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May 17th, 2006 at 6:26pm]
[ mood | whoot!! ]

It appears jobs are like buses. You await for ages then two come along at once.

Having woken up this morning & got ready for my interview at the pub, my old manager from Epsom Photo calls me & asks me if I'd like my old job back. Well, hurrah. So its weekdays at the photo shop, then evening & weekends at the King William.

Yes, it'll be hard work & all that, but think of the MONEYYYYY!!

I'm off to watch the footie & have a celebratory drink now. I know the match doesn't start for another hour, but you've got to get your pre-game drinks in haven't you? x


Thirty quid? AWESOME. [Tuesday
May 16th, 2006 at 9:35pm]
[ mood | strangely upbeat ]

I got a bloody parking ticket today, so add that to the 60 quid speeding ticket I got in Stafford last week & that's 90 quid in less than a fortnight. SPLENDID. I'm not going to start moaning about how it wasn't my fault because it clearly was, it's just that after nearly three years of driving with no tickets I get 2 in 2 weeks. When I'm unemployed & already sponging money off my parents, too boot.

But its not all bad. I've as good as got a job in The King William, a nice pub at the end of my street. I've never much fancied bar work, but the hours are flexible & to be honest, I was getting desperate. There isn't much about retail-wise in town, & money is money afterall. I thought I'd better show willing to my parents, as they've now had to bail me out a second time. & like I said, it is a nice pub. I don't actually have a job yet & it could still go either way as I've never actually ever had any bar experience, but from what I could gather when I took in my CV they're pretty damned desperate. They seemed extra keen when I said I could work any time of the day or night, & that I lived about six doors down. I've meeting the manager tomorrow lunchtime for 'a chat'... So fingers crossed.

Party-planning is still in full swing, with us calling in favours from every distanct, would-be relative in the country in a vain attempt to get balloons, alcohol & cars for as cheap as we can. It's going to be an awesome party, I can't believe we've got to wait till November :[ Oh well, gives me plenty of time to slim down (& I mean dowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwn) into my dress. Huzzah!! x


You keep me hanging on the way you make me feel [Monday
May 15th, 2006 at 11:20pm]
[ mood | yay!! ]

We booked a hall!! Good old British Legion, £150 quid for the night. Sounds a bit old man & from the outside I suppose it is, but inside it's all clean & modern & has it's own bar & it's right in the town centre so it'll be easy for people to get to. SORTED.

We've still got a massive list of other stuff to book/sort/arrange, such as a DJ, a car (we want a cadillac!!), cakes, decorations, photos, invites, etc etc. Jenn & I have started a party planning scrapbook even though it's not till November... She said it's like we're getting married. She wishes.

I'm most excited about the invites, mainly because I designed them... circular stickers with the details stuck onto the centres of REAL VINYL RECORDS & handed out to people. I'm a fucking genius.

In other news, I'm not loving this jobhunting lark. I haven't done it for over 4 years, I'd forgotten what a bastard it is. The Job Centre are crap as well, the bloke just gestured me towards some sort of computer screen that lists the local jobs. Like I couldn't have done that at home!!

Plan for tomorrow- more jobhunting, go to the party shop to try & organise balloons, & ring round for car & invitation printing quotes. Lovely. x


Find me & follow me [Sunday
May 14th, 2006 at 8:41pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

Venues are EXPENSIVE to hire. £604 for six hours? *lies down*

Incase you're wondering, I'm attempting rather frantically to organise myself & Jenn's joint 21st birthday party. It's not until November, but it's going to be rather a large bash with hundreds of friends & family (My Super Sweet Sixteen, anyone?) so it needs advance planning. The venue & DJ do at least, they get booked up months in advance. The DJ is sorted (thank you daddy) but it's up to me & Jenn to shop round for venues, compare prices, make notes on conditiopns of security & stuff like that. It's all very confusing.

I just want to go shopping for my dress. That's all the organising I can handle, ta.


Obligatory pre-exam panic [Wednesday
May 10th, 2006 at 10:55am]
[ mood | worried ]


I hate exams. They lied to us when we came to the Uni by telling us there were no exams. LIED, I tell thee.

Oh God I am so so bad at this. It's a proper exam as ell, with writing & everything, none of this multiple choice business. EEK.

Stupid module. &!! The worst part is we've been working on our 5 minute film for the last 6 months & that's only 50% of the module!! This exam is the other 50%!! It's not fair, I poured my life & soul into that film & now it might all go to pot because I'm crap at exams. Thank you very fucking much, Staffordshire University.

In other news, I had my blood tests taken yesterday, I should get my results on Friday. So that's nice.

Urgh, examinaaaattiioooooons. :[


How obvious should a girl be? [Wednesday
May 3rd, 2006 at 10:23pm]
[ mood | silly ]

Food fights are well fun. Although note to the world- salsa & squirty cream in the eye really fucking hurts.

Have spent most of today sat in the court with everyone, eating ice lollies & playing Red Rover & getting squirted with cream. I love the sunshine!!

That's all I've got for now, really. Byez x


... [Tuesday
May 2nd, 2006 at 2:54pm]
[ mood | relieved ]

Well, I passed. Just. You needed to get 20/40 & what did I get? 21, SCORE.

To be fair I'd revised all the wrong stuff, so I literally guessed about 90% of the answers. So I'm actually rather impressed that I managed to get 21 answers right out of nowhere.

But now I can breeeeeeathe. Till next Wednesday anyway, where it won't be multiple choice & I'll have to actually write stuff down. If I can remember how to. x


You're nothing but sketchy sketchy [Tuesday
May 2nd, 2006 at 12:53pm]
[ mood | hopeful ]

Everyone who took the morning sitting for the exam seems to have passed, so I should be alright. Hopefully.

I'm listening to Basement Jaxx, cos it reminds me of Glastonbury. God, last year was awesome. The summer especially. This summer should be awesome as well, hopefully. Obviously I'm distraught that again Jenn is too ill to go work abroad, but my summer was shaping up to be a pretty lonely one with her in another country.

I went to the doctor & booked my blood test, it's next Tuesday. Hopefully they find something wrong with me. I mean, obviously I don't want polywotsitthingies but it'd be nice to know why I'm actually falling apart at the seams. Literally, not in an OH EM GEE emo sense, just to clear that up.

I've also booked a haircut, against my better judgement. I like the length it is at the moment, but the ends are proper scraggy & I know that in order to grow it out I need to have the ends trimmed occasionally. But they always take too much off, don't they? & you just have to sit there staring at your own face for an hour (a concept I'm none to happy with) whilst making small talk with the hairdresser about your summer holidays, when neither one of you really gives a shit. Then you give them £30 for the priveledge!! Crazy.

God, I'm such a grumpy old woman.

Right, exam time. Wish me luck. x


May 2nd, 2006 at 2:25am]
[ mood | sleepy ]

Blah. Sick of revision. I don't care if Claude Niecpe took the first photo in 1827 on a glass slide, or that the exposure was 8 hours long. I really really really dont.

Exam in less than 12 hours. HURRAH. Bedtime, I think. x


What are we doing here if romance isn't dead? [Monday
May 1st, 2006 at 5:20pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

I'm actually sick of revising. I've been in my room for the last 30 hours, leaving only to get food & drink supplies, & I've hardly had any of that. & the worst part? I'm blatently going to fail anyway. FANTASTIC.

Oh well, it'll be over tomorrow afternoon anyway. Then I've only got one more next Wednesday, then I'm free! Free to go home, leave all this behind, & decide what the hell I'm going to do with my summer. I'm hoping Thorpe Park will give me a job, or it looks like Wilkinson/TK Maxx or similar will be my only option. Which is alright I guess, a job's a job, but I'm on summer for nearly 4 months. That's a long time to deal with irate customers & have to take orders from a manager three years younger than you.

Back to the grindstone, I suppose. I might write some more trashy Green Wing fic instead to take my mind off exams. x


S'posed to meet your girl, but you packed a lunch [Monday
May 1st, 2006 at 1:59pm]
[ mood | sore ]

My neck hurts from craning it over the computer for the last 24 hours. Clearly I've done too much revision. Or too much pissing about on Livejournal, WHATEVZ.



The things you try to kill have found a way to grow [Sunday
April 30th, 2006 at 10:20pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

So here we are. A new LJ, basically because I'm bored shitless revising. I deleted the old one because I thought I was being internet stalked, but that's all over now & shan't be mentioned again. Hopefully. It's going to take me forEVER to get everyone back on my friend's list, but never mind. It's a perfect excuse to whore 15 different Green Wing icons, in any case. Hooray!!

A quick run-down for those who I haven't spoken to for a while... I'm still in sunny Stafford ploughing away with a Film Tech degree. I'm getting ace marks, so that's all good. I presented my own radio show for new & unsigned bands on a 2 week pilot student radio station & it'll hopefully be picked up permanently in September. The show was about the most fun I've had ever, so I've (rather foolishly) decided that being a radio DJ is what I want to do with my life. After the station came to an end I was contacted by someone from Beacon FM, the Midlands' biggest commerical radio station, after they heard my show. The guy who contacted me wants me to go to Wolverhampton for an interview but I've yet to hear from him. He's busy, so getting hold of him is a bit of a nightmare & the whole thing is turning into a bit of a shambles but never mind. Fingers crossed, eh?

I have yet to find a boy despite there being 9 of them to every 1 girl at this total cockfest. Trouble is, none of them are nice, not to mention the fact that my standards are ridiculously high. I'm not going to settle though, & I've got enough going on as it is without having to tie down a relationship.

I'm living in a house next year with four of my friends & a boy who used to be my best friend at Uni but now isn't anything really because he's a recluse who stays in his room all the time & never socialises with anybody ever. Which is a bit of a shame, but what can you do? I've spent the last nine months of my life worrying about him & I'm sure he's not thought once about anyone else, so I'm going to stop worrying about it.

I recently got a job in the Uni shop on campus, it'll be cool but it doesn't start till September so I'm going to have to get a job at home during the summer. This won't be too bad- my best friend Jenn was meant to be going to work abroad for six months but unfortunately she got ill & now isn't going, but at least it means she'll be there this summer when I'm home. I have a camping trip to Newquay planned with 14 other people from Uni in July, & I'm going to the Reading festival in the last weekend of August, so I've got that to look forward to.

I'm not very well at the moment. I've got some problems of my own, but my doctor now thinks I might have polycystic ovaries. Which won't be fantastic, but I've got to wait for some tests to be done first. Basically, I'm looking after myself better than I ever have (I'm a total gym whore!!) yet I'm the unhealthiest I've ever been in my life. I'm just very sickly, I'm putting on weight like crazy despite the fact I'm eating very little, my face has changed shape, I can't sleep, I'm losing hair, my skin is awful etc etc... It's all a bit crazy. But hopefully I'm getting it sorted.

My hair is currently it's natural colour, for the first time in about a year & a half. I still have to dye it because it would take forever to grow out, but it means I don't look totally ridiculous every single day. It also means I don't have to pretend to be something I'm not.

Um, that's about it, I think. Any questions? x


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