Many times in the past few months I have stared at this screen, typed something and then erased it and logged out. The reason being that I have done nothing at all of note. The longer I leave it though, the more depressing it gets.
Someone on the telly just said ‘most happiest.’ ARGH!
Sooo… how’ve you been? I’ve been working and saving, then working some more. I also had some drinks, watched some truly appalling telly and didn’t spend enough time with my boyfriend. Not on purpose but because he works all the goddamn time and I don’t.
What am I saving for you ask? Well, I want to go to cookery school here. It looks like the best thing ever, but unfortunately it costs a number of thousands of pounds. I’m about a quarter of the way there, but I need to step up my game. Unless anyone very rich happens to be reading this, in which case I am very open to receiving free money. Please. Just a bit? Tenner? Fine. Piss you.
Hmm… I am going to try my best to write more on this blog. I also think maybe I want to be a food writer so I might test that here at some point. It’s the perfect place because no-one reads it so I won’t humiliate myself. Woop!
I know it’s dull to have to listen to other people’s stories of when they were drunk and how hilarious/embarassing it was, but I feel I have to share this in the hope that by writing it down for everyone to see I somehow make it less bad. Or I make some kind of shift happen in the space-time continuum and it never happened.
That was a somewhat dramatic build up to a blog post which is essentially just going to be me moaning about how embarrassing I was last night.
I’m not even sure why I drink any more. It makes me ill and I’m not really the ‘win friends and influence people’ type when I’m drunk. For example, I spent last night in the Willow on gay night asking a group of boys if they were gay and if they weren’t gay why were they here without any women? I then concluded that it simply must be because they were into MMORPGs and was very shocked when they told me they didn’t like World of Warcraft. Does that make sense to you? Because it doesn’t to me. Well, it did then, but it certainly doesn’t now. I think they then decided I had something mentally wrong with me and spent the night looking at me sheepishly like they were worried I was going to suddenly flip. Unsurprisingly.
That is only one of the many things I have done to humiliate myself. I don’t believe I will ever be taken seriously again. I fear I haven’t impressed upon you exactly how much I went on at these poor boys. I am officially a twat. If I see anyone I saw last night ever again I am going to tell them that it wasn’t my fault and I had my drink spiked. Or that I have an evil twin and she’s a dick.
Today I am going to stay indoors and play Kingdom Hearts. I think it’s for the best.
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.
Isn’t RIP a weird phrase? It’s essentially saying “I sincerely hope that, after your death, no-one digs up your corpse and performs some kind of puppet show with it/kicks it a bit” or perhaps “I hope no-one causes a fuss in the graveyard and disturbs your eternal rest.”
I just thought I’d share that thought.
Also, is it just me that gets weirded (I know it’s not a word) out by everyday things sometimes? I got very peturbed by a straw the other day. What’s the actual point? Who invented it? Why?!
I feel a bit wrong today. Last night I went out with my friends. Which doesn’t seem a big deal, but I haven’t seen some of them for months on account of my anxiety attacks, issues and general apathy and shitness.
Anyway, the point of this is that I am so pleased I saw them all again. I love them all to bits and I’ve missed them so much. It also meant I got to go to the Willow for the first time since New Year. It’s the best chinese restaurant slash disco around.
I’m pissed off with myself that I let stupid things stop me from going out. I don’t plan to ever desert them again and I’m very lucky that they didn’t decide not to be friends with my any more.
Last night in my dream:
Chris the jacket potato man was selling ice creams. I had an ice cream with raspberry topping. It was good. I am going to go on a mission to Spar later to see if I can procure some ice cream.