ooh er it went all soppy at the end!

i am slightly firey and cross today so don't get in my way.
the day began with a man on the train pushing my fragile mind to breaking point, he was flicking his train ticket on his stubble, over and over again, i turned around and he took great satisfaction in seeing that it was annoying me and continued to do it in a more and more frenzied way, i pretended i didn;t care and read the paper but my eyes were fixed on the back of the chair and a smile broke out on my face in incrediluity that he was being such a child! we battled like this ALL the way to leeds. I wanted to be able to stand up and say 'Did you enjoy that? flicking your train ticket?' so he could say 'yes i did, anyway it's a free country' and i could silently take out a samurai sword and cut off his arm, then see the look on his smug face as i said 'no more flicking for you'.

so yeah, that's the mood i am in.

saw toy story 3 last night, it was brill but i still think the other one was better (with the bad cowboy man) also there were parts that were seriously dark! there's a baby with a baby voice that is well well creepsters!

It was my first 3D film and was pretty exciting, here were the problems:

I wear glasses at the cinema, the 3D glasses just about fit over but slip off all the time.
the 3D adverts are more amazing than the 3D effects in the film.
3D is dark cause the shades are dark, when i peeped out of my glasses the colour was loads better.

there you go.
also, a 3D tV? that is lame,wearing 3D glasses to watch telly? your life is very empty my friend.


well, off to the studio, need a long draw, m&d got me cambridge lib books that are AMAZING so i am gonna get stuck in. meeting my avon lady tomorrow, told her i wasn't gonna do it, it isn't for me. no way. what was i thinking? i am still gonna buy it though, that's probably all i ever wanted to do!

can't wait to head down to dorset for my holiday..., a month to go or some such thing...
i used to always wonder why everyone had their weekends booked up so far in advance but now i see it's just in CAMBRIDge that you never have your weekends booked up cause you always want a chance to leave at the drop of a hat!
i do miss cambridge though. most of all i miss cycling. seriously, i miss it a LOT.
i was trying to think if i have a love/hate relationship with the bridge but it doesn't quite sum it up, it's more protective/disdainful/joined forever feeling, it's so much part of me that it will never not be important, it's like a 3rd parent, but one who keeps having step-children that are richer than you.
cambridge means so much to people who go there and live there for a time that i feel lucky it is my place and i grew up in it and i know it so intimately.
I will leave you with a beautiful poem about cambridge by Xu Zhimo a Chinese student there from 1920 who died in a plane crash in 1931. I love this poem because when i think about the bits of cambridge that i love, it is all quiet, by the river, moments i've had alone just with the city, cycling along or reading or lying down.

Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Quietly I wave good-bye
To the rosy clouds in the western sky.

The golden willows by the riverside
Are young brides in the setting sun;
Their reflections on the shimmering waves
Always linger in the depth of my heart.

The floating heart growing in the sludge
Sways leisurely under the water;
In the gentle waves of Cambridge
I would be a water plant!

That pool under the shade of elm trees
Holds not water but the rainbow from the sky;
Shattered to pieces among the duckweeds
Is the sediment of a rainbow-like dream?

To seek a dream?
Just to pole a boat upstream
To where the green grass is more verdant;
Or to have the boat fully loaded with starlight

And sing aloud in the splendor of starlight.
But I cannot sing aloud
Quietness is my farewell music;
Even summer insects heap silence for me

Silent is Cambridge tonight!
Very quietly I take my leave
As quietly as I came here;
Gently I flick my sleeves
Not even a wisp of cloud will I bring away