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[04 Feb 2005|01:52pm] [ mood | okay ] [ music | Heroin - The Velvet Underground ] Apparantly some daft boys were taking bets on when I'd update this here thing. So here ya go :) Past wee while (has it really been a month?!) has been a combination of really good and really bad. The really bad mostly concerning school and my complete lack of motivation and general stupidity, the really good mostly concerning drunken nights out and the fact that my man's amazing. I hate when people post gooey shite like that on their journal but meh, tis true. As usual when I don't update this here thing the past few weeks have been a bit of a blur. I was *shock horror* SOBER for New Year after the previous night's horrors. After New Year, umm....? There is much of interest to report, but none I feel I need to share with you lot. Been some hideous dramas and certain things I'd do differently but for the most part I've been really happy this month. Had some cracking nights out as well: Revving it with Chris... pub quiz with Lo... dancing my socks off at the Art School with Jamie and the rest of The Lads / Laura... attending Destiny with Danny this week. Was thrown into a total panic not long ago but was helped through it by the lovely Lo, Danny and Vonnie. Good stuff :) Haven't really seen the girls lately, which is quite shite... though I was at Rea's tonight with Ash and Hol. Holly's annoyingly skinny btw. Tis Dannys party tomorrow that I'm pestering them to come to but to no avail, cos of the prelims next week. ... for which I am unprepared. But I got an unconditional for the course I'm after (Eng Lit / film and tv at Glasgow) so who the hell really cares? I really wish I could convince myself to work hard but this waster lifestyle's just too damn good. Ah, dear Deadjournal, I knew we'd rekindle our love affair when I returned to you... Shame I'm up at 5 tomorrow for work and so can't natter longer but Sarah's gonna try extra hard to keep her updates regular. Cos I know you love it. (... 2 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

"...after my nightmare bout the spastic postman dying" [29 Dec 2004|03:43pm] [ mood | chipper ] [ music | Vanity Fair - Mr Bungle ] Eek, LOADS to report but will have to skim through it. First off: MERRY CHRISTMAS! And I must warn you, this will be an annoyingly cheery entry. This holiday has been spent mostly in my jams. I love this :) Did some more shopping with Lo before Christmas (great day)... headed to Speares for a "party"... Christmas itself was lovely, just a nice family day watching Chewing The Fat (much the same as last year) then down to Rea's for Christmas dinner. Got some cracking stuff as well (curling / straightening kit from Lo, Blondie top and Velvet Revolver tickets from Rea...) but that's another story. Boxing Day I lazed, before heading out to Walkabout then to the Cathouse with Chris. Great night, though I was a bit heavy on the Jack D and coke and was mistaken for a prostitute (in my loose jeans and black coat...?) on the way home. True post-Christmas spirit was shown when i was rescued by some strangers who insisted I jump in their taxi home and not pay a penny. Heartwarming :) Work the next day was HELLISH even though I didnt start til 2 and t'was only a wee 6 hour shift. Compensated by spending all yesterday in my jams, only getting showered and dressed to go to Danny's in the evening. Was rather nervous but it actually turned out to be a really lovely night. Today I've done fuckall, but having some of the girls up here tonight so should be a laugh. Nothing heavy but, been limping along with only 3 hours sleep. This is heavy weird, I remember last year I went a bit morose and dejected in the month before christmas, then got dead hyper and chipper in the last week or so and holidays after. Has happened exactly the same this year, yay! I still have a mound of schoolwork, need to lose weight, get my hair sorted etc etc but I've so much to look forward to this next wee while I'm really not fussed :) (... 4 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[17 Dec 2004|03:05pm] [ mood | cold ] [ music | No Woman No Cry - Bob Marley ] See, you may all scoff at my regular updates but it really is the only way my memory can get stuff right... wasn't until days after my last update I realised I'd completely neglected to mention I had Sean up on Wed night... gave him a very late 18th pressie. This brain of mine *shakes head* Anyhow, this week I have spent ridiculous amounts of time fucking around with the stupid school computers in an attempt to do my UCAS form. Kept coming up an error message in one section,the whole form was complete but wasnt recognising that it was so wouldnt let me send it. Gnash. Today I just transferred all the info onto a NEW form... was a pain in the ass but really didn't take long, shoulda probably done that from the outset :$ Monday was school... driving (I really do suck)... then most probably lazing about. You'd think I'd know but Monday was aaaages ago. Tuesday SEEMED busy busy but wasn't really. Slept in majorly before going into school, fucking about with the UCAS thing, then cramming it up to Otago Street to meet Sweef. Got tea which was lovely, but the conversation did bring to light our worrying obsession with Family Guy, which I suppose was somewhat depressing :( Ended up munching tea really late with Lo, usually we do TV dinners but that night we ended up having in-depth discussions over some red wine. Felt dead posh til I realised I'd choose Frosty Jacks over red wine anyday :$ Switched to the vodka after tea (not much though) then headed up to the QM to meet Chris and Kyle... waiting in the rain killed the semi-tipsiness I'd been nursing. QM was good... Jamie, Steve-o, Michael, Ruth and Eve turned up... ended up spending a lot of time upstairs (unusually) and (even more unusually) didn't piss off my partner playing doubles at pool. Got a bit drunk towards the end, ended up chatting for ages to a random, I remember thinking it was amazing to meet someone you were dead comfortable slagging off jokingly within knowing them such a short time but, of course, I could be misinterpreting which'd just make me a bitch. Oh Well. He seemed a lovely guy, but. Walked back with him, jammily got a text from Laura just as I was leaving offering to pick me up, which of course I took up. She arrived in her jammies (so cute)... got in at 6am, cracked open a Pot Noodle and watched old episodes of Neighbours. TBH I could totally have gone withuot sleep, but figured id take a wee hour nap from 7-8. Made the lovely Lo PROMISE to wake me (considering I'm now immune to my alarm)... of course she didn't so I didn't surface until 12.38, two mins before my last class of the day ended. Needless to say I was also horrendously hungover. Cleaned. Moped. Only thing of note was that I called Alice, which I suppose went as well as could be expected... ie, horrifically. Thursday I attempted UCAS again, and again failed. Headed up to Hols at about 5 for dirnking, surprisingly got drunk pretty fast :| Had big serious (well... drunken) talks about bad situations which was kinda good... dont remember leaving but I think we got to the celidh at 7.45ish. Was way better then expected (though I was heavily unimpressed with their food: raisin biscuits and Irn Bru :|)... danced most of the time and had drunken conversations with various 5th year chicks, who seemed nice. Headed to Peckhams for "your cheapest bottle of wine" (didnt even get ID'ed! Despite it being over-21s and me in my ripped fishnets and broken shoes) then to Adams party with a whole bunch of people. Seemed a laugh but very crowded... I was heavy too tired and not in the mood for it (kept almost kipping on chairs) so got home here around midnight. Slept the best sleep I've had in ages. Mmm. There's a party on tonight but I'm still feeling rather delicate (surprising, I blame the lack of water) and am working at 6 tomorrow so no chance. Rea's birthday dinner tomorrow night. Should be a laugh :) (... 1 adoring fan ... hurl abuse)

[12 Dec 2004|09:57pm] [ mood | chipper ] [ music | Cannibal Song - Ministry ] Been yonks since an update. Didn't attend school at all last night. Have been spending horrific amounts of time on the internet like the slug that I am. Last week was bizarre. Monday was probably boring, cos I remember fuckall of it... Tuesday I cleaned a fair bit, had planned to go to Chris' for a quiet night in but ended up heading to the QM. Sat in his drinking Strongbow first though, got into a big debate about sexual double standards (how women are biologically programmed to seek one partner with good qualities with whom they can procreate, while men seek only to spread their seed.... don't like this theory as it backs up the whole "it's normal for men but not women" argument) but I think I was too drunk to argue the point well. Sat in the lighter / quieter bit of the QM, met James, Steve-o, Mad Jamie, Marj and Ruth (as well as the lovely Sweef, very briefly) so it turned out to be a dead good night out. Got a piggie-back *cough cough* at the end, and had a very amicable break-up with Chris. Had been intending not to have "a talk" with him til after Christmas but we got into big discussions and it turned out he was similarly not bothered about the whole thing. Seemed a bit pointless staying together after that, but we were both totally fine with it :) Wednesday i was meant to be meeting Sweef for tea but was Sick As A Dog so cancelled via email. Rather risky of me, he didnt recieve it anyway so I am now The Bitch Who Stands People Up. Apologies once again. Thursday was busy busy.... went shopping in Byres Rd with Lo in the morning, home for lunch with her, then out for tea with Rea and Ash (great to catch up) then straight out to work. Phew. Didn't stop for a break til 9.30 but I quite like busy days like those. Friday was the exact opposite. Lazy. Only left the house to buy drink for Ash and Hol.... those two and (a very unexpected but welcome) Rea turned up here for a swally. Played the most amazing drunk game “I have never…” which turned up some VERY interesting results, though I didn’t appreciate the lying (Ash) or coyness (Rea). Ate just about everything in my house between the four of us (crisps, popcorn, pasta, sandwiches…) but all ended up rather drunk regardless…. Especially Ash :P Rea kept attempting backflips and managed to hit me in the face, there was blood and I thought it was gonna be another bust-age of my lip but its just a really unimpressive wee cut. Plans of goin out fell through but I’m kinda glad. The evening was over by midnight but was the first drinking night I’d had with the girls for ages and was a real laugh. Saturday I woke up refreshingly not hungover and went shopping for a Christmas tree with ma famille, the paw was rather picky but the one we got is lovely, if a little smaller than usual. *sees filthy joke in that, but resists making it* After that I had a quick shower and headed out to work. Was slightly depressing that all the supervisors etc were heading out at 7.30 for the Christmas Work Night Out… I didn’t sign up when they were taking names down because I was skint / too new to know anyone going / terrified of making a drunken idiot of myself in front of my boss. The Company article on women who got fired after their office Xmas party confirmed my fears, to some extent. Still, the actual shift wasn’t bad. Today I cleaned room etc. Not much else. Decorated Christmas tree this evening too. Now I’m regretting spending so long on such an un-entertaining entry. Oh Well. Keeps the ol’ memory cells active... Apparantly. (... 2 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[08 Dec 2004|10:00am] [ mood | ridiculously hungover ] [ music | Hyperballad (relaxed remix) - Bjork ] Well, I'm now officially single. Form an orderly queue, gentlemen. Might update later about it. But just now I'm on the verge of hurling so am crawling back to bed. (... 5 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[06 Dec 2004|10:10am] [ mood | bored ] [ music | Til Victory - Patti Smith ] Has been a while since I've updated this here journal. I'm unsure as to why. Last week was alright, not a whole bunch to report as I recall. Tuesday I did indeed get paid: £200 :D Will need to check that its the correct amount but I'm dead chuffed, even with the overtime I was worryied it'd be around the £130 mark. Went to Chris' in the evening, plan had been to head to Rev but no-one was up for it so we just sat in his drinkin vodka and cranberry juice and watching "The Kids of Coronation Street" Classy. Him Mamba and I went across to the Sports Bar for a few drinks and games of pool, unfortunately I was rat-arsed by this point and managed to pot about 1 ball in 3 games. Fantastic. Went back to Chris' and crawled home at 9ish the next mornin, popping into Woolies for Christmas cards, wrapping paper, and a big unnecessary slab of Dairy Milk. Wednesday: school (must've stunk cos I didn't bother showering) not sure about the arvo or evening. Thursday was school, then SUPPOSED to be shopping, but instead just curled up in front of the fire with Pride and Prejudice: the first Jane Austen I'm reading through choice! Is actually amazing, such a good book for these cold winter afternoons. Thursday evening I headed out to the Gilmore Hall (or Gilmour Hill?) for Lo's devised performance thing. Were three plays (one of which she directed)... were really good and not half as weird as I'd expected. Maybe I should start attending the theatre more often. Friday I slept through French, made it in for English and went into town straight after. No clue why but I've not been in the mood for shopping at all recently, perhaps I'm coming down with something. Bought £70 worth of stuff (pressies for Ash, Lo, the rents and Rea, as well as a few things to be put by as pressies for me from the rents)... the most shopping I've ever done in two hours. This weekend has been spent working, lazing about in front of the fire, and me spending ridiculous amount of time on the internet. Plan was to see the girls either Sat night / Sunday but everyone's tiredness and business meant that didnt really happen. Hoping summat does this week though, I need to hear the full Tam story! This morning I AGAIN slept in (what#s wrong with my sleeping patterns?)... planned to make it in for 2nd period English but couldn't find my keys. Doh. I feel sorry for anyone who actually took the trouble to read all that. My life at present = very dull. (hurl abuse)

"Inside every fit girl is a lesbian waiting to get out" [30 Nov 2004|09:37am] [ mood | blah ] [ music | Blinded by the Lights - The Streets ] Here's an entry from Saturday: Yesterday I slept in AGAIN and bought lots of books. Was meant to be meeting Rea at the top gate of l'ecole, texted her sayin otherwise but got an angry call askin why I was late so had to rush out with crazy hair and slapdash make-up. The plan had been go to Byres Rd, get the subway into town, go get my eyebrow pierced, out for a drink, then to this fundraiser thing, but I decided I didnt wanna do the piercing today (mainly due to lack of johnny) so we just stayed in the West End. Spent £11 in Shelter, shocking... on Christopher Brookmyre, John O Farrell (both for my dads xmas but will undoubtedly be yoinked by the rest of the family), Laura Hird (to replace Lo's copy I've stolen from her), Ian Banks (for me, cos apparantly he's good) and Persuasion York Notes (for me, cos meh) Rea also bought some *stuff* Was a nice wee trip, ended up in this crazy tea-room in Otago Street... basically like a student flat with couches and wicker chairs and this crazy menu of tea. We both got organic-looking (which I'm taking to mean healthy and non-calorific) pizzas and wee pots of tea... lotus for her and chocolate for me, cos I'm not really down with it all. Was good catching up with Rea, seems ages since I've seen her. Saw a temporarily homeless Mamba and Twinny... which brings me to... How weird is that about The Shack goin up in flames? Such a shame, especially since they've just had it done up... though it has always had a sort of charred look about it. I'm now wishing I'd made the effort to go at least once... Lo was sayin how Glasgow could do with another cheesy nightclub like the Shack or the Garage since they both do such good business, everywhere's gonna be heaving with folk now the former's gone. Now for THIS entry: W/e was pretty gash... had to go into work with cramps on Sat and ended up phoning in sick on Sunday. The rents were not best pleased. Got very hormonal and a bit crazy (I blame the full moon) but was fine after my bath. Yesterday... school, driving lesson (if I were you I wouldn't let me drive you anywhere) then some work after popping down the shops for the milk and the magazine with free slimming/exercise books I'd been eyeing up. Tis indeed gash, but quite a lot funnier than the higher-class women's mags I've been buying of late. I blame my work, I never used to read such gash, but now I've already got December issues of Company, Cosmo, She, B, Marie Claire and more. I disgust myself sometimes. Bo Selecta has put to rest my plans of dying my hair red. Today I'm doin essays / housework this morn, then school this afternoon. Doing something with Chris tonight, maybe the QM.... provided I get paid today. Fret fret. Wanna go xmas shopping but Beanie (the only person who seemed keen) is sick and I've not heard from anyone else I've asked bout it. Can't wait to start wrapping pressies by the fireside :) (... 2 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[25 Nov 2004|09:52pm] [ mood | losing it ] [ music | Diane - Husker Du ] My kitchen smells strange. Just finished a 4-hour shift, my work jumper makes me look even more pregnant than my lurid aqua shirt does, but tis the cosiest thing in the world. Hopin to get an eyebrow piercing tomorrow but am still skint, apparantly we get paid on Tuesday. Goin shopping with Beanie tmrw then for a drink and to some fundraiser...? Hoping it'll be good. Did some UCAS stuff today, had to hassle poor Louise non-stop about it ("Er... when did we start first year?") but took far less time than expected. Who'd've thunk Therapy? could tackle a song more sensitively than Dinosaur Jr.? I'm really startin to lose it, today I painted my nails to match my eyes to match my earrings to match my top. It's not even like I was goin anywhere special. I'm also starting to sleep Like A Brick... my alarm had been goin off for a full two hours this morning before I even started to stir. Worrying. (... 8 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

"There's a lot of love in my pants, and you're welcome to take a bite" [24 Nov 2004|09:29pm] [ mood | bouncy ] [ music | A Case of You - Joni Mitchell ] I'm bored with these "this happened then this happened" sorts of entries. No wonder I've been gettin no comments. Walked home from town last night. Heavy impressed with myself, especially since I took two huge detours: one to stop at the shops (not for anything as unhealthy as a Pot Noodle...) and 2nd to avoid the darkened lanes. I just got told "I'm happy for you" when I mentioned a boyfriend. This worries me, I didn't think I'd been giving out many "being single is bad" vibes....? At least not recently. Today I attended school, returned home, then headed back to school to discover the library was closed, and is always closed on Wednesdays. Why didn't I check this when in school originally...? I don't know. A complete waste of a quarter hour though. I have £18.90 in my bank. I have no idea how I've spent so much in such a short time. I'm also £60 in debt for my new phone, and £105 in debt for my online purchases. Hoping my pay comes in soon... Tonight I spent an hour pinning a t-shirt, a pair of fairy wings, and lots of cute wee underwear sets to my door. Count of "essays needing done" has now risen to 4... and one's for French! Ahahaha. I Am An Idiot. I dunno, now I've got a code for the computers in school I'm thinking I'm "on top of things" even though I've done fuckall and the work's mounting up, deadlines getting closer etc. Fool. Probably cos I've been doing all sorts of pointless "work"... skimming York Notes etc. Today I started a short story about a guy who kills his girlfriend cos he knows he's just a character in a story and seems to hate the author. Making him kill her is revenge... as you can tell, it needs a little work. After hassling people at work to phone me with any overtime available, I felt bad taking only one wee shift and so agreed to work Sunday as well as Saturday. Both afternoon/evening shifts. Again I say, I Am An Idiot. Oh well, not like I'd be doin anything else (of any importance) anyway. Last time I did a 2-10 I ran into this amazing moustached guy at the station, started giving me "lessons on life" and whatnot... basically amounting to "Don't become a housewife" I wish all strangers were as nice. My book's hit 20,000 words now, score. Only 80,000 to go. Christmas time kills, I'm still eating non-stop. Did a breif treadmilling sesh the other day but too little, too late methinks. Maybe I should aspire to be one of the gals on Chubby Chasers... the fattest chicks husband is actually pretty hot... Oh yeah, I wrote an essay on obesity the other day, inspired by a piece on that show. The worst part of it was the guy saying his wife never used to be able to go on top, but now she could if he propped himself up on a bench and put either leg over, or sumthing equally explicit. Eurgh. Tomorrow - school, UCAS, town (to shop... with what money?) then work. Maybe Cathouse after? Who Knows. (... 3 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[21 Nov 2004|02:10pm] [ mood | indescribable ] [ music | Psycho Killer - Talking Heads ] This last week's been a combination of really good and really bad. Monday was horrible, but nout good will come of me ranting about it on here. Tuesday I was working 5-9 and arranged to meet Twinny for a drink afterwards. Was dead up for it at 9 but was shattered by the time I reached the flat, doh. Headed to The Sports Cafe for a few drinks and 4 games of pool (all of which he won, despite me playing surprisingly well)... we were plannin on watchin a DVD on arriving back at the flat but Mamba and Ronald were heading to Gs then to the QM so we just went out with them instead. Wasn't really up for it at the beginning, owing to tiredness/moochiness/cash machine not giving me money but got a lot better later. Met and was chatting to Sweef for the first time ever (!)... violence between the twins on leaving... all in all an alright night. Wednesday has vanished from my mind completely. I think I spent most of it watching The Office (well better than expecting) and drooling over that hot-in-a-really-unattractive-way Tim. I worry I'm gonna end up like the socially-inept boss in future years. Thursday I slept in and missed my classes, and was once again doo-wally in my driving lesson. Spent an hour or so in the arvo tryin to sort stuff to no avail... obviously this situations horrible and I get why shes acting like this (the girls were bein decent tho) but some of the stuff they were sayin seemed a bit :S I know it involves people other than her (and so it should) but it should be because of how *they* wanna treat it, not cos of how she dictates it. Wouldnt have even bothered mentioning it but now I hear shes stopped talkin to Mamba now cos of all this... Anyway, after that I worked 5-9 again then met Lo in Firewater for a few drinks, then to Sleepless in Sauchiehall Street for dinner of (ahem) two shared side orders. Was lovely, got to talk to her properly for the first time in ages, and made a change from our usual "lets meet up to watch Family Guy" rendezvous. Went to the Sports Bar afterwards (discovered the wonder of long vodkas, bizarrely met Ainslie from school) then onto the Art School, getting in was dead expensive cos there was some big DJ on but twas amazing. Mamba and Jamie hadnt been up for goin out but Twinny turned up for a bit, him and Lo got on well. Drank a horrendous amount, Chris seemed a bit pissed off (all sorted now though), danced for the first time in donkeys cos Lo just takes the piss, got chips and cheese afterwards, then went home and fell asleep watching TV. Friday I woke up with sauce in my eyebrow :S and had the worst hangover ever, thought I think it was mainly due to the horrendous amount of food we scoffed the previous night. Literally couldnt get out of bed without feeling nauseous til midday, so did nowt. Had an early night but was woken by a call from Katie, was nice but. Saturday I rose at 4.20 and went to work for 6. Two of the weekend girls are leaving and both had called in sick so we were a bit short-staffed, but it didnt really cause any problems. Flew in pretty quick. Spent the rest of the day reading papers and magazines, felt dead Christmassy. So apart from the two drinking outings, I've done fuckall this week. Am now in love with The Heart of Saturday Night, even though I'm not normally a big jazz fan. Big Amazon order of books (mostly for school) finally arrived this morning, started Fight Club and shall be poring over the York Notes later. Tonight I gotta have a bath and try and scrape together a Personal Statement. I don't know whats been wrong with me recently, have just been unable to do any sort of work at all. (... 3 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[12 Nov 2004|03:04pm] [ mood | crappy ] [ music | Little Babies - Sleater-Kinney ] Well, I've managed not to make it into school at all this week. Also still got shitloads of work to do. Go Sarah. Wednesday I mooched about in the morning, then headed into town at 1.20 for a wee half-hours shopping before goin to Chris'. Bizarrely met Sean for the first time in months just outside the train station, went to Avalanche with him (bought a Sleater-Kinney CD for a fiver, like with Bjork I'd always expected not to like them but theyre actually amazing) then headed into Primark alone for "sensible underwear" shopping. Ditched that when I found a pink leapordskin thong+strappy for dead cheap, classy or what? After that I went to Twinnys where we watched Mulholland Drive... the film's atmosphere along with the fact it was afternoon-movie-watching almost sent me to sleep but twas nice. Watched a couple of Family Guys too, it's getting dark so early nowadays. Got home at around 9 and was shattered, but instead of goin to bed/doin my essays I stayed up watching About a Boy with my mum and Lo... forgot what a cracking film that is. Thursday I was feeling dodgy and had no classes after 10.40 so ended up not goin in. Surprisingly actually got about a page of an Emma essay done in the morn. Sean'd said before that he was in the area, he phoned about 11 then popped round, t'was nice but didnt really have time to get ready or clean up my pigsty of a room. Started watching My Little Eye then had to head out for a driving lesson (made about a million mistakes, I swear the best driving I've ever done was with a hangover)... apparantly he just had a wee nap in my absence. He'd planned to leave at 4ish but since we were both avoiding work he stayed til 6... after which I munched tea and got sucked into an hour long Eastenders. Dont even know why I watch that show, such pish... I stupidly made a comment about how itd be terrible to have a kid at 13 which my mum took as an opening to advise me to go on the pill. I know that by 17 I should be able to handle those sorts of talks with my rentals, but I just said I'd consider it (which I won't, I'm fat enough already and don't trust any pills that intentionally fuck up your hormones) and ran off sharpish. Scraping the barrel I even resorted to watching The Bill... got a text askin if I was up for Art-Schooling it but Too Much Work. Of course, I went to bed at 10ish with my essay remaining undone. I really did mean to go in this morn but again felt like shit. Pretty much done nout all day, though I'm becoming quite engrossed in Sunset Beach. I especially love how the one non-chiselled, rather unattractive man is clearly a relative of the shows creator. Still feeling dodgy. Though its been yonks since I've been drunk, I'm kinda glad I'm not goin to Dundee tonight. Hope the rest have/had fun though :) (hurl abuse)

[09 Nov 2004|09:44am] [ mood | geeky ] [ music | Miss Mary - Mondo Generator ] Hmm, you'd think I hadn't been updating cos I've been so busy... ...but actually its cos there's fuckall to report. Last week I got a new phone to replace the handset I fucked at the twins' party (through water/vodka spillage in bag, my cameras also Gone Bad)... contemplated getting a contract one but eventually got a cute wee Motorola camera phone on Pay As You Go. I'm in love, esp since my past 2 phones have been second hand numbers, both missing their backs. The guy was dead nice and gave me £20 discount for no reason (!) but I felt like a tool cos I know literally fuckall about phones. Also bought flowers and chocs as a sorry gift for the rentals while I was down that way, cos I'm sad / nice like that. Can't think of much else happening last week, had 3 of the girls back for a cuppa after the Thursday UCAS meeting to "discuss" but thats about the extent of it. Weekend... meh. Missed Fridays big night out cos was working at 6 the next day, NOT cos I was under "house arrest" as seems to be the opinion. Woke up feelin like shite on Sat but made it in :) After discussin and rejecting the cinema Ale and Ash came up in the evening for a quiet night in. Sunday I was meant to be goin to Twinnys but had to cancel due to feeling shite / having 2 essays, a short story, and revision for a French NAB to do. (I was kidding myself on I'd get it all done in the morn before I had to leave.) Of course, I did none of this, but wasted the day by moping and whining about how much work I had to do. Yesterday was feeling similarly shit, somethings very wrong with my tummy but I've no clue what. Also tackled the scales for the first time in yonks, I've been over-eating for about a month now and I'm still the same weight. Strange, but good. No doubt Christmas will send those numbers shooting. Read the entirety of Persuasion which (shock horror) I actually enjoyed. Supposedly not as good as Emma but I much prefer it, has a nicer wistful tone to it and aint so irritatingly light-hearted. Today I must miss classes to wait in for the dishwasher men (oh yes, my lifes that thrilling) and intend on working very hard. "Intend" being the appropriate word, the road to hell etc etc. This weekend some of the girls are heading to Dundee for Mandys party.... in a way I really wanna go, but getting back for / calling in sick for works gonna be a bit of a hassle, and I dunno if its worth it. Parties chock full of randoms can be really good or really bad, might not be wise to risk it. Tomorrow I'm heading townwards for shopping / Chris'. (hurl abuse)

[03 Nov 2004|06:27pm] [ mood | worried ] [ music | Fingerful - Lunachicks ] George Bush president for another 4 years. Is anyone else terrified? (... 4 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[01 Nov 2004|11:11pm] [ mood | satisfied ] [ music | I'm a Wicked One - the Hives ] I'm heavily in the bad books after breaking my promise to come home last night. Feel bad for worrying them but this weekend's been jam-packed / pretty amazing. Four day drinking spree, yas. Can't really be arsed goin into detail, TBH, all this missed sleeps catching up on me the now. I'll bet Laura's KO'ed on my bed though. Worked 2-9.30 on Saturday (was rather hungover) then changed in the work loos and onto Twinnys. Hoped I could skulk out unnoticed in my tarty costume but 3 of the 4 people I was working with saw and looked suitably horrified. Town was full of scantily clad women and sleazy men ("Can I pull your tail?") all of who seemed drunk already. The actual party was dead good, when I arrived it was full of randoms and I was a bit "eek" but I encountered the lads and a few decent strangers ("Are you blonde underneath that colour?" one asked after I made some idiotic comment, of course I was dead impressed and was all "How did you know?!" Idiot.) and the very drunken gals arrived soon after. Bought cranberry juice and Company and was drunk after about a glass and a half. Party soon became jam-packed and I met loadsa folk I hadn't seen in yonks (Jack D, the Johnston brothers, the Lads back from uni etc)... Usually at parties I get a bit wander-about-lookin-for-people-ish but Saturday was amazing for drunk conversation and catch up. What else to tell... was a good level of drunk... Rea's bridal costume was amazing... managed to spill crap all over my bag for the fourth time in a month so now my camera and phone have "Gone Bad"... lost my wallet (but turned out to be at Twinnys)... got my tail stolen repeatedly, Mandy and co were takin it in turns to shove it down their trews... Ash and Hol went crazy cos they thought I was tryin to chat up Ru... many vanished. Apparantly the birthday cake I made went down a treat :) The police arrived at what seemed like 5 but was apparantly only 2... because (hilariously) someone (Casey / Speare) had chucked a pumpkin out the window. The young male officer seemed to want his own ass and didn't appreciate the hilarity of the situation, at the "someone could've been facing a murder charge" everyone bar the twins was silently pissing themselves. Shakespeares Spartacus gag was amazing. Hung about outside for a wee bit then decided to head home, heavy impressed at myself cos those shoes are killer. Sunday I lazed, had a bath etc. The rents were unhappy bout me goin boozing again so made me promise to come home. Went up to Twinnys where him, Allan, Jamie, James (and later on Mamba) were getting a wee drink. Mamba gave us a watch some chick had left at their party, tis lovely. Thought twas gonan be big night out for Chris' birthday but everyone else was too tired / skint / had to work early for goin clubbing so it was only me and Twinny that headed to the Cathouse. Queue was ridiculous... got to use a "staff toilet" in a 24 hour shop after realising you cant just pop to Maccy Ds since it wasnt "the unders"... met Pete and co briefly outside, where I think I talked a lot of gash bout tellin his bro my phone was bust. When we got in twas £3 entry... when I asked bout the "free entry for fancy dress" they said it was only if you came as Rocky Horror folk. Those liars. Dont remember a whole bunch from inside (except that it was mobbed and Chris kept mentioning his ex) but i think it was a laugh, the karaoke wasnt as horrendously bad as before but that mightve just been the vodka talkin. Dunno why but headed back to Chris' and KOed... made it home just in the nick of time for my driving lesson at 12.30. My dad was raging, stayed home from work etc... so I am now grounded. Tis dead bizarre being out the house doin work/parties/clubbing etc then coming home and being treated like a wee kid. Resisted the temptation to laugh and am just sucking it up, need a bit of a break anyway. Today I've been lazing / cleaning / recovering. I love being busy, though I imagine this weekll be a quiet one. Well, it sorta has to be. Oh yeah, I'm also no longer afraid of tampons. You should all be very proud. Tomorrow I buy a new mobile (a new one! how novel, my past 3 have been 2nd hand) and apparantly hand in the Emma essay I've been telling everyone is done. Oh yes. (... 4 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[30 Oct 2004|09:58am] [ mood | aggravated ] [ music | Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana ] Eee... I so don't wanna work today/night (didnt get in til 4 last night, stayed up til 5 watching Family Guy with a drunk big sis) but they'll heavy know I'm lying if I call in sick. The maw is also raging at me for no apparent reason and I dunno if I could take her shit All Day. Probably would be better in work. Thursday Holly and I bevved here then headed for the school disco. Good night, if a bit weird... got a grand total of 4 photos and spilled vodka all over my Beatles bag, also seemed to be tension between hol and tam, hmm... Anyway can't be arsed with a proper update so here's the photos: Last night we drank in Aislinns then headed for Gibbys bday party, which (from what i remember, ie not much) was a very good night. Wish I'd gone in costume though. Hol and I bought Pot Noodles and Nik Naks on the way home - score... but again, can't be arsed with a proper update. Todays work then straight to Twinnys for another party. I vaguely remember promising Dec I'd come to the Cathouse on Sunday, I cant stay in on the REAL Halloween so think I'll be heading out with Lo. I'll also die, 4th drinkin day in a row. Should probably rush actually... gotta shower, buy eggs/drink, find fishnets that aint ripped, make a cake, deliver said cake to Holdo, get my costume bag together etc etc. And all before 1.30. (... 3 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[25 Oct 2004|07:08pm] [ mood | depressed ] [ music | The Zephyr Song - Red Hot Chili Peppers ] I'm updating far too often... Today absolutely fuckall happened. Both English teachers were off (GNASH, so pointless going in) so we were told to write a short story about anything. I did one bout some chick on a bus regretting the drunken night before... you're meant to think she's just been for a pregnancy test but in the end turns out she's been at the police station for clobbering some guy tryin to get into her. Should've been interesting but really wasn't. Left my water bottle open in my bag so blue-tinted water leaked over everything in French, doh. After school had a driving lesson then home to a Quorn Burger...so non-calorific and yummy. Another pair of jeans from ebay arrived for me today. After tryin them on I gave them to the mother: the SECOND ebay purchase that's looked better on her. How Depressing. Speaking of trying stuff on and being depressed, I tried on my Halloween costume again to see how it looks with a tail. Oh Dear. The scales still havent registered it but I've gotten so fat recently, basically cos I've been eating everything in sight. I mean, I got a Mars bar today when the vending machine refused to give me a lower-cal Crunchie. I barely even LIKE Mars bars. In my exercise gear the now... think I might go watch some Trinny and Susannah in the hope they're working on some obese people. Tis always a nice wee boost. Haha, Kim just forwarded me the weirdest email... >Hi Babe, > >Try this wee maths thing it really works i tried it there the now its quite cool. >Do this amazing mathematics exercise. > >It will take only 20 seconds. What you have to do is to follow the instructions. 'DO NOT' read the outcome before having made all the calculations, ok? >Let's start! > >1. Decide the number of times you wish to make love during one week. > >2. Multiply this number by 50. > >3. Add to the result 44. > >4. Then, multiply by 200. > >5. If, this year, you have already celebrated your birthday, add 104. > >If you have not celebrated it yet add 103. > >6. Last step: to the result you have obtained, subtract your birth year (for example, subtract 1968, 1973, etc.). > >Once you have made the subtraction, you should have a number with five figures. > >So: > >The first of the five figures points out the number of nights per week you wish to make love. Is it correct? But it is not all. > >The last two figures correspond to your age. > >But the best has still to came...... > >The second and the third figure point out > >THE POSITION YOU LIKE THE MOST WHILE YOU ARE MAKING LOVE!! > > >This 'mathematics curiosity' works only for this year (2004), therefore send it to your friends as soon as possible! Something good will HAPPEN to you. Get ready for 'shots' for life! Whoever breaks this letter will be 'shagless' for life! Today is 'National Kiss Day'. Send this file to 10 people within the next 10 minutes and your love will kiss you today. Usually these things piss me off, but this one's hilarious because: 1/ It's obviously tacky but still uses the expression "making love" instead of "sex" 2/ For it to work you need to choose a single digit number. Hmm. 3/ Technically the end bit is bullshit cos that "position" has fuckall to do with that. Anyway I know I'm reaching when I'm posting crap like this on my journal, so I'll maybe just go start my Emma essay. Aye Right. (... 7 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[24 Oct 2004|09:36pm] [ mood | chipper ] [ music | Implement Yeah - Suede ] Well, after dying my hair and getting jammied last night I decided I Really Really did wanna go out... ended up heading up to Twinny's with a bottle of vodka and about a squillion DVDs, worked better cos I think a big night out woulda killed me. Didn't drink much but watched The Crow and fell asleep dead early. Woke up around 2 to find Yousseff and Mamba outside the door plotting on how to steal the DVD player, hmm... in the morning the lovely Lo called to see if I fancied a lift home, did that then watched my new Thelma and Louise DVD with her. Amazin, but my copys clearly a shite pirate one... Amazon's 2nd hand sellers shall be hearing from me. Ale phoned to see if I fancied goin for coffee with her and the girls... managed to grab a quick shower but didn't think my hair needed washed, the result was that I looked like a skank all day. Met Ale, Kim and Ash at 2 and headed to Mortons... got a yummy panini then bought some shit from Woolworths. Good day but I was heavy shattered... kinda weird cos even though I kept waking up last night I felt like I'd had a pure long sleep. Tonight I had a bath and am enjoying my fluffy scarlet slippers. There wasn't much overtime available for next week, so I'm only doin a wee 4hour shift on Tuesday. Tis good though cos this week really hasn't felt like a holiday and I wanna wee break from workin. Next week should be good... two driving lessons, Halloween school disco, might be seeing Sean for the first time in yonks, the twins' Halloween party on Sat... fingers crossed this year's Halloween goings-on are worth all the effort everyones putting into their costumes. (... 4 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[23 Oct 2004|05:38pm] [ mood | sleepy ] [ music | A Cheery Wave From Stranded Youngsters - Mogwai ] It feels like Christmas. Was up for goin out tonight earlier but the 4.30 rise / 8hour shift took it's toll and I'm now mooching about my house in my fur-trimmed winter coat. It's times like these I wish I was a cat. Haven't been drunk in six days, how crap is that? It's sposed to be the holidays :( (... 7 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

[22 Oct 2004|09:13pm] [ mood | fat ] [ music | This Is Love - PJ Harvey ] ^Love this song. Also love The Jets' "Are You Gonna Be My Girl?" even though it heavy rips off Iggy Pop. Tuesday I worked 1.30 til 9.30... twas okay. Dunno what I did afterwards. Wednesday worked 9 to 5 (cue music, "what a way to make a living") which went by quicker than expected... probably cos I didnt get my break til 2.45. Was pathetically thrilled at getting a name-badge with my actual name. Afterwards I phoned to gals to try and sort a night out... after which i was like "I'm heavy too tired for this." Went to Rea's for a while with her, Ale, Ash and Hol but couldnt drink more than a few mouthfuls of cider and voted against goin to Mambas after cos I was So Damn Tired. Rea seemed a bit pissed off but come on, I'd been working 8 hours every day for the past 5 days bar one... and THAT day I was quite hungover and dead busy. So There. Thursday I quite literally did fuckall. Today I did nout in the morning then went shopping with my sis. Despite her hungoverness / my inexplicable tiredness twas a good wee trip.... got black work / smart trews, a black/green/yellow tartan mini and a plain black strappy top, all from H&M. And hair dye, for my lovely ginger and grey roots. We went for dinner to the pub right next to Mambas work (Mojama? Mojambo?) which was lovely, dead good value and all... were also gonna go to Firewater for pool but just hopped on the bus home due to knackeredness. (Note: buses are yet another fear I've conquered) Tonight I watched Shallow Grave with Lo... gonna pop off to watch Chewin' the Fat in a mo. Tomorrow I'm working 6-2... and the Americans are leaving very early. I'm thinking I might quit trying to switch shifts for next Saturday (Twinny's bday/Halloween thing) cos being up at 4.40 might spoil my night, and there's nout to say I can't shange into my costume in the work loos and get to the flat by 10.15. We'll see, I guess. (... 3 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

*sob* [19 Oct 2004|10:22am] [ mood | terrified ] [ music | 36 Degrees - Placebo ] My Little Eye is actually the most terrifying movie ever. Don't get why it got such a bad write-up, I'd advise you all to watch it but tis So Scary. (... 22 adoring fans ... hurl abuse)

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