If you didn’t want to be my friend at school, then why in the name of all that is logical would you want to be my friend now!? There are people adding me who I know for a fact actively disliked me at school! Not that I did anything wrong; just a clash of opinions you understand…
Also, it seems I am the only person who went to Red House who hated it and doesn’t have fond memories… I know that reminiscing always happens through rose tinted glasses (not literally. Like if everyone had a pair of rose tinted glasses and had to wear them before remembering things fondly.) but still. Nearly every teacher there treated us all like 5 year olds up until we left and if you weren’t either massively academic or really sporty you were shit.
Rant over. I do have nice memories of all my friends of course, and Facebook has helped me get in touch with some who I lost touch with through being a bit rubbish. So that’s good.
The other problem with Facebook is that I’m a very nosy person so it’s really addictive.
The nice man from Tesco brought me some food today so I can eat again! Hurrah! I managed to order nothing unhealthy apart from crisps. I always do that and then wish I’d at least bought some Rich Tea biscuits or something… Plus, I keep remembering things I should have ordered. Like Ryvita.
Today I watched ‘half ton hospital’ with Jeremy Kyle. It was about a hospital in NYC which specialises in making fat people thin again. Or something. And when I say fat, I mean FAT. As in 55 stone. That’s more than 5 1/2 of me. There was one man who ate 15,000 calories a day. Good lord!
This is Hobbes. After being completely adamant that I was getting a rescue cat that no-one else wanted, I have somehow caved to Duncan and got a kitten. He is the cutest thing in the world though. At the moment he’s clawing my leg, which is not so cute.
As you may have guessed I’m still jobless. I have applied for a job in a deli though, which I really really want. I’d be able to work with food all day! Also, I’m thinking I might want to own my own deli when I’m older so it would be good experience. And if I hate it then that’s another career option I can cross off the list. I’m beginning to think I should have an actual list and not a metaphorical one…
I signed on today. The shame. You can do it online now though, so I was spared the walk to the Job Centre. I’m hoping the free money will make up for the fact that I can’t get myself a job. £47 a week - that’s enough for anyone to live on… If that person happened to have no home and no outgoings at all.
Other than that, I haven’t been posting much because there hasn’t been much to say. The cat was dangled in front of me and then cruelly taken away. However, I will have a cat if it kills me. I’m hoping the cat I get won’t kill me though…
In the meantime, I have a Siamese fighting fish called Trevor Macdonald. He’s rather cool.
Arran was lovely, as ever. This year was my 21st year going on holiday there and I think I love it more every time I go. Plus, the weather was really good; I even got my nose sunburned which is rare in Scotland at this time of year!
Unfortunately, I did have to survive two four and a half hour car trips without my ipod or DS, which wasn’t very fun. I had my mum’s ipod to borrow for a bit, but it didn’t really yield a great amount of listenable music. Unless you like The Corrs, The Lighthouse Family and Celine Dion. Which I don’t.
I have another job interview tomorrow in a place which I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to get to, which should be fun.
I’ve been reading ‘A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius’ by Dave Eggers on Jonic’s recommendation and I’m not entirely convinced I’m enjoying it. He just seems to have written all the things that went through his head over a period of years and I find myself getting very annoyed with him.
Also, my good friend Al Ewing has taken over Jonic’s ‘Re:Retro’ blog and is doing a sterling job of it. It should be read. Here.
That is all.