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Tuesday, 25 November 2008
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Friday, 21 November 2008
November part deux
Don't you just hate it when people drop french words into English sentences? Ahh well i am not inventive enough to keep coming up with new titles, i would pluck some words from the blog in advance if i knew what i was going to be talking about, but in this case i don't, I'm just gonna keep going until i cant think of anything else to write about. I suppose i could leave the title blank till I'm finished writing but I'll only end up forgetting and then having a title-less blog and that's mildly annoying.
Never mind. So its almost 12 o clock Friday night and I'm watching an advert for not-made-from-wheat-made-from-oats-instead-a-bix. I fear i am gradually becoming a hermit. To be honest though, i actually feel quite tired, maybe its old age. Hmm.
My knees are cold, but i wont go on about being cold cause i don't wanna feel even more like an old lady.
The other day there was a lone red elastic band on our doorstep, i wondered how it had got there but i didn't really spend a lot of time thinking about it. I think my mam kicked it away the next day, but today theres about another 4 on the front. I don't really know where I'm going with this, i just thought it was quite strange and deserved a mention.
Also in another unrelated snippet of rubbish information, i was watching hollyoaks yesterday and in the middle of the show they used a clippet of a Modest Mouse song. It made me grin, i like it when theres unexpected good music in programmes, even if it is only rubbish hollyoaks.
In other news, i didnt really have an interesting dream last night. It sounds interesting on paper (i was talking to the ghost of some dead person, via a writing pad, next to a stall in the indoor market that was selling large slices of turnip for 20p) Maybe any dream would have been rubbish after the acrobat/sweets/thunderstorm/kitten dream though.
Err yeah anyway this is a bit rubbish isnt it really, cyaaaa
Never mind. So its almost 12 o clock Friday night and I'm watching an advert for not-made-from-wheat-made-from-oats-instead-a-bix. I fear i am gradually becoming a hermit. To be honest though, i actually feel quite tired, maybe its old age. Hmm.
My knees are cold, but i wont go on about being cold cause i don't wanna feel even more like an old lady.
The other day there was a lone red elastic band on our doorstep, i wondered how it had got there but i didn't really spend a lot of time thinking about it. I think my mam kicked it away the next day, but today theres about another 4 on the front. I don't really know where I'm going with this, i just thought it was quite strange and deserved a mention.
Also in another unrelated snippet of rubbish information, i was watching hollyoaks yesterday and in the middle of the show they used a clippet of a Modest Mouse song. It made me grin, i like it when theres unexpected good music in programmes, even if it is only rubbish hollyoaks.
In other news, i didnt really have an interesting dream last night. It sounds interesting on paper (i was talking to the ghost of some dead person, via a writing pad, next to a stall in the indoor market that was selling large slices of turnip for 20p) Maybe any dream would have been rubbish after the acrobat/sweets/thunderstorm/kitten dream though.
Err yeah anyway this is a bit rubbish isnt it really, cyaaaa
November
I havent wrote a blog all month. Maybe i just dont have anything interesting enough to write about. My computer died a horrible virius-y death a few weeks ago so i couldnt come on for a while, but to be honest i didnt really miss having a computer that much. Anyway last friday my mam unexpectedly bought me a laptop, i thought she was just mentioning it in passing when she started on about getting one, but yeahh obviously not. Ok naked men fighting in a homo-erotic way on tv, brb. Yikes ok that didnt last long, "A time to leave" according to my tv guide, about a parisian photographer, hmm i think its time to turn off the music i was listening to and stick to the gay french porn movie.
Err ok so back to the laptop. Its my early christmas present, im not some sort of spoilt only child. Its pink, at first i chose it cause it was the only laptop we could find in the town and i was buzzin at the thought of finally having a laptop. I secretly like the pink though, but i hasten to add this is definately as far as i am going with the pink thing. I hate all this girly pink bullshit with a fiery passion, fucking pink mobile phones and pink hair straighteners and all that other crap. It really really bugs me when girls bum the shit out of the colour pink, its just a colour for fucks sake, stop making us all look like idiots.
Phew, ok rant over. I reverted back to my 15 year old angsty mosher self then. I actually got really pissed off earlier on as well when i was watching im a celebrity, i didnt choose to have it on, though usually i quite like it but my mam had it on tonight and i watched. And im reluctant to give these people any sort of thought but i was so incensed by that stupid blonde wag twat. All she seems to talk about are her tits, she was all excited and had everyone singing happy bithday to her implants because it was her implant-aversairy. What the fuck, And the stupid bastards went along with it?! And then later on she was getting all stressed at the thought of giving up her mascara. Fucking mascara. Its the make up that your least likely to notice wether someone is wearing it or not. And she was stressing out about it. Normal people would chose a luxury item to take in like toilet roll or socks, but no, that stupid bimbo took mascara. It just makes me angry that people like that actually exist, and its all a fucking act, acting all dippy and blonde. When thers so much shit happening every day, and their biggest problem is choosing which pair of designer sunglasses their gonna wear.
Urgh i cant be bothered to go into in any more detail, but all of this has totally reminded me of when i was in year 11, my angst year, where i hated everyone and me and my friends would spend boring lessons secretly doodling comic strips whereby all the school bimbos were decapitated or fed to sharks.
Anyway no more ranting, though it was fun being back in angry school days phase.
I had the best dream iv ever had last night, it was so much fun.
Im not really sure how dreams work, i think it was probably a string of many different dreams all clumped together but it was still good. As soon as i woke up i furiously wrote it all down in my phone incase i forgot any of it.
Ok so i think it was my brithday and i was in this shop type place, and i was friends with the woman that worked there and i cant remember quite what happened but i think it was something like, she said "guess what iv got you for your birthday", and i turned round and asked her "alex zane?" (because i am lame and i ask for that every christmas/birthday) and she went nop... So i turned around, facing the big glass windows, and there coming across the road towards me were 2 of the hot belgian acrobats (that i am obesssed with in real life) and i was so excited i turned around and went to the woman "ohh my god thats even better than alex zane! Oh my god, you got them? ohh now they're gonna think im a crazy fan girl?!" I was just excitedly jiber jabbering to this woman, anyway then they came into the shop and started like throwing me up in the air. I cant remember what happened then except me and one of em was walking around this town, im not sure what we were looking for but we were looking for something, we ended up going in this small clothes shop, and asking them if we could go out the back way. Wierd. Anyway i guess, unfortunatly that was the end of the acrobat dream. The next dream i remember was being with quite a few other people who were my friends as well, and there was this big sort of stage thing, like a school stage where they had plays, except this one was filled with tubs and tubs and sweets, and i was just going around picking the ones i wanted, i didnt want the marshmallow tub so i swapped it for some jellies. And at one point maybe in another dream, there was just huge giant pots of honey all over. Then the last dream, i was with another group of friends, and we were in this amazing old house, sort of like preson park house only grander and bigger and more homely, and there was a group of us inside on the bottom floor in this room, and outside was this proper massive thunderstorm, it was fucking huge and scary, and for some reason the group leader had us all in a circle, and i was saying "can we stop now, cause actually this storm is scaring the shit out of me" and the storm was really really vivid, the thunder was proper loud as and was going off every few seconds and i looked over my shoulder out of the window and could see loads of fork lightening. So we all agreed to go upstairs, beacause its safer to be upstairs if the place gets hit?! Dream logic, i dunno. Then i was sort of on my own in the passge outside of the room and i'd lost everyone else, so i went up some stairs and came to this dead nice but quite small kitchen, then went down some stairs at the other side of it, that had another staircause above it, but ended up in the room i'd started off in. Then i bumped into this girl and a minute later we find the rest of the group in this upstairs room, and they're all looking out of the window. I dont remember any thunder or lightening but it was still raining really heavily. There was this big black dog outside, like my dog actually, and it had this tiny kitten, it wasnt mauling it or anything, but then the dog just left the kitten outside on the floor, and i was going "we have to go and get it" but everyone was too scared to go outside for some reason, so i was about to go and get it, when this guy was all "oh i'll come with you" but then a second later he chickened out.
Then i woke up, i didnt even get chance to save the kitten, it was so annyoing. I hate when you wake up just when your having an ace dream. I was desperately trying to fall back asleep in the vain hope of landing in the same dream, but it never bloody happens. I so wanted to be back in the place of acrobats and kittens as well but nooo.
I woke up thinking, that was the best dream iv ever had and i was all content and happy. But after a while i realised it was really fucking wierd too. Theres a couple of bits i havent wrote about cause their either just too wierd or i dont really remember it clearly enough to write up. I started thinking though, i wonder why it was such a crazy dream, i hadnt been eating cheese before bed or any of that crap.
Maybe its because iv been reading Great Expectations before going to sleep, maybe that'd make sense of the big house bit, but the house i dreamt about was lovely and bright and homely, not stale and foisty like Miss Havishams so i dont know.
Anyway, thats about it really, its late so im off to hopefully have another (hopefully including belgian acrobats) unusual string of dreams.
Woohoo.
Err ok so back to the laptop. Its my early christmas present, im not some sort of spoilt only child. Its pink, at first i chose it cause it was the only laptop we could find in the town and i was buzzin at the thought of finally having a laptop. I secretly like the pink though, but i hasten to add this is definately as far as i am going with the pink thing. I hate all this girly pink bullshit with a fiery passion, fucking pink mobile phones and pink hair straighteners and all that other crap. It really really bugs me when girls bum the shit out of the colour pink, its just a colour for fucks sake, stop making us all look like idiots.
Phew, ok rant over. I reverted back to my 15 year old angsty mosher self then. I actually got really pissed off earlier on as well when i was watching im a celebrity, i didnt choose to have it on, though usually i quite like it but my mam had it on tonight and i watched. And im reluctant to give these people any sort of thought but i was so incensed by that stupid blonde wag twat. All she seems to talk about are her tits, she was all excited and had everyone singing happy bithday to her implants because it was her implant-aversairy. What the fuck, And the stupid bastards went along with it?! And then later on she was getting all stressed at the thought of giving up her mascara. Fucking mascara. Its the make up that your least likely to notice wether someone is wearing it or not. And she was stressing out about it. Normal people would chose a luxury item to take in like toilet roll or socks, but no, that stupid bimbo took mascara. It just makes me angry that people like that actually exist, and its all a fucking act, acting all dippy and blonde. When thers so much shit happening every day, and their biggest problem is choosing which pair of designer sunglasses their gonna wear.
Urgh i cant be bothered to go into in any more detail, but all of this has totally reminded me of when i was in year 11, my angst year, where i hated everyone and me and my friends would spend boring lessons secretly doodling comic strips whereby all the school bimbos were decapitated or fed to sharks.
Anyway no more ranting, though it was fun being back in angry school days phase.
I had the best dream iv ever had last night, it was so much fun.
Im not really sure how dreams work, i think it was probably a string of many different dreams all clumped together but it was still good. As soon as i woke up i furiously wrote it all down in my phone incase i forgot any of it.
Ok so i think it was my brithday and i was in this shop type place, and i was friends with the woman that worked there and i cant remember quite what happened but i think it was something like, she said "guess what iv got you for your birthday", and i turned round and asked her "alex zane?" (because i am lame and i ask for that every christmas/birthday) and she went nop... So i turned around, facing the big glass windows, and there coming across the road towards me were 2 of the hot belgian acrobats (that i am obesssed with in real life) and i was so excited i turned around and went to the woman "ohh my god thats even better than alex zane! Oh my god, you got them? ohh now they're gonna think im a crazy fan girl?!" I was just excitedly jiber jabbering to this woman, anyway then they came into the shop and started like throwing me up in the air. I cant remember what happened then except me and one of em was walking around this town, im not sure what we were looking for but we were looking for something, we ended up going in this small clothes shop, and asking them if we could go out the back way. Wierd. Anyway i guess, unfortunatly that was the end of the acrobat dream. The next dream i remember was being with quite a few other people who were my friends as well, and there was this big sort of stage thing, like a school stage where they had plays, except this one was filled with tubs and tubs and sweets, and i was just going around picking the ones i wanted, i didnt want the marshmallow tub so i swapped it for some jellies. And at one point maybe in another dream, there was just huge giant pots of honey all over. Then the last dream, i was with another group of friends, and we were in this amazing old house, sort of like preson park house only grander and bigger and more homely, and there was a group of us inside on the bottom floor in this room, and outside was this proper massive thunderstorm, it was fucking huge and scary, and for some reason the group leader had us all in a circle, and i was saying "can we stop now, cause actually this storm is scaring the shit out of me" and the storm was really really vivid, the thunder was proper loud as and was going off every few seconds and i looked over my shoulder out of the window and could see loads of fork lightening. So we all agreed to go upstairs, beacause its safer to be upstairs if the place gets hit?! Dream logic, i dunno. Then i was sort of on my own in the passge outside of the room and i'd lost everyone else, so i went up some stairs and came to this dead nice but quite small kitchen, then went down some stairs at the other side of it, that had another staircause above it, but ended up in the room i'd started off in. Then i bumped into this girl and a minute later we find the rest of the group in this upstairs room, and they're all looking out of the window. I dont remember any thunder or lightening but it was still raining really heavily. There was this big black dog outside, like my dog actually, and it had this tiny kitten, it wasnt mauling it or anything, but then the dog just left the kitten outside on the floor, and i was going "we have to go and get it" but everyone was too scared to go outside for some reason, so i was about to go and get it, when this guy was all "oh i'll come with you" but then a second later he chickened out.
Then i woke up, i didnt even get chance to save the kitten, it was so annyoing. I hate when you wake up just when your having an ace dream. I was desperately trying to fall back asleep in the vain hope of landing in the same dream, but it never bloody happens. I so wanted to be back in the place of acrobats and kittens as well but nooo.
I woke up thinking, that was the best dream iv ever had and i was all content and happy. But after a while i realised it was really fucking wierd too. Theres a couple of bits i havent wrote about cause their either just too wierd or i dont really remember it clearly enough to write up. I started thinking though, i wonder why it was such a crazy dream, i hadnt been eating cheese before bed or any of that crap.
Maybe its because iv been reading Great Expectations before going to sleep, maybe that'd make sense of the big house bit, but the house i dreamt about was lovely and bright and homely, not stale and foisty like Miss Havishams so i dont know.
Anyway, thats about it really, its late so im off to hopefully have another (hopefully including belgian acrobats) unusual string of dreams.
Woohoo.
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Skinny Love
I dont really know what to say in this blog, except im pretty in love with this right now, and i think it needs to be shared.
(even though i think maybe everyone knows about him already and im just slow on the uptake)
Maybe some people havent heard this yet, but fuck it, even if you have, here you go
(even though i think maybe everyone knows about him already and im just slow on the uptake)
Maybe some people havent heard this yet, but fuck it, even if you have, here you go
Thursday, 23 October 2008
Stufff
Iv only wrote one other blog this month, i keep meaning to write another one so here i am. My fingers are cold. I know its annoying when people keep moaning about stuff, and all i do is moan about the goddamn cold, so i will cut down the cold complaining from now on.The other day, for the first time, i realized why everyone likes Autumn. Mostly i just didn't see what everyone else seemed to see in it, iv always thought it was just an annoying transition period before the snow came and that it was generally just a bit of a rubbish season. But i was walking to town with my mam not long ago, and all up the street were big piles of orange crispy leaves from the big trees over the road, and it just felt really nice. It was a bit blowy but i had my hair in a pony tail and my neck wrapped up in a scarf iv stole off my mam who in turn acquired it from my grandad. Anyway, i was all nice and snug and warm, and the cold air felt nice and fresh on my face, and i just really enjoyed walking through the leaves. Sometimes when I'm sitting on the sofa i absent-mindedly just peer out of the window and there's always the odd leaf falling down, its strangely hypnotic to watch, and there is the occasional big crow that lands in the trees.So yes, all in all, from now on i will thoroughly enjoy Autumn.
The other night i was in bed, it was that night it rained quite heavily but not for very long, and i was just enjoying being so snug and warm and thinking how grateful i was not to be outside in it, but then a few minutes later I hear a really loud kind of splashy sound. I'm not sure what it was but i then realized I'm having bad water karma. In my old house, cause of the layout of the area there was a house quite close to the back of ours, and they had a broken gutter pipe it was like just snapped off halfway down or something, and every time it rained there was this dead loud splashy water noise and it used to annoy the shit out of me at night time when i was trying to get to sleep. But i thought, never mind, when i move house i wont hear it any more. Except i do, cause someone round here also has a broken gutter, and its very annoying, cause i know it sounds cheesy, but there is few things in life nicer than listening to the rain when your warm and safe in your bedroom, and its even nicer when its lulling you to sleep. And i was secretly looking forward to just hearing rain, on its own, without it sounding like someone was tipping buckets of water off the roof. So i guess that's not going to happen, but the bad water karma doesn't stop there, ohh no. Our neighbours have a pond in their yard, i mean its a fucking tiny yard, I'm sure they could have thought of a more productive use of the space, but anyway they have this pond. Its not really that bad, and it is quite quiet, but i remember sitting upright in bed, about 2 days after we'd moved in here, thinking i could hear really quiet voices, and then a few minutes later realising its their pond. Maybe that's what makes so much noise when it rains, I'm not sure. Anyway i feel kind of bad now moaning about their pond cause its definitely not noticeable enough to keep you up all night, and their this old-ish couple maybe in the 60's but they are very lovely. And sometimes the smell of bacon or Sunday dinner wafts over to ours from their kitchen which is quite a welcome invasion of the senses.
Sometimes, i think its every Tuesday, the rag and bone man comes shouting around the back alleys. And i know it sounds ridiculous, but it really really scares me. I have no idea why, its just such a scary sounding wail "rag-boooooooooooooooooooooone". Maybe its cause it wakes me up, and if i was already awake it wouldn't bother me at all. But it does. And when i was about 10, and lived in the old house, we had our cat, Grimsby, and every time the rag-bone man came round, he would just get up and go and hide behind the TV. And i thought it was hilarious that he was scared of someone shouting. But now i feel his distress.
Anyway, moving on.I had a really rubbish nights sleep a few nights ago, its really annoying not being able to sleep cause half of me wanted to admit defeat and just stay up all night and try to make use of the time, but the other half wanted to take advantage of the comfy duvets and keep trying to drop off. In the end i decided to finish reading Alice through the looking glass, i didn't want to look at the time, and it was nice having no idea what time it was, i thought it'd just annoy me even more if i looked at it so i dunno what time i actually went to sleep. Its a really nice story though, and at the end there's this really sweet letter from 'Lewis Carroll' to the children that would/had read the book. I cant remember what it said exactly, but it was so nice, and it made me smile and think that he was probably a really nice kind of person.
Ok i have one more thing to say before i go. I'm not sure if its just recently, or it goes on all the time and iv just never really noticed, but in the street sometimes parking wardens come along. And I'm not sure what happened, but for the last couple of days, in a house about 7 along from us, there is a (quite big) sign, bang in the middle of the windowpane, saying-
"PARKING ATTENDANTS ARE ARSE HOLES -
GET A PROPER JOB!"
I think its funny cause its just making them look like twats really, but what i like about it the most is the fact that they've dotted the exclamation mark with a love-heart.
I don't understand
The other night i was in bed, it was that night it rained quite heavily but not for very long, and i was just enjoying being so snug and warm and thinking how grateful i was not to be outside in it, but then a few minutes later I hear a really loud kind of splashy sound. I'm not sure what it was but i then realized I'm having bad water karma. In my old house, cause of the layout of the area there was a house quite close to the back of ours, and they had a broken gutter pipe it was like just snapped off halfway down or something, and every time it rained there was this dead loud splashy water noise and it used to annoy the shit out of me at night time when i was trying to get to sleep. But i thought, never mind, when i move house i wont hear it any more. Except i do, cause someone round here also has a broken gutter, and its very annoying, cause i know it sounds cheesy, but there is few things in life nicer than listening to the rain when your warm and safe in your bedroom, and its even nicer when its lulling you to sleep. And i was secretly looking forward to just hearing rain, on its own, without it sounding like someone was tipping buckets of water off the roof. So i guess that's not going to happen, but the bad water karma doesn't stop there, ohh no. Our neighbours have a pond in their yard, i mean its a fucking tiny yard, I'm sure they could have thought of a more productive use of the space, but anyway they have this pond. Its not really that bad, and it is quite quiet, but i remember sitting upright in bed, about 2 days after we'd moved in here, thinking i could hear really quiet voices, and then a few minutes later realising its their pond. Maybe that's what makes so much noise when it rains, I'm not sure. Anyway i feel kind of bad now moaning about their pond cause its definitely not noticeable enough to keep you up all night, and their this old-ish couple maybe in the 60's but they are very lovely. And sometimes the smell of bacon or Sunday dinner wafts over to ours from their kitchen which is quite a welcome invasion of the senses.
Sometimes, i think its every Tuesday, the rag and bone man comes shouting around the back alleys. And i know it sounds ridiculous, but it really really scares me. I have no idea why, its just such a scary sounding wail "rag-boooooooooooooooooooooone". Maybe its cause it wakes me up, and if i was already awake it wouldn't bother me at all. But it does. And when i was about 10, and lived in the old house, we had our cat, Grimsby, and every time the rag-bone man came round, he would just get up and go and hide behind the TV. And i thought it was hilarious that he was scared of someone shouting. But now i feel his distress.
Anyway, moving on.I had a really rubbish nights sleep a few nights ago, its really annoying not being able to sleep cause half of me wanted to admit defeat and just stay up all night and try to make use of the time, but the other half wanted to take advantage of the comfy duvets and keep trying to drop off. In the end i decided to finish reading Alice through the looking glass, i didn't want to look at the time, and it was nice having no idea what time it was, i thought it'd just annoy me even more if i looked at it so i dunno what time i actually went to sleep. Its a really nice story though, and at the end there's this really sweet letter from 'Lewis Carroll' to the children that would/had read the book. I cant remember what it said exactly, but it was so nice, and it made me smile and think that he was probably a really nice kind of person.
Ok i have one more thing to say before i go. I'm not sure if its just recently, or it goes on all the time and iv just never really noticed, but in the street sometimes parking wardens come along. And I'm not sure what happened, but for the last couple of days, in a house about 7 along from us, there is a (quite big) sign, bang in the middle of the windowpane, saying-
"PARKING ATTENDANTS ARE ARSE HOLES -
GET A PROPER JOB!"
I think its funny cause its just making them look like twats really, but what i like about it the most is the fact that they've dotted the exclamation mark with a love-heart.
I don't understand
Wednesday, 15 October 2008
blah blah yadda yadda
I think i will write this blog in teal, this is teal right?
Anyooo i haven't been on here for a bit, that's because my life is still a bit boring. Iv been looking for a job but still haven't found a decent one. I'm still holding out for my dream job of Christmas Elf in a Santa's Grotto. But i guess its a bit early for that, even though the shops all have loads of Christmas stuff in which is a bit disconcerting. Nevertheless i will keep looking.
Last night i had a mint dream, I'm not quite sure what was going on it was a bit muddled up, but i was in this sort of small church thing and me and my mam and dad were huddled around the computer and it was about 4am, really late, and for some reason my msn was on and someone i knew signed in and started talking to me, so i kicked my dad off and was talking back, except it was reaaaally hard to type. (is it sad that i dreamt of msn? Jesus) So i went outside and met up with whoever it was i was talking to, then we got a taxi back to mine and it was really windy outside so we went in, and were going to find somewhere to sleep with it being really late and all. So off into the house i mooched, and discovered that i couldn't find where the hell my bedroom was, and even though the house was quite small there was fucking loads of bedrooms and loads of family just sleeping in the wrong beds and stuff, and even though half the rooms were empty i still couldn't find mine. Then i woke up. Kind of sounds like a rubbish dream but it was quite a fun one.
On Monday i accidentally flooded our bathroom/kitchen. I'm not sure how or what happened, just that when i got out of the shower there was a massive wet patch on the floor where the water must've leaked out of the cubicle. Then after I'd got out and dressed i came down in time to hear the kitchen light bulb sort of, fizz out, and then water started dripping from it. Oops.
Iv had plenty of showers since we moved in, and they've always been fine so I'm not sure what went wrong. I think maybe i just spend too long in there, iv never lived in a house that had a shower so i guess I'm making up for it, at first i thought they were rubbish but i actually love them now, i spend about half an hour in there. They really make you feel better when your a bit stressed out or have things on your mind, you just come out feeling a little bit more relaxed. But I'd better keep them shorter from now on.
Aaaand now im bored. Iv been bored for ages, i feel like i hardly done anything at all this year. I want to go out and get drunk and dance (but not fall over). Im not sure if im doing anything at halloween but i hope its something fun. I need a job so i can take train trips places and do nice stuff. I guess its a bit cold for that now though. Nevermind.
Okayy i have a kinder bueno with my name on it in the other room.
Ciao
x
Anyooo i haven't been on here for a bit, that's because my life is still a bit boring. Iv been looking for a job but still haven't found a decent one. I'm still holding out for my dream job of Christmas Elf in a Santa's Grotto. But i guess its a bit early for that, even though the shops all have loads of Christmas stuff in which is a bit disconcerting. Nevertheless i will keep looking.
Last night i had a mint dream, I'm not quite sure what was going on it was a bit muddled up, but i was in this sort of small church thing and me and my mam and dad were huddled around the computer and it was about 4am, really late, and for some reason my msn was on and someone i knew signed in and started talking to me, so i kicked my dad off and was talking back, except it was reaaaally hard to type. (is it sad that i dreamt of msn? Jesus) So i went outside and met up with whoever it was i was talking to, then we got a taxi back to mine and it was really windy outside so we went in, and were going to find somewhere to sleep with it being really late and all. So off into the house i mooched, and discovered that i couldn't find where the hell my bedroom was, and even though the house was quite small there was fucking loads of bedrooms and loads of family just sleeping in the wrong beds and stuff, and even though half the rooms were empty i still couldn't find mine. Then i woke up. Kind of sounds like a rubbish dream but it was quite a fun one.
On Monday i accidentally flooded our bathroom/kitchen. I'm not sure how or what happened, just that when i got out of the shower there was a massive wet patch on the floor where the water must've leaked out of the cubicle. Then after I'd got out and dressed i came down in time to hear the kitchen light bulb sort of, fizz out, and then water started dripping from it. Oops.
Iv had plenty of showers since we moved in, and they've always been fine so I'm not sure what went wrong. I think maybe i just spend too long in there, iv never lived in a house that had a shower so i guess I'm making up for it, at first i thought they were rubbish but i actually love them now, i spend about half an hour in there. They really make you feel better when your a bit stressed out or have things on your mind, you just come out feeling a little bit more relaxed. But I'd better keep them shorter from now on.
Aaaand now im bored. Iv been bored for ages, i feel like i hardly done anything at all this year. I want to go out and get drunk and dance (but not fall over). Im not sure if im doing anything at halloween but i hope its something fun. I need a job so i can take train trips places and do nice stuff. I guess its a bit cold for that now though. Nevermind.
Okayy i have a kinder bueno with my name on it in the other room.
Ciao
x
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