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5/17/05 08:12 pm - Tuesday Night Music Club

I'm listening to lots of old CDs and reminiscing tonight. It's fun.

I cannot believe that Kylie has been diagnosed with breast cancer. Isn't she some sort of health freak? She looks the total picture of health. Just shows it can happen to anyone. Scary. I hope she gets better soon, though -- it's Kylie! What a travesty.

I was actually almost 100% sure that I had spotted Colin Farrell the other day while I was waiting for a bus home. I really thought it might be him -- the likeness was uncanny ... but I'm pretty sure it wasn't, having thought about it, because why would Colin Farrell be waiting for the 206 bus in the middle of Dumbarton? It doesn't seem too likely, unfortunately.

I'm meeting with the 'chief' adviser of studies tomorrow morning to discuss my doomed university career. Marvellous fun, I'm sure. And I can't get silly images of a woman sitting cross-legged with a peace pipe and baggy purple trousers out of my head.

Hello to Miss Emma! *waves*

5/12/05 03:21 pm

Some fanny on the train stared at me the entire way from Glasgow to Balloch because I kept alternating albums after each invidual track -- playing half of the Libertines' CD and half of Ultimate Kylie -- on my iPod, at full volume. Um, hello?! Like you weren't enjoying the insane variety.

Went to Toys 'R' Us today ... and have been trying to think of the words to the little song ever since ... I love that store. I still get as excited as I did ten years ago. Didn't buy anything, but I have my eye on a few necessities for a flat, ie. giant gumball machine, popcorn maker and a slush machine. And there's a massive cuddly talking Tigger which hoo hoo hoo hoooos and says, 'you're never too old for a hug', which I must have immediately.

5/11/05 12:06 pm - Decisions, decisions

Wouldn't it be great if we could turn back time? I've just wasted almost an hour thinking about how beneficial that would be right now ... and now I can't believe that I've wasted almost an hour thinking about something that isn't even a mild possibility.

I don't know what I'm going to do with regards to university. I'm still not sure I even want to be there. Maybe I need to take some time off and do something completely different. This does not mean working for a year in my current job. That could very possibly finish me off completely. Natalie and I were looking at vacancies for Mediterranean holiday reps, yesterday. I think that'd be fun to try. Outrageously shit pay, but if all you're looking for is an escape for a few months and enough cash to live on, then why not? I've also looked at waiting/bar jobs for cruise ships. I really think what I need is to get away from here for a while.

However, I've just realised that it might be a possibility for me to resit one module that I took (and fucked up) this year, and still progress to second year, next semester. I'm not sure how this works, exactly, so I'm waiting for word back from my tutors and adviser and then hopefully I'll actually have an idea what's going on.

Mylo concert tomorrow night. Thank god. I'm so looking forward to having a fun night out.



Your Inner European is French!









Smart and sophisticated.

You have the best of everything - at least, *you* think so.

Who's Your Inner European?

5/6/05 12:29 am

Been a while since I've posted. Thousands of regular readers will be thrilled to see this long-awaited update.

Not a lot has been going on. I went to the launch night of a new cocktail menu at Moda last night. I'm hooked on French Martinis.

My exams are coming up -- that's fun. I'm just waiting for the summer to start so I can go back to just working and not having to worry about much.

And finally, there is a serious fucking shortage of decent, trustworthy people. I really don't think I trust anyone but myself.

4/6/05 12:08 am

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This site claims that I can find someone compassionate, intelligent and loving who wants to be with me, within seconds. Hmm. But at least now I know what I'm looking for.

3/27/05 12:35 am

My tattoo is starting to go all scabby. Nice.

I hate when Deacon Blue's 'Dignity' comes on in a bar. The DJ played it last night. It makes me cry every time I hear it. I'm not sure why.

I'm thinking about home, and I'm thinking about faith, and I'm thinking about work, and I'm thinking how good it would be to be here, someday, on a ship called 'dignity' ...

3/25/05 05:40 pm

I hear that some people don't drink alcohol on Good Friday, but I've just bought two bottles of red wine; one for my own consumption and one for the coq au vin I'm having for dinner.

I had such an odd dream last night. I was hosting some kind of party at my house, but I can't even really remember who was there. I'm assuming my friends were all there, but there were lots of people there who looked as though they were in their thirties, too. I know Laura was there, because I was cutting up some cheese and putting it on trays to pass around (ahem) and she answered the door to this random, fat woman in a long, black cloak. She let her inside my house, and when the woman said she was there to see my father, Laura sent her up to my room to wait for him until he got back. So I got pissed off at Laura, understandably, and kept shouting at her for sending this woman up to my room. I went up to throw her out, but when I got there, my door wouldn't open, so I had to force it open with a rolled-up carpet (which just conveniently appeared, presumably). When I got the door open, the cloaked woman was standing to the left of my door, holding a knife at her side. So I ran back downstairs and got everyone into my bathroom and locked the door, and was about to dial 999 on my mobile when someone (I'm not sure who) said, 'do you really think that's necessary?'. Then I woke up.

3/22/05 11:20 pm - Tattoo

Elaine and I got our tattoos today. It wasn't as painful as I had expected; it was a pretty weird sensation -- difficult to describe. I'm pleased with it, and it's not yet gone too red or horrible and scabby but apparently that can take a few days ... then I just have to wait for it to sort itself out and peel off and shit, et voila! Bootiful.

tattoo


close up

3/20/05 03:09 pm

Yesterday was horrible. Not only is work a total shambles with respect to how it's being run, but it's beginning to look like it might become a very unpleasant place to be, which is a shame because my colleagues have always been one of the main reasons I enjoy working there. Yesterday, however, after I had dragged myself out of bed at 6.30am to be there for 8, I just felt like I didn't want to be there. Once again, we were understaffed, meaning customers were waiting for longer than they should've been, leading to my workmates starting to piss each other off. I was observing this from the kitchen, where I was working yesterday, but it was affecting everyone in some way. Around noon, Michelle -- the girl who is currently working the other kitchen shift at the weekends -- decided that she was handing in her notice. So she finished what she was doing and went straight to our manager to tell her that she'd had enough. I don't blame her, but I wasn't thinking about what was inevitably going to happen next; and sure enough, within ten minutes of Michelle's return, my manager approached me to inform me that I would be required to work both my weekend shifts in the kitchen. I was doing the company a big favour by committing to work one, but putting me in there on both days is taking the fucking piss just a little. This means that the contract which I signed is now completely void; it's useless -- nothing on it is relevant, anymore. There's something wrong with that, and the fact that they don't want to hire another chef.

I started to feel quite ill in the early afternoon, and by about 2pm, I really just wanted to go home. I had a splitting headache on the right side of my head -- which I'm still feeling right now -- and I didn't want to eat anything all day. I went to bed at 9.30 last night, and I called in sick this morning because I don't feel well enough to deal with the shit. I still haven't eaten since Friday evening. And I honestly think it's because of how much pressure they think it's suitable to put us under at work. Michelle went back to tell our manager some of the reasons why she was leaving, since seemingly they wouldn't just accept her decision ... and to cut a long and unbelievably bitchy story short, the last thing I said to her was that if I was her, I wouldn't even come back to work my week's notice. I'm no lawyer, but I know that she has absolutely no obligation whatsoever to go anywhere near the place again, on the basic grounds of professional misconduct. For a hugely successful, independent department store, they certainly don't have much idea of how to run a business. I'm wondering if anything will change when they're taken over by House of Fraser, but I doubt it. The very fact that I found out about that while having a cup of tea and watching BBC News says it all.

Been reading Steinbeck's 'Cannery Row' in bed in an effort to cheer myself up. It's worked, amazingly. What a great book.

Happy birthday to Shelle! <3

3/18/05 05:59 pm - Addiction problem

What is my problem? I physically lack the ability to refrain from shopping. Elaine and I were enjoying a liquid lunch in the west end of the city this afternoon, when suddenly I grabbed her and forced her to come shopping with me. We were only going to have a quick look around, since she had to catch a train an hour and a half later, but in the first shop we entered, I managed to spend £65. At least I got a few things, since it was in the uber-cheap and trendy H&M, but in comparison to what I can normally spend in a couple of hours, that is extremely little. Fucking Switch.
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