Come on Summer! We're getting bored waiting...
Bored.Bored.Fucking Bored.And pissed off. Many millions of reasons why, but I wouldn't want to be called a feminist or someone who likes to rant again, so I'll just talk about the main few. Or I could just say fuck it and talk about them anyway. Nah, I'm not that annoyed I suppose. Just Dave's in a grumble cos I told him not to annoy Mez so much, and apparently I'm taking his side, blah blah blah. I'll just let him get on with it and talk to me when he's ready and not so grumbly. I suppose everyone's a bit fucked off at the moment though really. Summer is coming and we can all see it just in the distance, can smell the freshly cut grass and the sea and icecream - but need to get through coursework and exams first. And because Dave and Mez etc have had problems with their course over the year they're struggling with the courseworks. They'll be fine though, this time next week they'll be getting ready for paintballing. I have to do one piece of coursework for next friday and contribute my bit to the group project as well, shouldnt take me long once I get stuck in and just do it... Astonbury is tomorrow night! Hope everyone will be there! 6 Degrees are playing as well as Final Redemption, woo. And there will be cheap beer cos it's in the guild, and I havent been there for a very long time - hope it hasnt become all chavi-fied like most of Tamworth's old bars have. Oh yeah, I went home last week, was supposed to be just for lunch with Toby and Charlie, but it all went a bit Pete Tong, and to cut a long story short i ended up staying in tamworth till half ten then had to be rushed to the train station to see if i could get a train and had this morbid fear of being stuck in tamworth (which is weird really - If I'd been stuck, I could have gone to my mom's!) Then got another fear of being attacked on the near-empty train, and then being attacked in the middle of Birmingham. But i made it home safe enough. I shouldnt have stayed really, I should have gone home in the afternoon as planned. It's crazy what peer pressure does to you. We're going to Download! On the sunday, anyway. Dave decided that he'd get a day ticket cos we couldnt really afford the weekend, plus sunday's the only day the good bands are on (other than Inme, who I'd loved to have seen again but they're on another day, sob! Worse still, My Chemical Romance on the friday! But they've just been announced for reading, so yay!!) So it'll be SOAD, Slipknot, Slayer, Nightwish, Papa Roach and a few others that Dave wants to see. Gemma and Dan are coming too so it'll be another nice little summer road trip. It's looking like a good year for gigs and stuff for my house. We did Greenday and Velvet Revolver in Jan, then Rammstein (the mother of all gigs!) in feb, Avenged Sevenfold on 26th May, Download in June, Reading in August, no doubt there'll be more before the year is out. I'm so looking forward to summer, even though I know I'm going to be working most of it. It'll be a nice homely gap before I bugger off and start 7 months of a newish life. And then come back and be normal again. For another year anyway. There was a lot of stuff i wanted to talk about but I've forgotten most of it. I'm a little shocked at finding the Conservative Manifesto of 1979 - Maggie Thatcher's if you don't know - and that means I can once again base my coursework on two websites alone. But I won't, I'm quite intersted in this coursework so I'll put some sort of effort into it. Thats all for now though!
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.
The Gym, Curry and Sweaty Cockney Munchkins.
Yikes, leaving huge gaps in entries already! Oh well, I never promised I'd keep it up to date. Have honestly been too busy this week and last week. Am supposed to be doing coursework at the moment but I found out earlier that it's not gotta be in till 29th April, and I know that's not far off but it still takes shit loads of pressure off! So instead I went to the gym and wrote the questionnaire for my other piece of coursework. So I'm not wasting my time like Dave probably is right now, playing some silly game or other. Not doing a bit of housework or coursework. Oh well, I'm not at home so I dont give too much of a shit.So what's happened? Well last week we went to Basingstoke to see Dave's mommy n daddy, stayed for a few days and then spontaneously went to London. I wouldn't have minded, but it's London and I'm not the biggest fan of it. Or should I say, I'm not the biggest fan of the underground. In fact it's fair to say I despise it. Horrible loud noisy scummy dirty trains, no air conditioning, lots of smelly Londoners, hopping on and off from one station to the next, the millions of steps back up to the normal ground level (where things are supposed to be!), the stupid machines to get you in and out, ridiculous escalators where you can only stand on the right in case some fat hairy sweaty cockney munchkin (or cock munch as I just managed to read back to myself) with a briefcase comes whooshing up the left hand side cos he's busy, so so busy, he can't be seen waiting in a queue half way up the escalator. The whole thing makes me feel physically sick. Makes me grateful to actually get out into London's lovely fresh inner city air. At least in the streets you dont have to stick to one side of the path - oh no, if you want you can weave all over the place, especially if you're a tourist and you see an interesting piece of pigeon poo and have to cross in front of everyone walking behind you to take photos of it. Sorry, it sounds all very critical of me I know and there are lots of things I like about London. The National History museum for example, and the theatre and Our Hotel - and all things considered, it could be worse, you could be living in Birmingham I suppose.And I don't have anything against Londoners either, they just seem a lot more twattish in their own city than anywhere else.What else did I do last week? I went to a house party at one of my work mates, Meena's. It was pretty cool actually. The (One-Who-Likes-To-Think-She's) Boss turned up with her husband, treated him like shit all night, got pissed as a fart and left. And then the party started. And there was food and drink and drunken shennanigans and illegal stuff, your usual house party I guess. And I ended up taking a doggie bag (or bowl even) of yummy super-spicy curry home. What more could you want?Well, to have the next day off work would've been good, but then i spent the whole day dressing the maniquins up so I'm not complaining. That pretty much brings us up to today. I've been to the gym twice this week already, and it's only tueday! counted up and I've been 11 times since we joined now. Could have gone more I think, but at least I've been at all. Am quite enjoying it at the moment for a change. I think it's mainly cos if I wasn't at the gym, I'd be at home tidying up. And I'm royally not in the mood for that. I want to paint our bookcase, so I might do that later this week or in a few weeks time. Thign that's annoying me about the gym though at the moment is the changing rooms. Now, I'm not a prude, but when it come sto taking a shower among strangers I tend to keep myself covered up as much as possible. I'll happily walk about in my underwear (depending if it's matching or not) but anything less is a no-no! So imagine my horror when I step out of the shower yesterday and find some hippo of a woman has got the locker next to mine and is getting changed. Actually no, she's not getting changed, she's sitting on the bench completely naked, faffing in her bag for something! What makes it worse is that this women is at least a metre and a half across the arse, has no intention of covering up and, most terribly of all, is sitting dead opposite my locker with her legs wide open! So when I go to open my locker I get more than an eyeful of this fat beastly women's... well, everything!! So I kept my distance for a while, feeling already traumatised, pretending to be using the body lotion stuff. But she sits there for another 20 mins, completely naked, in front of my locker. If anyone else has had an awful experience like this I'd like to know, I think we should campaign against fat people at the gym (well... maybe not fat people, just naked fat people) Or maybe just naked people at all. The other bad thing about the showers at the gym is the people who have obviously just got some stupid complex about themselves, who have perfect bodies but still slave for hours in the gym. Two of them will get together, naked after the shower and go "Oooh look at this roll of flab" (pinches invisible fold of skin) "Told you I shouldn't have had that extra slice of cucumber for lunch! Now I'm going to have to do 300 sit ups to get rid of it!" It's a huge irony in itself. I joined the gym to shift some flab and try and make myself look (what I thought in my mind as) "normal" - and what I find now is that compared to everyone else there, compared to Mrs. Naked Flabby and Miss Delusional, I am normal!What a pleasant note to end on...
