Monday, April 11, 2005

I got an email from the British Council, who I applied for a placement abroad through, and they told me I am officially going to France now. Whoopdefuckingdoo! They don't know where or when but they are sending me to teach the little froggy darlings some proper English. I've been thinking about picking up a strong Brummie accent to teach them, but I'm shite at accents. My own is a mixture of Lancashire, posh Southern, Welsh and Brummie. I get told at work that I talk posh - cos I don't talk Brummie. Anywho, digressing slightly. I'm off to France, and I'm all internally mixed up with feelings of achievement and excitement and fear and panic and mild nausea at the idea of fending for myself in a foreign country. Good news is that if me and Helen end up in the same region, no matter how far apart our schools are, we'll try and move in together. Not sure how I feel about that, I guess it's quite relieving that I'll know someone else there and it'll be one of my closest friends, I'm just not sure about the livng together thing. She's lived with girls and I don't like living with girls really. She's all girlified from being in close proximity with girly girls in her house (mentions no names for anyone who knows them!!) which either means she'll be super clean and tidy and put me to shame, or she'll be too busy being girly to care about the house. Maybe I'm wrong and I'm totally missing out on something here. I've never lived with her so I don't know. We'll see.

I was surprised the other day to find myself being slagged off on someone else's blog! Someone who doesn't know me at all and has judged me by a blog I made the first day, in a fit of anger. As far as I knew, only Mez had read that blog, especially as I deleted it less than 12 hours later, realising my mistake; obviously I was wrong. Oh well. What a fucking shame that this person now has found it neccessary to have a huge moaning bitch about me. If I'm honest, it initially really upset me that someone I barely know can be so offensive when they have obviously missed the whole point of my post. And then I thought "Fuck it, he obviously had no one else to bitch about at the time." Oh yeah, and I was called a feminist, which pisses me off. Just cos I got angry about something and decided to speak out against it, I'm suddenly a fucking feminist?? Hello?? You want to get yourself a dictionary, mate. I wasn't even talking about men, I was talking about something that had annoyed me. I realised it wasn't the sort of thing I should have in my blog and was frustrated at my own negativity so i deleted it. So GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF.

And that's all I have to say on that subject.

Went home last thursday and arranged my termly get-together with people who i won't see for another few months. Only my closest friends turned up as usual, which bugged me a little but I've given up caring. Next term, someone else can organise it. Some people, like Gemma, had genuine reasons for not coming; others had no reason than they couldnt be arsed. Like "I'm stuck in Birmingham" or "My car is broken". Have you heard of the bus? Best of all, the people who were "stuck in birmingham" then came to Wetherspoons at the meeting time - to meet another group of friends. That kinda offended me, especially as they had approached me a few weeks earlier and asked when we were meeting up. But i'm not the type to hold stuff against people. They're not that important, when i go to France they're not the people I'll be writing to. The ones that turned up are. I got a text off Laura the next day saying how appreciated it really was and that cheered me up a lot cos she didn't have to say that. She's just lovely like that.

My dog is homophobic. It's official. A while ago my mom's gay friend Lee came to the house and was introduced to Chandler (the dog). Usually, he is one of those dogs that likes to smother you the minute he sees you - Dave will vouch for that. But when he saw Lee he was somewhat confused - he ran up to him as usual, and then stopped, growled and then barked and ran off. He was the only guy he's ever done that to. Until the other day... My friend Toby came to stay at my house after we'd been out and the same thing happened! And Toby is bisexual. There must be an in-built sense, a kind of "something's not right here..." thing. Told a friend at work and she said she knew someone who's dog is racist and doesn't like black people. Asians, Chinese, anyone else is fine, but not black people. Weird or what. That's why cats are so much better than dogs.

posted by Kim @ 4/11/2005 02:42:00 am

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