I am tired, but not as tired as General tiredness. He knows how to spread it around though. I'm considering going to bed at nine o'clock, which is kind of ridiculous but may actually mean that I feel awake and almost capable of functioning. In other news I still need a job, I don't have time to write applications for jobs, I don't have time to do this but I can't be bothered right now, I've worked for the last fourteen days straight and probably deserve a night off, right?
I also have rakimelo, so you know, that works too. I have cool raki cups to go with it, fire and water, best idea ever. This may explain why I have the worst skin ever right now, along with the chocolate. It's trying to rain outside, which is very mean of it. I was hoping that this good weather might hold out until the weekend at least, or the first of September when I'm actually allowed to stop working. Blah, see you on the flip side.
Monday, 15 August 2011
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Towards a spirit of writing stuff
Someone once told me that the best way to start writing is to just write a little each day. So this is my little. I'm right in the middle of writing a last minute application right now (as per usual) so I'm spending a ridiculous amount of time at work. My plan for tomorrow consists of going swimming, going to work and then sleeping. One day I shall have a different job and may actually have time to do things outside work - this is probably wishful thinking. Anyways, that's where I'm at right now. Don't you just love the summer?
Saturday, 21 May 2011
Stupid toe
My toe still hurts. I wouldn't mind if it actually looked impressive but as it's on the sole of my foot and therefore does not receive half as much sympathy from people. What's the point in being injured if you don't have a huge bandage to show for it?
No movement yet on the job front, and I'm far too miserable to talk about it at the minute so I'll move on. I'm just so bored at the minute, I want to go somewhere new! Thank goodness for weekends, for which my parents are arriving in about half an hour. This has precipitated much manical cleaning, I think that it nearly looks presentable now. Although I did get up at 7:15 this morning, very wrong for a Saturday. I feel like I should be saving up all of my lie-ins and using them to their full extent. In case I have kids one day and I'm never allowed one ever again...
It's also supposed to be the rapture today, which would make all of my cleaning attempts pretty unnecessary. It also makes me even more annoyed that someone's decided to move Dr. Who to a 6:45pm start time. I hope whoever is in charge of starting programming off down there isn't terribly pious...
Right, better get back to the organising, I think that I need to find a bigger plaster for my toe...
No movement yet on the job front, and I'm far too miserable to talk about it at the minute so I'll move on. I'm just so bored at the minute, I want to go somewhere new! Thank goodness for weekends, for which my parents are arriving in about half an hour. This has precipitated much manical cleaning, I think that it nearly looks presentable now. Although I did get up at 7:15 this morning, very wrong for a Saturday. I feel like I should be saving up all of my lie-ins and using them to their full extent. In case I have kids one day and I'm never allowed one ever again...
It's also supposed to be the rapture today, which would make all of my cleaning attempts pretty unnecessary. It also makes me even more annoyed that someone's decided to move Dr. Who to a 6:45pm start time. I hope whoever is in charge of starting programming off down there isn't terribly pious...
Right, better get back to the organising, I think that I need to find a bigger plaster for my toe...
Friday, 13 May 2011
An Unfortunate Incident
I haven't heard anything from the job I've applied for, as the closing date was now two weeks ago I'm assuming that I'm not getting an interview. Never mind, on to the next one!
It's Friday, which this week was a great relief as it's the first full week I've had to work in a while. I was knackered this afternoon, motivation was seriously lacking! I bought something exciting for my tea, as a treat for getting through the week, came home, and decided to do a headstand. This, it turns out, was a particularly bad idea. I carefully lined my head up in a triangle with my hands (as I was taught at primary school, I'm nothing if not obedient) and carefully raised my legs into the air. Success! I straightened my legs feeling ridiculously proud of myself. Unfortunately I had forgotten that the direction was most likely to fall in was away from where I started. As a consequence I'd decided to do this miraculous headstand right next to the chest of drawers I use as a kitchen worktop (the joys of living in a bedsit), I fell neatly into it, and the mechanical pencil sat on the edge of the worktop managed to bury itself into my little toe.
I'm not good with blood, or more specifically I'm not good with my blood. I turned my foot over and could see blood bubbling out from under the flap of skin left from where the pencil went in. At this point I knew that I was in trouble, I was having visions of having to call my friends, and get them to take me to the accident unit and then explain to the nurse exactly how I managed to injure myself. I scrabbled around for a plaster large enough to envelop my toe, all the while dripping blood on the floor, finally remembering that I had stuck them all in my wash bag last time I went abroad. I stuck one around my toe and then sat there staring at it, slightly afraid that the blood would start pouring out of it, soaking it in an instant and necessitating stitches. Fortunately it didn't, I am now on my second plaster and blood is still seeping through a bit, but it's not half as bad as it was. Note to self: Headstands are bad for you, and not in the way you might think.
It's Friday, which this week was a great relief as it's the first full week I've had to work in a while. I was knackered this afternoon, motivation was seriously lacking! I bought something exciting for my tea, as a treat for getting through the week, came home, and decided to do a headstand. This, it turns out, was a particularly bad idea. I carefully lined my head up in a triangle with my hands (as I was taught at primary school, I'm nothing if not obedient) and carefully raised my legs into the air. Success! I straightened my legs feeling ridiculously proud of myself. Unfortunately I had forgotten that the direction was most likely to fall in was away from where I started. As a consequence I'd decided to do this miraculous headstand right next to the chest of drawers I use as a kitchen worktop (the joys of living in a bedsit), I fell neatly into it, and the mechanical pencil sat on the edge of the worktop managed to bury itself into my little toe.
I'm not good with blood, or more specifically I'm not good with my blood. I turned my foot over and could see blood bubbling out from under the flap of skin left from where the pencil went in. At this point I knew that I was in trouble, I was having visions of having to call my friends, and get them to take me to the accident unit and then explain to the nurse exactly how I managed to injure myself. I scrabbled around for a plaster large enough to envelop my toe, all the while dripping blood on the floor, finally remembering that I had stuck them all in my wash bag last time I went abroad. I stuck one around my toe and then sat there staring at it, slightly afraid that the blood would start pouring out of it, soaking it in an instant and necessitating stitches. Fortunately it didn't, I am now on my second plaster and blood is still seeping through a bit, but it's not half as bad as it was. Note to self: Headstands are bad for you, and not in the way you might think.
Thursday, 5 May 2011
I'm not very good at this...
But that's partly why I'm doing it. Sharing isn't my strong point, in fact other people in general terrify me - but I'm supposed to be trying to get over that. So I'm going online to talk about it, must be mad but there you are.
In which case I think that the best thing to do is to list the things which scare me most, once they're out in the open what else is there to fear?
So working in reverse order, just to build the suspense, I give you -
5. Writing: I hate writing and suffer from terrible writers block. This explains why this is my fourth blog, hopefully this will last slightly longer than the others.
4. Heights: I hate heights, I'm generally quite good at pretending that I don't though so you probably wouldn't know it if you know me. I went up the leaning tower of Pisa but refused to go on the lowest side once I got to the top. I have an overactive imagination.
3. Waking up after nights out: I come out with the most ridiculous things when drunk and always remember EVERYTHING. This is not a good thing and leads to much over analysing whilst lying in bed feeling rubbish the next morning.
2. Exercise: I like ballet and that's pretty much it. Running is out because I have weird knees (that's official advice from the medical profession) and team sports are excluded by point 1. I have tried Yoga but there was too much breathing and not enough stretching, I need something that challenges me to think rather than just getting my heart rate up. All suggestions are very welcome!
1. Other people: as mentioned above, they confuse me and involve much second guessing. As a consequence I'd rather just avoid too much interaction with people that scare me (anyone more important than I am, I can mostly cope with anyone else). I'm trying to be better but it's hard and involves many deep breathes and occasional hours spent hiding under my desk. I'm getting better though, honest!
So that's pretty much me, I suppose it's worth starting with. I have a job at the minute but it'll finish in the next few months so I'm trying to find something else. Otherwise my life is pretty dull, I'm single, in my mid-twenties, and trying to sort my life out while most of my friends get married and start to have babies. So pretty hopeless really. I just want a really long holiday with a job to go to at the end of it. Not much to ask, surely?
In which case I think that the best thing to do is to list the things which scare me most, once they're out in the open what else is there to fear?
So working in reverse order, just to build the suspense, I give you -
5. Writing: I hate writing and suffer from terrible writers block. This explains why this is my fourth blog, hopefully this will last slightly longer than the others.
4. Heights: I hate heights, I'm generally quite good at pretending that I don't though so you probably wouldn't know it if you know me. I went up the leaning tower of Pisa but refused to go on the lowest side once I got to the top. I have an overactive imagination.
3. Waking up after nights out: I come out with the most ridiculous things when drunk and always remember EVERYTHING. This is not a good thing and leads to much over analysing whilst lying in bed feeling rubbish the next morning.
2. Exercise: I like ballet and that's pretty much it. Running is out because I have weird knees (that's official advice from the medical profession) and team sports are excluded by point 1. I have tried Yoga but there was too much breathing and not enough stretching, I need something that challenges me to think rather than just getting my heart rate up. All suggestions are very welcome!
1. Other people: as mentioned above, they confuse me and involve much second guessing. As a consequence I'd rather just avoid too much interaction with people that scare me (anyone more important than I am, I can mostly cope with anyone else). I'm trying to be better but it's hard and involves many deep breathes and occasional hours spent hiding under my desk. I'm getting better though, honest!
So that's pretty much me, I suppose it's worth starting with. I have a job at the minute but it'll finish in the next few months so I'm trying to find something else. Otherwise my life is pretty dull, I'm single, in my mid-twenties, and trying to sort my life out while most of my friends get married and start to have babies. So pretty hopeless really. I just want a really long holiday with a job to go to at the end of it. Not much to ask, surely?
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