Well, we managed to dye Courtney's hair but there was bleach left over so I now have a pink streak in my normal 'blacker than the blackest night' hair. I have had every colour under the sun hair but I've been just black for around 3 years now and I was beginning to get really bored. I haven't had coloured streaks for ages...makes me feel young again....hurrah!
Haven't got any plans for tonight (except an early night...boost myself up for the weekend of vileness...). I have a feeling that I'll end up wearing black, black, pink tye combo again, which is ok but not great, maybe I could have a look for a pink skirt to wear over the trousers??? OOOhhhhhh I'm really liking the pinkness theme...
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
So, another major gap between writing!
24th Thursday – Chris and Herb open Smash and Grab. Jess, Courtney and I spend hours getting ready (and drunk). Courtney gets into full drag – mini-skirt, fishnets, boots, boobs, etc. He looks amazing!
We meet up with Lorna and Helen and then go the club. Cameo’s is my home away from home…blue glitter walls, white leather sofas, fish tanks, piano theme bar, mirrors everywhere!!!
We danced all night and drank way too many whiskeys (only £1.50).
Jess ended up chatting to some guys who were down for a weekend who we tried to make come back to ours for Barcardi (the good looking one was up for it but got talked out of it by his mate). Chris waited with us for the nightbus while doing tres cute impressions of his nephew (arrrhhhh, bless ‘im).
Managed to get up for work the next day – although I felt awful until Jess rang and shouted “BEDROCK, BEDROCK, BEDROCK!!!” at me, when I suddenly livened up a little!
Darian came over to photograph some of the Cardboard Citizens actors on Friday during the day. It was lovely to see him but I had to rush off to the Michael Clark evening at the Barbican with Chris (S. Af.) – which was amazing, beautiful, moving, breathless, divine, funny – the man is a wonderful chorographer…wonderful (I have dreamed about seeing his work for so long and there I was with one of my favourite lovies, seeing Michael Clark!).
Met Lorna, Helen, and Jess again and went to the club. I was in weird mood – hungover, tired (only 2 hours sleep) and beside myself with period pains. Craving of vodka and wankers in the queue made me bark at Jess-ka (so she avoided me for most of the night – fair enough). One the way in one young man who we have named “Liiaamm” (think Liam with an over-excited American accent) pushed me out of the way to brush his shitty monkey lover hair cut out into a feathercut – TWAT!!!
Downed a few vodka and cranberry’s later and suddenly stopped yawning, felt better and started dancing.
Later, a man who kept nicking Jess’ hat, did it once too often so Jess pushed him, no reaction, Lorna pushed him, no reaction, I pushed him and he fell for ages – hurrah!
Saturday night I met Jess after her concert, had a few drinks then met Lorna and Carla to go to After Skool – kinda evil ‘cos it ain’t Chris’ club! Spent some time in the bar looking at feathers and being very loud and taking about wanking…until I cracked at 2pm and demanded some dancing…great up until the last moment when I went to get our bags and one girl refused to give me Jess’ bags saying “but there’s only one, there’s only one” over and over again – sent me into a rage (again – DOH!). But basically this girl had told Jess that there was no problem with her loosing her ticket and that she’s keep the bag back but she hadn’t. The bag had pretty much everything in it, so Jess was in a major rage. So major, that we ended up speaking to the manager (JIM FAGAN!) for ages and refusing to move…then Big Mac (Chris’ promoter) turned up and called us “traitors!” for going to After Skool instead of ‘Scope. In the end we left, got asked to go to Liverpool by a very attractive young man (umm, we didn’t go), got involved in a fight between two gangs of boys (some of whom were very beautiful indeed…), and managed to get the nightbus home.
Sunday we crashed in front of the telly and Lucer cooked us roast dinner – hurrah, hurrah.
24th Thursday – Chris and Herb open Smash and Grab. Jess, Courtney and I spend hours getting ready (and drunk). Courtney gets into full drag – mini-skirt, fishnets, boots, boobs, etc. He looks amazing!
We meet up with Lorna and Helen and then go the club. Cameo’s is my home away from home…blue glitter walls, white leather sofas, fish tanks, piano theme bar, mirrors everywhere!!!
We danced all night and drank way too many whiskeys (only £1.50).
Jess ended up chatting to some guys who were down for a weekend who we tried to make come back to ours for Barcardi (the good looking one was up for it but got talked out of it by his mate). Chris waited with us for the nightbus while doing tres cute impressions of his nephew (arrrhhhh, bless ‘im).
Managed to get up for work the next day – although I felt awful until Jess rang and shouted “BEDROCK, BEDROCK, BEDROCK!!!” at me, when I suddenly livened up a little!
Darian came over to photograph some of the Cardboard Citizens actors on Friday during the day. It was lovely to see him but I had to rush off to the Michael Clark evening at the Barbican with Chris (S. Af.) – which was amazing, beautiful, moving, breathless, divine, funny – the man is a wonderful chorographer…wonderful (I have dreamed about seeing his work for so long and there I was with one of my favourite lovies, seeing Michael Clark!).
Met Lorna, Helen, and Jess again and went to the club. I was in weird mood – hungover, tired (only 2 hours sleep) and beside myself with period pains. Craving of vodka and wankers in the queue made me bark at Jess-ka (so she avoided me for most of the night – fair enough). One the way in one young man who we have named “Liiaamm” (think Liam with an over-excited American accent) pushed me out of the way to brush his shitty monkey lover hair cut out into a feathercut – TWAT!!!
Downed a few vodka and cranberry’s later and suddenly stopped yawning, felt better and started dancing.
Later, a man who kept nicking Jess’ hat, did it once too often so Jess pushed him, no reaction, Lorna pushed him, no reaction, I pushed him and he fell for ages – hurrah!
Saturday night I met Jess after her concert, had a few drinks then met Lorna and Carla to go to After Skool – kinda evil ‘cos it ain’t Chris’ club! Spent some time in the bar looking at feathers and being very loud and taking about wanking…until I cracked at 2pm and demanded some dancing…great up until the last moment when I went to get our bags and one girl refused to give me Jess’ bags saying “but there’s only one, there’s only one” over and over again – sent me into a rage (again – DOH!). But basically this girl had told Jess that there was no problem with her loosing her ticket and that she’s keep the bag back but she hadn’t. The bag had pretty much everything in it, so Jess was in a major rage. So major, that we ended up speaking to the manager (JIM FAGAN!) for ages and refusing to move…then Big Mac (Chris’ promoter) turned up and called us “traitors!” for going to After Skool instead of ‘Scope. In the end we left, got asked to go to Liverpool by a very attractive young man (umm, we didn’t go), got involved in a fight between two gangs of boys (some of whom were very beautiful indeed…), and managed to get the nightbus home.
Sunday we crashed in front of the telly and Lucer cooked us roast dinner – hurrah, hurrah.
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
It has been mentioned to me that I haven't spoken about "the war" at all, I have one thing to say "listen to Bill Hicks" ok? oookkkaaayyy...
BILL HICKS ON IRAQ (1992)
(Iraqi voice) We surrendah! (George Bush voice) Not good enough. (Iraqi voice) We run away! (George Bush voice) Too little, too late! Call me a wimp, c'mon, fuckers, c'mon! Hold him back! Those guys were in hog heaven over there, man. They had a big weapons catalogue opened up. (Hillbilly voices) What's G-12 do, Tommy? See, it says here it destroys everything but the fillings in their teeth, helps us pay for the war effort. Well, fuck, pull that one up! Pull up G-12, please. SHOOP. BOOM! Cool, what's G-13 do? Big Sears weapons catalogue. 'Weapons, for all occasions!'
You know. See, everyone got boners over the technology, and it was pretty incredible. Watching missiles fly down air vents, pretty unbelievable. But couldn't we feasibly use that same technology to shoot food at hungry people? Know what I mean? Fly over Ethiopia, "There's a guy that needs a banana!" SHOOP. The Stealth Banana. Smart fruit! I don't know.
Once again, I was watching the fucking news, and it really threw me off. It depressed everyone, it's so scary watching the news, how they built it all out of proportion, like Iraq was ever, or could ever possibly, under any stretch of the imagination be a threat to us-wwwwhatsoever. But-watching the news, you never would have got that idea. Remember how it started, they kept talking about 'the Elite Republican Guard' in these hushed tones like these guys were the bogeymen or something. Yeah, we're doing well now, but we have yet to face-THE ELITE REPUBLICAN GUARD. Like these guys were twelve feet tall, desert warriors. KRRASH. NEVER LOST A BATTLE! KRRASH. WE SHIT BULLETS! Yeah, well, after two months of continuous carpet bombings and not one reaction at all from them, they became simply, 'the Republican Guard.' Not nearly as elite as we may have led you to believe. And after another month of bombing, they went from 'the Elite Republican Guard' to 'the Republican Guard' to 'the Republicans made this shit up about there being guards out there'. We hope you enjoyed your fireworks show. It was so pretty, and it took our mind off of domestic issues! The Persian Gulf Distraction. People said, "Uh-uh, Bill, Iraq had the fourth largest army in the world." Yeah, maybe, but you know what? After the first three largest armies, there's a real big fucking drop-off, all right? The Hare Krishnas are the fifth largest army in the world, and they've already got our airports, okay, so. I think that's the greater threat right now. Mr. Onion Head in Terminal C is scaring the shit out of me. Get him away from me. What an amazing thing, though. You know, and the amazing thing, obviously, the disparity and the casualties. Iraq - one hundred and fifty thousand casualties, USA - seventy-nine. Iraq - one hundred and fifty thousand, USA - seventy-nine. Does that mean that if we had sent over eighty guys, we still would have won that fucking thing, or what? One guy in a ticker-take parade: (Hillbilly voices) I did it, hey! You're welcome! Good work, Tommy, how'd you do it? I pulled up G-12! It was in the catalogue! Worked like a charm! You know, my biggest problem with the whole thing was that blood lust that came out of everyone, you know, this blood lust, man, it's really unbelievable.
BILL HICKS ON IRAQ (1992)
(Iraqi voice) We surrendah! (George Bush voice) Not good enough. (Iraqi voice) We run away! (George Bush voice) Too little, too late! Call me a wimp, c'mon, fuckers, c'mon! Hold him back! Those guys were in hog heaven over there, man. They had a big weapons catalogue opened up. (Hillbilly voices) What's G-12 do, Tommy? See, it says here it destroys everything but the fillings in their teeth, helps us pay for the war effort. Well, fuck, pull that one up! Pull up G-12, please. SHOOP. BOOM! Cool, what's G-13 do? Big Sears weapons catalogue. 'Weapons, for all occasions!'
You know. See, everyone got boners over the technology, and it was pretty incredible. Watching missiles fly down air vents, pretty unbelievable. But couldn't we feasibly use that same technology to shoot food at hungry people? Know what I mean? Fly over Ethiopia, "There's a guy that needs a banana!" SHOOP. The Stealth Banana. Smart fruit! I don't know.
Once again, I was watching the fucking news, and it really threw me off. It depressed everyone, it's so scary watching the news, how they built it all out of proportion, like Iraq was ever, or could ever possibly, under any stretch of the imagination be a threat to us-wwwwhatsoever. But-watching the news, you never would have got that idea. Remember how it started, they kept talking about 'the Elite Republican Guard' in these hushed tones like these guys were the bogeymen or something. Yeah, we're doing well now, but we have yet to face-THE ELITE REPUBLICAN GUARD. Like these guys were twelve feet tall, desert warriors. KRRASH. NEVER LOST A BATTLE! KRRASH. WE SHIT BULLETS! Yeah, well, after two months of continuous carpet bombings and not one reaction at all from them, they became simply, 'the Republican Guard.' Not nearly as elite as we may have led you to believe. And after another month of bombing, they went from 'the Elite Republican Guard' to 'the Republican Guard' to 'the Republicans made this shit up about there being guards out there'. We hope you enjoyed your fireworks show. It was so pretty, and it took our mind off of domestic issues! The Persian Gulf Distraction. People said, "Uh-uh, Bill, Iraq had the fourth largest army in the world." Yeah, maybe, but you know what? After the first three largest armies, there's a real big fucking drop-off, all right? The Hare Krishnas are the fifth largest army in the world, and they've already got our airports, okay, so. I think that's the greater threat right now. Mr. Onion Head in Terminal C is scaring the shit out of me. Get him away from me. What an amazing thing, though. You know, and the amazing thing, obviously, the disparity and the casualties. Iraq - one hundred and fifty thousand casualties, USA - seventy-nine. Iraq - one hundred and fifty thousand, USA - seventy-nine. Does that mean that if we had sent over eighty guys, we still would have won that fucking thing, or what? One guy in a ticker-take parade: (Hillbilly voices) I did it, hey! You're welcome! Good work, Tommy, how'd you do it? I pulled up G-12! It was in the catalogue! Worked like a charm! You know, my biggest problem with the whole thing was that blood lust that came out of everyone, you know, this blood lust, man, it's really unbelievable.
Monday, April 14, 2003
The White Stripes were amazing!!! We had managed to get tickets mid-week when they released extras. Jess, Ellie and I were taking Luce for a birthday surprise (she had guessed by the time we were getting near Brixton!). Jack and Meg were fantastic - Meg all in white looking tres cute-a-rama and Jack in the tightest trousers (which showed him to his best!), one side black, one red. Beautiful music, beautiful people - so sexy too. The passion with which they played infected the whole crowd. I truly found it the horniest gig that I have ever been to. And then when they played a cover of 'Isis' by Bob Dylan I almost died, I have literally fantasised about them playing that since I heard a version of 'One More Cup of Coffee' from the Desire album - and they did.
So, heading to Bedrock all hyped up and over excited - I ended up chatting to lovely gay couple re: Jack White's overly tight trousers and unmistakable hard dick (typical of me some would say!). We get to Bedrock and it's so packed you can't actually move - so I get 4 vodka and tonics at the bar and stand by the door with Jess complaining about "tourists in our club" (such wankers that we are!). I remember having a good time and not much more than that.
Ellie woke me up in the morning to see a video that she got out 'The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood' – it’s not a great film but in my hung over state I wept like a child through most of it!
I then watched ‘Thirteen Ghosts’ which was the crappest horror film I’ve seen in a long time! Then Cagney and Lacey was on! Oh dear god, trapped in an 80’s Saturday afternoon! Then I had the hottest loveliest bath and Lornie came home from the park and made me dinner. We then dressed up to go, drank white wine on the tube (classy, eh?), met Jessie at her work and drank possibly the foulest vodka on earth!
We met up with Carla to go to ‘Scope to see Little Chris and Herb DJ. I haven’t been to this club in years (apart from this New Year which was shit) so I was quite looking forward to it. It was, however, a pretty shit night all in all – I was in a foul mood due to not getting nearly enough attention from a certain young man…(although Jess did later cheer me up with an amusing rendition of ‘Seven Nation Army’ by the White Stripes – you fool!). We were drinking Bacardi Breezers, which for girls who are used to vodka and whiskey was a little boring. We took the piss out of a Liiiaaaamm (a special breed of feathercut boy, who lives/looks/acts like the twat Liam Gallagher) who was snogging random girls on the dance floor and then throwing them aside, all the while carrying a young lady around with him. Very amusing, he was literally doing Liiiaaaaammm impressions onstage at one point, with a tambourine mind, to The Stone Roses ‘I Wanna Be Adored’ – this was one of the funniest things that happened all evening – god help me!
Carla then went home to get a shag from her feathercut neighbour – bizarre. The rest of us went home and slept till 1pm the next day. We then proceeded to lay on our front room floor (bat cave or squat – depending on our mood!) with our duvets, the telly on and ate for the next 10 hrs. Lots of fun…not going to ‘Scope again though.
A lot of us mates have joined Nation States and our egos (or at least I know mine has) have gone haywire! Have a look at mine
I "got off" with a lovely young man last Friday who I have now had a text conversation with – I’ll keep y’all updated!
And finally, tonight I have ‘The Handmaids Tale’ at ENO with Damaris – should be fun (and means that we can pop into Café in the Crypt for something nice to eat – hurrah, hurrah!).
So, heading to Bedrock all hyped up and over excited - I ended up chatting to lovely gay couple re: Jack White's overly tight trousers and unmistakable hard dick (typical of me some would say!). We get to Bedrock and it's so packed you can't actually move - so I get 4 vodka and tonics at the bar and stand by the door with Jess complaining about "tourists in our club" (such wankers that we are!). I remember having a good time and not much more than that.
Ellie woke me up in the morning to see a video that she got out 'The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood' – it’s not a great film but in my hung over state I wept like a child through most of it!
I then watched ‘Thirteen Ghosts’ which was the crappest horror film I’ve seen in a long time! Then Cagney and Lacey was on! Oh dear god, trapped in an 80’s Saturday afternoon! Then I had the hottest loveliest bath and Lornie came home from the park and made me dinner. We then dressed up to go, drank white wine on the tube (classy, eh?), met Jessie at her work and drank possibly the foulest vodka on earth!
We met up with Carla to go to ‘Scope to see Little Chris and Herb DJ. I haven’t been to this club in years (apart from this New Year which was shit) so I was quite looking forward to it. It was, however, a pretty shit night all in all – I was in a foul mood due to not getting nearly enough attention from a certain young man…(although Jess did later cheer me up with an amusing rendition of ‘Seven Nation Army’ by the White Stripes – you fool!). We were drinking Bacardi Breezers, which for girls who are used to vodka and whiskey was a little boring. We took the piss out of a Liiiaaaamm (a special breed of feathercut boy, who lives/looks/acts like the twat Liam Gallagher) who was snogging random girls on the dance floor and then throwing them aside, all the while carrying a young lady around with him. Very amusing, he was literally doing Liiiaaaaammm impressions onstage at one point, with a tambourine mind, to The Stone Roses ‘I Wanna Be Adored’ – this was one of the funniest things that happened all evening – god help me!
Carla then went home to get a shag from her feathercut neighbour – bizarre. The rest of us went home and slept till 1pm the next day. We then proceeded to lay on our front room floor (bat cave or squat – depending on our mood!) with our duvets, the telly on and ate for the next 10 hrs. Lots of fun…not going to ‘Scope again though.
A lot of us mates have joined Nation States and our egos (or at least I know mine has) have gone haywire! Have a look at mine
I "got off" with a lovely young man last Friday who I have now had a text conversation with – I’ll keep y’all updated!
And finally, tonight I have ‘The Handmaids Tale’ at ENO with Damaris – should be fun (and means that we can pop into Café in the Crypt for something nice to eat – hurrah, hurrah!).
Friday, April 11, 2003
Thursday, April 10, 2003
And ten days later I actually get a moment to write something down!
The Boal lecture went really well - and I managed to get Augusto and Adrian into a taxi pretty sharpish post talk - literally battering girly drama students out of their way! They went onto Bristol for more training and I went to comedy with the girls. Very good fun, esp. the dark, bitter, just about to get divorced gothy guy.
Tuesday - I had a day of training re: Disability Discrimination Act at OSW. It was really informative but I got out at around 4pm to loads of messages on my phone re: my not being at work - goddamn I had told everyone AND put it in my microsoft diary! Went home in a really bad mood. Work is getting majorly stressful with all the training courses at the moment.
Wednesday - I had to go to Manchester to be around for the course there on Thursday morning. Johnny Marr was playing and I was in the student village area - so lots of feathercut passed my way (I thought of Jess and Lorna and their feathercut obsession!)
Thursday - It seemed like the course was going well. Until that is Adrian rang me at lunchtime complaining that the ASDA was too far away. Now my boss tends to overreact to little things so, it wasn't exactly complaining as more shouting at me. I then answered back saying that I disagreed with him! ooohhhh, I have wanted to do that for so long, we stopped the phone conversation and I literally cried...he has had me so stressed recently and all my friends/family were bored shitless with me going on about it! It does seem to have cleared the air though, which is good because he was the only reason that I was considering leaving a job that I adored.
Friday - our Schools tour had finished so we all finished early and descended on the local pub. Unfortunately as I had had no lunch or dinner, I managed to get very drunk very quickly! Hurrah, hurrah I'd spilt a pint by 7pm - hurrah, hurrah!
Jess and Lucy then came to meet me to go to see the Faint - who really do rock BTW - they were so sexy and dark and fun and gothy and 80's synth and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...
We then went to Bedrock, to meet up with Lorna who was having her leaving do. We were all beyond pissed up by now...so much so that I got off with Lorna's ex-boyfs best friend, Joe. It did seem to be a major geek love fest though as we had to keep stopping to push up our glasses! Proceeded to ignore mates most of the night, except when Lorna feel asleep on my lap which didn't impede on my getting off skills whatsoever!
Managed to get home, Jess running behind us (we left her in the club with some unsuitable young man). Didn't take Joe home, as I knew how pissed I was and how awful I'd feel in the morning (thus leading to utter hatred of all men esp. those in my bed that won't get out - I HATE one night stands when pissed - actually I only ever had one but I hated it with so much passion that it must never happen again).
Saturday - missed a matinee, shame on me but too drunk still. I had however pulled myself together enough to meet S&M Chris for Foi by the company Les Ballets C de la B - it was amazing. It seemed to be set in a post-11th Sept wasteland, the performers embody either angels or self-absorbed humans. The humans being moved, tickled and manipulated by the angels. It touched beauty, fun and emptiness - issues covered included HIV, Adam and Eve, birth, sex, violence, terror, and on and on....
Monday - a gang of us went to the Comedy night again. Jess, Lorna, Chris and Jan came along. The shows weren’t as great this time as people we trying out there Edinburgh shows. A little painful at times, it must be said. We did, of course, end up in Heaven with Little Chris. He did buy us tequila and chocolate to get us there though!
We had a very fun evening (but my holding hands and flirting with a certain young man is getting out of hand – I am in major danger of getting my heart broken, as I really don’t think he looks at it quite like I do…oh well, que será será).
Tuesday – I only had a half-day at work, as I was meeting Damaris and Richie for a training day at Stratford Circus. The day itself wasn’t very interesting but there were some previews of shows that look quite good and a chance to put faces to some names. However, the fact that I was out of work led to me being hyper and over excited. We went into town to meet Jess during her break between concerts but she was having a crisis so we went to see the Self-Portrait exhibition at the Portrait Gallery. Some of the pieces were amazingly beautiful, to see how people see themselves is so strange…
Damaris and I went for apple crumble and custard in St. Martin’s café and then I went home to my bed and slept for hours!
Wednesday – I met up with South African Chris (we really must find a better nickname for him) to see Macbeth at the Barbican. I went laden with white chocolate fudge – which is really the best thing in the world, to cheer him up with. This worked for some time but the show, oh my god, the show was bad. There were funny bits in it but most of it, oh my god, I was so glad it was over…and so was Chris.
Which brings us to today (Lucy’s birthday, hurrah!) Debrief re: the training courses this afternoon – update later as to whether I still have a job or not!!! Nice night in this evening I think.
But tomorrow The White Stripes and Jack White (have you seen the picture of his thighs in this weeks NME!) and Meg White and blues and rock ‘n’ roll and…and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...
And then Bedrock (if we can talk Ellie and Lucy into it).
Minor addition to the weeks notes: Last night I got up after I had put myself to bed to try on a skirt that I fancy wearing tomorrow, just to check that it looked ok with the top I wanted to wear – living with girls for the first time is having a very weird effect on me! Plus my top, headscarf and necklace all match today – hellppppp mmmmmeeeee, I’m a real giiiirrrrrllllll after all…….
The Boal lecture went really well - and I managed to get Augusto and Adrian into a taxi pretty sharpish post talk - literally battering girly drama students out of their way! They went onto Bristol for more training and I went to comedy with the girls. Very good fun, esp. the dark, bitter, just about to get divorced gothy guy.
Tuesday - I had a day of training re: Disability Discrimination Act at OSW. It was really informative but I got out at around 4pm to loads of messages on my phone re: my not being at work - goddamn I had told everyone AND put it in my microsoft diary! Went home in a really bad mood. Work is getting majorly stressful with all the training courses at the moment.
Wednesday - I had to go to Manchester to be around for the course there on Thursday morning. Johnny Marr was playing and I was in the student village area - so lots of feathercut passed my way (I thought of Jess and Lorna and their feathercut obsession!)
Thursday - It seemed like the course was going well. Until that is Adrian rang me at lunchtime complaining that the ASDA was too far away. Now my boss tends to overreact to little things so, it wasn't exactly complaining as more shouting at me. I then answered back saying that I disagreed with him! ooohhhh, I have wanted to do that for so long, we stopped the phone conversation and I literally cried...he has had me so stressed recently and all my friends/family were bored shitless with me going on about it! It does seem to have cleared the air though, which is good because he was the only reason that I was considering leaving a job that I adored.
Friday - our Schools tour had finished so we all finished early and descended on the local pub. Unfortunately as I had had no lunch or dinner, I managed to get very drunk very quickly! Hurrah, hurrah I'd spilt a pint by 7pm - hurrah, hurrah!
Jess and Lucy then came to meet me to go to see the Faint - who really do rock BTW - they were so sexy and dark and fun and gothy and 80's synth and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...
We then went to Bedrock, to meet up with Lorna who was having her leaving do. We were all beyond pissed up by now...so much so that I got off with Lorna's ex-boyfs best friend, Joe. It did seem to be a major geek love fest though as we had to keep stopping to push up our glasses! Proceeded to ignore mates most of the night, except when Lorna feel asleep on my lap which didn't impede on my getting off skills whatsoever!
Managed to get home, Jess running behind us (we left her in the club with some unsuitable young man). Didn't take Joe home, as I knew how pissed I was and how awful I'd feel in the morning (thus leading to utter hatred of all men esp. those in my bed that won't get out - I HATE one night stands when pissed - actually I only ever had one but I hated it with so much passion that it must never happen again).
Saturday - missed a matinee, shame on me but too drunk still. I had however pulled myself together enough to meet S&M Chris for Foi by the company Les Ballets C de la B - it was amazing. It seemed to be set in a post-11th Sept wasteland, the performers embody either angels or self-absorbed humans. The humans being moved, tickled and manipulated by the angels. It touched beauty, fun and emptiness - issues covered included HIV, Adam and Eve, birth, sex, violence, terror, and on and on....
Monday - a gang of us went to the Comedy night again. Jess, Lorna, Chris and Jan came along. The shows weren’t as great this time as people we trying out there Edinburgh shows. A little painful at times, it must be said. We did, of course, end up in Heaven with Little Chris. He did buy us tequila and chocolate to get us there though!
We had a very fun evening (but my holding hands and flirting with a certain young man is getting out of hand – I am in major danger of getting my heart broken, as I really don’t think he looks at it quite like I do…oh well, que será será).
Tuesday – I only had a half-day at work, as I was meeting Damaris and Richie for a training day at Stratford Circus. The day itself wasn’t very interesting but there were some previews of shows that look quite good and a chance to put faces to some names. However, the fact that I was out of work led to me being hyper and over excited. We went into town to meet Jess during her break between concerts but she was having a crisis so we went to see the Self-Portrait exhibition at the Portrait Gallery. Some of the pieces were amazingly beautiful, to see how people see themselves is so strange…
Damaris and I went for apple crumble and custard in St. Martin’s café and then I went home to my bed and slept for hours!
Wednesday – I met up with South African Chris (we really must find a better nickname for him) to see Macbeth at the Barbican. I went laden with white chocolate fudge – which is really the best thing in the world, to cheer him up with. This worked for some time but the show, oh my god, the show was bad. There were funny bits in it but most of it, oh my god, I was so glad it was over…and so was Chris.
Which brings us to today (Lucy’s birthday, hurrah!) Debrief re: the training courses this afternoon – update later as to whether I still have a job or not!!! Nice night in this evening I think.
But tomorrow The White Stripes and Jack White (have you seen the picture of his thighs in this weeks NME!) and Meg White and blues and rock ‘n’ roll and…and...and...oh good god, hyperventilating, *gets brown bag*, *regulates breathing* I'm fine, I'm fine...
And then Bedrock (if we can talk Ellie and Lucy into it).
Minor addition to the weeks notes: Last night I got up after I had put myself to bed to try on a skirt that I fancy wearing tomorrow, just to check that it looked ok with the top I wanted to wear – living with girls for the first time is having a very weird effect on me! Plus my top, headscarf and necklace all match today – hellppppp mmmmmeeeee, I’m a real giiiirrrrrllllll after all…….
Monday, March 31, 2003
Hiya, had a lovely weekend in Hastings - went to see Jan's youth theatre lots show - which was good fun, if a little hectic! Jan royally embarrassed me by shouting across the room "Boudicca, you're SMOKING!" (Jesus, I'm 26 that stage should be over now, surely?).
We went for fish and chips at the Mermaid on Sunday afternoon and then shopping (I, of course spent too much money on CD's and books). Then on the way home I get a text from the girls demanding my presence at home (Lornie's back from snowboarding - hurrah!). Got back just as roast dinner was being served (hurrah!) and sat in front of the telly for the next few hours. It is just Jess and I but is William and Mary on ITV just the sweetest Sunday evening television that we've had in a long time?
Well, tonight Boal is doing a lecture at the Cochrane, which will hopefully be over by 8pm so I can go to the comedy with the girls!
We went for fish and chips at the Mermaid on Sunday afternoon and then shopping (I, of course spent too much money on CD's and books). Then on the way home I get a text from the girls demanding my presence at home (Lornie's back from snowboarding - hurrah!). Got back just as roast dinner was being served (hurrah!) and sat in front of the telly for the next few hours. It is just Jess and I but is William and Mary on ITV just the sweetest Sunday evening television that we've had in a long time?
Well, tonight Boal is doing a lecture at the Cochrane, which will hopefully be over by 8pm so I can go to the comedy with the girls!
You're a decent Manics fan. Be proud. Not many
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What kind of Manic Street Preachers fan are you?
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Friday, March 28, 2003
I'm so tired - I have been doing two weeks of training courses and I spent last night dreaming about our lecture at the Cochrane on Monday going horribly wrong! The chairs weren't there, no techs were about, the lights were all breaking, then my two bosses shouted at each other over my head! I woke up very tired indeed!
Saturday was another day with dad; we did mange to get to the Aztecs this time (might have had something to do with the Stop The War march). Pretty good exhibition, but I think we both enjoyed the Tony Robinson kids commentary a little more than we should have! Tea in St Martins again, which has become one of my new favourite place (absolutely nothing to do with the long hair goth boy that works there, oh no - who by the way spoke to me and I literally couldn't reply more than a squeaky 'yep, uh hu' - duh!). Later we went to Masion Beautx for cake and more tea - lovely, jubley.
Mind you, the tiredness might have something to do with the excessive drinking and partying. Saturday night, Jess and I were going to see Interpol. We started in the house with brandy shots and it got worse. Interpol were fantastic, the bass player had ultimate heaviness (see this link for more info). We then, of course, fancied going clubbing. We ended up at the After Skool party (which nice club as it is, is in a uni bar and will never escape that 'uni bar' feel - that and the toilets have lockers for your games kit in!). We knew when we were beyond drunk when the song that got us up to dance was Justin Timberlake (which I adore but Jessie doesn't!). We drank more, danced more, Jess then left me with some random man and disappeared for a while (I say a while, she actually left me outside for 1hr 20mins...in the cold...not answering her phone....but y'know these things happen!).
We managed to get home and collapse - the major thing is that Jess was meant to be getting a plane at 12.30 the next day from Luton...which of course she didn't make...leading to her feeling very guilty (it was a holiday to see a mate). We ended up instead having curry and watching Don Juan DeMarco - uummmm, lovely day in.
On Monday, we had cocktails at Soma (2 '4' 1 - hurrah, hurrah). But the boss rang me, the taxi driver rang me, I felt overly important and annoyed my friends....
On Tuesday Jess, Damaris and I went to visit our BA (Hons) Arts Management course. They were doing an event at Ocean. Multi-media, so, y'know, some of it was good and some was bad. There was this amazing woman, with black balloons and bizarre electro music - lots of fun. But of course, oh dear, we had got quite drunk and ended up getting the night bus the wrong way down mile end road - duh! But we soon got back and had chips and bed to think about.
On Wednesday Jess, Little Chris and I went to the Cochrane to see The Laramie Project. Nice and depressing...so much so that I wept. So y'know, we had to go out clubbing to cheer ourselves up. Popped into Metro's for a few cheap drinks and to pick up Andy. There was an amazing band playing. Well, an amazing guitarist and bearable band (reminder to self, ask Chris what they were called!). We then went to Candy Box, bumping into Herb on the way, and preceded to get very drunk on cheap whiskey - hurrah, hurrah. Managed to get home, but I was late for work (but only by half an hour).
On Thursday - after the last few days I was feeling bad and majorly run down. So, I made a lovely healthy carrot and ginger soup and went to bed early - good Bou!
Tonight, S&M Chris and I have a plan A and a plan B - either Ballet Boys at South Bank (if we can get stand by tix) or last three episodes of Angel and pizza. Both options involving attractive men!
Tomorrow will involve escaping to Hastings to visit parentage and eat fish and chips!
Saturday was another day with dad; we did mange to get to the Aztecs this time (might have had something to do with the Stop The War march). Pretty good exhibition, but I think we both enjoyed the Tony Robinson kids commentary a little more than we should have! Tea in St Martins again, which has become one of my new favourite place (absolutely nothing to do with the long hair goth boy that works there, oh no - who by the way spoke to me and I literally couldn't reply more than a squeaky 'yep, uh hu' - duh!). Later we went to Masion Beautx for cake and more tea - lovely, jubley.
Mind you, the tiredness might have something to do with the excessive drinking and partying. Saturday night, Jess and I were going to see Interpol. We started in the house with brandy shots and it got worse. Interpol were fantastic, the bass player had ultimate heaviness (see this link for more info). We then, of course, fancied going clubbing. We ended up at the After Skool party (which nice club as it is, is in a uni bar and will never escape that 'uni bar' feel - that and the toilets have lockers for your games kit in!). We knew when we were beyond drunk when the song that got us up to dance was Justin Timberlake (which I adore but Jessie doesn't!). We drank more, danced more, Jess then left me with some random man and disappeared for a while (I say a while, she actually left me outside for 1hr 20mins...in the cold...not answering her phone....but y'know these things happen!).
We managed to get home and collapse - the major thing is that Jess was meant to be getting a plane at 12.30 the next day from Luton...which of course she didn't make...leading to her feeling very guilty (it was a holiday to see a mate). We ended up instead having curry and watching Don Juan DeMarco - uummmm, lovely day in.
On Monday, we had cocktails at Soma (2 '4' 1 - hurrah, hurrah). But the boss rang me, the taxi driver rang me, I felt overly important and annoyed my friends....
On Tuesday Jess, Damaris and I went to visit our BA (Hons) Arts Management course. They were doing an event at Ocean. Multi-media, so, y'know, some of it was good and some was bad. There was this amazing woman, with black balloons and bizarre electro music - lots of fun. But of course, oh dear, we had got quite drunk and ended up getting the night bus the wrong way down mile end road - duh! But we soon got back and had chips and bed to think about.
On Wednesday Jess, Little Chris and I went to the Cochrane to see The Laramie Project. Nice and depressing...so much so that I wept. So y'know, we had to go out clubbing to cheer ourselves up. Popped into Metro's for a few cheap drinks and to pick up Andy. There was an amazing band playing. Well, an amazing guitarist and bearable band (reminder to self, ask Chris what they were called!). We then went to Candy Box, bumping into Herb on the way, and preceded to get very drunk on cheap whiskey - hurrah, hurrah. Managed to get home, but I was late for work (but only by half an hour).
On Thursday - after the last few days I was feeling bad and majorly run down. So, I made a lovely healthy carrot and ginger soup and went to bed early - good Bou!
Tonight, S&M Chris and I have a plan A and a plan B - either Ballet Boys at South Bank (if we can get stand by tix) or last three episodes of Angel and pizza. Both options involving attractive men!
Tomorrow will involve escaping to Hastings to visit parentage and eat fish and chips!
You're the Tortured Artist. You do anything and
everything; from water colours, to morbid
poetry, to emo music and zines. Nobody
understands you and they never will, but that's
alright because you have your art. You're
extremely intelligent and diverse, but perhaps
a little cinical. That's okay though, the world
can bite you and you can make up a short story
about then illustrate it yourself.
What Is Your Inner Artist?
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Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Gosh it seems like a really long time since I've written anything! I've been v. busy at work with our training courses (anyone who know anti-stress tool that isn't danish pastry based please let me know a.s.a.p.!). I have also been told that I'm going to Manchester to help with those training days too. It is quite interesting, esp. meeting a wide range of different people. Some people have done the most amazing things (I get to read and type all their biogs) that I could only dream of....
Last ever Ticketmaster works drinks was on Friday - I of course can't actually remember anything past around 10ish - but apparently all I did was look cute and say "I'm soooooo drunk!" a few times. Bedrock went in a blur...then we were outside in the cold and some random man started chatting to me (he actually turned out to be the mate of the man that got off with my mate, and he isn't actually gay like we thought he was...). He was refusing to tell me his name but then Chris came up and said "Hi Arron, you've met Boo then?" Ha, ha!
Saturday - my Dad was in London for a few hours between visiting my baby bro (baby as in, 23 and 6' 3"...but still my little 'un) in Newcastle and going home to Hastings. We were gonna go to the Aztecs but the q was massive. We instead went to the National Portrait and National Gallery and then we got chocolate fudge cake at St Martin's cafe in the crypt - the best ever, with real yummy cream!!! I insist that every one goes there once in their lives!
I had a hangover and Dad was tried from travelling all day but we had a lovely time.
Sunday was the best - Jess and I met Richie at Archway. We bought lovely picnic things and then walked up to the pools on Hampstead Heath. We sat and watched the world go by, eating and sunning ourselves...we then went to the top of Parliment Hill and wandered down into Hampstead. A charity shop later, we went home and Jess and Richie cooked the most amazing vege curry which we enjoyed with a rather drunk Lucer and Kever (who had also had a good day by all accounts!).
Last ever Ticketmaster works drinks was on Friday - I of course can't actually remember anything past around 10ish - but apparently all I did was look cute and say "I'm soooooo drunk!" a few times. Bedrock went in a blur...then we were outside in the cold and some random man started chatting to me (he actually turned out to be the mate of the man that got off with my mate, and he isn't actually gay like we thought he was...). He was refusing to tell me his name but then Chris came up and said "Hi Arron, you've met Boo then?" Ha, ha!
Saturday - my Dad was in London for a few hours between visiting my baby bro (baby as in, 23 and 6' 3"...but still my little 'un) in Newcastle and going home to Hastings. We were gonna go to the Aztecs but the q was massive. We instead went to the National Portrait and National Gallery and then we got chocolate fudge cake at St Martin's cafe in the crypt - the best ever, with real yummy cream!!! I insist that every one goes there once in their lives!
I had a hangover and Dad was tried from travelling all day but we had a lovely time.
Sunday was the best - Jess and I met Richie at Archway. We bought lovely picnic things and then walked up to the pools on Hampstead Heath. We sat and watched the world go by, eating and sunning ourselves...we then went to the top of Parliment Hill and wandered down into Hampstead. A charity shop later, we went home and Jess and Richie cooked the most amazing vege curry which we enjoyed with a rather drunk Lucer and Kever (who had also had a good day by all accounts!).
Thursday, March 13, 2003
Finally moved into the new house! Hurrah, hurrah - although my arms and back are aching from lugging all my stuff upstairs (apart from the filing cabinet which Kev mainly moved!). Got to start getting settled in now - managed to sort out my clothes, get my fairy lights up and get my feather boas out! The CD collection though - oh my god, that's gonna take ages to sort out!
Good News:
Passed Lesson 2 of Wicca First Degree
Bad News:
Manics finally sell out beyond resuce - they now own a posh private members club in Cardiff. (news from Popbitch central). AND I though that their songs on adverts was fucking awful...fucking cunts!
Manic Street Preachers Lyrics
" Gold Against The Soul "
Somebody told me to vote conservative
Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I schooled without direction
Gold against the soul
Rock n' roll has a conscience
It supplies convenience
Gold against
Against the soul
Against the soul
Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilize - make Yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new ways to humble the poor
Gold against the soul
White liberal hates slavery
Needs Thai labour to clean his home
Gold erodes
Erodes the soul
Erodes the soul
A 1000 Marlboro death ignored everyday
And who gives a shit about sexuality
Gold against the soul
Working class cliches start here
Either cloth caps of smack victims
Gold destroyed
Destroyed the soul
Destroyed the soul
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Good News:
Passed Lesson 2 of Wicca First Degree
Bad News:
Manics finally sell out beyond resuce - they now own a posh private members club in Cardiff. (news from Popbitch central). AND I though that their songs on adverts was fucking awful...fucking cunts!
Manic Street Preachers Lyrics
" Gold Against The Soul "
Somebody told me to vote conservative
Tragedy is not known under this dimmest of lights
Everybody feels sick by the courtesy of dismay
Was I schooled without direction
Gold against the soul
Rock n' roll has a conscience
It supplies convenience
Gold against
Against the soul
Against the soul
Close the pits sanctify Roy Lynk an O.B.E.
Shareholding a piece of this fucking country
Fossilize - make Yorkshire into a tourist resort
And dream of new ways to humble the poor
Gold against the soul
White liberal hates slavery
Needs Thai labour to clean his home
Gold erodes
Erodes the soul
Erodes the soul
A 1000 Marlboro death ignored everyday
And who gives a shit about sexuality
Gold against the soul
Working class cliches start here
Either cloth caps of smack victims
Gold destroyed
Destroyed the soul
Destroyed the soul
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Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Which British Band Are You?
Well, well, well, who would have thought?????
Ummmhhhh, Nicky Wire rocks (and little Sean Moore is sooo cute in this photo - bless 'im).
Sunday, March 09, 2003
So, my birthday drinkies started off quite odd, the Vibe Bar on Brick Lane - it's a cool enough place, but with too many 'try-hards'. I don't think that I've seen so many uncool people trying to be cool in one place before!
But then Abby and Courtney turned up and we had a few drinkies (and I started on the Whisky and Lemonade - a sure sign that I'm up for a fun evening!). We got bored went outside, did South Park voices, got bored, needed food...met Damaris outside the bar and walked up to get bagels from the 24hr place near the top of Brick Lane...the best in the world. We then all wandered up to Plastic People for Our Disco. The door was shut (it's now 10.40pm and it's meant to open at 10pm!). Went to another bar for a while, came back and they let us in...but we were the first there. The first round for all 4 of us cost £12 - at which point a couple of us thought that we may as well take some class As instead of buggering around with that sort of money! So, starting to get a bit merry, Athol (workmate) and a couple of his friends turn up - they stay for 1/2hr and then leave for some reason...
Mates turn up: Jess, Lornie, Carla, Helen, Chris K and S&M Chris. We proceed to party! Feathercut watching, drug taking (the drinks were at least £3 each, so not much of that), laughing, dancing to cool electro music (The Faint - hurrah!) and literally owning a corner of the club!!!
All lots of fun, Courtney, Jess, Damaris and I then left to join the q for 333 but soon got bored, when on an illegal alcohol run. Got an illegal taxi back to Jess' but most of us had got a little worse for wear. Jess and Lornie had both forgotten their keys so they had to wake Ellie up to let us in. Tried to roll a joint to calm down but with no papers and no baccy it got a little impossible. We chatted for a bit and then Damaris, Courtney and I went to get the 2 night buses home (mind you, it's not far just awkward!). When we got in the Chris' were watching porn (skin head, 18 cert, that S&M Chris got sent by an anon. admirer - that's another story!) and drinking tea. All sat around for a bit chatting and then I went to bed. S&M Chris and Damaris stayed up for a while chatting (although Damaris does insist that Chris hypnotised her and then quizzed her about her life!!!).
Got up quite early, feeling ok and watched Saturday morning telly - y'know, I'll happily admit that although I've been a fag hag since birth I have never actually knowingly fancied a homosexual until, that is, Brian Dowling. I KNOW that it's wrong but he's very funny and attractive...and I must keep telling myself that it is WRONG - goddamn it!
Then I went to pick up my mother, Jan from Ten and Ian's house. We had a big night planned but ended up having Chinese, DVD's and sleeps under comfy covers on the sofa. I also 'amused' her with my Lord of the Rings commentary, which basically runs along the lines of "Jesus Christ, I LOVE Aragorn, he's so sexy, oh my god, I love this bit, look at that, it's scary, oh Aragorn I'll have your sword if Frodo doesn't want it, he's blantly bad, he's Christopher Lee" etc...and then we watched Dogma and I proceed to lust over Alan Rickman, ummm snarling..... Nice evening!
Sunday I moved my stuff to the girls house (where I move in on Wednesday night) Due to traffic jams, the car demanding a rest and a drink, the need to clean my old room, etc. it took almost 8hrs to do 3 car loads! Arrrggghhh, I HATE moving.
Jan then made a lovely dinner, magickly, from an empty cupboard, like only a mum can do and S&M Chris and I welcomed the new housemates in. They seem very, very, sweet - Lotfi and Sara who had brought a bottle of wine and had rolled up within an hour of moving their stuff in - I have a very good feeling about leaving Chris with them (oh, an over-protective mother moment - I am sorry!).
But then Abby and Courtney turned up and we had a few drinkies (and I started on the Whisky and Lemonade - a sure sign that I'm up for a fun evening!). We got bored went outside, did South Park voices, got bored, needed food...met Damaris outside the bar and walked up to get bagels from the 24hr place near the top of Brick Lane...the best in the world. We then all wandered up to Plastic People for Our Disco. The door was shut (it's now 10.40pm and it's meant to open at 10pm!). Went to another bar for a while, came back and they let us in...but we were the first there. The first round for all 4 of us cost £12 - at which point a couple of us thought that we may as well take some class As instead of buggering around with that sort of money! So, starting to get a bit merry, Athol (workmate) and a couple of his friends turn up - they stay for 1/2hr and then leave for some reason...
Mates turn up: Jess, Lornie, Carla, Helen, Chris K and S&M Chris. We proceed to party! Feathercut watching, drug taking (the drinks were at least £3 each, so not much of that), laughing, dancing to cool electro music (The Faint - hurrah!) and literally owning a corner of the club!!!
All lots of fun, Courtney, Jess, Damaris and I then left to join the q for 333 but soon got bored, when on an illegal alcohol run. Got an illegal taxi back to Jess' but most of us had got a little worse for wear. Jess and Lornie had both forgotten their keys so they had to wake Ellie up to let us in. Tried to roll a joint to calm down but with no papers and no baccy it got a little impossible. We chatted for a bit and then Damaris, Courtney and I went to get the 2 night buses home (mind you, it's not far just awkward!). When we got in the Chris' were watching porn (skin head, 18 cert, that S&M Chris got sent by an anon. admirer - that's another story!) and drinking tea. All sat around for a bit chatting and then I went to bed. S&M Chris and Damaris stayed up for a while chatting (although Damaris does insist that Chris hypnotised her and then quizzed her about her life!!!).
Got up quite early, feeling ok and watched Saturday morning telly - y'know, I'll happily admit that although I've been a fag hag since birth I have never actually knowingly fancied a homosexual until, that is, Brian Dowling. I KNOW that it's wrong but he's very funny and attractive...and I must keep telling myself that it is WRONG - goddamn it!
Then I went to pick up my mother, Jan from Ten and Ian's house. We had a big night planned but ended up having Chinese, DVD's and sleeps under comfy covers on the sofa. I also 'amused' her with my Lord of the Rings commentary, which basically runs along the lines of "Jesus Christ, I LOVE Aragorn, he's so sexy, oh my god, I love this bit, look at that, it's scary, oh Aragorn I'll have your sword if Frodo doesn't want it, he's blantly bad, he's Christopher Lee" etc...and then we watched Dogma and I proceed to lust over Alan Rickman, ummm snarling..... Nice evening!
Sunday I moved my stuff to the girls house (where I move in on Wednesday night) Due to traffic jams, the car demanding a rest and a drink, the need to clean my old room, etc. it took almost 8hrs to do 3 car loads! Arrrggghhh, I HATE moving.
Jan then made a lovely dinner, magickly, from an empty cupboard, like only a mum can do and S&M Chris and I welcomed the new housemates in. They seem very, very, sweet - Lotfi and Sara who had brought a bottle of wine and had rolled up within an hour of moving their stuff in - I have a very good feeling about leaving Chris with them (oh, an over-protective mother moment - I am sorry!).
Friday, March 07, 2003
oh my god! I literally have the best workmates ever!
I got chocolate cake, white chocolate fudge AND donuts AND little plastic hearts that warm up to keep my little cold hands warm (which I have lusted after since Pol got them)AND a beautiful photo album that's all blue and shiny (in a grown up way - I'll have you know!).
Bless 'em all the little cupcakes!
No more depressed birthday blues for Bou!
I'm also gonna go out tonight and get very drunk indeed! Hurrah, hurrah!
I got chocolate cake, white chocolate fudge AND donuts AND little plastic hearts that warm up to keep my little cold hands warm (which I have lusted after since Pol got them)AND a beautiful photo album that's all blue and shiny (in a grown up way - I'll have you know!).
Bless 'em all the little cupcakes!
No more depressed birthday blues for Bou!
I'm also gonna go out tonight and get very drunk indeed! Hurrah, hurrah!
You know what - I'll stop this goddamn self-pitying crap (see below) and play on quizzila all afternoon!!!
Raver Bear
Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You?
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I kinda knew the result to this one:
Aragorn
Who is your Ideal Lord of the Rings (male) Mate?
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You are tired, but glued to the computer, you can't
pull yourself away. When all your buddies have
their "I'm sleeping" away messages
up, you find other stuff to do online...like
taking this stupid quiz.
Why are you taking this quiz?
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Romantic movie! You probably won't star in a porno
anytime soon. You seem to be really into the
whole "love" thing...romantic sex
with perfumed sheets and candles all over the
place. You're probably a hopeless romantic. You
value sex and respect your partner too much to
do anything like porn. AWWWWWW!
What kind of porno would you star in?
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Well, goddamn, I'm finally 26 today. Although the last week or so has been full of major reflections - currently in the process of moving, therefore this years 'spring clean' has been like a snake shedding its skin! The stuff that I still had was amazing! So, 5 bin bags full later I think I'm ready to move.
But what it did do was throw up a lot of questions about my life...When I was 16 I wrote a list of things that I would have achieved by the time I was 26 - and fuck me, if I haven't achieved any of them (actually I lie, I have fulfilled 1/2 of one - a really great job (got) with good pay (urrrhhh, nope!).
I suppose this is also happening because I don't have any real goals anymore - uni over, fucked up relationshit finally fucked beyond repair, failed Wicca exam number 2 - what I need is some fucking goals! Any suggestions will be gratefully accepted...(but they must cost NO money and be done at weekends!).
But what it did do was throw up a lot of questions about my life...When I was 16 I wrote a list of things that I would have achieved by the time I was 26 - and fuck me, if I haven't achieved any of them (actually I lie, I have fulfilled 1/2 of one - a really great job (got) with good pay (urrrhhh, nope!).
I suppose this is also happening because I don't have any real goals anymore - uni over, fucked up relationshit finally fucked beyond repair, failed Wicca exam number 2 - what I need is some fucking goals! Any suggestions will be gratefully accepted...(but they must cost NO money and be done at weekends!).
Thursday, March 06, 2003
Sunday, March 02, 2003
LAZY POSTING (half inched from the adorable Darian)
--------------HAVE YOU EVER---------
* Ever been so drunk you blacked out: Yes, only once when I was 17 - drank 2 bottles of red wine and went out clubbing with friends. I'm a sensible enough person to end up going home and pass out in my own bed but i have no idea how I did it!
* Put a body part on fire for amusement: Oh yes, me and my brother used to hold lighters and matches to our arms and hands to see how hard we were (I was so 'the hardest'!).
* Been in a car accident: nope, been hit a couple of times though not badly, when I was a kid (brought up in the country, no bloody roads and many a drunk driver!).
* Been hurt emotionally: Quite a bit but only once badly - you know that bit in The Fellowship of the Ring where the Ringwrath stabs Frodo - that's what it feels like but in your heart - ice, evil running throughout your entire body (y'know I might not be over my last relationship (relationshit - name that movie!)
* Kept a secret from everyone: There's always a least one person that I tell!
* Had an imaginary friend: I kinda see it more as different elements of myself and I talk out loud to them a lot of the time.
* Wanted to hook up with a friend: No, no absolutly not, I'm mean it wouldn't work, would it? He obviously doesn't feel the same way - I know he flirts with me but he flirts with everyone. I know he holds my hand and whispers in my ear and adores me but there is no way that he sees it like that. But why hasn't he rung me for two weeks? Right that is it I'm never mentioning his name again. Oh god, I adore him...(repeat to fade) (and then continue for over a year, much to the annoyance of all other mates). I'm so sorry!!!! ;-)
* Cried during a Movie: I get so involved in movies, I weep like a child at most of them - happy tears, sad tears, depressed tears, release tears.
* Had a crush on a teacher: My theory is if you fancy someone at school/college you're more likely not to skive off. Therefore crushes a plenty, but they fade the min that I don't have to be there anymore.
* Ever thought an animated character was hot: No, but I've thought that plenty are cool as fuck!
* Had a New Kids on the Block tape: Yes, this was a major change point in my life. I was an avid reader of the music press and an avid watcher of TOTP as a child and NKOTB were meant to be the next big thing. My friend Annie and I went to buy the first single in Newcastle HMV, went home and listened to it. I hated it with a passion and she adored it. The relationship disintegrated not soon after when she went to the NKOTB concert and I lost my faith in 'the next big thing', discovered NME and Melody Maker and drowned my sorrows in daddy's record collection!
* Cut your hair: yes, I hate hairdressers with a passion.
-------FAVOURITES-------------
* Shampoo: Frizz ease (which I can rarely afford).
* Colour: Blue, it is the most diverse colour - something for everyone. Also anything that glitters.
* Day/Night: dusk and dawn
* Summer/Winter: Autumn.
* Lace or satin: Knights (or nights) is white satin
* Cartoon Characters: Lenore, Emily.
* Fave Advert: Don't really have one and I don't have enough space to tell you all the ones that I HATE.
* Fave Film: This changes constantly but I have seen The Two Towers four times now.
* Fave Ice Cream: Good vanilla or Baileys with Baileys poured over the top for decant moments.
* Fave Subjects: Other people's lives (whether imaginary or real).
-----------------RIGHT NOW-----------
* Wearing: It's a lazy sunday, so 'The Queen is Dead' Smiths t-shirt and and Old Navy shorts with glow in the dark ghosts on.
* Drinking: Home made caffe latte - warm and whisk the milk first and then add coffee and top up with water.
* Thinking about: Life, the universe and everything
* Listening to: Just a Min on Radio 4 - hurrah, hurrah, Ross Noble is very funny indeed.
---------IN THE LAST 24 HRS--------
* Cried: Yes, a couple of times. Birthday blues and my computer crashed and managed to wipe every track that I had in my Real One Player (which was quite a lot!!!!!!!) Arrggghhhh, they were nowhere, I searched everywhere, and then I wept with frustration.
* Worn a skirt: nope, although I did wear one last Saturday - just for shock value!
* Cleaned your room: Yep, I moving next weekend so I didn't just clean but I threw out at least 2 bin bags full of crap.
* Done laundry: yep, general house stuff and my own stuff.
* Drove a car: nope, don't drive.
----------DO YOU BELIEVE IN-------
* Yourself: yes, but I have to remind myself that I do quite often.
* Friends: yes, yes, YES - I have the most adorable friends!
* Santa Claus: no
* Tooth Fairy: yes, she put a little diamond on my tooth!
* Destiny/Fate: YES
* Angels: I get stuck with this word, 'cos I believe in guardian spirits/guides but not the classic idea of angels (and BTW 'The Prophecy II' was on last night - Christopher Walken is soooo horny as the Archangel Gabriel!!!).
* Ghosts: YES, and I've met a few
---------FRIENDS AND LIFE--------
* Who's the loudest out of your friends: Courtney (but only in 'COURTNEY' mode)
* Who's the weirdest out of your friends: They all have their little weird quirks but that's why I love 'em
* Who will respond to this e-mail fastest: n/a
* Who did you send this to who won't respond: n/a
* Do you want all your friends to do this and send it back to you?: They should all copy and post on their blogs if they have them!
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