Mind Control

To what extent can we really control our own thoughts?

Many science types may argue with me on this one, but lately I have not been able to stop thinking about this concept (which, in itself, semi-answers the above). If you’ve seen Inception, you’ll know what I’m talking about.

If someone walks up to you in the street and says, “Don’t think about fish”, what does your mind automatically and instinctively flick to? Fish. So, in this sense, it is not necessarily possible to control our thought processes. But then begs the question: is there a difference between our thoughts and how we come to think those thoughts?

Maybe I’m talking complete and utter crap, maybe I’m actually talking sense and you all now think I’m a genius, or maybe you too have thought this through, but answer me this…what are you thinking about now that you’ve finished reading? 🙂



it’s official. Send out the invites, ring the old, echoey bells, set the date –

I am in LOVE with Colin Farrell. Not that it needs explaining, but I will anyway.

This afternoon, my housemate Tara and I were sitting around talking about people we don’t like, when it suddenly occurred to me that it was a sunny day and we were sitting inside doing nothing. Pointing this out, we then decided to go the cinema.

After checking the Odeon website’s list of screenings we decided upon Fright Night, mainly because David Tennant is in it and we are avid Doctor Who watchers. upon our arrival and payment we sat down and commenced a conversation about horse riding.

The film began and 10 minutes went by of nothing short of funny goings on in an american neighbourhood…and then it happened. he camera focus shifted to an undeniably beautiful and recognisable facial structure. Those cheekbones, the 5 o’clock shadow, those dark, perfect eyes…were greeted with simultaneous gasps of sheer surprise and followed, somewhat inevitably, of the two of us turning to each other to confirm that this was precisely who we thought it was, and that it wasn’t a dream.

He played the villain of the piece, but we didn’t care…forget Edward Cullen, ladies, Jerry the Vampire is where it’s at. Not only was he an excellent actor and portrayed an evil vampire very well, but he did it in such a way that wasn’t even creepy…or maybe it’s just me because I LOVE HIM.

Long story short, he is literally the most beautiful specimen of masculinity I have ever lain eyes on…and he looks shaggable in black.


My Housemates

So, I haven’t written anything in a while, but there are various reasons for this.

Firstly, my laptop has committed suicide without telling me and the only machine I can currently use is my mum’s. I need my own one, so if anyone has one they are willing to loan or sell very cheaply to me, do let me know 🙂 the smaller the better!.
Secondly, I’ve been on holiday a lot recently to Turkey, so I’ve been out of range for a while.Thirdly, I haven’t been too inspired, and when I’m not inspired I don’t usually write anything worthy of being viewed by your beautiful selves. So, here I am, back and raring to go.

Having spent a month away from them, I received a very warm welcome from my housemates upon returning home. I was also greeted with some gossip, but that is not for publishing 😛 all I can say is, it was HILARIOUS!

I live with 3 other people, 2 girls and a boy, otherwise known as Tara, Bethan and Joshua. They are 3 of the most fantastic people to live with in the world and I can’t wait until term starts so that we can get comfy and live together fulltime. Let me tell you about them.

So, first we have Tara, or as I call her, The Lady Etherington, as she is…well, loaded. She refers to her garden as “the grounds” and she has a suit of armour in her house, plus her own bath (I mean really, how many people can actually afford their own bath?). She is fun-loving, despite her cheating hand at ligretto, clumsy and full of some of the funniest stories you will ever hear (ask her about the time she fell asleep on the train).

Then we have Beth, otherwise known as Ms Brrthan Mrrk (as it says on her tesco’s clubcard). Now this one, being from the west country, has the slightest hint of her true accent once you fill her up with alcohol. She’s good fun though, and despite not being able to have caffeine, she as a lot of energy!

Finally, we have Josh, whose campness would make you mistake him for another girl. He’s my fellow scouser and often the punchline of most of our jokes. He’s the cleanest yet most disgusting person I know (for reasons I will not disclose, but uni peoples, you know what I’m on about!) but we have a laugh. He’s also a fantastic scouse-cookBeautiful People..

All in all these are 3 of my favourite people in the world and I’m so gutted I can’t live with them for more than 12 months, but sadly that is the way it has to be. So there they are, and if you ever meet any of them, count yourself lucky, because I do.