Saturday, 23 November 2013

I'm a vulcan, cheeseballz!

So I briefly mentioned in my last blog post that I had something I wanted to share with you guys once it had been set completely in stone, and the day has come for me to tell you (finally!).

It's quite a funny story in the fact that it started at one of my shifts at the hotel I work for (oh, the cliché waitress wanting to become something bigger...), completely out of the blue. Not to mention the fact that I'd been begging God beforehand to make it so that I didn't have to do this goddamn shift! I kind of find it near enough impossible to say no to a shift if I know I can make it, even if I have loads of work to do. Luckily, this one particular time it was worth me saying yes to, and not just for the money...

Okay, I know I'm teasing you, I'm sorry.

Basically I was helping with a function and one of the gentlemen there had had one glass of wine too many, and tried guessing where I was from and what I was studying at university. And when I told him I study Aerospace Engineering he completely sobered and said, "It's funny you should say that, because all joking aside I'm the PR for Vulcan to the Sky Trust", and he gave me the offer to work for the trust there and then!

For those of you who don't know, the Vulcan to the Sky Trust is a charity sponsored by companies like BAE Systems, and operate the last flying Vulcan bombers that were used by the RAF between 1960 and 1993. The whole thing started off as just a £1 bet in a pub, and now the charity have been flying the aircraft in air shows all over the country for what will be six years in the summer. Unfortunately, either 2014 or 2015 will be the last time the Vulcan XH558 flies, and so this is a fantastic opportunity that will never come around again.

I wanted to wait and make sure that I definitely was going to get this experience before telling you guys, especially after how excited I'd been about that internship I was offered in India last year that never came about, and now I know for sure it's gonna happen!

Today I went to the Vulcan hangar in Doncaster to meet the other trustees, crew and volunteers of the trust, and guess who ended up falling in love:

The Vulcan XH558

"The Spirit of Great Britain"
Isn't she a beauty!

A long story short, today was amazing, and I am truly in awe of what these people have done and carry on to do. I can hardly wait to start working with the team next month.

In the meantime, I'm going to be brushing up on my Vulcan history by reading this:


Hope you're all having a great weekend, and I'll be sure to post sometime soon (hopefully with a short story or something!).

But for now, keep smiling!


Claire

Sunday, 3 November 2013

Happy Diwali!

Ten minutes left to finish this post? Challenge accepted!

So I just want to start off by saying: Happy Diwali everyone! For those of you who don't know, Diwali is the one of the most important festivals of the year for Hindus, and signifies the triumph of good over evil. My friends and I went to have a gander at the lights in Leicester, and it was really quite beautiful to be a part of. There were rows of lights and fireworks, and completely different to how our holidays such as Easter and Christmas are celebrated. It was really lovely.



Martin, Natalie, Connor and me
Natalie, me and Sneha.
In the temple you were able to get your name written on the Rangoli decorations.
Fireworks!

Would some of you agree with me when I say that I feel we don't make enough effort to celebrate our holidays as a community?

On another note, Halloween was AWESOME this year! Partially to do with the fact that I wasn't ill like last year! I've got some pictures of my two different costumes (because Halloween was over three nights just to make up for last year):




So yeah, I was a very happy bunny this year. I hope you guys also had a good Halloween, and that you actually made an effort unlike some (ahem, Connor!):



My super awesome friend Dan let him borrow his mask 'cause Dan is SUPER AWESOME.



Dan is a babe.

So- Oh goddammit, I've gone over my time limit! Oh well, it's still Diwali somewhere in the world!


Oh! And I have some really exciting news to share with you guys soon. Not yet, because I want to make sure everything is confirmed first, but I can promise you soon, and that it's really fantastic!

Welp! Next stop, Bonfire Night! Who's with me?

Keep smiling!


Claire

A Letter Not To You (Part Two)

Sometimes I really hate you. You're so fucking perfect, yet you're blind to how much you affect me. Can't you see that since we got together - no, since BEFORE we got together - I've been a complete mess in front of you? You break and mend me all at the same time when we are together, and when we are apart you just hurt me. And what makes it even more painful is the fact that you don't even seem to realise what you're doing to me. I have been reduced to the most needy creature in the world, and it's disgusting. I think of you every second of every day; I wait in anticipation for the text you never send and the call you never make. I have to restrain myself from bombarding you with more messages when you don't reply straight away, and I just hate how I am now that you're in my life again.

I don't understand this effect you have on me. I was always so laid back about relationships and wondering why the guys I dated were always so clingy and unable to allow me to be myself. And then you came along and my world came crashing down around my ears. You never contact me; I feel like I'm making all the effort in this relationship as we so call it. You make me feel desperate and needy for your love and I can't stand being like this. It's not the way I'm supposed to be. I'm supposed to be the selfish bitch who has no heart and now you've caged it like it's one of your pets. Sometimes you don't reply to me at all and I find myself in a mental war with my brain and that stupid fucking organ that signifies love:

"Should I text her again?"

"No, you've texted her already. She'll reply when she's not busy."

"But that was over six hours ago. Should I Facebook her?"

"No, she'll reply. Stop seeming so bloody desperate. Pull yourself together!"

"But she isn't replying!"

Don't you understand? I'm not like those other idiots, yet here I am acting as if I am, all the time. You're the first thing I think about in the morning, and the last thing I think about at night. It is torture, a torture that you're either too blind or too self absorbed to notice.

I apologise - I know you're not self absorbed. You care so much about your friends. Well...all your friends except for me. We were friends once, babe, remember? We were friends and then we became more than friends, and although that all sounds so simple and hunky-dory, it's not. It's really...really not. Because although I know we are "more than friends"...although I know we are in a relationship...sometimes it just feels as though I'm nothing to you. It feels like you don't care.

Maybe I'm being melodramatic. Perhaps. But that doesn't magically stop what I'm feeling. I am constantly torn between kissing you and breaking up with you, but I know for certain that I love you.

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