Thursday 26 November 2009

Hey, also, just a quick one

I'm not sure why this has popped into my head right before I'm about to go to sleep, but I decided I need to spontaneously write about it.

This is about you, roses boy. It's been many many months since Feb 14, and I still wonder who you are, are you going to tell me?
I want a letter, yeah, I think you should send me a letter, seeing as you obviously have my address. You don't have to come clean, but I guess I want to know if you'll ever tell me who you are, because I just dont knowww.
But mainly It would be amazing to get a message from you, whoever you are.

Mmmkay thats it.

Wednesday 25 November 2009

Eggi-wegs

There are 159 pictures on my phone. I don't know why really. There used to be more, loads more, but I went through a few weeks ago and deleted the ones that were kind of crappy or useless. Anyway, I remembered doing this, months ago, and getting a really child like sense of fun from it, so I might as well put it in my blog.

I went to poach an egg, and when I opened the box there was a feather in it.



I thought it made the egg look like Einstein.





Thus was born Eggstein





I thought he might be lonely on his own, so I kind of made a whole eggy family

The one on the top left was supposed to be a chicken.


So yes, that kept me very amused for a little bit. I wouldn't recommend doing it though, cause it becomes quite difficult to smash an egg, once it has a little face. Not difficult enough to stop me wanting my dinner though. I proceeded to make a poached egg. I would like to declare myself poached egg queen if I might. I have never made one that broke, or was hard. They always come out perfect. How lucky am I?

So I'll probably never have a career as a food photographer, but you've gotta admit, my eggs look tasty.

Friday 20 November 2009

Urgh

I found this on my msn homepage -



I would like to think that I wasn't the only one who's first thought upon seeing this was "I hope it's miley"

Unfortunately not, she wasn't even on the thing. I fail to see how this is news worthy. It was at the bottom of the page, but still, there are probably 756 other things that are more interesting. Anywayy.

I didn't really plan on writing anything else but seeing as I'm here I kind of feel like writing more.

Work at the grotto is going good, they're having a lot of trouble finding a Santa. Two people have gone through the interviews, landed the job, and then decided that actually they don't want it after all. Wankers, couldn't they have realized this before applying, pfff.
One of the security guy's has had to fill in twice, which was good of him cause he didn't really want to do it, and I suppose he really didn't have to. But he was a good Santa, I think its proper good of him to do it.

The Santa yesterday came an hour and 15 minutes late, because they had to call him at the last minute. Which as an elf, was alright cause it meant we just got to stand around for an hour and a bit, good job it was only a week day and we didn't have to tell that many grumpy parents that he was gonna be late. When he finally turned up, he wasn't that great a Santa really, he was good talking to the kids, but cause it was dead quite, seeing as most kids are at school, he kept taking his beard/wig/glasses/hat/gloves off between customers, which meant that when a customer did come along, we'd have to hold them off for a bit so he had time to get it all back on. Also when the grotto closed, he walked from it to the office without his beard/wig/etc. It wasn't so bad cause it was 7pm and the place was dead. But he still shouldn't have done it.

He did cause me a huge moment of amusement though, by asking a little girl if she had "been a good boy?" hahaha. Doyle. Though to be fair the kid was only about one and a half, and had dead short hair and was wearing jeans. But on the other hand, the jeans had little red polka dot turn ups. So I'll leave it up to you to decide if that was his fault. It was hella funny anyway.

I cant be bothered writing much more. I have to work Saturday (tomorrow) and the agency have asked me to work Sunday now as well which I was supposed to have off. I really don't mind though, its really good and also I guess its an extra day's wages innit. Also I'm hoping for a sighting of the top gear guys, I'm not sure what the craic is there exactly, I just know theres some sort of top gear exhibition at MIMA and they're filming something there. Blah blah. I hope they come to the grotto, but I doubt they will really.

Getting the bus to Boro tomorrow will be hectic, I had to stand all the way there today it was that busy. So its gonna be miles worse tomorrow. On the way home, I sat next to a woman with the yellowest fingers/nails I have ever seen. Her hand was flaky. Luckily I had the self restraint to not look at it much, even though it was gross as. That's smoking for you. If that's what it does to the outside, imagine how bad it is inside.

Oh god whats wrong with me, I can't stop rambling.

I'll shut up now, Adios

Sunday 15 November 2009

woo-hoo

So! Im not a jobless bum anymore! I have got a job, wahey. I start tomorrow, actually I technically start today seeing as its almost 20 past 1 in the morning (yes, I know I should have gone to bed ages ago) But it never feels like the next day, even if it is, untill you go to sleep and wake up again. Which I will be doing soon.
So anyway, the job, I am mega excited about it. Its only untill christmas eve which is a shame, but its a job I've wanted for ages, I think its the perfect one for me, and I can't belive my own good fortune that I've landed it.

Here's my new work place, it will give you a clue as to what my new job is -




In case you can't work it out, its a Santa's grotto. Yes, I am going to be an elf. I get to wear pointy shoes, bells, and possibly pointy ears. Though I haven't seen the outfit yet, I am excited about it. Also, to the right of the picture, infront of the grotto, there is a stall that sells loads of sweets, score.
Anywayy I can't think of anything more to add, except, "wooo-hooo!!"
If anyone wants to come and see me at work, Its in The Mall in Middlesbrough, and you'll probably need to bring a kid with you.

Sunday 1 November 2009

Love, part I

Iv just finished making potato and leek soup. There's 25 minutes left before the Simpson's start, so I came online. I read post secret, I found this




I'm a relative newcomer to post secret, a couple of months ago maybe. I don't obsessively read it every week, but I sometimes remember its there and I go to it. But Iv seen a few ones like this. I had one saved in my bookmarks ages ago, that I just found on google images, I saved it cause I wanted to write about it one day, but then when I went back for it, it had been taken down, and Iv never found it since, (serves me right for not saving it to my computer!) Anywayy, it was something like "I'm 70 years old, happily married with 3 beautiful children. But if the girl I dated in high school turned up at my door, I would leave with her and never turn back"

It just proper broke my heart. I see these post secret-esq things, like that one about the small town and 2 wives, and I wonder if these people only go back to their "only love" when the relationships they are in fail. Which is maybe understandable, I dunno. You break up and then your mind wanders to that one that you never really could shake off. I wonder if they just come to this conclusion once they've exhausted their old boyfriends, girlfriends, wives, husbands. I wonder if really that other person was in their minds all along, or if it just resurfaces when things start to look bad, and they wonder what could have been.
I'm not usually cynical when it comes to love, so I don't know why I'm pondering these things, I guess its my Bianca-libran side coming out, always weighing up the two sides.

Anyway, what I'm getting at is, it just seems sad and maybe unnecessary that all these loves are getting lost. I don't know how its supposed to work, I've never been in love, and I've got this really idealistic, and no doubt very naive idea of it all. Sometimes I worry that I'm gonna die young, get hit by a bus, or something, and die before I ever know what love is like. I'm a soppy motherfucker though, I really don't think that will happen, I'm completely certain that it will be just everything I expected, eventually, and I'm gonna be one of those lucky bastards who's love life is just perfect.

Right, back to the post secret, obviously I know things probably aren't that simple, the person they think was meant to be theirs all along might be married now, there's probably a hundred other things going on to stop them ever being together. Blah blah blah. But what I'm getting at is, its sad that people are in that position, that they've somehow let it get that far along the line. Why didn't they go for it at the time? Take a goddamn chance. I don't know if it really is never too late.

But anyway, In conclusion, if you love somebody, truly really just love them, just fucking go for it, maybe you can't right now, but don't leave it too late, you don't wanna be the person writing post secrets about how sad you are that you picked the wrong people, when you know who the right one was all along. You should be the one writing about how you cant believe how fucking lucky you are.

Apologies if this made anyone vom.

I now have cold knees, and fingers, and the Simpson's is almost on. Waterbottle and soup time, yeahhh