tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-132365052011-04-21T19:48:04.437ZA bit of an experiement really, so come along and take part :) Anyone can post so please take part. To make sure you get the latest post click on the link to the current month's archive on the right hand side of the page.Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1130574737316335672005-10-29T09:30:00.000Z2005-10-29T08:32:17.330Z

I'm struggling to think of which is the best blog entry to link to from various profiles I have. I want people to read one of my better ones but can't work out which would be the best! Ideally (and rather obviously) I want it to be something that entices people to read more. What do you think? Remember anyone can post comments on here (you do not need to have joined blogger/blogspot/whatever).

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1129588994908638492005-10-17T23:22:00.000Z2005-10-17T22:43:14.923Z

Life goes on as they say. I finally found out why my new phone doesn't work. Apparently I should have got a digital one because I'm on broadband. Who tells me this? My Mum. When does she remember this pearl of wisdom? The day after I buy the phone and spend a few hours trying to figure out why it won't work. Ah well, at least she solved the mystery. Today was a pretty exciting day for me. I got

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1129501056858602702005-10-16T23:16:00.000Z2005-10-16T22:17:36.866Z

The world of blogs is a curious one. Blogs are becoming more and more popular. Take for example Google’s recent launch of a blog search engine. You can search for blogs, write a blog, read a blog, and now you can even buy and sell shares in blogs. Ok so these shares have no real monetary value and from what I can gather it’s all just a bit of fun. If you own a blog, you may well find yours listed

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1129400397169270532005-10-15T19:20:00.000Z2005-10-15T18:19:57.176Z

Ok so given the title of my post you're probably thinking I'm suffering a bout of paranoia (a bit like suffering a bout of flu only it never actually goes away it just flares up every so often). The truth of the matter is I don't really see that I'm being all that paranoid!As regular readers know, my phone died yet again on Wednesday night. I'm talking about my cordless landline thingy not a

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1129242938846281312005-10-13T23:35:00.000Z2005-11-06T17:46:24.123Z

There are some days you just have to laugh otherwise you really would cry. To be honest the last 24 hours seem to have been pretty much like that.Yesterday evening I finally plucked up the courage to finally test the waters with that rather good-looking archaeology student (not undergraduate but PhD). Just started by asking a simple question (that I happened to want to know the answer to) so we

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1129143283006684652005-10-12T19:52:00.000Z2005-10-12T18:54:43.013Z

I’ve always found it quite disturbing that archaeologists are painted as these super cool beings that travel the world, a cross between a hippie and a student (although you can’t always tell the difference). Yet here I am and I’m about as uber-cool as that age-old sandal and sock combination. Its probably part of the reason I get the odd looks when I say I’m an archaeologist. I’m not wearing

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1129052771629256072005-10-11T18:27:00.000Z2005-10-11T17:46:11.640Z

What a day! I felt like I was being pulled in every direction imaginable! I'm tired and hungry so I'm going to make this post quick :)I'm sure all of you have days where there is just too much today. You start the day with a pile of stuff to do and end up not completing any of them, but doing all the other 'urgent' stuff that's passed onto you and still manage to add things to your original pile

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1128812494671734762005-10-08T23:38:00.000Z2005-10-08T23:01:34.680Z

Only one person I know says that I'm deep, and that's my sister. I rather feel I'm vaguely deep but that only special people get to see that. In fact only special people get to really see much of my personality at all! Its not that I purposefully hide it, its just that by nature I'm a rather shy and seem to have somehow hidden away much of myself. What people see on a day to day basis it still me

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1127258227962656502005-09-21T00:16:00.000Z2005-09-20T23:17:07.973Z

WARNING!!! POSSIBLE PLOT SPOILERS FOR PRIDE AND PREJUDICE IN THIS ARTICLE!!! Its funny how sometimes people only associate you with one thing. In my case its archaeology. I’m sure if you were to ask most people who know me what the first thing that enters their head is when they think of me its that. I must admit though that archaeology is a very big part of my life so it’s not surprising. In

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1126553355805802402005-09-12T19:27:00.000Z2005-09-12T19:29:15.813Z

One of my pet hates in life is pretending to be stupid. There are just some days when you really feel like rubbing someone’s nose in the fact that they’re a brainless baboon compared to you. Yet for some reason I always feel the need to play dumb. So I get treated like I’m stupid.Take my trip to the family history fair in Gateshead. I ended up spending two hours pretending I knew nothing because

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1126456036233185472005-09-11T16:38:00.000Z2005-09-11T16:27:16.240Z

Anyone who knows me well knows that one thing I have been battling over the years is low self confidence. My parents say when I was little I didn't have a problem with self confidence. At some point though I lost any confidence I had. Perhaps it was the years of bullying at school that did it, or perhaps it stemmed from moving from the north east to the midlands when I was 10. It doesn't really

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1125964099823874282005-09-05T23:29:00.000Z2005-09-05T23:48:19.840Z

I've just been asking myself what the difference between being helpful and thinking you're being helpful is. I have a tendancy in life to want to help people, provide a shoulder to cry on, be the voice of sense even though I'm probably not going to be listened to. At the end of the day though, is my attempts at being helpful actually not helping at all? Am I just annoying people?Not so long ago I

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1124749197735166482005-08-22T21:49:00.000Z2005-08-22T22:19:57.743Z

When I started this blog a few months ago I was hoping it would kind of be an experiment (look at my first post if you don't believe me!). Since then I stopped thinking of it like that and found it was a way for me to write things down. I've always been pretty lousey at diaries but somehow I've managed to keep this going. The point is I'm doing it for me and no one else.I'm like anybody else in

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1124543704027172922005-08-20T13:11:00.000Z2005-08-20T13:15:04.036Z

Archaeology is the search for fact. Not truth. If it’s truth you’re interested in, Doctor Tyree’s Philosophy class is right down the hall. So forget any ideas you’ve got about lost cities, exotic travel, and digging up the world. We do not follow maps to buried treasure and X never, ever, marks the spot. Seventy percent of all archaeology is done in the library. Research. Reading.Indiana Jones in

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1124038755546967062005-08-14T17:54:00.000Z2005-08-14T16:59:15.546Z

I've thoroughly enjoyed my random bits of writing on this blog over the last few months. Don't worry! I'm not about to give it all up!Instead what I have decided to do is stretch the little old grey cells and do some creative writing (no this isn't creative writing this is just babble disguised as something approaching creative :) ). Just so that you all don't feel left out by this I've decided

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1123937062746550812005-08-13T12:09:00.000Z2005-08-13T12:44:22.753Z

"There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics. "- Benjamin Disraeli Numbers are an essential part of life. You can't escape them. They're on TV, at the shops, in your e-mails/letters, at work, at the pub etc etc. Plenty of people don't like them and plenty of people do. I find them fascinating, especially when it comes to statistics.Most of my friends at university were at

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1123872130388444882005-08-12T18:03:00.000Z2005-08-12T18:42:10.396Z

Grandparents are a necessary fact of life. I mean you wouldn't be here if they hadn't existed at some point. Most people are lucky and actually get to know their grandparents. Mind you I know plenty who groan when they have to see them. They're old, out of touch, stuck in their ways, old fashioned and don't understand you, right?Well thats what most people seemed to be saying when we chatted

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1123187157023359682005-08-04T21:25:00.000Z2005-08-04T20:25:57.030Z

They always say write from your own experience so here goes :)I get plenty of IMs (instant messages) when I'm on yahoo. Sometimes I'm really lucky and meet some really interesting people. Most of the time however I get the same old boring messages which lead into the same old boring conversations. So what I've decided to do is write down what I find irritating/boring in an attempt to help people

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1123180372616709622005-08-04T18:55:00.000Z2005-08-04T18:32:52.626Z

Another day, another week... its all beginning to feel a bit samey. Nothing really seems to change and days are beginning to blend into one another. The fact is I'm just getting settled so I haven't had a chance to find something to do other than work, eat and sleep (apart from writing this blog of course). Besides you don't go out by yourself when you're a young woman. Sends out the wrong

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1122918350927564842005-08-01T17:41:00.000Z2005-08-01T17:45:50.943Z

Well I'm afraid todays post is going to be very short! After complaining about not being able to see the blog for the trees I have stumbled across a simply astounding blog thats had me rolling on the floor laughing for at least the last hour. I seriously suggest you all go and visit http://any-hoo.blogspot.com/ especially if you fancy some wonderful annecdotes including the guy who threw some

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1122832669706397362005-07-31T18:56:00.000Z2005-07-31T17:57:49.720Z

There are somedays when I feel that my blog entries are somewhat forced. In fact the reason why I haven’t written in a while has been that I’ve been having a bit of writer’s block. Its not easy you know thinking of something to write and even harder to think of something interesting. I have wondered about writing a general unanswered questions thing like, why are the cubicles in women’s toilets

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1122317822296759962005-07-25T19:19:00.000Z2005-07-25T18:57:02.993Z

Last night we were flicking channels after dinner when we came across the BBC One show 'Battle of the Sexes'. No, it wasn't some naff games show with ridiculous challenges and teams of loutish competitors that left you wondering which team was the female one. Its part of a series where scientists try to work out the science of love and relationships. This week it was all about 'first meetings'.

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After all yesterdays excitement buying a sofa and today’s excitement of it being delivered and sorting out the flat pack furniture I'd also got I decided today to do a bit of browsing. Rather than browsing shops though (think my poor little card can do with a rest don't you?) I thought I'd try browsing blogs.You may not have noticed that small icon in the top right hand corner of the page saying

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1122106011868784452005-07-22T22:03:00.000Z2005-07-23T08:06:51.876Z

“Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for a kindness”Seneca, mid 1st century BCI was speaking to a friend yesterday (you know who you are!) who complained my blog entries of late have been a bit depressing. So I’m dedicating this next entry to you :PToday has been a bit of an odd day in some respects. The morning at work passed very quickly for once (perhaps because I’m

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1121974854311747842005-07-21T20:39:00.000Z2005-07-21T19:40:54.316Z

First of all thank you to all those who have been contacting me. Its amazing to think people are actually reading my random thoughts and I love getting e-mails, especially when its been a few days since I last got any post of any sort!Today, as I’m sure everyone knows unless they’ve managed to escape the news or people chatting about it, bombers struck London again. When I was trying to think up

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1121900569440384102005-07-21T00:05:00.000Z2005-07-20T23:02:49.446Z

Well its been quite some time since I last posted. Moving it seems is never as straight forward and simple as one would like. Its taken me until last Friday to finally get the internet back after having to have my old account cancelled and a new one set up.I was going to write about everything that happened when I moved, the difficulty of doing it alone, the unpacked boxes, sorting out the bills

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1119702732674703762005-06-25T13:04:00.000Z2005-06-25T12:34:31.516Z

Its been a manic few weeks of late and today is not much of an exception. Am meant to be starting on the whole packing thing and getting ready to go out for a meal tonight but as usual am being my lazy self.Today is kind of special. Exactly one year ago I was dressed in my gown and hood receiving my degree in a room packed with other graduates, families and university staff. Funnily enough this

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1119630645603938972005-06-24T17:22:00.000Z2005-06-24T16:30:45.626Z

Well I've just walked out of work for the last time today. I think I have rather mixed feelings. Loads of people kept saying 'oh I bet you're excited' or 'I bet you're so happy!'. Truth of the matter is I didn't really. I just felt odd. I've loved working there so much and I've made some really good friends. I've loved the area and don't think I've been happier for a long time. I'm very sad to

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1119303328535774222005-06-20T21:55:00.000Z2005-06-20T21:35:28.540Z

Recently one or two of my friends have said they were considering setting up a blog as they'd seen mine and enjoyed it. It was great to feel I've inspired people to get out there and write down their random thoughts too!Inspiration is a funny thing. I have to admit I can't think of anyone off the top of my head who has inspired me to do something. I'm sure there must be someone and hopefully by

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1119298803032126902005-06-20T20:50:00.000Z2005-06-20T20:20:03.040Z

According to my boss and my Mum (no they are not one and the same!) the most stressful things in life are marriage, divorce, dying and moving house. Although some debate raged on whether 'dying' meant actually dying yourself or someone else dying or both at least everyone agreed on the stress of moving.I'm moving at the moment. Its actually the reason I've been so quiet of late.Why does it have

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1118268617228124772005-06-08T21:15:00.000Z2005-06-08T22:10:17.233Z

Here in the west everywhere we turn we seem to be bombarded with positive messages about technology. That new Philips advert for example about 'simple technology'. Next time you watch TV count how many adverts there are for some new fabulous piece of technology that suggests it would make your life better somehow. Chances are a good proportion of them are like this.Don't get me wrong, I love

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1118096812236681052005-06-06T22:46:00.000Z2005-06-06T22:26:52.243Z

"You, you give me somethingSomething that nobody else can give"You Give Me Something, JamiroquaiLast Saturday I made a trip over to Edinburgh to see the new Star Wars film with a couple of friends. We decided to have a little retail therapy beforehand and I ended up browsing the music in HMV. Anyone who has been shopping with me knows how difficult I am! I'm convinced I can't afford anything. I

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1118004676496346442005-06-05T21:34:00.000Z2005-06-05T20:51:16.500Z

Sometimes life throws you curve balls. Sometimes you fall flat on your back other times you actually catch the ball. Friday morning I got thrown a curve ball. It was one of those times when I caught it :)I don't know about anyone else but if I receive a phonecall before 9am in the morning or after 11pm at night I kind of think something is wrong, so when my mobile went off at 8am on Friday

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1117751399517247812005-06-02T23:30:00.000Z2005-06-02T22:29:59.523Z

A few days ago I wrote a blog about whether or not we're pre-disposed to be interested in who we are and where we come from. One of the responses yesterday has had me thinking so I decided to devote todays blog to it.The question was, 'what do we learn from our ancestors?'. To be honest I couldn't think of an immediate reply so decided to sleep on it! Its a difficult question and one I'm not

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1117633117025880642005-06-01T13:19:00.000Z2005-06-01T13:38:37.030Z

Its quite a regular occurance that our government or some national body will start a project/campaign to tackle some problem or other. Within the last few weeks for example noises have been made about 'yob culture'. Yesterday was National no Smoking Day. The list of national initiatives could go on forever.You may already be realising that my faith in such things are fairly limited. Its all very

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1117494076035177762005-05-30T23:42:00.000Z2005-05-30T23:01:16.040Z

I'm writing this post because of how my life is changing at the moment. I've been lucky enough to secure a job in a part of the UK where I was born and lived for the first 10 years of my life. The strange thing is that although I remember very little about the area and I don't have any friends or family there yet I'm strangely drawn to it. I feel the need to visit the streets I played on as a

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1117370558227353222005-05-29T00:52:00.000Z2005-05-29T12:42:38.236Z

I've been thinking again (dangerous I know!) about why people take an interest in others. Partly its because we know a little something about the person in question right? We know what they look like, a little about their personality, perhaps what they're interested in or do for a living. It may be inconsequential information but it certainly makes them more 3 dimensional.Therefore its probably

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1117285619926859422005-05-28T12:55:00.000Z2005-05-28T13:06:59.930Z

Years and years ago when I first started using the internet I was under the impression that it was the kind of place you could meet like minded people and have a decent chat or two. Sadly I feel that perhaps my dreams of what it was going to be like have pretty much faded.I use Yahoo Messenger. I have it sat open on my desktop whilst I browse the web or while I work or while I'm pottering round

Archgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13470218741397688556noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13236505.post-1117280189810974982005-05-28T12:36:00.000Z2005-05-28T12:43:26.756Z

Last weekend I went looking for a book to buy. I wasn't looking for anything specific so I browsed through most of the topics. I had a look at the Biography section and was somewhat overwhelmed by the amount of 'Z list' celeb biographies out there. So it got me thinking. I mean everyone has an interesting life in their own right. Why do you have to be a celeb to share it?That is why this weekend

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