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Saturday 29 January 2011

The Lake conversation: 2nd Installment


The following conversation has been carried out on the situation illustrated by the picture above

o    Kathleen: it looks like a hold up lol, Amanda really wants lalita’s 'whale' lol and is not afraid to shoot :P for extra measure, Amanda has also kidnapped lalita’s  dog!
Amanda:  Ahhh this was when I was telling Lalita about the Spanish songs. But also yes, I have kidnapped her dog and will change his collar if they money is not with me by Wednesday

Emily changed his collar!! hahaha that’s hilarious !! i would seriously get scared by that threat
Amanda Oh yeah! Who wouldn’t? Without a collar = not the same dog anymore = original owner having no dog = depressed owner = more need of Psychologists. Maybe we should change it?
Emily so all of this is just to increase the need of psychologist!!Tut tut. I thought you would have a bigger motive
Kathleen what’s bigger than money ? lol!!
Amanda:  bigger than money? More money: P and emily, more depressed owners = more people need treatment = more money xD
Emily so it’s like you have got it all planned out.. So you just act stupid!! HUH: P
Amanda Pretty much, yes. I mean when will our acting skills come in handy eh?
Emily we should have a part time business: D
Amanda Hey! If Psychology doesn’t work, we have a back up!
Emily we have so many backups in case psychology doesn't work
Amanda : Like?
Emily: A coffee shop, a shoe shop, a resturant, a pet shop, a band, broadway show !! yepp, we have thought about it all
Lalita Ok then...wow, I thought I had problems! Even I think that kidnapping dogs is a step too far, and I LOVE money: D
Emily oohh yaayy you are alive Lalita!
Lalita Yep, but my fone was being weird and not letting me get my fb messages, so I couldn't be bothered to go on my computer :D but I finally! Managed to fix the problem!
Emily what about your pc??
Lalita Couldn't be bothered to switch it on- its long. And I've got a sore throat :(
Lalita Not that it relates to my fone or pc, but I just thought everyone should know so they can feel sorry for me :D
Emily awww!! Lalita, it’s it the same metropolitan line cold!! Darn thing: P.. I hope you get well soon.. i guess you have forgotten the old dangerous train.. Better get used to it

Conclusions
  • Losing a dog is the worst sadness known to library guy
  • changing a dog's collar is the most dangerous threat known to man
  • we have more backups than there are actual professions
  • metropolitan line now causes sore throat and flu
something that relates to us in every way
"Conversation should touch everything, but should concentrate itself on nothing.”
Much love
The Lakes

Friday 28 January 2011

Scrabble, with a twist

Strip Scrabble, what a wonder game, you bring me no shame, just plenty of joy although I may be slightly coy.

Shame it isn't real.

Right this wasn't the task I was set by our dear Emily but I think its slightly more entertaining.

So Strip Scrabble started last week, when I was absent from univerity, but so was CG, the Lakes thought something fishy was going on and surprise surprise, they were right. I had kidnapped CG and chained him to my bed, making him play scrabble. But this isn't your everyday day game of long words, oh no sista' *does the whole finger-attitude motion* This actually involved stripping, part-tay!

So this is how the game goes, i sit, with the scrabble board and the letters. I pick up a random letter and ask CG to guess what it is, if he's wrong, which there is a 1 out of 26 chance so roughly  0.038%, he takes one layer of clothing off. If he gets it right, he still takes a layer of clothing off. Once there is nothing to take off, well, then you just sit their and drool or pass out. I did the latter option, and while you are in a heavenly coma, he puts his clothes back on. It's a vicious cycle.

Oh strip scrabble, what a wonderful game!

Ill leave you with this:

"Whenever in doubt, strip, change and jolly strip again!"

Amanda xxx

PS: Before any of you call the police, this story has been inspired from hours of entertaining assumptions and fictious events

Thursday 27 January 2011

How wonderful things go bad

This is crap. NO, seriously it is. I am so tired that half the stuff that I am writing will not make sense to you and the other half would not make sense to me so I don't know how it will make sense to you. but somehow when I am tired, or close to passing out, I feel a surge of writing down something, seriously ! You know how they say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes, well I have the same feeling when I am tired, only the day flashes before my eyes and not my life (God this example is morbid).
I've had like 4 cups of coffee today and 1 sandwich, half a salad bowl, 1 kitkat and 2 pink pandas (not real of course, they were tiny biscuits with pictures of panda's playing football on them filled with strawberry flavoured God knows what ). they were offered to me by Amanda, (who would you think ?) before she sold me to the evil one, the story of which will unravel soon, sooner if I don't pass out first.

Right ! where was I, so as the topic suggests, wonderful things have been letting me down recently, things that are not supposed to go wrong, things that stay the same when all other things change or move to the worse side. Like the coffee, warm and fuzzy (not really) has started to taste like . . .(lets not go there). bottom line being its not good. Remind me to write a strongly worded letter to Starbucks. I miss our Chinese barista, he knew our orders and made it perfect. Didn't eye us suspiciously when he left for home before we did. I think he knew us best. Bob! (lets call him that , shall we) we miss you. No one makes coffee quite like you. Come back jack ! no wait Steve, no no Dave, not that's Jacob, BOB , yes that's your name



. . .............zzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzz Zzz ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZz



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EVIL ONE 12'0 CLOCK ! KILL IT NOW



WAIT. did I sleep, no I didn't I was right here, what was I saying, yes I was saying something about coffee, well you get the point right?? right?

I have forgotten much of the stuff now, maybe writing was not such a good idea, but there is one thing that I didn't forget, I couldn't forget, NO one forgets . . (what do you call that thing? you know the thing that a friend do to you, a bad thing that you didn't expect and then you are legally able to threaten to kill them, OK I made that last part up).
So we were playing that game of "conversation using song titles/lyrics" in the lecture (yes that is what happens when boredom reaches peak) and somewhere after 3 chat lines, some how evil one was included in the game by none other than Amanda ! That traitor , yes that's the word, thanks for that ! :). So I texted her (our way of communicating when the distance between us reaches 2 seat spaces) asking her how dare she involve the evil one ? and guess what "the evil one happened to read the text". UNBELIEVABLE! and then to cover it up Amanda called me evil and the evil one agreed ! I am hurt. very hurt. and then they blame me for being violent ! :(

I think you got the gist of the misfortune, the betrayal, the treachery

I shall now ask my lovely sister (in crime and height) to explain you a little game invented by none other than Amanda called STRIP SCRABBLE .



"Sleep is a symptom of caffeine deprivation." I think I'll deal with the symptoms for now


and something that I just had to share

"Chocolate, men, coffee – some things are better rich."


That's perfect

Emily xx

P.s my spell checker is refusing the word kitkat, i think it is an abomination to not have kitkat in the dictionary


Monday 24 January 2011

Letters from the Lakes

So we started another blog , ( That wasn't necessary was it?) but we did and there is nothing you or I can do about it. (because I tried deleting it, and it wouldn't ). So go there and look for your self. Its fun or will be when we put something in there, but there's an introduction and that should be a starter

http://lettersfromthelakes.blogspot.com/


Much love
The Lakes

Saturday 22 January 2011

The Lake Conversations: 1st Installment


 The following conversation has been carried out over the above picture :

Emily: hahahhahah!!!!!!!!!! oh god this is hilarious !!...



Amanda: Yet slightly disturbing :P


Lalita: I look so cute. The weird feet are starting to grow on me- but i think one's growing quicker than the other, lol :D


Amanda: Really? You cant even tell :P

Lalita: I know, it's just a very SLIGHT difference. I don't think anyone else will notice ;D You're my friend- you'd tell me if it looked weird, right?

Amanda: Oh yes! i will.. what are friends for? .. you look totally normal.. hand on heart!

Lalita: Ahh, you're so lovely, always telling me the truth. What a sweet girl. See, i knew i was being paranoid about it.


Amanda: Thank you thank you :love: .. oh totally, i mean honestly i still cant tell despite looking very closely at the picture - ur fne.. dont worry about it!


Lalita: Ok, i feel better now : ) .

Emily: oh my God !!.... lakes... please.. u are driving me insane.. you talk like its soo SERIOUS !!


Lalita: Careful emm- ur starting to sound like a certain someone. :D

Amanda: O_o Emm, u dont wanna sound like person x now do you? :
Good to know Lalita.. its nothing dont worry! :D

Emily: i am sorry lakes.. i was having a headache... i apologise.. carry on talking rubbish..heyyy thats what we do


Lalita: that's alright, you're forgiven : )


Amanda ‎:hugs:

Friday 21 January 2011

Um, somebody call the psychiatrist. Now!

So they say that art is supposed to be soothing and therapeutic, and I’m inclined to agree with them based on the fact that I’ve never heard of anyone getting crazy/stressed over a picture. Apart from Van Gogh, but I think it’s safe to say that there were MAJOR extenuating circumstances in that situation. Since I don’t feel depressed and, to my knowledge, have never shown any tendencies towards severing my own body parts (eww and ow!) or committing suicide, I thought that drawing a picture would be a pretty safe pastime for me. Let me just take a second to say I really didn’t know a person could be so wrong, especially me; anyone who knows me knows that I am always right. Ok, maybe not always, but anyone is not here right now to defend themselves and I plan to take full advantage of that fact.

While sitting in a very educational (read: boring as...well, something really boring) lecture I decided to draw a picture in my note book. Please don’t judge me too harshly, the lecture is 3 hours long and I had reached the point where I had precisely two options. They were as follows: lean on Kathleen or Emily’s shoulder and pray to God I didn’t drool all over them, or draw a picture to distract myself from sleep. I chose the latter as I thought it would be more inconspicuous in a brightly lit lecture hall. So I decided to draw a picture of all the things that float around in my head on a general day-to-day basis. The idea being that if I drew them all down, maybe I’d make room in my head for things I actually need, like somatosensory something or others. After all, if I was doing a zoology degree I may find a clever way to justify spending an inordinate amount of time thinking about ducks in clothes and shoes. If you’ve read Emily’s previous posts you will understand what I am referring to; if you haven’t, then you are probably experiencing the same sort of confusion that I have on an extraordinarily regular basis, usually daily or even hourly. It doesn’t feel nice, does it?

As I was drawing my picture I didn’t put much thought into it, as my brain had pretty much leaked out of my ears by this time; I simply let my pen do what it wanted. When the lecture finished and my creative juices had run out, I looked down at my page and two thoughts struck me simultaneously: ‘this is madness, maybe I am crazy’ and somewhat more frightening ‘this is great! I know I can make it even better!’ When I got home, I copied what was in my notebook into Paint and embellished it until I came up with the final product that you now see before you. I have always suspected that I may not be entirely...normal? Sane? Not the same as all the other kids, maybe; however, when I look at this picture, I fully accept that I need professional help. It can’t be normal to have a brain that is full, completely full, of rubbish. And it’s not even normal rubbish like shopping and food and sleep. Not that any of that stuff is rubbish, but if it’s taking up valuable space then it’s definitely unwanted. Instead, my brain is full of Patrick Starfish, trees with names and suns who wear shoes.

One thing I can say in my defence though, is that I am not alone in my madness. As the late, great Disney character Pocahontas sang “I know every rock and tree and creature, has a life, has a spirit, has a name.” Smart lady. She also thought that sweet corn was gold, so you may be inclined to disagree with me if I’m using her as my evidence. In these dire economic times though, where people have no money and millions of people can’t afford to eat, maybe food IS gold, or worth even more than gold. Think about that if you will. Also, before anyone starts having a go at me I do realise that YES there was a real person called Pocahontas, and NO she probably wouldn’t have said any of those things, but hey, I like Disney. So sue me.

So all in all, I hope you like my creative genius, as... unique as it is. Maybe it will be worth something one day, long after I’ve hopefully grown out of my avian obsession. All I can say is that for now, it’s my pride and joy and I consider it art, and thankfully art, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. The world would be a very boring place otherwise. Maybe I should stay away from any more art projects in the near future though, because I really don’t want anyone thinking that I’m crazier than I really am; the reality is bad enough, and I’d quite like to stay out of that straightjacket and asylum, thank you very much.


I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.”- Vincent Van Gogh


Some notes:
1. Ok so I don’t know who ‘them’ actually are, and probably never will, but if they said it, then it must be true, right?

2. Confusion is really not my fault; it’s just that half the time I have my head in the clouds (dreaming of ducks and other nonsense) and the times when I’m actually in reality, I have such a bad memory that I barely remember what I ate for lunch, let alone something we were discussing last week.



Love, Lalita xxx

Wednesday 19 January 2011

Lalita's money making scam

We all hate scam, don't we? especially when its money making (aren't all scams money making?). And you know what's worse, your own LAKE scamming you into giving her huge amount of money through well trained, well dressed singing birds or ducks in white coats (because we all are suckers for white coats, are we really ?) So I stay at a secret location on Monday nights, the reason for which is strictly confidential (It isn't really. but its fun to say that) and I couldn't sleep at night because my bed is the best bed in the world and I cant sleep anywhere else (That isn't the total truth because i eventually sleep, but it just takes longer) So anyway, Gosh i get distracted so easily , HUH see what I did there, got distracted again
I texted Lalita my dilemma of sleeplessness and she advised me to count sheep or talk to them (which was very weird because she was advising me to speak to invisible sheep !! ) I discarded that stupid plan, BUT THEN . . .

Saturday 15 January 2011

Kathleen's ramblings and more

Hi all readers (or any that may stumble upon our strange little blog :D) I admit that I may have neglected the blog a tad. Plus someone, I won't point any finger (*cough*Emily*cough*) has been 'reminding' me of the blog and asking if I could post something :p. So here I am posting something.
I am not sure of what to write/type so I will literally say whatever comes into my head. Be warned that is not necessarily a good thing! Ok....erm...bear with me, I am not so good at being put on the spot!...er..I used to actually keep a diary when I was younger. Got pages of rubbish. So in theory I should be good at this, hmm, wonder if I should post it? see what happens?
Anyway, I am going to try and avoid 'txt tlkin' when I write/type in this blog as I find it just looks nicer plus, and this is just my take on it, but when you use it you seem to lose a few brain cells. Another random thing before I forget, as you may or may not have noticed I have said 'write/type' a few times. This is due to the fact that I never know which one to use. I may just be being plain dumb but a tad sad, but it does bother me not knowing which one to use. I am typing (duh, obviously) but saying 'writing' just sounds better. I think 'typing' is correct but just don't like how it sounds. I'm used to writing down things, not typing. Man that sounds so old fashioned!
Oh my god! I TOLD you I would just end up talking utter rubbish! Can't be bothered to wipe it all off and start again, besides we're not called the crazies for nothing, You've seen how crazy the others are, now you just have proof that I do live up to the name, if not exceed it...if that's possible.

Do you know what, I am rather enjoying this, ok I talked utter nonsense but its nice to just go with the flow. quoting what crazy LAKE sister said when talking about her 'hippy dream' (haha) its nice to be free. Can I just add by the way, that she probably was naked but for the purpose of trying to keep some dignity (which might I add is too late, not just for her but any of us ;p ) she made up being clothed. Hell I know I would. Actually, knowing how blatant I can be, I'd probably just tell everyone I was naked in my dream. Who cares as long as its not real life and no one actually saw me naked and ran screaming trying to gouge out their eyes.

ooh saying 'their' you know the whole saying "I before E except after C" thing, well there are more spellings which  actually go against this rule. So everything you learnt as a child forget it! Why is the English language so complicated? There aren't any rules because just when you think you've got one, a word will appear which will defy it! I may just take up  Silbo, the whistling language. It is real folks, used by the people of La Gomera island. No talking as such, just whistling. Their vocabulary consists of 4000 'words'.

I think I will finish on that little bit of information. Yep I know loads of random things like that. Do I know or remember any useful things for uni or anything that could help me with everyday life? no. Just strange little facts like that.

I will come back soon and tell you all about whats been going on recently in my life since I last blogged, if thats a word. That's if I can remember haha. Its been fun talking to you my nice readers, and now I have got a taste for blogging, I will hopefully have more interesting things to say. Such as, what happened with my ex-work colleague, my new job (yay), my placement experience, and well anything else that happened that I can't remember right now.

Til then, live life to the full and make the most of whatever life throws at you.

Krazy Kathleen
xxx

Friday 14 January 2011

My hippie dream..

Howdy amigos!

I hope all you readers are doing fantastic and the new year has started off just as you wanted! :D

I'd love to share a little dream I had this morning with you guys

The dream was based in Uxbridge but with a very different surrounding, it was more like a little village, which was surrounded by trees, almost like a national park.. as you walked through them there was a huge field, with flowers, like something out of the movies. Very nice I must say.

So in my dream I lived in this little village, my house was more like an open space but consisted of 4 rooms, all on one floor, it also had a shop right infront of the house where most of the village people walked around, sat and drank tea. Anyway I got talking to one of them, who was in his 30s, seemed like a nice chap. He was everywhere in the dream.

I then decided to go for a walk, asked if the nice dude wanted to come with but he refused. So i walked on, through the trees and saw the big field; next thing i know im walking as fast as i can into this field and as soon as my feet touch the entrance, im running, smiling, feeling happy, laughing and basically running. But there was this constant feeling of danger, i dont know why but it was there, it was almost like being set free and then someone taking you away from freedom. I then headed back home only to come back an hour later, with the same feeling and sense of being free.

Kathleen asked if i was naked, as hippies are normally naked, no i was wearing a frilly dress. It was a lovely dream! So yes that was it!

And as always, ill leave you with this:

Freedom is something you have to cling on to and be ready to fight for, whatever the circumstances

Thursday 13 January 2011

Its a new dawn, its a new day and its a new year ! doesn't feel any different, in some ways

So fellow blogger, its a new year. What did you do ? I did nothing. its been 13 days since so I don't remember as much as I did when i started this entry back then. So, we stared university and it started with the adrenaline rush from the essay. My lovely lak's missed the first lecture of the year ! one of the many reason why I mentioned the new year not being any different.  The only thing different is the amount of work and attention which is now needed to pass this year. We played the lovely game of LIFE in which lalita won and had a career as a doctor with 2 kids and no husband. hmmm
The evil one is more evil and more annoying than ever but the others have abandoned me on my crusade against the evil-ness of the evil one. I, Emily Lake stand alone for war against useless and annoying questions and comments. If you suffer from the same crisis in your life please do not hesitate to contact me, after all sharing is caring.
Somethings have changed and they are not pleasant changes, like backpack guy has no longer a back pack, hair guy's friend has changed allegiances,  hat guy no longer wears a hat ( what has the world come to?) and my friends, brace your selves, CG has lost the cap. and Amanda doesn't find him "drooling cute" anymore, (is that possible?) things are changing which is changing life as we know it. She still is madly in love with him.
we have now come up with a better plan to locate him, we now use the army clock system. so now i say "CG 12'o clock" instead of saying " on top" which has raised suspicious questions previously.
stuff has happened, not coming straight to my mind, its partially permeable or I am just too tired from going in early today (which was also the first)

“Life can either be accepted or changed. If it is not accepted, it must be changed. If it cannot be changed, then it must be accepted.”


With my unchanging love . . .
Emily