The presents have been opened, oohed over or boohooed over and then stashed away. The cat is toasting herself under the radiator while the rat is sleeping under his bed. Tucked away upstares I can hear the usual Christmasy noises leaking up from downstares; My stepdad shapening the knives for the turkey, my Mum and Nan talking to eachother and Christmas Tv, Porridge I think. I'm still sorting through my gifts, soring out which new make-up I'll wear to my aunt and uncle's tonight, which new perfume to douse myself in and the ever important question - do I watch GIJoe or True Blood. The house smells of Christmas dinner (yet to be dished up) and the day is dragging on slowly, pleasently.
Merry Christmas everyone and a Happy New Year if I'm to busy to post before then.
XD
Friday, 25 December 2009
Sunday, 20 December 2009
Looks like we may get a white Christmas after all...
Well, that’s the last time I’ll see my friends until new year. Though it would have been nice to arrange a new years bash, just us. But the others have other plans, so it’ll have to wait to next year. Hard to party when your jet-lagged anyways.
But we had so much fun. Just chatting and chilling, rolling up new D&D characters (Rune Quest actually, guess who’s a Bearkin again?), eating so much pizza and red-velvet cupcakes that we nearly popped, watching Ace Ventura and the My Family Christmas special. Then we RPG’ed for a while before all getting a lift hope in the same car. We were sitting there, giggling like idiots while the wheels spun on the ice, before we finally got out to push it. Sure, that’s probably not really funny, but to us? To me? it’s the little things that count, that are special. Just those little “hey d’you remember when” moments.
The ones who are here and the ones that are elsewhere (if you read this at all, you know who you are and your missed) mean more to me than they’ll ever know. Trying to tell them my tongue glues itself to the roof of my mouth and I can’t find the words, so instead I end up saying something stupid to start them laughing. Its my only way of showing them I care. Other than buying them food or making cakes.
Its snowed again, I meant to blogg when it first happened, but I didn’t seem to get the chance. Works chaotic, my shifts keep changing, I’m just aching to get SOMEWHERE countrified with my camera and take some photos before it all melts, or worse! It rains! Still its supposed to snow more and get colder. I went overdrawn to buy myself a new, snow proof coat and now I’m as snug as a snow bunny. So much so that I almost resent having to take the coat off at work. But everything looks so pretty covered in snow. Everyone seems to take the opportunity to leave footprints in every patch of the stuff. Theres something satisfying about seeing your own footprints in a field of fresh white snow. My parents road is like an ice rink, the snows been squished down by the cars till its like slipper, muddy glass.
Tonight its due to snow again so the ice will get worse, but there will be a fresh blanket of snow to leave footprints in, like shaking an etchasketch!
Squeak seems better. The combination of antibiotics, anti-inflamentrys and eye drop (yes, more meds) seem to have taken affect and he is almost back to his normal chirpy self. The vet says we still can’t rule out a tumor, but I’m thinking it may have been a stroke. I’m hoping that’s all it was and that that will be the end of it, no more please. The ratty is happy so I am too.
But we had so much fun. Just chatting and chilling, rolling up new D&D characters (Rune Quest actually, guess who’s a Bearkin again?), eating so much pizza and red-velvet cupcakes that we nearly popped, watching Ace Ventura and the My Family Christmas special. Then we RPG’ed for a while before all getting a lift hope in the same car. We were sitting there, giggling like idiots while the wheels spun on the ice, before we finally got out to push it. Sure, that’s probably not really funny, but to us? To me? it’s the little things that count, that are special. Just those little “hey d’you remember when” moments.
The ones who are here and the ones that are elsewhere (if you read this at all, you know who you are and your missed) mean more to me than they’ll ever know. Trying to tell them my tongue glues itself to the roof of my mouth and I can’t find the words, so instead I end up saying something stupid to start them laughing. Its my only way of showing them I care. Other than buying them food or making cakes.
Its snowed again, I meant to blogg when it first happened, but I didn’t seem to get the chance. Works chaotic, my shifts keep changing, I’m just aching to get SOMEWHERE countrified with my camera and take some photos before it all melts, or worse! It rains! Still its supposed to snow more and get colder. I went overdrawn to buy myself a new, snow proof coat and now I’m as snug as a snow bunny. So much so that I almost resent having to take the coat off at work. But everything looks so pretty covered in snow. Everyone seems to take the opportunity to leave footprints in every patch of the stuff. Theres something satisfying about seeing your own footprints in a field of fresh white snow. My parents road is like an ice rink, the snows been squished down by the cars till its like slipper, muddy glass.
Tonight its due to snow again so the ice will get worse, but there will be a fresh blanket of snow to leave footprints in, like shaking an etchasketch!
Squeak seems better. The combination of antibiotics, anti-inflamentrys and eye drop (yes, more meds) seem to have taken affect and he is almost back to his normal chirpy self. The vet says we still can’t rule out a tumor, but I’m thinking it may have been a stroke. I’m hoping that’s all it was and that that will be the end of it, no more please. The ratty is happy so I am too.
Sunday, 13 December 2009
The Yearly Visit...
Dad dropped by for his yearly visit to drop off my Christmas presents and pick up his. And as usual I was stuck at work - a late staffing change. I owe my fellow cashier big time as she suggested that she man the fort while I took Dad out to a cafe so we could catch up over coffee and smoked salmon sarnies. Bliss. I love my father a great deal, even if we rarely see eachother and thats nobodys fault but our own. We're just always so busy. We've promised to meet up in the new year. Go somewhere. Do something.
I miss the "good old days" when it was me and him every other weekend, when he lived with Nanny J, before she got angry and stopped talking to him. Before she got ill and forgot who we are.
That reminds me. I actualy discovered what I'd been missing all these years with Mars Bars. Odd but still on topic. When Dad lived with Nanny and I was still little he gave me a Mars Bar. Keep in mind I was probably about 7 or 8 years old at the time, already full with fried dinner and just before bedtime. And Dad gives me this sweet, sticky chocolate bar. I ate the whole thing and threw up in my sleep, waking in the wee hours of the morning in a puddle of my own dinner. I had to clean up and sleep with Nanny J, which was fun since she snored and that made me giggle. And I didn't touch a mars bar again, even the thought of one made me feel queezy until the other day when I got desperate for food and...well...it was the only thing in the shop. Chocolaty bliss! Ithink I may be addicted to them now.
Still worried about Squeak, but he's eatting plenty and drinking. He seems worse in the evening. Mum finaly remembered that the vet mentioned it could be something like meningitus. Guess thats why he seem more distressed in bright lights. I hope it is, I really do, because if it is the antibiotics and antiinflamitrys will knock it on the head and he'll get better. I really, really want him to get better.
I miss the "good old days" when it was me and him every other weekend, when he lived with Nanny J, before she got angry and stopped talking to him. Before she got ill and forgot who we are.
That reminds me. I actualy discovered what I'd been missing all these years with Mars Bars. Odd but still on topic. When Dad lived with Nanny and I was still little he gave me a Mars Bar. Keep in mind I was probably about 7 or 8 years old at the time, already full with fried dinner and just before bedtime. And Dad gives me this sweet, sticky chocolate bar. I ate the whole thing and threw up in my sleep, waking in the wee hours of the morning in a puddle of my own dinner. I had to clean up and sleep with Nanny J, which was fun since she snored and that made me giggle. And I didn't touch a mars bar again, even the thought of one made me feel queezy until the other day when I got desperate for food and...well...it was the only thing in the shop. Chocolaty bliss! Ithink I may be addicted to them now.
Still worried about Squeak, but he's eatting plenty and drinking. He seems worse in the evening. Mum finaly remembered that the vet mentioned it could be something like meningitus. Guess thats why he seem more distressed in bright lights. I hope it is, I really do, because if it is the antibiotics and antiinflamitrys will knock it on the head and he'll get better. I really, really want him to get better.
Saturday, 12 December 2009
Its that time of year again
Last year, around this time, I lost my pet rat Ooogie. I came home from work. He was dead and his cagemate soon followed. You can see why although I love this time of year I've been dreading it in a way.
And now my pet rat Squeaky is sick.
Mum took him to the vets because I was working (crap), the vet checked his pupled for blindness. Nope, Squeak isn't blind. He pressed (wtf?!?) on Squeak's eyes to make sure there was no pressure behind them. Nope, no pressure. The vets not too sure, but he thinks it might be an infection. So Mum and Squeak were sent away with anitbiotics and anitflamitrys.
But why is Squeak acting like he's blind? You give him a treak, one of his favourite treats, and it's like he's forgotten how to hold it. He drops it then scrabbles around maddly for it.
I don't want to loose him and I'm worried sick.
Right now he has burrowed under his bed and is scrabbling at the floor of his cage.
I don't know why I'm posting this here, because I know nobody reads this blog.
But I'm worried sick and I had to talk about it with someone.
And now my pet rat Squeaky is sick.
Mum took him to the vets because I was working (crap), the vet checked his pupled for blindness. Nope, Squeak isn't blind. He pressed (wtf?!?) on Squeak's eyes to make sure there was no pressure behind them. Nope, no pressure. The vets not too sure, but he thinks it might be an infection. So Mum and Squeak were sent away with anitbiotics and anitflamitrys.
But why is Squeak acting like he's blind? You give him a treak, one of his favourite treats, and it's like he's forgotten how to hold it. He drops it then scrabbles around maddly for it.
I don't want to loose him and I'm worried sick.
Right now he has burrowed under his bed and is scrabbling at the floor of his cage.
I don't know why I'm posting this here, because I know nobody reads this blog.
But I'm worried sick and I had to talk about it with someone.
Tuesday, 8 December 2009
Christmas is coming...
And don't I know it! At least I've got the bulk of my Christmas gifts now. A few more to get and then I can just kick back and relax. Almost. I haven't put up my decorations yet, my Christmas tree sits alone and neglected in my loft. Poor Christmas tree! :(
Never mind, it goes up Thursday! I'll use it as an excuse to clear out the loft.
It didn't really sink in until the other day that this is my LAST Christmas in my flat. Its...kinda sad. I'll put up my tree, untangle the lights and put them up, then the tinsel, then the decorations I spent so long collecting - all glass, not plastic. *sighs* I'm gonna miss that next year. Still, I can help Mum put up her Christmas tree, maybe even have a little tree in my room. Although come Christmas time I have to vacate it so Nan has a proper bed to sleep on and I have a matrisse on the floor of the computer room. A combanation wardrobe, linen chest, dressing table, computer desk and chair leaves me with just enough room for the matirsse and myself. And iff I'm not careful I streach out in the night and touch the radiator with my feet. Owie. I also have to share the room with my pet rat, and the position of his hanging bed means I always wake up to a happy, smiling face. The only thing I find odd (but not as odd as you'll find it) is the lack of stars on the ceiling. In my room, both at the flat and round my Mum's, the ceiling is covered in stars - glow in the dar plastic ones and smaller, dot like stars painted on with glow in the dark paint. I'm just so used to them I carried them over to the flat, they are like a security blanket I guess, or a night light. It just feels weird when I sleep in a room without them.
Maybe I should stick some more on the ceiling in the computer room too. :)
Never mind, it goes up Thursday! I'll use it as an excuse to clear out the loft.
It didn't really sink in until the other day that this is my LAST Christmas in my flat. Its...kinda sad. I'll put up my tree, untangle the lights and put them up, then the tinsel, then the decorations I spent so long collecting - all glass, not plastic. *sighs* I'm gonna miss that next year. Still, I can help Mum put up her Christmas tree, maybe even have a little tree in my room. Although come Christmas time I have to vacate it so Nan has a proper bed to sleep on and I have a matrisse on the floor of the computer room. A combanation wardrobe, linen chest, dressing table, computer desk and chair leaves me with just enough room for the matirsse and myself. And iff I'm not careful I streach out in the night and touch the radiator with my feet. Owie. I also have to share the room with my pet rat, and the position of his hanging bed means I always wake up to a happy, smiling face. The only thing I find odd (but not as odd as you'll find it) is the lack of stars on the ceiling. In my room, both at the flat and round my Mum's, the ceiling is covered in stars - glow in the dar plastic ones and smaller, dot like stars painted on with glow in the dark paint. I'm just so used to them I carried them over to the flat, they are like a security blanket I guess, or a night light. It just feels weird when I sleep in a room without them.
Maybe I should stick some more on the ceiling in the computer room too. :)
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Jingle all the way...
Must...update...blog! Its not like I've got a lot going on right now other than college (my brain hurts), work (my pride hurts), moving house (my back hurts) and lurking with friends (ooh curry!). And Crimbo shopping. Yeesh! Somehow I came to the conclusion that it'd be a good idea to get it done early and since my college skills test (ugh, why all the stress? It was so easy in the end!) is all finished I figured it might be a good idea to hit the shops now rather than waiting. Its just difficult figuring out what to get for people. THIS MEANS PEOPLE COULD END UP WITH SOME PRETTY RANDOM GIFTS THIS YEAR. I've already got the QI Book of the Dead for my Uncle Steve, a big fan of funny yet seemingly useless facts. Personaly I think he'll find the fact that as an infant Oliver Cromwell was stolen by his Uncle's pet monkey fasinating! It made me lmao anyways. But at least a shopping trip to Bluewater produced most of my Crimbo gifts so now I just have to figure out what to get for the few people I have left.
College was supprising tonight. I got it. For once I actualy got it. I understood what I was taught, I got my work finished in record time and, although I'm probably too old for it, my tutor gave me a smiley face after he'd marked my work. He has no idea how happy that smiley made me and I'm sure as hell not going to tell him, but I was so happy I thought I'd burst from pride. It just made me feel like I was doing things right, finaly.
College was supprising tonight. I got it. For once I actualy got it. I understood what I was taught, I got my work finished in record time and, although I'm probably too old for it, my tutor gave me a smiley face after he'd marked my work. He has no idea how happy that smiley made me and I'm sure as hell not going to tell him, but I was so happy I thought I'd burst from pride. It just made me feel like I was doing things right, finaly.
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Calling all penpals...
Its 1:58 in the morning and I just went penpal hunting on Livejournal. At 1:58 in the morning when I'm all sleep deprived. Can't remember who's posts I've replyed too or what I wrote in my own post so who knows who I'll end up with.
I have vague memorys of someone with barbie pink hair and no eyebrows. I can't be bothered to check my posts now, too tired.
It'll be a nice supprise for tomorow...probably.
I have vague memorys of someone with barbie pink hair and no eyebrows. I can't be bothered to check my posts now, too tired.
It'll be a nice supprise for tomorow...probably.
Countdown to Incompetence.
My skills test has to be in by 9:30 tomorrow, it has to be all neatly typed up, I haven’t done a thing yet. Tell a lie, I printed off my CV and now, with the help of wikipedia, can answer the question on job rotation. As far as I’m concerned Job Rotation is an office thing and I don’t work in an office, therefore I don’t really know a lot about it. Where I work Job Rotation is being sent to the Witham shop at the last minute and spending a nice, relaxing afternoon with tea and Keith. Actually I haven’t been asked to do that for ages, like the Witham shop (especially the tiny one) and I enjoy working with Keith, who kindly puts up with my constant nattering.
But unfortunately I don’t think that’s the kind of answer they want on the skills test.
Thanks to wikipedia I now know that they want me to tell them that Job Rotation is designed to give workers more experience in their working environment, to reduce boredom and increase job satisfaction. Only I somehow have to stretch that answer out and make it longer. Maybe if I use a really big font size…
Hmmmm…
Either way I suspect I’ll fail the test and be deemed “not competent.”
But unfortunately I don’t think that’s the kind of answer they want on the skills test.
Thanks to wikipedia I now know that they want me to tell them that Job Rotation is designed to give workers more experience in their working environment, to reduce boredom and increase job satisfaction. Only I somehow have to stretch that answer out and make it longer. Maybe if I use a really big font size…
Hmmmm…
Either way I suspect I’ll fail the test and be deemed “not competent.”
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Boxes. EVERYWHERE BOXES!
I asked my stepdad if he could get me some boxes for packing my stuff in and he got me a pile of boxes that nearly reaches the ceiling, DAMN! Thats a lot of boxes. Never mind, the packing has started and now I somehow have to condence a whole one bedroom flat into two rooms. What to keep, what to scrap and what to store? Never thought it would be so difficult to deside and since me and the rodent are still crashing round my folks house I haven't got a lot done.
I guess the biggest problem is I'm an unstoppable horder. While sorting through one box I found a magazine from 2007 - shouldn't I have recycled that? I also hate getting rid of stuff that other people have bought for me JUST incase (and pigs will fly first) they find out I've gotten rid of it. Never mind, I've got until July to get all of this sorted out anyways. I just need to consentrate on the important stuff, like:
I guess the biggest problem is I'm an unstoppable horder. While sorting through one box I found a magazine from 2007 - shouldn't I have recycled that? I also hate getting rid of stuff that other people have bought for me JUST incase (and pigs will fly first) they find out I've gotten rid of it. Never mind, I've got until July to get all of this sorted out anyways. I just need to consentrate on the important stuff, like:
- Its my Mum's birthday tomorow...I've left her present round my flat and I can't get to it. Argh!
- My skills test is due to be handed in by 9:30 on thursday, have I started to type it up? Nooooo! Crap!
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Meh...can't be arsed.
Really I can't. I just can't get it together today, autumn blues I guess. Didn't want to eat a healthy lunch so I dragged myself out and bought some comfort food - pizza and Dr Peppers. Now I'm in front of the computer, collecting some comfort food infomation because my cookbook doesn't really have any comfort food in it other than Soul Cakes, a good roast chicken resipie and a couple of King Cakes. Once I'm back in the folks house I might start a food blog. Until then I really can't be bothered today. I have to go to college, but don't really want too. I should have started my Skills Test but I can't be bothered and I should have signed up for my AAT membership today but...meh. Can't be bothered.
I hate it when I get days like this.
I hate it when I get days like this.
Sunday, 1 November 2009
I've desided that the thing I'm lloking forward to most about moving back in with my folks is the freedom I'll have. I'll be able to afford to learn to drive. I don't want a big car, just a little old thing. But on a weekend like this one? Out of work friday, saturday and sunday off, 12:00 start at work on monday? If I had my own car I could have gone away for the weekend and I can think of dozens of places I'd like to go.
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Happy Halloween!
Well the shop looks great, all decked out in cobwebs, orange and black streamers, balloons and bats. We even got a pumpkin and sweeties for the customers.
Coldhurst Fort was great fun, a long line to get in and only £5 admitance when they could have gotten away with charging much, much more. Now I'm cuddled up at home, after decending into the forts dark tunnles and being hounded by ghouls of all descriptions, and honestly I'd still like to be out. Unfortunatly I'm a bit old for Trick or Treating and I'm probably too old in any case, or I'd slip on last years halloween costume and head on out. But next year? On their website the fort advertises for people to come and volenteer as ghosts, ghouls and all manner of things, I'd like to volenteer and spent the night spooking the general public.
Until then I'll snuggle up in my nice warm home, watch some scary movies (maybe even watch that Lexx boxset my friend lent me) and stuff my face with sweeties before the trick or treaters can get hold of it.
Bliss.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Coldhurst Fort was great fun, a long line to get in and only £5 admitance when they could have gotten away with charging much, much more. Now I'm cuddled up at home, after decending into the forts dark tunnles and being hounded by ghouls of all descriptions, and honestly I'd still like to be out. Unfortunatly I'm a bit old for Trick or Treating and I'm probably too old in any case, or I'd slip on last years halloween costume and head on out. But next year? On their website the fort advertises for people to come and volenteer as ghosts, ghouls and all manner of things, I'd like to volenteer and spent the night spooking the general public.
Until then I'll snuggle up in my nice warm home, watch some scary movies (maybe even watch that Lexx boxset my friend lent me) and stuff my face with sweeties before the trick or treaters can get hold of it.
Bliss.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Thursday, 29 October 2009
Pink balloons and white ribbons
I spent the whole evening at work decorating the shop for Wear Pink day tomorow. THE WHOLE EVENING! And damn it looks good! I'm actualy proud of myself, but tomorow night I'll have to take it all down and put up the Halloween stuffs. And I'm determined to make that look awsome too! Until then I'll just bask in our shops pink and white glory. With all the pink balloons and white bunting the shop looks like a wedding cake.
Of course, even though we have breast cancer awaireness posters and badges and balloons EVERYWHERE, we will have to put up with customers asking who's birthday it is. Maybe if I tell them its mine they'll buy me chocolate or something?
Really excited about Saturday now, I'm going to the Creepshow at Coldhurst Fort with my friends.
Of course, even though we have breast cancer awaireness posters and badges and balloons EVERYWHERE, we will have to put up with customers asking who's birthday it is. Maybe if I tell them its mine they'll buy me chocolate or something?
Really excited about Saturday now, I'm going to the Creepshow at Coldhurst Fort with my friends.
Monday, 26 October 2009
Ugh...I'm knackered! No point in going to bed yet though, I won't sleep. I'll just end up tossing and turning and wishing I was asleep. I normaly don't get to sleep til atleast 3:00 in the morning, but have to get up about 7:30 for work. This means I get by on at least four and a half hours of sleep a night? I'm supposed to get eight! I'm cursed with the sleep paturns of a night owls, it wouldn't be as bad if I didn't have the social life of a hermit! Never mind, thats up to me to remidy. Anyway, if I did spend every night out with friends where would I go? Clubbings normal, but I feel too awkward in clubs and I like to be able to hear what my friends are saying to me.
Speaking of clubs, roleplay night went...ok. Actualy it went crazy again. Due to some awful dice rolls Mike nearly killed Ade and Dave nearly sliced a goat herder in half. Why is is whenever we play fantasy RPG's it usualy ends in a cross country rampage? Anyways, edging away from the game, Nick came up with a great idea. The group of as meet up...AT A CAFE, BAR OR SOME OTHER FOOD PLACE AND DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE ORCS!!! For once everyone seemed to like the idea. It would be nice (healthy!) for us all to meet up and just chat! Talk! Make conversation! I mean, we do that anyway, but its often quite game related. Nick has been told to set a date and I'll have to facebook him to find out whats going on because his phone has been cut off again.
In other news I have been informed that I shall have to wear something pink this friday because its Wear It Pink day at work. This is in aid of Breast Cancer Awaireness and we're spending the whole week raining money for the charity, as someone with a pair of breasts I can guarentee you this is a good thing. But the only peice of pink clothing I own is a pair of pink knickers. So it looks like I'm going clothes shopping.
*sighs* At least its a worthy cause.
Speaking of clubs, roleplay night went...ok. Actualy it went crazy again. Due to some awful dice rolls Mike nearly killed Ade and Dave nearly sliced a goat herder in half. Why is is whenever we play fantasy RPG's it usualy ends in a cross country rampage? Anyways, edging away from the game, Nick came up with a great idea. The group of as meet up...AT A CAFE, BAR OR SOME OTHER FOOD PLACE AND DO SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE ORCS!!! For once everyone seemed to like the idea. It would be nice (healthy!) for us all to meet up and just chat! Talk! Make conversation! I mean, we do that anyway, but its often quite game related. Nick has been told to set a date and I'll have to facebook him to find out whats going on because his phone has been cut off again.
In other news I have been informed that I shall have to wear something pink this friday because its Wear It Pink day at work. This is in aid of Breast Cancer Awaireness and we're spending the whole week raining money for the charity, as someone with a pair of breasts I can guarentee you this is a good thing. But the only peice of pink clothing I own is a pair of pink knickers. So it looks like I'm going clothes shopping.
*sighs* At least its a worthy cause.
Saturday, 24 October 2009
To some Halloween comes early.
So my Mum bought some Halloween Candy for the trick or treaters. Sorry kids, I've got first dibs. I'm currently staying round my folks place and they've headed out for the night. To be honest I would have liked to have gone with them, but its a dinner and dance thing. I didn't think to ask soon enough! Doh! So I'm sitting at their house, using their internet connection and trying to find something spooky and worth wasting time on on youtube. Oh, and I'm eatting my Mum's Halloween candy. Not all of it. Just a few choise morsals. Omnomnom! Theres no way theres enough here for the amount of greedy little horrors that'll show up anyway...not now at least! I'll buy her some more when I get paid on Friday, I already owe her a large mozzarella ball (yeah I ate that!) anyways.
So okay, so far my weekend hasn't been a laugh a minute, not exactly exciting. But today I remembered I'm due round my friend Adrien's tomorow! We (me, him and some other friends) get together once a fourtnight to play roleplay games! Not D&D, thats too...restrictive. We either go by GURPS or Rune Quest. With D&D you've pretty much got a quest to compleat and thats it - head south to the magicle tower or yarg, avoid the killer bunnys and killer the evil spider litch or whatever. With Rune Quest your aim is to become as powerful as possible and become either a rune mage or a rune lord. With GURPS you can do anything - scifi, horror, fantasy, superheros. Anything. With GURPS its all fun and games until you blow up half a caravan park and end up on the run from the police. ROFL! That was fun though! Other than roleplaying like the pack of rabit geeks that we are we catch up on stuff and eat pizza. Ade's started working at Spoons again, hopefully he'll head back to uni soon. Mike's back from a holiday in vegas, he went jumped out of a plane with a parashute. Dave wants to be a bodyguard instead of a bouncer, I wonder how thats going? Nick just got Final Fantasy online, hopefully he'll remember to turn up. And Michael is probably still job hunting, the place where he works at the mo doesn't always remember to pay him.
As for my other friends? Fee is in China currently, teaching English, though I haven't heard from her for a while now. She blogs and facebooks, but the school she's at had been quarentined because of a swineflu outbreak. Fee lives on campus so I guess she's stuck there for the time being, her lack of updated really worrys me, I just hope she's well. Kerry and Phill used to come to RPG club, but their busy being loved up newlyweds (awww! their a cute couple) and looking after baby Aron (Aw! He's a cute baby!) Denise I haven't seen for yonks, better get in touch and arrainge a pub meet! I can't wait to see her, Tucker and Steve again, maybe we can arrainge a ghost hunt for sometime soon. Wilfy I haven't seen for a while either, but hopefully I might see her on Tuesday, if not then Saturday. I can't remember the last time I didn't spend Halloween at Wilfy's house. Horror movies, horror twister and a halloween pinyata: I always look forward to her partys. Actualy that reminds me. Wilfy's said she'll take me to this redoubt fort she's found. If its anything like the abandoned hospital she found lately then I wonder if we'll be sneaking in. I've always wanted to do a bit of urban exploring.
I found this on youtube. Fewdo normaly do REALLY scary online minimovies (Bedfellows still makes me hide behind my hands when I watch it.) but this is actualy a funny one. Oddly that creept clown doesn't show up in this film at all - wierd.
So okay, so far my weekend hasn't been a laugh a minute, not exactly exciting. But today I remembered I'm due round my friend Adrien's tomorow! We (me, him and some other friends) get together once a fourtnight to play roleplay games! Not D&D, thats too...restrictive. We either go by GURPS or Rune Quest. With D&D you've pretty much got a quest to compleat and thats it - head south to the magicle tower or yarg, avoid the killer bunnys and killer the evil spider litch or whatever. With Rune Quest your aim is to become as powerful as possible and become either a rune mage or a rune lord. With GURPS you can do anything - scifi, horror, fantasy, superheros. Anything. With GURPS its all fun and games until you blow up half a caravan park and end up on the run from the police. ROFL! That was fun though! Other than roleplaying like the pack of rabit geeks that we are we catch up on stuff and eat pizza. Ade's started working at Spoons again, hopefully he'll head back to uni soon. Mike's back from a holiday in vegas, he went jumped out of a plane with a parashute. Dave wants to be a bodyguard instead of a bouncer, I wonder how thats going? Nick just got Final Fantasy online, hopefully he'll remember to turn up. And Michael is probably still job hunting, the place where he works at the mo doesn't always remember to pay him.
As for my other friends? Fee is in China currently, teaching English, though I haven't heard from her for a while now. She blogs and facebooks, but the school she's at had been quarentined because of a swineflu outbreak. Fee lives on campus so I guess she's stuck there for the time being, her lack of updated really worrys me, I just hope she's well. Kerry and Phill used to come to RPG club, but their busy being loved up newlyweds (awww! their a cute couple) and looking after baby Aron (Aw! He's a cute baby!) Denise I haven't seen for yonks, better get in touch and arrainge a pub meet! I can't wait to see her, Tucker and Steve again, maybe we can arrainge a ghost hunt for sometime soon. Wilfy I haven't seen for a while either, but hopefully I might see her on Tuesday, if not then Saturday. I can't remember the last time I didn't spend Halloween at Wilfy's house. Horror movies, horror twister and a halloween pinyata: I always look forward to her partys. Actualy that reminds me. Wilfy's said she'll take me to this redoubt fort she's found. If its anything like the abandoned hospital she found lately then I wonder if we'll be sneaking in. I've always wanted to do a bit of urban exploring.
I found this on youtube. Fewdo normaly do REALLY scary online minimovies (Bedfellows still makes me hide behind my hands when I watch it.) but this is actualy a funny one. Oddly that creept clown doesn't show up in this film at all - wierd.
Thursday, 22 October 2009
Must sleeeeeep...
I’m still awake and, yes, I know I should crawl into bed and catch some Z’s. But I’m still awake and I’m not sure weather its because of that Dr Pepper’s I drank (sweet, sweet caffeine!) or because that damn skills test is sitting in my bag behind me somewhere, still all neat and snug in its little plastic wrapper. I know I should open it and check it out, but you know what? I really can’t be arsed right now. :D We did Health and Safety stuff at college (yesterday), the most boring thing ever because its all mostly common sense anyway. My brain still feels and numb and fuzzy as a result. I just can’t cope with possibly more health and safety in test for right now.
And its 12:17am, I’ve just finished scoffing my way through a 3 pack of Gu mini chocolate tortes and I’m halfway Ring 2...actually I’m feeling slightly let down by it. Anyone else here seen it? Is that little boy not the most annoying thing ever? I’m sure he’s the nicest, sweetest little boy in real life. In fact I don’t doubt he is, but the character he’s playing pisses me off. Just get on with being possessed already! If you haven’t seen the Ring films WATCH THE ORIGINALS FIRST! Nothing compares to the original films, Sadako is so much more frightening than Samara. Think about it, what would scare you most: lanky, staggering, long haired Sadako or stumbling, knee-high Samara?
And its 12:17am, I’ve just finished scoffing my way through a 3 pack of Gu mini chocolate tortes and I’m halfway Ring 2...actually I’m feeling slightly let down by it. Anyone else here seen it? Is that little boy not the most annoying thing ever? I’m sure he’s the nicest, sweetest little boy in real life. In fact I don’t doubt he is, but the character he’s playing pisses me off. Just get on with being possessed already! If you haven’t seen the Ring films WATCH THE ORIGINALS FIRST! Nothing compares to the original films, Sadako is so much more frightening than Samara. Think about it, what would scare you most: lanky, staggering, long haired Sadako or stumbling, knee-high Samara?
Hello, my name is Louise Walsh.
At least it is according to my college. Damn, how many forms did I fill it? How many times did I write my name for them? And they still get it wrong!
"I'm sorry I took the micky out of you for wearing your name badge now," says James, referring to the time I went to college straight from work "Its obviously needed."
I'm sorry I removed it from my bag before I headed to college in the first case, even when corrected my tutor still called me Louise for half the lesson before another student put him right. I couldn't. I was too busy suppressing a fit of giggles. Amusement or identity crisis induced hysteria I really couldn't tell you. But that was yesterday and today we received our first skills test. Our tutor assures us that there is no pass or fail, merely competent or not competent, which is basically just a nice way of saying incompetent. Anyways this test lasts for 4 weeks, kinda like a project. I smell doom. Doom and incompetence.
To be honest I’m really having trouble drumming up the energy to go to college recently. Actually I’m having trouble drumming up the energy to go anywhere recently, work included. I have trouble getting out of bed in the mornings, I have difficulty getting there in the first place. My Facebook status being updated at 2:00 in the morning isn’t unknown. There’s nothing wrong with me - I’m not depressed, I have fun, eat good, get exercise, I don’t smoke or drink. But I am incredibly lazy. Its something I hope to improve on once I’ve moved back into my parents place, can’t go to bed to late or I’ll wake them up, if I don’t get up early enough I’ll miss my ride to work and will have to make the half hour hike there instead. Not that walking is a problem, I like walking, I can walk for miles providing its through woodland or a coastal path, not at 8:00 on a cold winters morning.
Really must stop being so lazy.
"I'm sorry I took the micky out of you for wearing your name badge now," says James, referring to the time I went to college straight from work "Its obviously needed."
I'm sorry I removed it from my bag before I headed to college in the first case, even when corrected my tutor still called me Louise for half the lesson before another student put him right. I couldn't. I was too busy suppressing a fit of giggles. Amusement or identity crisis induced hysteria I really couldn't tell you. But that was yesterday and today we received our first skills test. Our tutor assures us that there is no pass or fail, merely competent or not competent, which is basically just a nice way of saying incompetent. Anyways this test lasts for 4 weeks, kinda like a project. I smell doom. Doom and incompetence.
To be honest I’m really having trouble drumming up the energy to go to college recently. Actually I’m having trouble drumming up the energy to go anywhere recently, work included. I have trouble getting out of bed in the mornings, I have difficulty getting there in the first place. My Facebook status being updated at 2:00 in the morning isn’t unknown. There’s nothing wrong with me - I’m not depressed, I have fun, eat good, get exercise, I don’t smoke or drink. But I am incredibly lazy. Its something I hope to improve on once I’ve moved back into my parents place, can’t go to bed to late or I’ll wake them up, if I don’t get up early enough I’ll miss my ride to work and will have to make the half hour hike there instead. Not that walking is a problem, I like walking, I can walk for miles providing its through woodland or a coastal path, not at 8:00 on a cold winters morning.
Really must stop being so lazy.
Send More Paramedics
I’ve been in the Town Shop for a while yet and the one thing I haven’t gotten used to is the early openings. Ok, so 9:00 is technically a perfectly normal time for a shop to open, but lets be honest here - who really wants to be up at such an unholy hour? Seriously? I’m just not a morning person. The thought of dragging my carcass out of bed at 7:00 fills me with dread. I have reached the stage where one cup of coffee is not enough to kick start me, if you can class it as kick starting. Herbert West might have more luck getting me going than a cup of joe, less kick starting and more like re-animating. Gimmie three cups of strong black coffee and a can of redbull and maybe then I’ll stop shambling around the shop like a stray zombie from Resident Evil (the game not those awful movies).
While we’re at it I demand a cooked breakfast! A full English with lashings of hash browns, black pud and buttered toast, the pancakes with maple syrup and bacon! Omnomnom!
While we’re at it I demand a cooked breakfast! A full English with lashings of hash browns, black pud and buttered toast, the pancakes with maple syrup and bacon! Omnomnom!
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
The First Post
This isn't my first Blog, I have a Livejournal aswell, but I can't even remember the last time I updated that. I just wanted to start again without having to delete that journal. And now I have no idea what to write. Really I don't have a lot going on in my life right now, other than work, which is more than a little bit sad really.
Never mind. :)
It'll pick up soon! Halloweens coming and I'm hoping to spend that with my friends Debbie and Darren, no dressing up this year though - I'm a little dissapointed. I'll have to find a way of dressing up without dressing up if you see what I mean. And after that? Let the packing begin!! When the contract on my rented flat runs out next year I'm moving back in with my folks for a while. I have my reasons:
- I'm sick of renting and plan to save for a morgage, but I can't if all my cash is going on rent and bills.
- I'd really like a social life, but...well...rent and bills.
- I'm doing a night course at college, my exams will cost me £40 a pop and I can't even do those till I've spent £135 on joining the AAT. Hmmmm...education vs rent and bills?
- I want to travel. Which is a really brave thing for me since I'm such a scardy little mouse really. Doesn't take a lot to get me all scared 'n' frazzled, but there are so many places I'd like to go! I have a friend working in China, I'd like to visit her but I can't afford the travel costs. I'd like to go to America, Canada, Japan, Australia, Iceland, tons of different places...I can't even afford a passport!
Thats only some of my reasons. It doesn't help that a vets bill (big vets bill) has resulted in me owing my Nan money, quite a lot of money. I'm really sick of worrying about money. When I'm back at my Mum's I'll be able to afford to do all those things that someone my age has already done. I started renting at about 19/20 years old and while it gives you freedom of sorts, its not always good. I've got two rooms over my Mums which I'm going to Ikea the hell out of and a lot of junk in my flat that I've got to get rid off. This may take me some time...
So now I'm blogging again I'll be able to cover all that in here.
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