Rachey’s Ramblings

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If you’re a good musician, all will be forgiven.

I’m really not willing to spend too much blog time on the issue of Michael Jackson ‘dying‘ killing himself/faking his own death. But it does make me more than a bit angry that someone who once dangled a baby off a balcony and was very possibly a paedophile is somehow being heralded as a Saint. I don’t really care what bloody moonlight he boogied with or how great he was at walking funny across a stage. And, yeas yes, he had a shite childhood and had psychological issues. So do all the people locked up in Broadmoor. So probably does this sick f*ck who beat a tiny child to a pulp. They just don’t sing. “His reach and influence will not be forgotten”. No. I’m sure the poor kids still have nightmares.
But enough of that shite and onto some of my own denials. Firstly, the disaster that was my Greek exam. Oh dear. Partly not my fault, as, true to Greek form, the listening exam was based on 2 chapters of the book we haven’t done yet, but the rest was just blurgh. What’s the point of all that bloomin’ accusative stuff anyway?! Strong pronouns, weak pronouns, pronouns for the end of the sentence unless there are two vowels involved and it’s the 3rd Tuesday of the month and the sun is out. I don’t bloody know. Been running twice. It was painful. Both times. 12 weeks to the half-marathon. Oh crap. Gone to bed every night wishing I could meet a millionaire because, no actually, I don’t want a Tiffany ring (well, I do…) but still desperately want to do medicine yet have resigned myself to burying that as an impossibility. Sucks. And, the biggest news of all, as of tomorrow, I am not eating chocolate. Due to the fact that my clothes have ’suddenly’ got too tight and it’s just all wrong. Expect foul moods and possible drooling. Yummy.

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It was really meant to be me spoiling daddy this weekend but it was more the other way around. We had a nice afternoon out in Oxford yesterday, followed by an enjoyable, but somewhat unsuccessful, night at the doggies. Despite my having a purple lucky pen with a giant feather on the end, we didn’t get one single winner between us. Then it was a lovely lunch today before Daddy headed off home and I got on with my Greek homework like a good girl. I’m quite sure Father’s Day is meant to be about me treating him but that must just go to show what a great daddy he is!
Other than that, not much exciting has happened. Getting rather anxious that I won’t find a new housemate and will have to move yet again. Feeling sorry for myself that nobody buys me flowers anymore (my dad took 2 bunches of roses home for my mum today. Just because.). All too aware that tonight is the longest night of the year, ‘the night for lovers’ and I’m spending it minus lover. And wishing for some sun, beach and friend time to cheer me up soon. Here’s hoping…

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Careful where you place the stress when speaking Greek.

Παράδηγμα: “θα παίζουμε ταβλί;” could be misheard as “Θα παίζουμε καβλί;” if one is not careful. And speaking of Greek oral things, my exam went just fine on Monday. Fortunately, the only person listening to the τάβλι incident was Him last night rather than the external examiner in Greek class. And yes. It was backgammon we were playing yesterday. On this topic, I must say, aside from the ridiculous amount of work I had to do after coming in from a day at school, I had a very lovely evening yesterday. Unfortunately, no amount of παίζω με κ τάβλι can persuade Him to become my new housemate, so I’m currently looking for another one. If anyone knows of somebody crazy enough to want to live with me, my 7 selves and our stockpile of creme eggs, send ‘em my our way! Ταβλί comes as standard.

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I am 14 minutes later to bed than anticipated but I’ve been trying to understand how ‘Web 2.0′ can be classed as a word? Apparently, the millionth word to enter the English dictionary. Surely there were more eloquent words to pick?! Shakespeare will be turning in his grave tonight…

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If you find yourself walking with your eyes closed, it’s time to have an early night.

I’m sure I did manage to walk from the school I’m currently working in to the station, without actually being awake, today. So seeing as how I’ve been a good girl lately, earning myself a PhD studentship and all, I thought I’d treat myself to an evening of TV, chocolate, and it’ll be bedtime by 21:00. I must say, having had one night of self-deliberation over letting go of my delusion of studying medicine, me and my selves are now pretty chuffed about the whole moving to Newcastle to study for a PhD at the Institute of Neuroscience thing. Of course, leaving Him and other London friends behind will be a tough one. But new horizons and all that eh?!
So now I’ve just got to find somewhere to live from January (Wonky’s house is not an option-She’s too tidy), somewhere up there that does Greek lessons, and somehow get myself a driving license. Hey, if I got myself onto a PhD studentship without my lucky shell, nothing is impossible…

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If even Rachey can’t bring herself to watch Big Brother, you know it must be bad.

So I probably should have been reading for my interview yesterday evening. But I thought I’d just tune into Big Brother instead. You know, just to see. And I very quickly came to the conclusion that this year it must be part of a government initiative to section those mentally ill (included in that are just plain stupid) people of society who would otherwise refuse treatment. Not one of my 7 selves can bring themselves to watch any more. It is that bad. In more intelligent news, my interview at Newcastle seemed to go well today. They’ve got to choose between 3 candidates (9 if you include all of me) so we’ll see what happens with that one. I’ve always got medicine as my ‘back-up’ option career-path-to-deliberate-over anyway. Really. In more typical news, Wonky and I have a weekend of mischief planned. I shall be the one and only person to see her in her wedding dress tomorrow. And we will no doubt find some time to make cakes. And act like 3 year olds. My career choices may change. On a daily hourly basis. But my behaviour with Wonky? All 7 of my selves consistently co-ordinate on that one…

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If travelling by train in England, expect some sort of general chaos.

Last time I went for a PhD interview, my train sat without moving for the best part of an hour because of some problem with the axle on the track. This time, my reserved seat from London to Newcastle was in coach E when there was no coach E but apparently the ticket for my seat was somewhere in coaches B or C but not actually corresponding to the seat number in any logical way. Brilliant. But I’ve finally made it to Wonky’s place and do believe I’m prepared (as prepared as I can be without my lucky shell) for tomorrow’s interview. In the School of Neuroscience, no less. Let’s just hope they don’t deploy the brain scanner and find out what’s really in there…

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If walking on Greek pavements, tread carefully.

1st day in Athens yesterday and I thought I’d start my trip by taking it very literally and falling arse over tit somewhere near the centre. So the only souvenirs I shall be bringing home this time are a whopping great bruise on my arm and two grazed knees. Classy. I blame the heat rather than my inability to walk and talk at the same time. Was 33 degrees yesterday as we were schlepping around the city centre, wishing the beach wasn’t at least 3 modes of public transport away. The conference has gone well both yesterday and today though, with our boss deciding we only needed to attend the sessions we were interested in, hence we only attended our own. I’m sure we know it all anyway.
Being here without Him to hold my hand has also given me the chance to practice my Greek. Which has involved various conversations with Greek taxi drivers. I’ve yet to be over-charged by one so I must be doing something right. Although I did end up paying more than absolutely necessary when my confusion of ’straight ahead’ with ‘left’ got us entirely lost near His house and the taxi driver couldn’t find the street on his SatNav. Oh, and then there was the taxi driver who told me, on not being able to find a street in central Athens, that I should carry a map. All part of the Greek experience. Of course, the highlight so far has been meeting up with the beautiful Maria for lamb chops under the Acropolis, who really does need to come back to England with me so I don’t have to miss her all over again (Maria that is, not the lamb chops. Or the Acropolis). And I’m sure I’ll be saying the same thing about Vasilike come the end of tomorrow when I see her too. Oh, this conference business is hard work…

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I’ve been quiet (in the virtual sense) this week because, once again, haven’t done much that I thought would interest anyone really. I’ve spent the week mainly inputting data until I was speaking in binary code. Went to the 1st of 2 PhD interviews and managed not to reveal the stupider few of my 7 selves. I think. Can’t say I was enthralled by anything there though until I went into Waterstones and started browsing the medicine section. Rachey wants to wear a stethoscope and dissect things. All 7 of Rachey’s selves are agreed. And that doesn’t happen often. Must be for real.
Highlight of the week was seeing the lovely Alexandra in a play. Sooooooo proud of my Greek darling. And from tomorrow I shall hopefully be seeing some more of my Greek darlings as I’m off to Athens and all 33 of its sunshine degrees for a ‘conference’. Which I’m hoping will be less academia and more coffee-with-friends. I’m certainly feeling like I’ve had enough of one and nowhere near enough of the other of late…

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