Pondering.

Well, all good things come to an end.
Even the very best of them.
Crushed is pretty accurate when it comes to the description of how I'm feeling, and is empty.
However, I accept that I'm not the only one who has feelings, and wants and needs, and although all of mine were being met - not only that, but surpassed - I recognise that I may not have fulfilled all wants and needs.
Actually, I KNOW I didn't. After all, it is ME.
Therefore, I don't feel bitter or agitated, because I just want her to be happy.
If this is what it takes, then this is what it takes, and I'm good with it.

Anyway... Pondering...
Oh aye.
Recently, folk have taken to describing me - at various junctions - as boring, unfriendly and downright nasty.
Now I realise that I'm not the most interesting person ever. Nor am I always as friendly as I could/should be.
But I never realised  that these things are much worse than was apparent to me.
Point is, I can't do much about them.
I am me. I don't colour myself up with bright, fantastical and heady colours to make myself interesting. I'm not always the friendliest person, but I tend to try to be fairly amiable. If I fail, it's either that I'm in a bad mood, or that I actually don't like someone. If the former, sorry. If the latter, tough.
But NASTY? To be honset, I've never considered myself a nasty person. Occasionally mean, perhaps. Certainly one to hold a grudge (but only when justified). Sometimes bitter.
But I never thought some people just viewed me as downright unpleasant.

It just proves that people's opinions of you can vary wildly from your of yourself.

Well, this has been a pretty shit blog post, and you have my apologies.

N.B. - Exam Countdown Timer inidcates 24 days until my first "real" exam.
Golly. How fun.

End.

Music, but not USEFUL music, and a job...

Last night, I attended the opera Tosca with my father. Aside from the fact that the theater was TOO DAMN WARM, the seats were TOO DAMN SMALL, and the ice-cream was TOO DAMN EXPENSIVE, it was magnificent, as is everything touched by the operatic genius ot the WNO company.
But whilst I spent three hours in a very musical environment, I STILL haven't finished my second AS composition... Or my first, for that matter... Neither have I finished learning my second piece for my practical examination.
Which is in a fortnight...
Oh dear.

And the job...
If ever you die/injure yourself/fancy something diverting to do, drop in to the Information Desk in the reception area of Morriston Hospital (or Wards A - V... Dispensing liquid refreshment...), and you'll find me there. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you... In the administrative sense, of course.
Being a "Student Volunteer" (oh aye... NON-PAYING job... See how benificent I am?), we're not even allowed the plump patients' pillows. It sucks.
But it's a foot in the door, which may lead to my being able to body-slam the damn portal open, to get a paying job. Also, it's a damn good thing to put on your CV, and I can get an employer's reference if ever I apply for other jobs.
Plus it makes me feel pretty snazzy on the inside, to be helping people, even in little ways, like finding where their relatives are in the hospital, booking appointements for people, and directing them to various places.

Anyway, enough of my declamatory saintliness (which I'm pretty shure should be an oxymoron...).
I hope you've all had a goood Easter holiday, and that you're all anticipating the re-attendence of school with the same degree of trepidation of myself.
I don't like to suffer alone, you see...

SUCH A TRUE SAINT, to share the suffering.

End.

Peed myself with excitement...

Me.
Llandaff.
Organ.
Two hours.
Alone.

JIZZ.

End.

Peeing myself with excitement...

So. New organ in Llandaff Cathedral. First played (other than for calibration) last night.
Guess who's going to play it on Wednesday.
*screams with anticipation*

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