4.42am
First post in an age. I have work at 6am (Only gone and scored the morning shift on new years eve haven't I! Amazing!)
I couldn't sleep tonight, I woke up at around 1am after about two hours sleep.
A lot of tossing and turning later it was 2.15am and I decided to admit defeat. I figured I might as well make the most of my spare time, I washed my hair, it is now tied and pinned up in the hope of being curly for tonight when I will be going to a party.
I made a toastie and a cup of tea and watched some really crap Tv. Mooched on the internet and decided that I want to live on Sveti Stefan island in Montenegro (look it up, its gorgeous)
So, I'm leaving this here, with sincere apologies to my friends that I've neglected in the last few months of this year, promises to write more blog posts, and all those shiny new starts you get excited about at a new year.
Im going to leave on this note now, another Bon Iver bumming.
My love for them has swelled massively especially the last few months of this year.
I don't think I could love another thing on this earth as much as I love Bon Iver.
Happy new year everyone
Monday 31 December 2012
Wednesday 28 November 2012
Monday 17 September 2012
Saturday 28 July 2012
Hello!
Just a tiny hello! I haven't abandoned the blog (well, okay I have a little bit...) But I'm still alive and dandy. And I will return soon, yo!
Saturday 9 June 2012
Love More
Bon Iver - Love More - YouTube
Spamming with videos, I know.
I'll write something of some substance soon.
This is insanely beautiful.
That is all.
Spamming with videos, I know.
I'll write something of some substance soon.
This is insanely beautiful.
That is all.
Thursday 10 May 2012
cameras and lobsters
Blogger has changed all around and I don't like it. It all seems so much more complicated than it was. Maybe I should just write more posts in order to get used to it, Idunno.
Not entirely sure where I'm going with this, I just know its been a fucking LONG time since I posted anything that wasn't a song, or a few words spaced out, or photos.
Oh god, you just shouldn't try to write a post while listening to Bon Iver. Its way too distracting. Too beautiful. Too spectacular.
ANYWAY.
I broke my camera recently. I'm not hugely gutted about it, I'd been thinking of getting a new one for quite a while anyway, nothing too fancy, just something compact to take around with me, my now broke one was pretty bulky. I still haven't gotten around to getting one, yet, but writing this has made me realise I want a new one more than I intitally though, especially as I don't have one at all and I feel a bit lost.
I still work at the casino, in case anybody was wondering. Its going pretty good. (sidenote, I was pretty fucking happy a couple days ago when I heard that Clintons was going into administration. HA! Fuck you shitty, shitty clinton, overpriced, cards
I'm going to take this point to urge anyone who reads this to buy their cards at paperchase. They're also expensive, but so so much greater. ((I bum paperchase))
I can't really be bothered to write anymore of this out, I've had kind of a shitty day today from 6am onwards. People are pissing me off, plans are being scuppered, people are being late and things I need to collect cannot be collected all for bullshit or no reasons. Apologies if this is a bit harsh. But I am running on about 8 hours sleep in 48, and got up at 4am for work the last two days and am a tired wreck. So its probably time to put this, and myself to bed.
Here's a picture I found earlier and liked a lot.
Not entirely sure where I'm going with this, I just know its been a fucking LONG time since I posted anything that wasn't a song, or a few words spaced out, or photos.
Oh god, you just shouldn't try to write a post while listening to Bon Iver. Its way too distracting. Too beautiful. Too spectacular.
ANYWAY.
I broke my camera recently. I'm not hugely gutted about it, I'd been thinking of getting a new one for quite a while anyway, nothing too fancy, just something compact to take around with me, my now broke one was pretty bulky. I still haven't gotten around to getting one, yet, but writing this has made me realise I want a new one more than I intitally though, especially as I don't have one at all and I feel a bit lost.
I still work at the casino, in case anybody was wondering. Its going pretty good. (sidenote, I was pretty fucking happy a couple days ago when I heard that Clintons was going into administration. HA! Fuck you shitty, shitty clinton, overpriced, cards
I'm going to take this point to urge anyone who reads this to buy their cards at paperchase. They're also expensive, but so so much greater. ((I bum paperchase))
I can't really be bothered to write anymore of this out, I've had kind of a shitty day today from 6am onwards. People are pissing me off, plans are being scuppered, people are being late and things I need to collect cannot be collected all for bullshit or no reasons. Apologies if this is a bit harsh. But I am running on about 8 hours sleep in 48, and got up at 4am for work the last two days and am a tired wreck. So its probably time to put this, and myself to bed.
Here's a picture I found earlier and liked a lot.
Wednesday 2 May 2012
Monday 6 February 2012
Another day another post
More than one post in a month, look at me go!
Im going to start this post with a work related rant, well not actually a rant, let me demote that, more of a whine, yeah, a work whine.
I know i've never really gotten around to posting a whole momentus entry about this (at least I dont think so) But anyways, all the way back in september, I got lucky, escaped from the crappo that was "Clinton Cards" and got myself a bona fide, genuine, six car monorail.
No, wait, got a bit carried away there.
I got me a job in a casino, a nice, full time, permanant job. Yippee! I moan about it frequently, but I suppose its in an almost, almost, affectionate way. Sometimes its really awesome (and I hate the word awesome) and sometimes its terrible.
Sometimes I begrudgingly make cups of tea to ungrateful rude customers, but sometimes I get to play at the bar and make cocktails for people. Swings and roundabouts.
So today I'm just whining about being tired and messed around. Today was my 6th day of working the morning shift. The morning shift is lovely, but only in small doses. Getting up at 4, 4.30am every morning/night for the last week has taken its toll and I feel fucking wrecked at the minute. The thought of only having one more shift of it left would ordinarily fill me relief and maybe a little boost. Its not though, its just making my body ache at the thought. Thats the thing, its one thing being just tired-sleepy, but I'm at the stage of actual physical worn out-ness. I just want to slump on the setee for hours and hours on end. Urghh.
Its just gone 8pm. This time yesterday I was in bed. 7pm the day before. Someone at work asked me today if I'd had a nice weekend, and for a second I was confused as fuck why somebody would be asking me about my weekend, two days after it had been. I'd spent half the afternoon wrongly assuming it was tuesday. (wishful thinking..?)
People have been calling in sick for long periods of time, or getting the sack, thats what the last two weeks have consisted of and its been horrible. Consequently, I have literally, no idea what the week holds for me after tomorrow. If I have to work the rest of the week, I think I might actually sleepwalk my way through the job.
If I dont stop myself here, I will just ramble on and on about it, so I'll shut up. I know there are a lot, lot, lottt more hardworking people than me, doctors and nurses, and people working their fingers to the bone in abject poverty for fuck all. I'm pretty damn lucky really. I just hope I get the rest of the week off!!
In other news, its Valentines soon. Obviously, I really love valentines. You probably dont believe me when I say this, but this year I'm going to send bed man a valentines. Gonna be a bit tricky though, not knowing his name but I suppose that makes it all the more authentic.
"roses are red,
violets are blue,
even though you're old enough to be my dad,
hot bed man, I choo choo choose you"
Ok, it'll definately be better than that. I am actually being serious about it though, Im going to valentines him senseless.
Also it being a leap year, I'm going to propose to every male I know. If I get more than one yes, we'll all move to Utah and I'll live happily ever after in my hareem of lovers.
Not being so serious about that one.
Yikes, I've wrote a lot. I'll leave it here. I have wet hair to dry, tea to eat, and bed to climb into.
Spinal tap is on tonight at 9pm. I'm grumpy that I'll be too tired to watch it.
Bugger.
Im going to start this post with a work related rant, well not actually a rant, let me demote that, more of a whine, yeah, a work whine.
I know i've never really gotten around to posting a whole momentus entry about this (at least I dont think so) But anyways, all the way back in september, I got lucky, escaped from the crappo that was "Clinton Cards" and got myself a bona fide, genuine, six car monorail.
No, wait, got a bit carried away there.
I got me a job in a casino, a nice, full time, permanant job. Yippee! I moan about it frequently, but I suppose its in an almost, almost, affectionate way. Sometimes its really awesome (and I hate the word awesome) and sometimes its terrible.
Sometimes I begrudgingly make cups of tea to ungrateful rude customers, but sometimes I get to play at the bar and make cocktails for people. Swings and roundabouts.
So today I'm just whining about being tired and messed around. Today was my 6th day of working the morning shift. The morning shift is lovely, but only in small doses. Getting up at 4, 4.30am every morning/night for the last week has taken its toll and I feel fucking wrecked at the minute. The thought of only having one more shift of it left would ordinarily fill me relief and maybe a little boost. Its not though, its just making my body ache at the thought. Thats the thing, its one thing being just tired-sleepy, but I'm at the stage of actual physical worn out-ness. I just want to slump on the setee for hours and hours on end. Urghh.
Its just gone 8pm. This time yesterday I was in bed. 7pm the day before. Someone at work asked me today if I'd had a nice weekend, and for a second I was confused as fuck why somebody would be asking me about my weekend, two days after it had been. I'd spent half the afternoon wrongly assuming it was tuesday. (wishful thinking..?)
People have been calling in sick for long periods of time, or getting the sack, thats what the last two weeks have consisted of and its been horrible. Consequently, I have literally, no idea what the week holds for me after tomorrow. If I have to work the rest of the week, I think I might actually sleepwalk my way through the job.
If I dont stop myself here, I will just ramble on and on about it, so I'll shut up. I know there are a lot, lot, lottt more hardworking people than me, doctors and nurses, and people working their fingers to the bone in abject poverty for fuck all. I'm pretty damn lucky really. I just hope I get the rest of the week off!!
In other news, its Valentines soon. Obviously, I really love valentines. You probably dont believe me when I say this, but this year I'm going to send bed man a valentines. Gonna be a bit tricky though, not knowing his name but I suppose that makes it all the more authentic.
"roses are red,
violets are blue,
even though you're old enough to be my dad,
hot bed man, I choo choo choose you"
Ok, it'll definately be better than that. I am actually being serious about it though, Im going to valentines him senseless.
Also it being a leap year, I'm going to propose to every male I know. If I get more than one yes, we'll all move to Utah and I'll live happily ever after in my hareem of lovers.
Not being so serious about that one.
Yikes, I've wrote a lot. I'll leave it here. I have wet hair to dry, tea to eat, and bed to climb into.
Spinal tap is on tonight at 9pm. I'm grumpy that I'll be too tired to watch it.
Bugger.
Wednesday 1 February 2012
HI
burnt pizza
kit kat chunky peanut butter
passion fruit
6am
jelly obsession
bye bye January
splurging
stephen king
chocolate
hungry
cocktails
boats
working
cold
trains
hooligans
eyebrows
hair
good shoes (footwear not indie band)
messy
pick n mix
And many many more. Its already been an interesting year.
will post mo' fo' sho'
x
kit kat chunky peanut butter
passion fruit
6am
jelly obsession
bye bye January
splurging
stephen king
chocolate
hungry
cocktails
boats
working
cold
trains
hooligans
eyebrows
hair
good shoes (footwear not indie band)
messy
pick n mix
And many many more. Its already been an interesting year.
will post mo' fo' sho'
x
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