rapidly reaching its vital capacity. I study linguistics – safe, interesting, do-able linguistics.
3) I am also not a vicious, rumour-spreading fiend. Hooray! :D
My name is Lucy, and I guess for the purposes of this blog I’ll also go by Wednesday’s Child. The poem lies, though, because I’m not full of woe, for a number of very good reasons: I’m 19 years old, an excellent age at which I’m approaching (or perhaps even at, I don’t know, I’m no biologist) my physical and mental peak; I’m engaged (yes, as in to be married) to a wonderful guy called Chris, whose name you’d better remember as it’ll be cropping up a lot in the ensuing Wednesday blog entries; and, as mentioned above, I’m in my first year of studying towards a safe, interesting and do-able degree at the University of Leeds in England, with the ultimate aim of becoming a Primary School teacher.
There’s my life in a nutshell. I like nuts, by the way, perhaps a bit too much; I discovered this after becoming a vegetarian two weeks ago, and consequently cramming various nutrient-rich meat alternatives into my tiny kitchen cupboard – a small but expensive bag of mixed nuts being one of said alternatives. Nuts are more addictive than I could possibly have dreamt in my omnivorous days. They’re also packed with fat, which is a bit of an inconvenience when I’m trying to lose weight for June 20th, aka Wedding Day.
I never thought I’d be talking about nuts in my first blog post. I guess that’s what happens when you write in the early hours of the morning.
By the way, guys, we can comment on each others’ entries by using our LJ profiles (just try to leave a comment in the normal way and it all becomes pretty self-explanatory); given that we all definitely have a LiveJournal account, I’m thinking this might be the best way to give feedback on other posts? Well, I already did on Sydney’s entry anyway, so that’s the way I’ll be doing things :P
Looking forward to hearing from you all!
Over and out,
Wednesday’s Child.
(* Actually, this is sort of untrue. There are scientific aspects to linguistics, but they’re tolerable and only used in moderation. My brain can just about cope!)
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Greetings!
Before I take you on the journey of a blog, I would like to begin with an explanation of what this one will offer you:
As the username claims, we are Seven Bloggers Blogging. Powers of deduction might have helped you conclude that each one of us seven will take a single day of the week (i.e. I have Tuesdays), and each week we will update the blog on our appointed days. That's the basics, any further detail and my own head will start feeling heavy.
A small disclaimer: The seven of us are by no means in the same location. In fact, each of us are in different time zones. It could cause time issues, but I'm sure the kinks will work themselves out if you bare with us.
Enough with the poor explanations...
So, today I present you me, Sydney Gann, your Tuesday Blogger. Instead of forcing you to read a biography of myself, I'll present you with three basic facts:
I am a Student.
I am a girl (as my name is neutral).
And I live somewhere very green, very yellow, and very wheaty.
While we're on the subject of threes, I now give you my actual blog! Huzzah!
Verisimilitude: As the generally blunt character in my social circle, it's been widely accepted that I'm the most truthful person you will ever meet. That is, for the most part, the truth itself; however, might I pose the possibility that an individual has the capacity to bluntly lie? It is quite simple really, once those around you settle into the opinion that all opinions spouting from your lips are the truth (or at least, your truth), an opportunity eventually presents itself. Actuallity often tramples upon pretenses, yes, but the ability to bluntly tell the truth while simultaneously telling blunt lies occurs more often in my life than not. Am I a vicious, rumor spreading fiend? No. My lies do not span beyond my own being. Yes, I practiced my French Horn last night. No, I am not angry with you. Ect. Be wary, become a listener and not a shoulder-shrugger. If such a blunt, truth telling friend exists in your web watch them as they speak and truly evaluate their face and words. You'll see that more often than not, the truth they so bluntly tell is not complete.
Heart: Two widely accepted theories exist on the functionality of my heart. The first, more appropriate theory claims that it sits in the lower left side of my thoracic cavity and is roughly the size of my fist. There, nestled between two lungs, it beats at a steady pace and remains quite healthy. The rate of my pulse suggests I am athetic and have slightly low blood pressure, a sign that it is often times laid back. The second, more popular theory states that it is frozen twice over, hidden in a box under my bed, and locked away with a thrown away key. It does not receive affection or grant any in return, and the only thing it is good for is for speculating how much heat it would take to melt the first layer of ice. I'm pragmatic, therefore, any tale that has my heart beating outside of my chest is simply not worth my consideration.
Tautology: The possibilities of standing down (outside of the context of arguing) are slim to none. Take a look at the English language, will you? When writers have their characters standing, they often write 'they sat down' to illustrate the instant the character's butt made contact with a hard or plush surface. While many would claim that an extra word, a preposition (pesky creatures), does not make a difference to the clarity of writing, I seethe at the extra usage. They sat would be more appropriate and less repetitive. Other examples of needless space filling are Widow Woman, He/she/it said after quotations, Windy wind, wet rain. I've seen them all. Redundancy never wears off.
That's all I have for you today,
Tuesday's Child.
Before I take you on the journey of a blog, I would like to begin with an explanation of what this one will offer you:
As the username claims, we are Seven Bloggers Blogging. Powers of deduction might have helped you conclude that each one of us seven will take a single day of the week (i.e. I have Tuesdays), and each week we will update the blog on our appointed days. That's the basics, any further detail and my own head will start feeling heavy.
A small disclaimer: The seven of us are by no means in the same location. In fact, each of us are in different time zones. It could cause time issues, but I'm sure the kinks will work themselves out if you bare with us.
Enough with the poor explanations...
So, today I present you me, Sydney Gann, your Tuesday Blogger. Instead of forcing you to read a biography of myself, I'll present you with three basic facts:
I am a Student.
I am a girl (as my name is neutral).
And I live somewhere very green, very yellow, and very wheaty.
While we're on the subject of threes, I now give you my actual blog! Huzzah!
Verisimilitude: As the generally blunt character in my social circle, it's been widely accepted that I'm the most truthful person you will ever meet. That is, for the most part, the truth itself; however, might I pose the possibility that an individual has the capacity to bluntly lie? It is quite simple really, once those around you settle into the opinion that all opinions spouting from your lips are the truth (or at least, your truth), an opportunity eventually presents itself. Actuallity often tramples upon pretenses, yes, but the ability to bluntly tell the truth while simultaneously telling blunt lies occurs more often in my life than not. Am I a vicious, rumor spreading fiend? No. My lies do not span beyond my own being. Yes, I practiced my French Horn last night. No, I am not angry with you. Ect. Be wary, become a listener and not a shoulder-shrugger. If such a blunt, truth telling friend exists in your web watch them as they speak and truly evaluate their face and words. You'll see that more often than not, the truth they so bluntly tell is not complete.
Heart: Two widely accepted theories exist on the functionality of my heart. The first, more appropriate theory claims that it sits in the lower left side of my thoracic cavity and is roughly the size of my fist. There, nestled between two lungs, it beats at a steady pace and remains quite healthy. The rate of my pulse suggests I am athetic and have slightly low blood pressure, a sign that it is often times laid back. The second, more popular theory states that it is frozen twice over, hidden in a box under my bed, and locked away with a thrown away key. It does not receive affection or grant any in return, and the only thing it is good for is for speculating how much heat it would take to melt the first layer of ice. I'm pragmatic, therefore, any tale that has my heart beating outside of my chest is simply not worth my consideration.
Tautology: The possibilities of standing down (outside of the context of arguing) are slim to none. Take a look at the English language, will you? When writers have their characters standing, they often write 'they sat down' to illustrate the instant the character's butt made contact with a hard or plush surface. While many would claim that an extra word, a preposition (pesky creatures), does not make a difference to the clarity of writing, I seethe at the extra usage. They sat would be more appropriate and less repetitive. Other examples of needless space filling are Widow Woman, He/she/it said after quotations, Windy wind, wet rain. I've seen them all. Redundancy never wears off.
That's all I have for you today,
Tuesday's Child.
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