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| Celeb spotting |
| 09.27.04 (3:26 am) [edit] |
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I just met Graham Norton and he was very nice (and surprisingly posh) and I feel all star-struck!
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| Ratmagick and tigerlilly... |
| 09.26.04 (9:06 am) [edit] |
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Dammit..Ratty and Tigerlilly, I've lost my links to your current weblogs...please remind me (and stay still ratty!)
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| Not another rat! |
| 09.26.04 (8:55 am) [edit] |
Today we bought gorgeous, fuzy, lilac rattie, McBain. Seeing as Derfel seemed intent on knocking seven bells out of Hobbes every time they were near (and Hobbes' scab still hasn't fallen off) we thought we'd better get him a playmate. So far they seem to be getting on well. McBain was a cheeky little muppet and started telling Hobbes off. Hobbes knocked him onto his back, McBain froze and has been Hobbes devoted slave since.
I think my school was in the news yesterday. read about a race riot in a school in the correct area...ok so it was unnamed but I'm willing to make a bet...
My back hurts again but I'm trying to keep that one quiet. Quite enjoying London life at the moment. Got a gross, sloppy face pack from Lush today and I can't wait to use it (and frighten Si hehehe.)
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| Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner... |
| 09.24.04 (3:40 am) [edit] |
I've come to the conclusion that there are several defining points to hit when becoming a Londoner. The one's I've hit so far is:
1) Communting to work.
2)Buying a monthly season ticket and feeling a bit miserable when, after a week, you've not actually had to show it or use it, leading you to think of all the money you would have saved if you hadn't actually bought one.
3) Buying a pashmina.
4)Getting on the wrong train, then discovering it's a direct route to a station miles away from where you actually wanted to be.
5) Getting black stuff under your finger-nails (and up your nose).
6)Walking down a street unable to hear a single language that matches your own.
7) Joining everyone else by totally ignoring approved crossings and pegging it across the road whenever there's a gap in traffic, with no care for life nor limb.
8)Spotting a celebrity.
9)Developing a vice-like grip around your handbag when out in public.
10)Setting your phone to silent because you don't want anyone to know you have a mobile.
11) Living totally beyong your means.
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| She's back! |
| 09.20.04 (9:53 am) [edit] |
It's ok, it's ok, you can stop your weeping and wailing. Shamisen is back in the building after a lengthy (for her) absence.
The reason being is that this last weekend was the last point in our lifestyle change. Yep, we moved house (me, Si and the ratties). Ohmigod, so much has happened. Basically, on friday we spent all day packing and cleaning (thanks mum and nan), then slept on the floor playing Mariokart in the evening. I hardly got any sleep because I was anxious and watching the most bizarre film I have ever seen (weird 70's chiller about a man who acts like a baby. It sullies the good name of crap.) We left Plymouth on Saturday morning at 7am and travelled up to Kent in fairly warm weather (the rats weren't impressed.) Loads of hold-ups on the M25 so we were late, but thankfully we were in the flat by 1.30pm. It's such a lvely flat (and will be lovelier still when we finally finish unpacking.) In some ways it's nicer than our last flat, in other ways not so nice. The kitchen is horrible but the landlord is thinking of doing it up soon, which probably means he won't but we'll survive.
On Sunday we popped into towen and I got my train season ticket (which made me excited beyond words). Then today was my first day at work.
The company is very cool. The offices are more like small cities. I look stunning in my security pass (who else can say that???) We had training all day. Boring lectures on the history of the company, the finances of the company, the ethics of the company (snore. Really struggled to stay awake). But the talks on health and safety were quite interested and the company provides so many services to keep the workers happy that I'm sure they'd wipe my bum if I asked them to in a memo. We had a talk on security, which was quite scary, but they also gave us talks on personal safety outside work, which I thought was nice. We were even given attack alarms.
Got home 6.40 and now I'm going to tackle the kitchen again (you ain't seen nothing yet mum.)
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| hehehe |
| 09.10.04 (12:04 pm) [edit] |
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I've got Ratty hooked on Neopets la-la-la. Will you be my neo-friend ratty? Oh, btw can you e-mail my password for your chatboard...forgotten it already!
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| My intentions |
| 09.10.04 (4:31 am) [edit] |
Well, my intentions today have been good. I woke up fairly early and spent 5 hours cleaning the flat from top to bottom. Considering I have 4 rats, it smells really rather nice. The reason for this mad and (some might say) unprecedented display of housework was because my flat was being viewed (the guy, the first person to view the flat, has decided to take it). Bronte and Hobbes weren't impressed because I had to put them in their carry-cases and hide them under the bed for half an hour - the landlord thinks I only have 2 rats.
Then I did some phone calls - finally got 'round to cancelling my NUT subscription and, as mum and dad have finally decided they WILL be our guarantors (yay!) I got the green light from our new landlord. So from now on, full steam ahead.
What I MEANT to do this afternoon was catch up with all my correspondence - something like 15 emails to right. I also have to phone btinternet about my internet subscription. What I will probably be doing is spending the next few hours playing neopets, to which I have lately become totally hooked. We'll see.
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| Chat away |
| 09.08.04 (4:20 am) [edit] |
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Been adding some new features to my blog - a cute bunny and a chatterbox. Please use it too!
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| Bitching again |
| 09.08.04 (12:32 am) [edit] |
Now I accept that life can't be perfect. God knows I try to make things good. So why is it that my dad, the one person who I want to support me, is trying his hardest to make my life more difficult?
Last week my parents agreed to be guarantors for my new flat. They were the only people we could ask. On the basis of their agreement, me and Si put down £320 as a deposit. Yesterday my mum hinted that they might be changing their mind. Ten days before I'm due to move. 12 days before I start my new job. Without money to even go flat hunting again.
My dad is clearly behind this - i know my mum wants to still act as guarantor. He said to her that it was because I didn't have home insurance (because I'm a stupid bitch, allegedly) despite the fact I have got home insurance and have done since I started renting. Now it's because if I die, he doesn't want to be responsible for my rent. So glad to know that in the event of my death my dad will be most concerned about financial matters. It all boils down to trust and control. He doesn't trust me and he's effing mad that he can't control me any more. The evidence:
a) His long and upsetting rant at me about what a disappointment I am to him, and how I'm ruining his life (when I told him I'd quit teaching and was moving to London to restart a career.)
b)His refusal to help us move in any way at all (financial, emotional or physical support). His reason: he's helped me move twice and he doesn't want to do it again. (two days of his life. When my sister moved house he went up there every weekend day for about four months to help her with the garden.)
c) The threat that he won't come to mine and Si's wedding if we do it the way we want to do it.
d)The fact he calls me a slag, slut, bitch if I do anything he disagrees with.
e) In his infinite wisdom, my dad knows more about the issues in my life (teaching, ad's, the borough in London we're moving to) than I do, based on the fact he knows someone who went through similar. Any attempts to reason with him are ignored or shouted down.
There are others but I can't write, they're too upsetting. Crying as it is. If he changes his mind about this guarantor business, I doubt I'll speak to him again. I'm fed up of his total lack of support and ways of putting me down. I'm 24, well past teenage temper tantrums, and I'm fed up of the way he treats me. No-one else wants to OD because of their dad.
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| Sweaty |
| 09.07.04 (1:41 am) [edit] |
I am getting very hot. Damned infernal summer, will it never end? Now me, I'm a winter person. Gimme frosty nights that make your cheeks pink and give you an excuse to snuggle up to a hunky male!
Returned my marked essays back to school this morning. Didn't stay long as I'm expecting a removals guy to pop around some time today. Saw Sue and Tina, which was lovely. Only their second day back and already things look a bit hectic. Ran into three ex-students who each started asking me where such-and-such a book was. My response was simply, "I don't work here anymore," and then I laughed, long and hard, as their faces displaid a delicious mix of bewilderment!
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| I have nothing to say |
| 09.06.04 (12:43 am) [edit] |
Today, my mine is a blank. Possibly I'm still wrapped up in the dreams that I had last night. Maybe it's because the new school term starts properly today and, while all my friends are at work, I sit alone, at home, craving some human contact and sending off many and varied emails. Sigh.
Actually, I have to do some marking. I went through my teaching stuff yesterday and managed to junk about a third. The rest of it either has to be returned or marked and returned. I have 13 essays I promised to have marked by tomorrow. I'll get that done no probs...marked some of them already, but the thought of returning to school and bumping into pupils all saying : 'we thought you'd left miss,' doesn't fill me with joy. Though it will be nice to see my friends one last time.
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| Innocent children |
| 09.04.04 (3:03 am) [edit] |
Today I have been appalled by what has been shown on the news. I have been watching it nearly all day and it has sickened me. There have been so many disgusting things in the world lately it makes me wonder if I should have children.
Si has been in Nottingham for his Uncle's funeral today. I couldn't go as we couldn't afford two tickets. He won't be back until past 11 0'clock pm, poor thing. He's had such a long day - at least it's the weekend tomorrow! I, on the other hand, have had a moderately relaxing day. I have cleaned the house and begun idly packing. I have also done a bit of writing, and I wanna go do some more. Bye bye.
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| New Flat |
| 09.02.04 (2:52 am) [edit] |
Si and I went to Bromley yesterday and we finally have a flat! It's a lovely two-bed apartment part furnished (which means we now have a love set of new sofas, a dining room table and chairs and a coffee table). Paper work is being done at the mo but fingers crossed should be ours (to rent) by next week! We'll move on the 18th.
The main thing that worries me is that Si doesn't have a job yet. And if he doesn't get one soon, I won't be able to make rent.
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