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... a wee snap of my new 'do.
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I'm watching River City the now and they've got a BROTHEL in it. I'm sure they've got a coke storyline on the go as well. Amazing. <3
I have two massive bruises on my leg from decking it in work yesterday... luckily I was only carrying two wee dips as opposed to meals or drinks. Still, it was mobbed and sore and very embarrassing. Someone CHEERED as well, the bastard.
Got my hair cut on Wednesday, shorter than its EVER been. Love it though. Got my first English essay back as well, got a B1 for it. Yus! Was thinking bout starting another today but my ideas are a bit all over the place, might just read instead. Work tonight's the Optimo 10th birthday, it'll probably be mobbed but meh. Gonna try and work hunners over Christmas, raise some cash for the sales. My party spirit's still dead as disco but I'm sure it'll revive itself in time for the holidays.
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Yas! Got my essay finished and handed in a day early so I don't need to go into uni AT ALL tomorrow. Did it on Peep Show, so that I could justify watching lots of the new series by claiming it's Serious Revision. I technically don't need to do any more essays til after Christmas, but I'm gonna knock out another English one (or perhaps two) before the deadline on the 12th.
Getting my hair cut and dyed tmrw, for the first time since I moved into the flat. Seven and a half months. I can't even remember what it's like to have nice hair.
Weekend in Dunoon was fun, although we cut it short cos of bad weather / lack of house keys. The wee flat's looking gorgeous, miles away from the leaky, wasps-nest-ridden, horrible brown decor-laden one I remember from years ago.
Work soon. I'll update properly later.
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Hello forgotten journal.
This past month I've been very studious, read a fair few Victorian novels (including two 800+ page monsters) Quite enjoying uni the now, although I've got an essay due this Friday that I'm not loving.... I foolishly spent last week's reading week working extra shifts/lazing about reading Wuthering Heights, which isn't even one of the texts I'm using. Ah well. We don't actually HAVE to hand an essay in, but if we do we'll get it back marked so we can tart it up before we hand it in properly, so there's NO WAY i'm not doing it.
On a semi-related note I've been listening to hunners of Kate Bush.
Not really been partying that much this month. Saw Caitlin on Saturday but we were just on the booze, and home by 2. The stuff that's been floating about lately doesn't have much of a kick to it, is a bit nauseating and causes THE WORST insomnia, so it's like... what's the point? During the holidays I didn't really mind wasting entire days feeling like shit but now it seems like a total waste of time I could spend reading or doing something productive. Old lady, here. My waistline's clearly not loving all this "being sensible" malarkey, I'm back up to 8st 8lbs.
My bumblebee costume EVENTUALLY arrived so I got to wear it for Halloween, huzzah! Didn't party for it, but worked Optimo Espookio and the Catwalk on the Wednesday. The latter shift was dire cos I was dying from the previous night (Tani's birthday, Buff Club, made it home by 3 but had hellish insomnia, managed to watch THREE series of Peepshow) but it was just a wee baby 5-hour one, so it was awright. Also scored some free booze for having 1 of the 3 best costumes. (Y)
Next weekend I'm working every shift then the weekend after I've got a HOLIDAY to help my parents relocate to Dunoon. Madness.
Keith's still snoozing and Lola's making herself a den. I'm envious of both.
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[20 Sep 2007|03:16pm] |
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So much for my “I hate drinking” claim. Last Monday Keith and I got steaming in the flat: he was on the Bucky and the beer, I was on the CIDER for the first time in five zillion years. It's not as yummy as I remember it. Got pizza and chipscheesencurry sauce before KO-ing around 2ish... then up uber-early for Pring at the Met. Was feeling surprisingly awright all the way through, maybe just because I'd sobered up a tad before I crashed oot. Worked 10-4 there, then 6-10 in the shop, then home to get ready for more boozing. Keith came up at midnightish and we headed to Killer Kitsch. Waaay more rammed than I remember. Had a good night, good tunes etc but wasn't a proper big one: felt really nauseous and wasn't really feeling as fucked as I shoulda been. Rocked back around 3 and (sod's law) couldn't sleep AT ALL. Eventually crashed at 7.30 and got like, an hour's sleep. Was Pring again that day, which was brutal, but WAY quieter than the previous day, thank god. Got away early so slept from 4 til 9.... then midnight til 10 the next day. Sleep cures all. Thursday I read a fair bit then worked in the Sub Club (painfully quiet)... Friday I worked the Catwalk and Subby, I think... Saturday was Catwalk 2-7 then Monox. Keith n I had been planning that night oot for ages but he was obviously ruined after his mad week of partying. Had a good laugh, saw Caitlin, chatted with Lo and Dan, but we werent too fucked and Keith was obv shattered so we headed home around 2. Made a pact that next month we're gonna get totally annihilated for it. Got pizza and chips (again), he crashed oot, and I tried in vain to understand that mad Revolver movie... didn't help that the DVD was skipping all over the shop. Sunday we just chilled, I worked Optimo.
Yesterday I had all my uni meetings... kinda depressing that we're getting exams in two years for the stuff we're studying NOW. My memory isn't that good! The stuff we do this year is only like, 25% of our marks but I'm gonna try and read hunners and do a fair few essays so I'm easing the load for next year. I'm actually really liking these Victorian texts anyway. In Film & TV they made out we weren't likely to get our first choices for modules.... but I did! TV Sitcom and Investigating Cyberspace, yus. So that's me pretty much got my full timetable.... Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday I've only got one class: a lecture 12-1. Thursday's a bit busier and Friday's pretty brutal (9.30-5, no breaks, and that's the only weekday evening I can get work shifts!) but overall I reckon I've got a pretty sweet deal. Gonna try and keep up all 3 jobs during term time if I can... I only do 4 hours in the shop, and the Catwalk have only been giving me 5-12 hours a week (all over the weekend) anyway so it seems daft to quit.
Yesterday I spent my last £20 on a coat from Primark. I've got more in the bank but the mortgage is coming out in 5 days, and I'm para about whether my paycheque will cover it. I'm also owed £500+ from a coupla different people but it's weird feeling poor (even fake-poor) all of a sudden.... keeps reminding me of Henry Miller and John Fante. I had to borrow a pound off my sis to buy Lambrini tonight. I've been spending squillions on takeaways recently so hopefully having no dosh will curb that horrible habit. Half of me wants to go back to healthy eating but it seems kinda pointless when my lovely, greasy, sugary diet isn't making me fat. Last Monday I used my parents' scales (since ours are clearly shite) AFTER a massive dinner of macaroni cheese, chips and chocolate biscuits and it claimed I was 8st 3lbs. Whit?! Either my metabolism just became amazing, or I've got that weird thyroid disease that that GMTV woman had. I'm happy either way.
ANYWAY. Today I finally went on a mad hunt for our mail collection place. (I've already had 2 parcels returned to their senders because I was too lazy to look before.) It's MILES AWAY. I also started Bleak House (surprisngly absorbing) and pretended I was going to clean the bathroom, only the cat distracted me. Damn Lola. Seems I spend half my life waving at her shouting “HIYA PAL!” while she sits looking highly unimpressed. Laura and I are contemplating getting another wee kitten... or two? The house already smells of cat and we figure one of the reasons Lola's so naughty is cos she doesn't have any cat pals. (She's still trying to eat with her paws and use loo roll. I think we need another puss to show her that it's okay to be a cat.)
I bought my Halloween costume the other week. It hasn't arrived yet but it totally kicks ass.
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The only thing better would be if Lo fulfilled her promise to dress up as a Mooncup.
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I'm spending much less time on the net these days but I didnt realise it was NINE WEEKS since my last entry. (MySpace and Bebo have been getting a bit more attention, I'm afraid...) I note a few folk've added me since then, so Hi New Pals. :)
I'm writing this on my sexyass new Toshiba laptop, aka Lappy Jnr. Got it last week but loading it with tunes took priority over LJ.
Summer's continued to be good (despite the shite weather makin it feel unsummery)... just been working, chilling and partying in relatively healthy amounts. I've been drunk 3 times in the past month, more than I have been in the preceding FOUR. Fun times, but it just reminds me why I hate booze... I get so agro and tired. Think I'll stick to just getting tipsy then... er... switching over.
Lack of booze may explain why I've not gotten fat yet, which must surely be an oversight on God's part. Considering my diet these days consists primarily of Hula Hoops, pizza, and chips cheese n curry sauce. And I never exercise, though I've been buying "Zest" to pretend I'm gonna try and get fit. I deffo don't look like I'm verging on underweight, but my BMI's (ridiculously) 18.7 now. I used to hate people like me.
Can't believe I'm going back to uni in less than a fortnight. I'm actually quite liking this work / no study malarkey. Feeling pretty positive about heading back though, I didnt read the twelve books on the Victorian reading list as I'd optimistically planned, but I've almost finished 4 of the recommended five. Gonna blitz the last one next week.
Keith and I are still all loved up and spending ridiculous amounts of time together. (Sorry, boys.) Been arguing a tad more than usual, but there's a vaid reason for it and we know it'll have passed by the end of the month. Tried "regretamine" together last week, which was lotsa fun. I like that it's been six months and we still love getting spangled together.
I don't like these blanket "this is what's happened in the past 2 months" entries, just makes everythin sound so dull. Hopefully with me now owning Lappy I'll be able to get back to the more regular posts with lotsa pics. And commenting a bit more, seems like I've got 5 jillion old friends entries to swatch.
This week I'm working hunners but got Saturday night off to hit Monox.
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Another full month since an update? Whoa.
Glasto was fun but veeeery muddy. Only Lo and I went. We just worked, got spangled and rolled about the tent tripping. The actual festival was full of weirdos, and NO-ONE could understand our accents. Mad. The 10 hour car journey home (on a comedown and reeking) was a JOY but we're glad we went. (Y)
Ended up getting that barjob I mentioned before, seems pretty good. Way more chilled than the Subby, but not totally boring either. I'm still shit at the cocktails though.
The Subclub's TOTALLY changed these past few weeks, so many new staff and only about 6 of us older ones left. At first I was a bit glum about it (end of an era etc) but all the new folk seem really decent. They're all 18/19 though, I feel so oooooold. Had to be chargehand last Sunday as well, figured it'd be a total nightmare but it went pretty okayish.
Stuff with Keith's still goin really well, though we had a couple of post-Glasto fights. Think it's just cos we haven't really spent that long apart (5 days?) since we've started going out (!) Last night he left mine at 4am in a huff, cos apparantly I was shouting "GET KEITH OUT" in my sleep. I know I was talking about a bottle of booze called Keith, and not him, but I don't think he believed me when I said so. Whoops.
Today I'm round at my mum's house, gutting my old room. Keep finding loadsa lovely childhood crap, but I'm being RUTHLESS and binning most of it.
Oh! Dunno if I mentioned it in the last entry but I got my results back and I'M INTO JOINT HONOURS! Amazing. I'd pretty much given up hope of winging the film exam (trying to learn the entire course in an afternoon + giving up and drinking cider with a spangled Laura = not good exam prep) and was pinning all my hopes on getting into English Lit (which I wasn't even sure I'd make) but HUZZAH! All's fine. Next year I reallyreallyreally need to sort my act oot though, I don't think I'll manage to bluff my way through Honours and I can't stand that really sick feeling u get when u know you've not done enough study. I've already got all my course books, and made a start on em. Hopin to get back to being tnhe Studious Sarah of 5th year.
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Been ages since an update. Still loveloveloving the new flat. Never did get round to a proper flatwarming, but had a coupla impromptu, post-work 7am miniparties. One involved a bouncer pissing on my sister's bedroom carpet and the other involved a Bucky bottle chucked oot the window but generally speaking they were pretty civilised.
Exams are over! They went... alright, I think. I did VERY well in curbing the partying in the run-up to them, but not so well in the actual studying front. The temptation to dive to Optimo the night before my 9.30 Monday exam was very nearly irresistable. I dunno, I'm glad they're over but it's also like "RIGHT WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH MYSELF ALL SUMMER?" Really need to get another job before I climb the walls, papped my CV about and there's a bar that seemed pretty interested, but I think it's mostly just weekend shifts they'd want me to do. Would be amazing if I could just get a weekday fulltime barjob and work the Subby over the weekends. Still loving that job, really not wanting to give it up.
What else...? Lola got an operation and was So Drugged Up when she came back, Lo and I spent that Friday night staying in the flat and crying over what a poor wee soul she was. Bit mad an spinsterish but we do love her so. Thankfully she's back to her lovely glamourous self, although she's still got a wee bald patch on her side.
Stuff with Keith's going amazingly, he's so lovely. It's going on three months now and still seems really exciting, and it's amazingly me living in town cos it means we can spend lotsa time together. He even bought me perfume as "a wee thing for finishing your exams" aww! It's his birthday on Sunday and I can't afford anything decent for him, but I'm gonna cook him up dinner and make him a birthday cake to try n make up for the lack of a decent pressie.
I've *almost* finished unpacking. Only been 7/8 weeks? Just one massive pile of clothes to sort through and wardrobe-ifie. But I have alphabetised my DVDs, books and CDs. Cos I'm a pure loser.
Oh aye, I turned 20 a while ago. So grown up! Had a lovely birthday but ended up spending a couple of hours in A&E cos I was wheezing really badly and my sister was stressing. Nothing serious, but. Just a bit bizzare spending part of your birthday there! Was well ironic, the oxygen they gave me in the ambulance sorted me right out but I still had to wait to get checked oot.
Last night Caitlin, Tricia and I went to the Artschool and then went back to the flat to hide under the table and drink tea. I'm currently rocking along on 90 minutes sleep but feeling surprisingly awright. Work at 10 tonight, might be a whitey.
I sorta wish I had something to complain about so this wasn't YET ANOTHER sickeningly happy entry, but there's really nothing bugging me. I can't afford a haircut so my hair's looking a bit shite, will that do?
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We've moved in. It's BEYOND AMAZING. Keep expecting some guy to walk in and ask us what the hell we're doing in his flat, cos it feels FAR too plush for the likes of us. But it also feels like home already. So happy with how everything's goin at the moment.
Most of my recent pics from nights out are up on my MySpace blog if you're wanting a swatch. I'll probably paste em up here at some point but we've got no net access at the flat at the mo. Hence why my LJ / MySpace comments have been limited... just in case anyone thought I was dingying them.
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Everyone should download this song. Wee bit cheesy but So Damn Good.
Can't be bothered doing a big entry... besides, the lack of comments makes me think nobody cares. ;)
Things've been going AMAZINGLY lately anyway. Less partying, but still got a social life. Got over most of my paranoia about my brain being ruined. Lotsa packing in preparation for the Big Move, kinda sad but dead exciting. Been doin more reading etc too... using this Easter break to get sorted for uni. No big essays due til mid-April. Stuff with the new man's been going scarily well. Eating habits have been TERRIBLE (sheer complacence) but I've miraculously not gained any weight, and about to embark on a major health kick. Honest.
Here's some pictures from Saturday night. Next time I try and be a smug pouting bastard just gies a good slap.
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Last night I dreamt I read half of Ulysses, and it was actually really exciting.
The night before that I dreamt I was a shit waitress who kept getting orders wrong and crying about it. And that I cheated with some really ugly guy cos I forgot I had a boyfriend til the very last bit.
Last week I had a total horror of a dream where I was at a party in Gartnavel, having fits and vomiting black tar all over myself cos I'd taken these massive, hand-sized pills. Worst part was when I realised it must be a dream so I started feeling my hands AND THEY WERE REAL. Woke up and kept feeling down the front of my top for dried-in vomit, was so surprised when I realised it must've just been a dream. Wonder what it all means...?
Proper update later. Maybe. This is just essay procrastination, AGAIN.
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Fucking EVERY TIME I promise I won't leave essays til the last minute, and every time I do. I'm also to do a presentation tmrw... dragging my sleep-deprived carcass into class to drool about The Waste Land should be a lol-fest. Both essay and presentation are just about half-done. My "I'm not going to bed til it's finished" logic isn't serving me well tonight... usually I just suck it up and do it but tonight I'm STILL all about the procrastination. Watched a 90 minute show on size 0s then crept outta the house for a sneaky midnight smooch with the boy. And now I'm updating Livejournal. :|
If I'm really focused I'll get it all done by 3. If that doesn't happen I'll just like, not sleep. 1000-odd words in 8 hours? SO do-able. I'm feeling surprisingly positive about all this (Y)
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Cheers to everyone who commented on my last entry. I'm feeling way better about everything these days. (Y)
Got loads to update on but can't really be fucked. Two Saturdays ago was DEATH DISCO, which was... bizarre? Loved it last time but most of the tune's weren't really doin it for me and the crowd wasn't great. Lo felt the same so we fired down the Subby at about 2, where the tunes were AMAZING. Ended up at some party but I started getting edgy cos I didn't know many folk... pics are rubbish cos it was just me and Lo most of the night:
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Last week I was working in the club a fair bit. Wednesday was DJ Craze which was So Boring when behind the bar... thankfully I got an early and my sis, her pal and a few of the work gals were out partying, so I joined em. Felt dead bad for the rest of the barstaff though, thought it'd last til midnight but it went on til about 2. Thursday was Annie Mac which was FUCKING AMAZING... just flew in cos the tunes were so good. Went straight home so I'd make uni in the morning. Friday was uni, snoozing then... Kinky Afro, I think? First two hours were dire but not too bad after that. Stayed for drinks and ended up having a bit of a smooch with a guy from work. Hadn't realised before cos I was with Danny for so long (and before that I'd only really flirt when wasted) but I'm *totally* shite with boys I like... as in painfully shy, schoolgirl, can't-even-string-a-sentence-together type stuff. S'all good though, he's pretty shy too so we figured we'll just get spangled together to get the chat flowing (Y) Last Saturday I worked then partied (only a wee bit) and Sunday I slept all day. Had the night off so hit Lisa's for some wine and chat with Caitlin, then to OPTIMO. First time I've been there not working, had a really good time. Ended up at Lisa's for a wee party with the work folk (where there was FAR too much talk of teabagging) then rocked home about 2. Lisa had the EXACT same camera as me and I got confused about which one we were using, so I only got about 8 photos. And most of them are rubbish. Here's one anyway:
This week...? Wednesday was my mum's birthday, so I went shopping with the sis. Spent a fucking ridiculous £67 in Primark BUT that includes 4 pairs of boots, lotsa jewellery, two hoodies, 3 bras and more. Had to go down a bra size, I thought I was too much of a feminist to get depressed about such superficial stuff but alas! I'm not. In the evening I made tikka masala for the birthday tea, which was AMAZING if I do say so myself. Fired up to Rea's later for wine and chat with Holly and Malcolm (can't believe I forgot that £20 again, sorry Holly!) but was in bed by midnight. Started watching A Scanner Darkly which I'm only gonna attempt again when I'm COMPLETELY sober. Thursday night (the other) Holly came up for some Long Vodkas then we hit the Artschool (5 to 11, got free entry) but Holdo wasn't feeling great so boosted soon after. Ended up kicking about the ArtSchool on my own, found some weirdos to chat to so I didn't look like a TOTAL loner, but found Caitlin in the loos soon after. Huzzah! Bunch of other work folk turned up... afterwards we partied at Andys (where silly boys were convincing each other to snort dishwasher powder?!) and got home about midday. More pics, again not the best:
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Straight to bed, then straight up to head out for Lo's birthday thang. Was feeling a bit knackered (and lookin Rough as Fuck) but soon perked up... had wine at Lo's, a lovely dinner at Barry's, then to see Goldie at the Classic Grande. I'm not a massive fan of D&B but was loving the tunes, had a right old rave. Hit the Subby near the end... stayed for a wee bit then headed up to Lo's to crash. Got 2 hours sleep, watched Cruel Intentions, Lo's b/f made us THE BEST scrambled egg on toast. Feeling amazing the now but I'm gonna try and cram a wee snooze in before work tonight. Reckon I'll be able to squeeze some essay-ing in too, if I'm lucky. Have EVEN MORE photos, these ones are a bit better:
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After I wrote that last entry I was feeling pretty down, so crawled into bed resigning myself to an evening in. BUT a mere five minutes of moping later Fiona texted back about going out, so within a few hours I was showered, tarted up, and on my way to the flat with a big bottle of vodka. Hurrah! Ended up being a really cracking impromptu night. Met up with a portion of the forum Subcrawl, went on a mission to meet Lisa's Irish flatmate, hooked up with Rach and Ali (I remember she told me she read this, so HI ALI :D add me cos I don't know your LJ address) and ended up hitting the Cathouse. Haven't been there in about 9 months and I can get a bit nervous round folk I don't know well, so I wasn't sure if I'd be into it, but the girls were on such good form that it ended up being amazing. Although I must make efforts to avoid doing shite pointy-hand-dancing in future. I'd planned to head back to the flat but was feeling a bit weird by the end so figured I'd head home... couldn't get a taxi so dived into the club for a bit. Ended up helping clear up (?!) and getting a drink or two... *nearly* hit a party but was pretty straight by that point, so opted to be sensible and was home by 7ish.
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Sunday I woke up after a shit 3 hours sleep, so spent the day in a bit of a dwam. Cleaning and reading. Watched The Good Girl again (so amazing / depressing) then - since I seldom get Sunday nights off - decided I MUST go out, even though I was feeling rubbish. Texted a bunch of folk and got myself all glammed up (my mum accused me of "losing the plot") before realising I was dead on my feet. Was in bed by 10, score.
Monday was uni n stuff. Met up with Rea for a drink, it's been AGES. I'd left my wee party kit at home and had dressed as a total scruffbag so I wouldn't be too tempted to go clubbing afterwards, but after some cider and cocktails we still debated it. Eventually ended up getting chips cheese and curry sauce (a gross version) then the train home. It SEEMED a sensible idea, but I ate the world on my arrival home, then had a horrible dream about fat obese Goths having an orgy in the Arches. (Link to Octopussy anyone...?) Woke up about 3 and couldn't sleep again for ages.
Tuesday was uni and lots of reading Villette. Worked a 6-10 shift, I'd asked to do 5-9 instead but the manager never got back to me. After work I changed and crammed it down to the Barfly for Stevie's band. Didn't manage to get a discount ticket but the band were cracking and it was only a fiver, so I ain't complaining. Loadsa work folk hit the Buff Club afterwards, thought the music'd be shite but turned out to be an amazing night. Although I think I might've been a bit sleazy on some of the boys from work: well done, Sarah. :-| Afterwards everyone fired up to Andy's for a party, was amazing til some big fake fight thing caused loadsa tension and ruined the vibe. Stayed til about midday on Wednesday (was feeling pretty straight by the end, but had lost the power of speech) then fired home for a few hours kip before my screening. Amazingly I made it up for it, unfortunately it was The Worst Thing Ever. 2 history shows, on Puritanism in America and 15th century Britain respectively. IT'S NOT EVEN LIKE WE'RE STUDYING THAT. Spent the whole thing in a wee daydream, only phasing in for such delights as "they cut off his hands, feet and testicles... then hung the genitals from his nose" Lovely.
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Wednesday night I was sposed to be hitting the Cathouse with the girls from Saturday, but was still feeling ruined from the previous night. Thinking back on this week I've been astonishingly sensible.
Thursday was at uni most of the day, was sposed to be the Artschool with Lana in the evening but haven't heard from her since last weekend. Instead I booked Lo and I in to see Cashback at the GFT. I knew it was the first of the Film Festival but I didn't realise it was a proper big premiere, all the celebs from the movie were there and there were speeches beforehand. (Of course, Lo and I had gone looking like total scruffbags. Nice.) Lovely wee film, anyway. Went back to the flat and played with Catmonster, I'm gonna LOVE having her as a second flatmate.
Friday night I was working, but the club was so dead I got sent home at 1. Went to Lo's, snoozed til 8, came home, snoozed til 12, then went out with the family. And this is the big news. WE NOW HAVE A FLAT! All the paperwork came through the other day but this was the first time Lo and I had seen it. (A bit of a weird way to do it, I know, but we didn't make the first viewing and we knew it'd get snapped up if we didn't put an offer in.) It's BY FAR the best we've looked at - loadsa space, beautifully finished, great lighting, bedrooms the same size - and in a great location. (3 minute walk to work? Yes, please.) Worked out all my finances the other night, it's gonna be a bit tough paying the mortgage and bill and stuff without either a student loan or an overdraft on my bank account, but I'll be able to make it if I pick up even one extra shift at work. Sposed to be moving in at the end of March. Cannae wait!
Tonight it's Death Disco with Lo, then possibly Monox. Yay!
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No photos for this entry, I'm afraid. This week hasn't been too exciting so this'll probably be a shit read.
Flathunting's going well but kinda ground to a halt. Last Friday Laura and I viewed two and fell in love with the second one... BUT on Saturday we tranferred our affections to a smaller one on the same street. All the good qualities (mezzanine bedroom!) but cheaper and WAY more practical in terms of storage. We've been chasing it up but it's making us really anxious, it's offers over so it's all a bit vague. And we're ACTUALLY in love with it. Even swatching the paper for property nowt seems to live up to the one we saw. <3
Uhh... Tuesday night I worked 6-10 in the shop then 10.45-close in the club, cos there was some NME afterparty thing on. Music was good but it was so quiet the time pure dragged. Afterwards there was a fair few of us up for partying (on a Wednesday morning :|) so we went on a bit of a mission in the car, then hit Stevie's, then onto Trish's. Ended up getting soaked with Cherry Lambrini and Buckfast, nice... headed home about 2 cos it seemed the sensible option. Managed to keep my eyes open til 6pm then conked out for about 16 hours. Just in time for uni, the joys.
I've not been loving uni lately. My mum and dad have been on my back a lot about attendance but that's not really the problem, I've just been finding it really hard to care about the topics we're doing. The English Lit lectures are usually fairly interesting, but I've not been liking the actual texts, and F&TV this term isn't half as fun as it was last time. Yesterday I got my Twin Peaks essay back, got a B3 for it. Not a bad mark but I think the 40/60 means my mark'll average at about C1... which won't let me into Honours. Gonna email my tutor to see if I can appeal or whatever, cos it's really only a *fraction* more I need. Bit disheartening though. There's no question of me jacking in uni, but I'm surprised that I actually PREFER working now. :|
Thursday night I was meant to be hitting the artschool with the lovely Lana, but one of the girls needed her shift covered and I was feeling too delicate for partying. Ended up getting an early anyway (Y) Last night in work was pretty hardcore (full capacity, 9 staff on) but good fun regardless. Not working at all the rest of the weekend, kinda wish I was. Staying in on my first Saturday night off in yonks seems pretty sad, but I can't really be fucked facing the mobs you'd get in town. Also should probably be saving my johnny (cash) if we're moving out soon. Mmm, dunno yet. I know if I stay in tonight I'll just be SOOOOO bored.
I seem to bore really easily these days, I'm not sure if it's a function of breaking up with Danny (the King of Laziness) or what, but I can't lie in my bed and watch 4 straight episodes of old Family Guy like I used to. In some respects I'm really happy at the way stuff's been going lately, but I still get the feeling I'm just killing time til some unknown big important thing happens. Guess it's just the typical "reassess your life" thing you get when you're single for the first time in ages... or maybe I'm just annoyed at the fact the "ideal weight" I was so desperate to reach just makes me look ropey. At present I've just been amusing myself by developing crushes on inappropriate boys then getting annoyed at myself for being too shy to hit on them. (I think I've had ONE kiss since breaking up with Danny, and no sex whatsoever. That's like... 6-8 weeks? The crazy thing is that I don't even miss that stuff.) I probably need some sorta REAL hobby. Guess I should get back into the exercise again.
Speaking of which, I'm not sure how the weight's going. Haven't really been weighing myself cos I'm expecting major gains. Scales have been dancing between 8stone 7lbs and 8stone 12lbs the last few times I checked. I noted some mysterious worried comment on here, which I'm assuming was a joke...? Even at my absolute lightest I'm not even close to being underweight. I managed to tan a 9-pack of Penguins in the space of a day as well, so it'll all come piling back on soon.
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[01 Feb 2007|09:23pm] |
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Urgh... I always leave this too long then can never be bothered updating. :(
Last week was my first back at uni, nowt too thrilling. Ended up partying after work on Sunday so I could pull an all-nighter for my first lecture, not the best idea in the world. Was pure good with attendance in general though, I've realised I enjoy uni much more when I'm not nervously trying to bluff my way through stuff I've not read, so I'm really gonna try and get stuck in this year. Thursday night Stu and I headed to the ABC... I expected it to be like a shit version of the Art School but (as Stu aptly pointed out) it was more like a school disco. It *should've* been rubbish but I was in an excellent mood, so was loving monster-dancing adn getting laughed at by unders. Walked the whole way home then realised I probably wouldn't sleep, so had a wee silent disco in my room til I zonked out in front of Spaced. I'm clearly the height of cool.
Photos! I remember being impressed that our facial expressions matched in the pics WHEN WE HADN'T PLANNED IT. Idiot.
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Last weekend was pretty quiet, was saving my dosh and energy for Monday's staff night out. LAST SATURDAY MORNING SHIFT EVER! (Ironically it's looking like I'll be having a quiet night tomorrow, oh the irony.) Staff night out in Ad Lib on Monday was legit amazing... was the MacSorley's bunch too so Lo, Lianna etc were out for it too. Great turn-out, amazing food, good tunes, and everyone was on brilliant form. I'd promised myself I wouldn't get too drunk in front of my bosses AND I KEPT IT, impressive. Got turfed out the place at 3 and the group split up to head to two different parties. Ended up at Stevie's with most of the Subby bunch. Had an amazing time (bar the fact Fraz decided to turn the shower on while we were chilling out in the bath :|) but I'd decided to try and sober up in the two hours or so before I left, so the last wee bit was a bit mental. Me and Trish hatched an excellent plan for me to get outta work and continue partying, but eventually I bit the bullet and headed homewards for snoozing.
These pictures are WAY more interesting than the last bunch. Honest.
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Tuesday I stumbled in at midday, got a couple hours kip, then was up for work. Felt like shit all the way through, but had a crazy notion I'd try and hook up with the work folk to head to the Buff Club afterwards. Even packed a wee party bag with a miniskirt and shit. Thankfully I stopped in at the pub to see Lo, who made me a wee cup of tea and convinced me it was The Worst Idea in the World. Bought some shite magazines and had an early night instead, turns out Trish and co were too wreckaged to make the club anyway. (Y)
Wednesday was in for a lecture then off to Clydebank for a wee lunch with Danny. That morning I'd managed to slip into the Miss Sixty jeans that have never, ever fitted me... of course, we end up going for All You Can Eat Chinese. Wasn't sure how the whole "ex meeting" would go but it was a good laugh catching up, and I picked up my sexy new phone. Motorola Pink Rzr, £40. Loving it.
Wednesday night Holdo and Kim came round for some boozing... hadn't really fancied a night out but wanted to see the gals. First part was really fun, just sitting boozing in my room and having chats about boys. But when we got to the Arches (for Octupussy :|) I started freaking out a bit... actually HATED being there. There was unders style music, bouncy castle, and a paddling pull full of ugly half-naked boys, plus I started getting para about Hol and Kim not wanting me there. Couldn't really handle any of it, so kinda just ran out. Sorry girls. I hadn't been drunk for a month until last night, guess it just made me overemotional or something cos I couldn't stop crying for about an hour afterwards. Don't even know why, cos I've been feeling amazing these past few weeks. Popped into the pub to see if Lo was working... she wasn't, but Lianna was dead nice and had me stay for a while after they shut. Talking to her and Lo (on the phone) seemed to sort me out, as did the long walk home. Dunno what the fuck that was about, but it's merely strengthened my urge to not get drunk. Like, ever.
Anyway. I got a couple of cute pics regardless.
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Today I felt like I was gonna die, haven't ever had a hangover that involved nausea before. Damn vodka. Was sposed to be going out tonight but doesn't seem to be happening. Kinda glad.
Bought some amazing new CDs this past wee while, first time in about 8 months. Some great numbers from the Fabric series (Radioactive Man, Jacques Lu Cont, Andrew Weatherall) and the Leave Them All Behind compilation, which is dead fun indie-dance stuff.
Hilariously, I'm now down to 8stone 6lbs. Below my target weight. HOW IS THIS EVEN HAPPENING?! My mum says I'm starting to look sick and emaciated (lies, I hardly look different at all) and keeps asking how I do it, but I legit don't know. Think my appetite's died, or I'm just dancing about more than usual, because I've been scoffing crisps and chocolate and stuff. Don't really wanna lose any more though, could do with losing a bit more off my thighs and tum, but my wrists, chest and the top of my stomach are starting to look a bit ropey. Kinda hoping I can tone up a bit while maintaining this weight. Don't think I've been this light since I hit puberty. :|
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SO. Most of last week was a bit crap cos I realised I had to learn a huge chunk of my course in, like, 3 days. Mostly stayed in to study but (of course) I kept doing stupid stuff like watching the entire 6 hour DVD set of Angels in America from my bed, pretending it was proper work. IT ISN'T REALLY. Anyway, everytime I sat down to work properly I kept on daydreaming about hot boys... it's like I'm twelve again, seriously. I also spent about £50 on Amazon CDs in my attempts at procrastination, ARGH. Still, the exam went surprisingly well, considering. The "unseen poem" question was a Shakespeare sonnet I remembered studying in 5th year. Yas. (Y)
On Monday Lo and I swatched two flats, one had The Best Living Room Ever but the kitchen and 2nd bedroom were a bit too wee. Second one we saw was pretty manky and studenty... but made us realise we could get a lot more space for the money if we didn't go for one that was already pretty nicely done up. Think we're looking for a happy medium between the two. Can't wait to move out, although I've been spending money like water recently. Think I'm trying to get my fill of shopping and indulgence before all my dosh ends up going towards rent.
Thursday my exam was 2.30 - 5.30, rocked home for a shower and dinner, then had Kim and Holdo up at 8 for some boozing. Met Lana in town later on and headed artschool-wards... Holly and Kim disappeared after the first half hour, what the fuck? Poor show, ladies. Took ages to get sorted but I wasn't pure anxious about it like I had been last week, just had a nice wee chilled out chat and a boogie with Lana. Met some folk from work, ArtSchool got rammed really fast... was pure relieved when Laura, Rea and (the other) Holly eventually arrived, had been worried they'd ditch it due to stupid 1in1out. Had a great night but the club seemed to end way too early. Rocked up to Stevie's for some extension of Christine's birthday celebrations... ended up being the weirdo you see at parties sitting raving with their hands. Ew. Was a good laugh, but. Everything started to get a bit surreal towards the end, couldn't tell if I was going mental or if the folk I was talking to were going mental or both. Left when everyone started getting booze in at 9, I just ain't that hardcore.
Would've been far quicker to wander home but didn't fancy being in the house alone, and Lo had been calling to ask if I wanted to stay over. (Bit of a paradox at that time in the morning.) Ended up walking from Kelvingrove to the Merchant City in my stupid wee party dress and hoody... my saliva glands had properly dried up so my lips and the roof of my mouth were bleeding, and every time I tried to talk my lips stuck to my gums and shrank in on themselves. I Am State. Lo was still up drinking wine (?!) but we managed to get a couple hours kip. Amazingly it sorted me RIGHT out, although our chat was a bit crazed when we woke up... I thought Lana was talking about chopping when she was talking about shopping, and none of us could get more than 3-letter words during Countdown. Got icepoles to cure my deadened mouth, score. Bizarrely I was still full of mad energy when I went to bed last night, thought all the hellishness would be in the post to kick in for work this morning but I felt dandy. Maybe 14-hour nights out are the way forward?
Anyway. Pictures. Rea insisted on us taking billions, I remember being annoyed at the time but I'm really glad about it now. Never really get enough pics on a night-out. Note the girl in one background pic wearing the same dress as me, that's the last time I try and be fashionable. :(
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Tonight is work, tomorrow is sleep and work, then Monday is Back To Uni. Even though it's *supposedly* back to the grindstone I know the proper work won't kick in for a few weeks, so I'm gonna try and squeeze in a fair few nights out. It's fucking lovely not having exams / essays hanging over me. Besides, I miss stumbling into lectures hungover in pyjama tops, still wearing the previous night's make-up. (I think I may have bestowed this with some rocknroll romanticism that it really doesn't have.)
Scales are broken, haven't weighed myself. Not caring as much about it as I did last week, I seem to go through phases where losing weight is SO IMPORTANT and phases where I realise what a stupid waste of time and energy it is to be stressing about such superficial shit. Exercise went well when I was procrastinating study, went a bit pear-shaped when I got PROPER stressed and consoled myself with sickening amounts of bran flakes and honey. Healthy eating things going awrightish... haven't had chocolate for about a week so celebrated today with a Freddo and some Jaffa Cakes. Indulgence is allowed at weekends, right?
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Just realised I have about 15 million picture to post. So I'll do a wee update.
Christmas was nice, just a quiet one with the family. Got some lovely stuff... dumbells, cash, DVDs, a gold sequin dress that I'm SO not cool enough to pull off. Was working a lotta shifts between Christmas and New Year but weirdly it felt like a big holiday... managed to squeeze in a night out at Pressure too. Was my first Friday night out in yonks, I totally didn't do anything irresponsible like getting my mum to call in sick for my day job. What else...? Went for a wee drink with Ale, Kirsty and Aislinn before work one night and ended up tipsy on 2 pints of cider and a vodka coke, WELL DONE. Hoped for an early but it didn't happen, so everyone's gone back to their respective unis without us having a proper clubbing night. Le sigh.
New Year was good, was pouring drinks at the bells and didn't finish til 5ish, but managed to get a good wee night out after it. Ended up rocking along to the tunnel party with Laura and Bill, it wasn't THAT busy but we seemed to meet zillions of folk we knew. Including AL BLACKWOOD, legend. Dancing on stones is legit impossible though. Went to the Unit afterwards, fun at first but about midday I got really panicky and *just had* to get outta there. Headed back to Laura's and got smooches off the cat, score. Made £40 tips that night and most of em were gone by the time I rocked back to the flat. What?!
This week I focused on blitzing my Twin Peaks essay (finished it on midnight Wednesday, go me) then celebrated on Thursday by hitting the Art School with Shaz and Caitlin. Met loadsa others from work inside and it turned into a bit of an epic night, didn't rock home til 9am. Good fun, but. Was weird cos I didn't feel properly fucked at all most of the time (just wanted to dance and talk a lot of shite) but when I got home I lost my mind a wee bit... kept not recognising myself in the mirror and went into that horrible semi-sleep where you lose track of what you're thinking about every 3 seconds or so. Baaad.
What else has been happening...? I'm back on Eat to Live vegan diet thing to try and get superslim... managed to get back down to 8stone 10lbs but it's a bit crap, I look exactly the same as I did when I was 10lbs heavier. Grr. Bought the new Pump It Up DVD (kinda ridiculous but also AMAZING) and The Jordan Workout (lobotomy, aye?) which brings my total of exercise DVDs to 15. Jesus.
I'm feeling really positive about this year, seems everything's changing. But in a good way! I've got my shifts changed in my dayjob so I won't have these horrendous Saturday morning starts, and it looks like I'll be moving away from home to live with Lo at the end of February. Danny and I have finally called it a day, and I've realised I don't need to get really messy on booze to have a decent night out. Still though... HOLLY AND REA, YOU MUST COME OUT SOON. It's been yonks since I've seen em, sob.
Anyway. Photos. First lot are from Andrew Weatherall; next lot from Pressure; last bunch from the ArtSchool.
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Tonight's my first Sunday off in ages, cos I have an exam this Thursday. It'd be comical if it wasn't so horrendous... I'm not in panic mode when I totally, totally should be. This week'll be full of cramming but I'm having a big night out on Thursday to mark the end of the hols. Flat-hunting tomorrow, cat's coming over tonight. Hurrah!
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... but I've been out a helluva lot more than I expected. I can't really be bothered updating but I have 8 jillion photos to post.
So last week I had a lovely day shopping on Tuesday, before hitting Rev with Stu, Brian and Fiona. Somehow ended up getting chucked out of the QM for being too wasted, oh dear. I could pretend it's cos I'm SO rocknroll but really it just sickens me. Anyway. Have some photos. "Wii boxing" should explain the questionable ones, although I have no excuse for those horrendous leggings.
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Wednesday evening was the work "let's go for a drink" thing, was heavy not up for it but after a few pints of cider I was champing at the bit to go clubbing again. BUT because I had a semi-exam the next day I resisted the temptation and was in bed by midnight. (Y)
Thursday I woke up early, opened my English Language books, and realised the chances of me learning the entire course in a few hours were nil. So I went and bought magazines and read them instead. And rode the Subway up to Stu's to return wallets and cameras that I'd managed to steal on Tuesday, whoops. Test was 3.00-4.30, guessed most of the answers and left after 40 mins or so... turns out I scraped a pass with 16/30. Score!
Saturday was work 6-2, then working the unders. When I went in there'd been a powercut so we were told it probably wouldn't be on... ended up collecting glasses at the pub thinking I'd only be working til 6/7. But turned out it all got fixed dead quick so we were called back to the club to work... obviously I moaned about it until the manager sent me home at 8ish, heh. Fired straight up to Laura's where drinking etc commenced... then to the Arches for Death Disco. Turned out to be a fucking AMAZING night, had a good old rave. Check out my big repulsive bruise.
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Sunday Lo and I fired home to get the Christmas tree, which was painful. Managed to sneak in a wee nap in front of the fire before decorating it. He's quite a lovely tree actually. By 8 I was ready for my bed but had to work Optimo... ran outta hangers in the cloakroom so wasn't the most fun of nights. Monday I managed to sleep til 4.30 in the arvo, whoops a daisy. Then was in bed by 9. I am rock.
Tuesday I bought about a million (well, 13) charity shop books. That night Danny and I popped out for a few drinks, £1.50 for cider and £2.25 for a double Jack and coke. Hurrah! Played some pool and got chips and curry sauce, I was too ashamed to ask for cheese. Also got my Christmas present from him: a DVD plus SPUDTROOPER. (He has Darth Tater, which I adore.) Best. Present. Ever.
When I got home the zip in one of my boots had bust so I had to go to bed with one jean leg and a knee high boot still on, very nice.
Wednesday morning i got up uber-early and fired into town to go shopping with Lo. Did a fair bit of it then went for lunch at the 13th Note then back to play with the cat. In the evening was Rea's birthday thing, so headed down to her house for a few drinks with her and Alice... then into town to Sleazy's for a few bands. Lo turned up so ended up going back to hers "for a drink" which ended up as one sip of vodka lemonade before I crashed out on the sofa.
Yesterday I failed at working and accidentally fell asleep in the afternoon. This morning I did lotsa tidying and wrapping, then Danny popped up and we watched Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Again. Loving it. Chucked him out two mins ago so I could work on my Twin Peaks essay, I thought it'd be a lot more fun than I'm finding it at present. :(
Tomorrow I'm working 6-2 (boo, it's gonna be horrible) but not at all after that! Gonna head out for Andrew Weatherall, since I'm working pretty much constantly from Boxing Day through to the 2nd. Suits me, I've been spending dosh like it's going out of fashion.
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So... I finally got round to looking up the price of The Only Camera I've Ever Loved (my sister's, which became much harder to steal when she moved out) and the only one available on Amazon turned out to be in near-perfect condition, at £18.50. Seriously. So it's now MINE, grin.
The essays I was quite happy with turned out to not get amazing marks. English Lit was okay, got a B3 which is the minimum I need to get into Honours... gonna need to get my arse in gear with preparing the other texts for the exam, cos I foolishly used my two faves in the essay. (At least I've still got Othello...?) Film and TV I'm actually pretty gutted about, cos I got a C2 and it's 40% of the mark... and I've been loving the course these past few weeks. Gonna need to claw my grade up if I'm wanting to do it in third year, I'm so pissed off at myself for misinterpreting the question so badly. Grrr.
Friday I was So Hungover when in uni and didn't get the essay til the very end of the class, so I was stressing about it the whole way home. Luckily lovely Lola (who's staying with us while Laura's in Paris) sensed my bad mood and gave me loadsa cat smooches, aww. Shame it turned my face into some big pink monstrous allergy thing. Spent Friday lazing about with the cat watching PeepShow series 3 (AMAZING) and Jonathan Creek. I hate myself in new ways for buying the latter but yknow, I can excuse it by citing childhood nostalgia?
Reason I was hungover is cos Lana and I went out for "a wee drink" (aye right) on Thursday. (WELL ACTUALLY first I was supposed to be going out with Rea, but she's ill and never phoned me back despite her promise. Sake.) Turned out to be a bizarre but good night... helping Lo decorate the pub Christmas tree, drinking cheap beer, we were gonna head to the ArtSchool but couldn't be arsed with the walk so ended up in that new place next to the Subclub... Classic Grand or something? Random. Here's some pics:
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The taxi I called didn't show so had to hang about the street for ages... no less than THREE randoms tried to make conversation ranging from weird-nice ("Your tights are well tidy, I take it you're a student?") to plain disgusting ("You gonna insert that [a glass Irn Bru bottle] up yerself when you're done?" WHAT THE FUCK) Ended up walking home but destoyed all the health benefits by tanning a Subway and some Hula Hoops on the way home.
Other stuff's been happening since it's about a month since I last updated, but my short-term memory sucks. Got most of my Christmas shopping done but gonna pop in again on Tuesday morning. I'm too scared to use the scales cos I've turned into A Big Fat Muncher lately.
I've also worked out the reason I'm so bad with answering machines is cos I just talk crap until someone stops me... and on voicemail there's NO-ONE TO STOP ME. I'm using the same logic to explain why all my journal entries are big horrible ramblings. Ah Well.
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