Gimme Fuel, Gimme Fire, Gimme that which I desire - OOOOH!!!
Ok, so it's been a while. A long long while. But that just goes to show I've been busy, ok?!? Busier than I should be, considering it's the summer bloody holidays, but hey, why change the habit of my university lifetime?Ever since first year I've said "I want to go away this summer, just go somewhere nice and get the hell away from Birmingham", but has it happened yet? No. And no, seven months in Paris does not count as a holiday, I was working there (sometimes)!
Quick re-cap of what's been going on then....
June 9th, 10th n 11th: DOWNLOAD!!! The closest thing to a holiday I've had this year, but to be honest, by the end of the weekend, I was slightly regretting it. Slightly. I did get to see Metallica and a large number of other bands I wanted to see, and I did see Axl Rose make a tit of himself, so it wasn't a total waste. It was just far far too hot, there was no cover, we were burned within hours of being there, camping was a disaster, the food was way too expensive, the toilets were, literally, shit, and all the usual crappy festival stuff. Musically, it rocked. Hurray!
June 29th (I think): Gemma's party chez elle. It was pretty good. We got a certain person beggin me and Gemma to wax his arse for him (no names of course...) and constantly going on about the male G-spot (he knows too much about the inside of a man's arse) and we had a few drinkng games, put the world tro rights, etc etc, all the usual.
July 1st: Woohoo!! My 21st birthday!! We also moved into our new house this day, only to find it was still be occupied - by not one, but two colonies of ants. Not good since we were putting food out and stuff, but we negotiated that if they came near our food, we would squish them with all the force we could muster, to which they kindly agreed to stay away for a while. Oh yeah, it was also the day that England got bummed out of the world cup, whether it was by Ronaldo or Rooney or the ref or Sven or God - I dont give a toss really. Point is, all our housemates plus Rob, Sandy, Ed, Jules, Mez and Tinsley came round and watched it and it was pants. So we cheered ourselves up with mass alcohol drinkage and Ring of Fire. The guy that invented that game is/was a genius. We headed off to Eddies (my first time in almost a year) and it was rocking and it was good. t was nice to see everyone again too, since I'd be too poor from this day on to see any of them.....
July up until now: Well, I was poor as fuck. So I was looking for a job. I got an interview for waterstones but they said no. And then I had to do a crappy interview for Asda, which I wasnt too fond of and didnt really want the job, so I pissed around in the group selection - but they still gave me a job. And as none of the other dozen or so jobs I applied for even sent me a "Thanks, but no thanks" letter, I had little choice but to settle.
The pay's pretty good, they've given me enough hours to keep me busy, and of course there's the incentive that after 12 weeks, they'll give me a nice shiny card that says "GIVE ME FREE STUFF!!!" - or at least, "Knock a tenner off that £100 shopping bill". I can see I'll be popular during food shopping trips this year....
They've put me on fruit and veg (or "Produce" as it's officially called) and I can honestly say it's the hardest job I've ever had. Even shovelling dog poo at the kennels when I was 14 wasn't this hard. And 2 weeksd into my new job I'm now screaming out for a day off, just to catch up on sleep and let my aching muscles relax. That is one good thing though - by the time I leave, I'll have a washboard stomach and muscles like Hercules.... well maybe not but we'll see.
What else...well Dave's still unemployed (I don't count Smiths as work because a) it's crap money, b) he only does 8 hours a week and c) he only turns up once a month) He's hoping to get a job that's going at my dad's place, but he hasnt heard anything back yet. It's only been three days though I guess... On a plus note there though, he has decided what he wants to do with his life. He wants to become a maths teacher. Yes, a maths teacher. The bane of most young people's lives. I think he'd be good at it though, he'd be one of those cool teachers who makes maths "fun". If that's possible. Ah, Mr Rose!! I was trying to explain to Dave one maths teacher at our school who was actually nice and made maths make sense to me for a year - so if anyone from Polesworth remembers Mr Rose.... there you go, that's what Dave'll be like.
Oh, forgot as well that it was Ross' birthday this weekend just gone, so another party and all that. It was the usual - just the housemates and Gem n Dan this time; mass drinking; Dave making a cocktail and adding chilli, then offering it to our chavvy next door neighbours; said neighbours then throwing fruit at us (why we do not know); Going off to Subculture; it being shite then great then shite and then great - just all over the place really. They did play Fuel though - woo! followed by some Emo shite. Now! I had this argument with Mez the other day that I agreed not to call people emo cos... well I can't remember why, seems silly now I suppose. But it's undisputable that emo music is a big steaming pile of milky-white wank. Apologies, but fuck you (no, not you Mez...) It sucks. Anyway, had a laugh, got drunk, had to go to work at 9a.m. next day... s'all good.
So that brings us up to now. Dave is pissing off to Devon next week with the lads while i get stuck up here in the shitty hot weather, working my ass off for some money to go somewhere myself. If I ever have the time of course. What a shit summer this is turning out to be.
I went to the bank the other day to find out exactly how much of my overdraft I have left (yes that's right - what's left of my overdraft). The woman at the till said "Two sixty two." And it wasn't til i got outside that I promptly bricked myself that she meant £2.62 and not £262 like I thought. Thankfully I went back to the bank next day to check again and I was right. So big thank you to the lady at the bank who gave me the biggest scare of the past two weeks. And also for telling me the cheque I finally recieved from France (where they charged me a fortune to clean my flat after I left, even though I already cleaned it, theiving bastards!) would take 4 WEEKS to move into my account. What the fuck do they needs four bloody weeks to do?? Cretins, the lot of 'em.
And so ends another installment of my life snippets. I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have (haha). Goodnight everybody.
posted by Kim @ 7/27/2006 09:19:00 pm
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