Well, it all started when...

Ok so the title is slightly more dramatic than is quite possibly necessary...but quite frankly, not my problem.
So the last few days has involved a whole lot of preparation for Lucy's wedding - hair on Thursday, shoes on Friday and dress fitting today; needless to say excitement levels are pretty high. Which for anyone who has known me a significant amount of time must be a bit of a shock that I am excited about hair, shoes and dresses. A far cry from the 14 year old tomboy playing football with the guys and the girl who had prior to her sixth form prom never bought a dress; and throughout school (had she not been somewhat cripplingly conscientious)would have been first to sign the petition to change school uniform from a nearly compulsory skirt and a pink and white checked blouse. Not that having three people stare at you whilst someone does unknown things to your hair doesn't still freak me out a little. Also, aside from the fact that I have regularly sized feet, shoe shopping would have at one time ranked up in my top 10 most hated activities. Not any more - I guess a girl can change. So Lucy gets married in about a month and a half - count down!
And the tears..? Not much change there - I'm an uber wuss when it comes to films/TV/novels and tonight we finished off our 'Dawson's Creek' marathon (which has been running from Freshers' Week this year) and it is absolutely and completely emotionally draining, especially the 1hr40 bonanza to finish. Wept my way through the second half - nightmare - although I was somewhat amused to discover that Kirsty and Hannah were as bad as me and Lucy relatively controlled. Personally I reckon she just wasn't paying attention. Although complete breakdown was prevented by some rather hilarious revisiting of past episodes and some dreadful haircuts. Happily the house Pacey/Dawson divide remains as strong as when we started - takes all sorts to make the world go round, plus some people are simply just wrong

I think I have come to the conclusion that I think I think too much... I can't be sure, but latest evidence does support this. I've just sat downstairs watching 2 enthralling episodes of Dawson's Creek (subjective opinion) yet pondering how I was going to carry a mug, 2 glasses, a bowl and a yoghurt pot (with spoon) in one trip to the kitchen without dropping anything. To be fair, they were in my peripheral vision but 1h30 minutes thinking about it! It took me precisely 2 minutes to come up with the plan the rest was me just wondering about would it work/contingency plans - and that's without a single cup of coffee! Phew imagine what will happen when I have to make a real decision.

...In case you were wondering plan A worked like a charm. G'night

Three things to note:
1) Kidney Beans do not taste good uncooked (apparently raw they are poisonous)
2) Kidney Beans explode after roughly 4 and a half minutes in the microwave
3) Kidney Beans don't taste any better post explosion
That is all

Just under a month since I last posted - poor effort.
So what has changed since last month:

Well my knowledge of animals has increased. Apparently male cows don't produce milk, which renders every picture of a male cow I have ever drawn wrong (admittedly that isn't a huge number). And also only female chickens lay eggs and not every egg could become a chicken. I seriously never knew this yet I have a sneaking suspicion I really should have...Hannah has now explained these things to me.

I now know where the fresh coriander section is in Sainsbury's (and that coriander only has one 'r' in it)after Hannah sent me to Sainsbury's to get fresh coriander, mushrooms (yuk) and spring onions (amongst a few other more recognisable items).

I have started my dissertation - by which I mean I have scaled the four flights of stairs to the theology section only to discover that there is a whole monster shelf on Aquinas' 'Summa Theologica' and that there are multiple volumes of which I had to find one. After twenty minutes of searching I discovered the desired volume only to find my search rendered useless by the fact it was written in Latin - nightmare. My search was not aided by the fact that as per usual half the shelves were too high and I had to stand on one of those silly stool things to reach - which is a little embarrasing - yet provides a new perspective on the library - or at least I suspect it would were the library not full of books - but then I don't suppose it would function quite so well as a library. I now have 2 possible copies of the right volume however I am not convinced that I didn't just pick up the same book twice...swapping to Calvin is looking more tempting by the minute. However, I'll give it a go.

Paul has got engaged - which is very exciting (if not a little scary)
I have my first dress fitting next Saturday for my bridesmaid dress for Lucy's wedding - which is now less than 2 months away.
I have discovered that there are some truly hideous wedding dresses and wedding paraphernalia whilst flicking through wedding magazines and have also seen that some people most definitely have more money than sense.

I have also discovered Nottingham Castle - well not in the truest sense of discovered. I went last Saturday with my parents and it was a beautifully sunny day and it was so so pretty. If you get the chance go see it in the sunshine (if you live in Notts and go in the week it is free too).

One final thing that really surprised me - Disney films. Now I liked them when I was younger, but the other night we put 'Beauty and the Beast' on as a bit of late easy viewing and it was fascinating - really. I sat there thinking "Dani, you're 20, seriously" but no it was well good. Also we remembered most the words and quite happily sang along which was much fun. The funniest part has to be when the Beast if getting ready for the big dinner with Belle and goes incredibly fluffy - really very funny - honestly. If you want to prove me wrong you must watch it...And on that note...