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So...as I said... [26 Jun 2006|07:07pm]
Right. To confirm.

I'm moving to miss_bluesky.

Adding some of you (who I'm in touch with regularly) but also am very happy for those of you who I'm in touch with less often to re-friend me. I'm going to try to keep up to speed with everyone in the new place more.

The question is, though, do I open up the new journal to people who know me in real life? Nobody at school knows about this journal and I'm in two minds as to whether I ought to carry on to the full with this let's-be-honest-about-our-feelings lark I've got going on. Any ideas on this would be much appreciated since I have absolutely no capacity for making my own decisions, and I'll continue to check back here over the coming few days and weeks (while I'm getting everything sorted at the new journal) if anyone wants to leave me a message here.

I'm keeping the entries here for now, just because I can't quite let go of them yet.

Yes. Super. Hope to see you there.

-Emma
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To move or not to move [25 Jun 2006|08:50pm]
[ mood | grumpy ]

So I'm getting majorly tempted to up sticks and move to miss_bluesky, an account which I've had sort of indecisively on hold for a couple of weeks now. I have been sadly neglecting more than half of my friends list and lost touch with numerous people, not to mention the majority of my communities.

This is a transitional period for me anyway. I'm starting to really want to move forward with things and I feel a bit like maybe I ought to document that somewhere fresh. Things are changing on the voice front, too, and I'm starting to feel like I need to start this new stage of the process elsewhere.

Plus lauradalloway doesn't really mean anything to me any more. And I want to be more positive.

If and when I do migrate (will probably be quite soon unless someone sways me in some way...), anyone who wants to will, of course, remain on the friends list (as well as many who probably won't, but haven't objected).

Anyway.

Party was all right, didn't bother with the CD in the end. We spent most of the evening watching DVDs and I realised I've become utterly disenchanted with Monty Python. I'm sure it used to be funnier than it is now *le sigh*. Green Wing, though, I luff. Great great show.

Was going to talk about Doctor Who on Saturday but seem to be in a state of intense apathy and grumpiness and so will save it.

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Yep...the usual ramblings. [22 Jun 2006|08:36pm]
[ mood | crappy ]

Oh, ffs. Seriously. Is the universe TRYING to make me really contrived or something?

I am going to continue to go public with the whole anxiety thing. I'm sorry, I know it's a pain, and I swear I'm not fishing for sympathy (you can ignore it entirely if you wish) but I really do need to force myself to get all the stuff that's happening out even if it's only a concrete reminder to myself. It's a therapeutic thing.

Consequently. After months of dormant lack of activity, we start getting just a wee bit concerned that we're not addressing the phobia and then BANG there's a trigger. God. How predictable. Consideration of giving the form assembly to the rest of Year 12 on Blood Donor week or some such stuff and a couple of ideas being thrown out, which I am not going to relate here because it's not constructive. Nothing really serious but got mildly upset and then in turn pissed off with self for being mildly upset (this particular trigger is one which generally evokes such an 'I am an arse' response - please no lecturing because, hell, I KNOW it's awful of me) and then progressively more upset as a consequence. Gah. Wandered around Reading for two hours after school, didn't buy anything, didn't sit down anywhere, just walked around and I have no idea why. Then worst piano lesson of entire life occurred, because couldn't concentrate.

My language has been absolutely appalling today. Seemingly have gone from hardly swearing at all to saying fuck about once every five seconds. I am not a nice person. Excuse me.

Eventually I will post about things other than music, books, and TV. At the moment, though, my free time comprises very little else, so...

I've been compiling a CD for a friend's party tomorrow (we're all supposed to bring one) and is well nigh impossible actually to get any decent number of tracks on there without duplicating loads of artists. Effectively all I have that is party-worthy is some Yann Tiersen, a fair amount of ELO and some Divine Comedy. And that is it. The rest is classical, neoclassical and opera. Good gracious. Although it is now too late to actually get more tracks on to the CD (obviously no time to buy CDs and my mp3 player is not any sort of iThing so cannot use iTunes) have been delving into Myspace and Wikipedia in a desperate attempt to prove to myself that I can enjoy some pop music. The conclusion: chamber/symphonic pop is a Good Thing, and I quite like The Polyphonic Spree, whose logo I saw on the t-shirt of a guy in the train to Scotland, interestingly enough (good so long as the lead bloke's not singing on his own because he's pretty awful but there's bits of choral stuff which is fun and it's prettily orchestrated). This project will be a continual one, methinks, because I'm quite enjoying this.

Started reading proper books that I haven't read before for the first time after the exams. Got out a Michael Cunningham that I didn't know he'd published from the library yesterday, Specimen Days, which is just as mindblowingly gorgeous as all of his other work, though an awful lot of it seems to focus around Walt Whitman's poetry, which I'm ashamed to say I know nothing about. Still, it's Cunningham nevertheless, and I'm savouring it. He has a lovely detached way of writing, observing and commenting on everything but staying distant from it somehow...reminiscent almost of Virginia Woolf (which I guess might be partly what prompted him to write The Hours) but more personal maybe. I wish I could explain. Anyway, go forth and read him.

What else have I been up to? Ah, went to see an amateur production of Cosi Fan Tutte last week with my parents and the boy, and while it was all quite good, there was one soprano who was really superb. Here's the (mildly) interesting part - I came out of my singing lesson yesterday and there was the soprano, standing on the doorstep of Cathy's house. Turns out she's a student of hers (which is a good sign, I feel), and had booked her lesson that week directly after mine. I'd seen her before at masterclasses and things but somehow never made the connection. Entertainingly I was a bit starstruck - she was ever so nice, though.

Can't seem to shut up.

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A tough act to follow, but follow it I shall (with idiocy) [20 Jun 2006|05:31pm]
[ mood | peculiar ]

Right, how do we follow up that entry? (answer - we don't, not for as long as we can possibly put it off). Absolutely nothing on the pro-activity front has been achieved, mainly because (as I probably said) I don't have a clue where the hell to start.

My solar plexus keeps locking up and my Alexander technique teacher spent three quarters of an hour trying to untwist my neck yesterday. I'm a bit of a mess, really. And so of course I can't sing.

Now I've brought everything to the surface again I have to deal with it because at the moment it's just stagnating and I keep coming round to it over and over again in my head (as poor old days_of_yore knows - Hannah, I owe you a David Knitennant) which isn't getting me anywhere.

Feel a bit like I just want to be looked after at the moment.

Anyway. In other news.

Extensive rambling about the new Divine Comedy album...Collapse )

...And on finding its frontman disturbingly attractiveCollapse )

But the obligatory plug - the album is super and I wholeheartedly recommend it. I heart the pop music + orchestra *marries it*. Soon I shall listen to other music again. But not yet.

Doctor Who on Saturday was most interesting. Was in two minds about it but I've watched it again and actually I think it was probably my favourite (and, *oh*, ELO music playing such a prominent part was just great - and a little bit weird considering the conversation I'd had with a couple of you on Mr. Blue Sky so shortly before). Interesting that it was largely Doctor-less but that it centred so much on him, and anything with Shirley Henderson is just marvellous (although I prefer not to think of the relationship between paving-slab-Ursula and the bloke from Hustle). Anyhow, a very clever episode indeed, although not sure about the monster (WHY was it wearing a posing pouch?).

Back at school, and not doing very much at the moment which is nice. The Classics teacher decided yesterday that I was coming to lessons whether I was taking it for A2 or not (which I didn't quite understand), but I enquired in the direction of the head of year as to whether she was actually allowed to do that. The answer was no, but apparently I still have to do the homework for the first couple of weeks (since she tends to have people make hand-outs and otherwise the rest of the class will miss out). I'm not best pleased, but at least I can use the newly-freed-up lesson times for it.

Oh. Bethany...if you're reading this, am I allowed to be added back on to your new friends list? I thought you'd left LJ but I so enjoyed speaking to you the other day and I'd love to be back on the list, if that's okay. Hugs either way. <-=-example of departure of own mind here, children. Watch and learn.

There we go. The Week Last Few Days In Pictures Text. You know you love me (ahaha. Not).

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My sincere apologies for not placing this under a cut [16 Jun 2006|10:40pm]
I am...perhaps less elated than I should be.

I don't know. I've been having anxiety dreams again. Not nightmares per se, just dreams...little nudges from the subconscious which remind one that perhaps it hasn't miraculously cured with no real effort after all.

And long journeys make me so egocentric.

I am a functional phobic (if indeed I'm really a phobic at all) now. I do not wake up in a cold sweat in the night any more. I do not have panic attacks on a regular basis (remember Noah? No, probably not, because I don't think I ever wrote about it here and nobody in the play ever knew why). I can hear someone talking about a trigger and I don't want to kill myself any more.

Why then am I still so worried?

I've been realising over the last week that this avoidance thing I've got going on isn't really working at all. I still can't actually say the name of the trigger out loud, even out of context ('knitting sticks'/'sewing doodle' as vaguely humorous [to myself alone, probably], if utterly ridiculous examples here) and it's hard for me even to type it now. I still use it as an excuse for why I'm not planning on a) giving blood or b) (on a more banal note) having my ears pierced in the near future. It still colours me in that I feel, quite frankly, like a complete shit (sorry for ineloquence) for a) and perhaps more cowardly than ever I did even in the darkest phases. And I haven't seen a doctor in almost a year, never mind that my tonsils have gone kamikaze on me and my periods are up the creek (sorry), just in case they might want to do something I'm not prepared for.

I realised after my dental appointment last week that I was fully prepared to lie to my parents if I'd been told I needed work doing. And I'm only functional as long as no confrontation ever occurs to disturb that functionality.

I don't want this to be me. I can absolutely think more clearly than I could at this time in 2004, tenfold, and I'm calmer overall. But because of that I think maybe I thought I'd mastered it, and I haven't. It's still the boss.

Where do I go from here, then?

I don't know. I still have a horror of my parents finding out about this (funny that I'm now almost resigned to the world knowing and I'm almost desperate to be honest and open about it, just not to the two people who brought me up) but I also know that I have to take control somehow because I'm supposed to be the one providing a shell for it, not it for me, and when I think about it the latter is the way it feels. I feel that I've got to sort this out systematically and from the bottom up before something happens that forces me into confronting it again without preparation, which in all honesty I know I can't cope with. The last time that happened, in that five-hour Textiles practical we had last year, I passed out in front of thirty people and went into shock, and I never talked about it, ever. I wish I had.

I just don't really know where to start fixing myself or how to go about it. There are so many semantics (as well as having no idea of the basics).

I've written this without looking back over it or amending anything, and I'm not going to post it under a cut because I need to state this out loud to myself somehow, as well as being totally honest with as many people as might read this. And perhaps I'm asking for advice, too, though if none appears I don't think I'll be surprised (if I don't know myself how can I expect anyone else to?)

I am jittery. I'm not used to laying myself open to anyone any more. I just know that I need to do something.

I am a needle phobic and I don't want to be.
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[15 Jun 2006|10:43pm]
[ mood | sleepy ]

Back from Scotland, and I go back to school on Monday. In all honesty it was good just to get away from the house I've been stuck revising in for the last couple of weeks. Did a lot of shopping and knitted a small David Tennant (yes, really - though he's bald - pictures when finished). All in all, a good week.

More soon. Tired now.

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[09 Jun 2006|09:48pm]
[ mood | blank ]

I'm off to Scotland tomorrow, back Thursday. Exams over, Drama was fine (I think, don't really know what they wanted me to do) and I'm absolutely shattered.

More next week.

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So, it's all going quite well, actually *touches wood* [08 Jun 2006|12:15am]
[ mood | curious ]

Well, Music was interesting. Am reasonably sure that I nailed the essay and the set works, but the aural was just horrible. Am really hoping I did better than I thought I had. Next year I am SO spending at least a week just constantly doing aural papers. Not helped by the fact that I got through two audio systems in the first fifteen minutes - the main music block ghetto-blaster (how I hate that word, isn't it Eighties/French GCSE daytime teen serial with rappers in [or did you not watch Café des Réves]?) with headphones plugged in (painfully loud even with the volume right down) and the Head of Music's laptop (screen kept freezing). He had to run down to the PE office to get me another one, which thankfully worked, and I was allowed an extra ten minutes or so because I'd spent so much time trying to get the laptop audio working, thank God.

Classics also over and was remarkably un-worrying. Just have Drama to get through now before I'm off to Scotland to stay with my friendies, and I have NO idea what I'm supposed to be doing for Drama...which is why we have an extra study session tomorrow.

Cannot wait to be free of this. Have lots of lovely shallow pleasures coming up...the fruits of my incessant internet shopping which I've been doing in my revision breaks (money was slowly piling up since I've not been able to go shopping for the last three months or so - NO time, but...errr...I made up for that on EBay) ought to arrive soon, the new Divine Comedy album is out on the 19th and then next month I'm going to their concert at Somerset House which is oh-so-pretty, I have a wealth of trashy magazines to read on the train up to Scotland, and also my hair is looking fantastic at the moment for some reason. Lovely brain-eating things *strokes them*

I intend also to listen to lots of opera and classical/neoclassical music on the journey, though, so that negates the trashy magazines.

Also had a dentist appointment today and all is fine, which is good, because...yes. The anxiety is still there and it's the nicest thing in the world to be told that I'm not going to be poked or prodded by anyone in a white coat (symbolic or otherwise). No panic attacks here, w00tiownzj00. </idiocy>

Singing lesson this afternoon and all is going fantastically - consonants seem to be finally falling into place and my voice is filling out a lot...it's been getting noticeably more robust over the last few months anyway but there seems to be a bit of dramatic weight there which might be down to another little step on the obscenely long road to vocal maturity (after the master teacher's decision that the shape of my resonant space says my voice might well one day be quite big for its current little will-she-won't-she-lyric-coloratura size). But then again I could be completely wrong and it might just be that I've finally managed to slot the sound into a preferable place. Hopefully this means that I will be ready for the recitals next year after all.

Is going to be bloody strange singing in front of people again, though. Partly I'm desperately wanting to do it, partly I'm absolutely petrified because I still don't feel like I can ever trust my cords to do what I tell them to...even though a lot of the time now they do. Vocal damage is a slippery slope psychologically as my ranting from last year will testify, and I just can't afford to go down the stage-fright road...it's something definitely that I need to address before the important stuff happens, though I'll be damned if I know where to start.

Anyway. Off to bed now. Two of three sets of drama notes typed up, the third for tomorrow, then must do practise papers. Wish me luck. Pip pip.

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Graaaaghhh. [28 May 2006|10:11pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

I am SO pissed off and I have no idea why. I'm sort of relishing it. How odd.

I am going to fail my Classics exam because I haven't finished The Odyssey, but am not bloody going to sacrifice my Music grade for anything. I will get an A if it kills me.

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[26 May 2006|02:13pm]
[ mood | asleep ]

English was fine, hand hurts.

Going to have a bath now *sleeps*

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*bounces* [10 May 2006|10:11pm]
[ mood | unable to bend thumb ]

Classics exam Monday. Greek Comedy, which I guess is the bit I'm strongest on. We shall see. Fingers crossed it all goes okay *is starting to get properly worried about exams now*.

I cannot bend my thumb, because I forget to take breaks from note-taking every hour.

Listening to Party Fears Two, the newest Divine Comedy thing to go up on their site. Is making me very hyper. Wonderful song, and reminds me so much of someone else, possibly Michael Nyman? Am currently in scary obsessive phase of TDC but...fabulous. Am allowed to be.

Had better go to bed, I suppose. STILL NOT BROKEN UP FOR FLIPPING STUDY LEAVE. And won't until next Friday. Excellent timing, guys *not impressed with school*

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She's a diva lady... [08 May 2006|09:28pm]
[ mood | dancy ]

Well. I've been working. Attempting to revise mainly Classical Greek comedies and Michael Frayn's Spies for English (and OH MY GOD what are you supposed to do about closed book papers? Really? How many quotes? How do you write about them in the exam? Is horrifying - any tactics much appreciated).

So am now sitting here with ten quotes from Spies (theme: The Relationship Between Stephen and Keith) stuck on little yellow Post-It notes around my computer screen in the hope that (partially learnt) my brain will now continue to suck them up. They will be changed tomorrow for another theme and moved into my bedroom.

Listening to the new Divine Comedy single, Diva Lady. Not out till June the 12th, but it's on their Myspace (which is one of two reasons I have a Myspace - the other reason is Yann Tiersen), and I like it a lot, although it seems to be getting a pretty bad press from most of the people on the fansite. Very catchy jangly piano and just enough orchestra to keep me satisfied. Hee. *geekity geek*.

Goddamn neck tension stopping me from singing properly. Bastard revision and stress and rubbish computer/desk posture. So it's my own fault, actually, but I'll blame it on external factors.

Dr. Who was very good, though most confusing. I am convinced, though, that the endings get sadder and sadder. Poor Doctor.

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Gah. [26 Apr 2006|09:41pm]
[ mood | rubbish ]

God, I bloody hate AS levels. Feel like I've done so much work and yet know so little.

Don't really know what to do.

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Oooh, arty few days. [23 Apr 2006|09:26pm]
[ mood | optimistic ]

I love how my user info won't accept "The Swedish-Italian School Of Singing" as a valid interest.

*pokes it*

Have had a very productive couple of days, though not academically so. Assessment day for The Crucible was absolutely super - it was the first time nobody took a prompt during the whole play (which shows you just how far on we were in the production process, ahahaha) and all went swimmingly, although during Act 3, when I was busy being fake-hallucinatory as Abigail and pretending to see giant yellow birds in the technical box (for those of you who know it), I was supposed to start backing away. I went a little too far and the eight-foot metal and hardwood flat started to come down on us (and I didn't even notice...it turns out everyone else, on stage and off, was practically wetting themselves...and I had no idea I'd nearly killed us all). One of the drama teachers had to come and hold the flat up from behind - he stayed there for the rest of the play *blushes*.

Otherwise all was good. Hoping for a good mark *fingers crossed*.

Yesterday, I went up to Welwyn for a singing lesson (yes, I KNOW)...not with my singing teacher, but with the American guy who trained her, David Jones. Cathy is a good teacher (a *very* good teacher, probably one of the best in the country and therefore alas expensive as anything), but David has basically devoted his life to digging arcane bits of information out of the woodwork about the school of singing he was taught by a bloke called Alan Lindquest after his vocal cord exploded (this is a very condensed history, okay? And a very long sentence). He is a PROPER master teacher (and probably one of the best in the world) and I got to spend an hour with him yesterday having a private lesson.

Okay, vocal stuffCollapse )

In other news, AARGH. Missed Dr. Who yesterday. Thank goodness for NTL On Demand - will watch it tomorrow. Means I have to change my MSN screenname from last week ("That - that is enigmatic. That is textbook enigmatic.") or I'll be all behind the times and so on. Gracious.

(oh, and looky. My LJ is like Christmas. Basically I chose the icon first and matched everything else to it, which is a bit sad and Laurence Llewellyn Bowen [look, authentic Welsh spelling and everything] but, oooo.)

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Good gracious me. [18 Apr 2006|10:17pm]
[ mood | REALLY pleased. Really. ]

Should be going to bed, but just wanted to post the inexplicable news I received today in that I apparently got a distinction in my Grade 5 piano exam.

Clearly some poor deluded man thinks I can actually play the instrument passably. I intend to seek this man out and have him appraise me for all of my forthcoming music examinations (particularly Grade 8 singing).

Bless :)

(EDIT: Oh, and excuse the current ugly. I'm working on a new look. Almost wondering if perhaps it's time for a complete re-shift, as my username is largely meaningless now...*pensive*. Anyone know why in heaven's name my font size won't change? Don't seem to have an option for it but there are definitely journals on here using the Generator template with smaller fonts than mine...)

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[17 Apr 2006|10:27pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Composing. Have been composing for the last two days, solidly. Polished up my minuet. Cycled through some keys. Wrote a trio (with help). Axed the trio. Rewrote the trio (without help). Cycled through some more keys for a bit. Now working on closing the trio and doing the recapitulation. Pray God the Head of Music thinks it's okay.

I've not been on for a bit this time because it's been a bit hectic in my house. My grandfather died last week (but we won't talk about that because am not going to be gloomy) and it's been a bit crazy here since.

Busy with Crucible stuff all this week (oh my God) so not sure if I'll have time to post.

Incidentally, if you're in the Reading area and free on Wednesday at 5:30 or Thursday at 7:30, do come to see us at 21 South Street. Plug over.

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Performance envy-related musings [09 Apr 2006|06:07pm]
[ mood | melancholy ]

I was off this time for a bit because of a Music revision course I was doing last week. I didn't really know about it until a couple of days before and I can't remember if I mentioned it here or not...sorry about that. So I've been commuting to Oxford this week (finished on Friday) and actually I thoroughly enjoyed it. I know a lot more now than I did before I went, and I also have one entire section of the composition module done which is bliss :). Oxford is truly as lovely as everyone says and I'm hoping the boy will get his requisite grades to study there...'twill give me an excuse to go there as often as I can *grins*.

Yesterday was also...interesting. I went to see the matinee performance of a show which my theatre group were doing, When Saturday Comes, by the same author as Their Scarves Were Red which I was in last year (responsible for the stunning pictures on this page - I'm the one in the goth make-up in the last two pictures...yummy, no? I believe the author in question is the little bloke in the last picture, so there you go). I gather that this was written a lot earlier than Scarves and certainly it wasn't an instant classic by any means, but it was incredibly weird and saddening to be on the other side of it. I pulled out of When Saturday Comes the week before the auditions in October because of my voice, and there were points at which I found myself thinking, my God, this is crap, but I WISH I were part of it.

Everyone in the cast seemed so excited to see me when they came out...I haven't seen most of them for about six months and it was just so lovely to be around them again for a while. I would have given so much to be a part of what they were doing.

Tania, one of my previous singing teachers, was in charge of musical direction of the production, and I so wanted to see her. I have so much respect for that woman - she holds down God knows how many teaching and performing jobs and she's still so young. If I'd started singing from the beginning with her I don't think I would have had any of the problems I've had, but by the time I moved on to her I was too damaged for her to fix...she was a very talented teacher and singer, but not a vocal therapist. When I stopped singing with her I'd just realised I wouldn't be singing repertoire for at least a year and I was heartbroken...it was my mother who did the cancellation of my lessons with her but I wish I could have done it...I never did get the chance to say goodbye to her properly which was so odd because we were becoming quite close. I so hoped I'd be able to see her yesterday but I wasn't allowed backstage so I couldn't catch her.

So yesterday was a bit strange. I honestly thought I was over the intense jealousy and depression over the voice but I dreamt last night about singing freely again and being back in the Woodley company. I woke up feeling horrible this morning, very depressed, and I guess, like Cathy says, that there's still a lot of baggage in that area.

Still thinking seriously about writing some material for the group, though. At least I could be involved that way. It's just the subject matter that's a tough one.

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[29 Mar 2006|06:38pm]
[ mood | hot ]

I have the weirdest cold.

I have a fever, a headache, and my soft palate hurts. Yet no sneezing or coughing or any cold-like symptoms. My eyes itch, though. How odd.

I have six essays to do this week, all set on Monday. Good Lord. Had better go and do those now, I think.

Oh, and I was right: Lush started/is starting an anti-TBS window campaign either the Tuesday that's just gone or next Tuesday (I'm hazy as to which and I only work one day a week atm, so...). Our store is opposite the Body Shop so pray God we don't fall prey to any abuse. Should be an interesting couple of weeks, anyway.

How whimsical *tips hat and goes to drink some tea*

(I'm feverish, 'kay?)

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Here we go - you know you expected it... [24 Mar 2006|10:36pm]
There appears to have been a lot of commentary going around about the Body Shop of late, and as a sales assistant of Lush I suppose my opinion had to go up at some point :P.

In all honesty the situation in question hasn't remotely surprised me, since they've been going that way for years now anyway and were never perhaps as moral as they appeared at first glance. It'll be interesting to see what happens - if they really will adhere to the same policies as before, or if (as seems to be the general prediction) they'll start selling with the ethics of the company who bought them. Since I've worked at Lush I haven't bought anything from them anyway (mainly on the basis of all the additional synthetic ingredients in their products, rather than out of any activist streak, and anyway it's far cheaper and more convenient to buy stuff from my own workplace), but I'm still observing with interest. In any case, I'm not complaining - our main competition has effectively dissolved itself, and I shouldn't be at all surprised if Lush start to notice positive repercussions from it.

On that note, something which did surprise me at work today is the brazen attack that Lush seems to have launched on Roddick and TBS. We're having signs delivered with downright abusive references to the company and it's making me slightly uncomfortable to say the least. I gather also that the section of the Lush forum relating to other brands has been deleted, presumably in some sort of attempt to put a stop to any positive publicity TBS might have been receiving, and quite frankly I can't understand it. I was so hoping that Lush might retain a dignified silence throughout all of this - to carry on trading quietly as they've always done, with the ethics they've always had, without making a song-and-dance of what was going on. Starting a hate campaign and forcing their opinions on customers is not what I had envisioned.

I was horrified by the signs today and I hope they aren't a permanent fixture. I'm ignoring them and not mentioning them to customers as I believe we're probably supposed to. I choose to promote the products for what they are: natural, beautiful, quality cosmetics - rather than trying to obscure Lush's own purpose with some sort of childish nose-thumbing revenge. But perhaps that's just me.
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Woo [20 Mar 2006|09:11pm]
[ mood | nervy ]

It's the boy's and my second anniversary today. Funny how much time has passed so quickly and yet he knows me better than anyone else. I'm going to miss him so much when he goes to university, but we'll work something out somehow. I feel so lucky to have him, and indeed to have had him for two years. He is a very special person (as well as the best accompanist I've ever had :P).

Because it's a Monday (and we're not at the same school) the anniversary celebration has been put back to Easter, and what it is I don't know (he is giving me most arcane hints, though). We shall see.

In other news...Collapse )

Went to an extremely dull Higher Education conference today, but left early because it was fairly useless, really (though I did get a free FM radio). English coursework is finished ('I Am a Man More Sinned Against Than Sinning', says Lear: how far do you agree?) and I have also crocheted a banana which will be up on the DeviantArt tout suite.

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