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Whut thu Bleep?!?!?!

University life is upon us again!! Well, some of us. I finally got my timetable today, and it is the sweetest little thing ever. Well, I guess it could be better, as I do have a 9a.m. friday, which is prime post-Eddies recovery time, but hey, what ya gonna do? I have no more than three lectures on any given day, though I am in uni everyday. I have one lecture 9a.m. weds, and the rest of the day free, and all of thurs til 4 free. What's annoying me is that I didnt get one of the options I chose - I wanted to do women in Politics, as I think that would totally suit me and I'd prob have done pretty well in it. However, I dont have women in politics - what I do have is "culture and commitment in Inter-war europe". Riveting stuff that.

I should be at work right now. I've been in every day this week and to be fair I've quite enjoyed it (yes I am quite sad), but today they wanted me to help out on freezers, on their brand-spanking new department. An hour and a half of freezing cold grafting later, I complained to the manager that I was feeling ill - which is true, I'm feeling the on-set of tonsilitus, right on cue for the start of uni - so he told me to return to produce. Which I did; I said hello to Patrick, scowled at Kelly, hugged Simon, and left for home. To be honest, it wasnt neccessary for me to go home, I didn't feel that ill. I just really needed some time to myself to go home and laze around and... stuff. Write on my blog, obv!

There was so much more I wanted to write but I can't really be bothered to anymore. I'm starting to feel the full effect of living with a bunch of blokes - they can never organise themselves to do anything! Helen came online earlier - "Are you guys going to subbies tonight?" I said I knew nothing much about it but I'd find out and that subbies was probably likely. Apparently it was Ross who told Helen that we're Subs-ing. Shortly after, Ross ambles up "Mez wants to know what your plans are for tonight" "Well," I say, "You've told Helen we're going to Subbies, havent you, so I imagine that's the plan". Blank look. "Er no," he says, "I'm going to the guild tonight". Oh... right.... "So, uh, where's Mez going?" Ross shrugs his shoulders. Hmm, useful. "And who else is going out tonight?" Again with the shrugging. I've said this before but listen up cos I'm going to say it again - WHY CAN'T GUYS TALK TO EACH OTHER?????? We all frickin live together for feck's sake, and yet I'm the only one who knows what everyone else's plans are! Jeeeeze you men...

posted by Kim @ 9/30/2006 02:56:00 pm 2 Comments

"Doing some archeology, madam?" said the Viking to the Lady in Leopard-Print

(Written, like, a week ago!!)
Last week myself, Ross and Rob left the sunny climes of Brummiegum for the distant Northern shores of York. Thinking of how erratic the weather had been here of late, and considering how far north York is, I packed plenty of jumpers and trousers so that I could comfortably brace the torrential downpours and blizzards. However, upon our arrival into York, though it was a bit late at night, it was lovely and warm. And the next day was sunny and lovely. And so was the next day. Oh well....

The purpose of our visit was to see Laura before we all had to go back to uni, and also cos of the fact that she visited me in Paris, so it was only fair she do the whole tour guide thing in York. It was also an opportunity to allow Laura to be "hardcore", since her York friends, kinda, arent. So we arrived at around 9p.m, ate pizza by 10pm, got pissed by 10:15pm. And so carried on until the wee hours of the next morning, catching up and generally having a good time. Next day we did a bit of sight-seeing, and we visited the highly amusing Viking Centre. It all started when we were waiting in the queue, and some dude dressed as a Viking, complete with huge, sharp-looking sword, began questioning us. He was quite rude really, because the first thing he said, to Laura (who was wearing a leopard-print top) was "Did you kill that yourself, madam?", whilst waving his sword maniacally in her face. Next he questioned Ross' degree, and asked what exactly he designed and stuff, just being pretty negative generally (though, at least he didnt call it "a degree in drawing and colouring-in" like I do.) Despite his rudeness though, we went in and had a look round. It was all good fun, all these mad people dressed as Vikings, but talking normally, much to Rob's disappointment. They took us round on this thing that was a bit like a ghost train but it was going through a viking village. Afterwards, there were loads of activities for kids, so being the children we are, we all had a go at writing our names in runes, drawing pics of vikings, and investigating random bits of stone and bone. This would have all been good innocent fun, had one of the Vikings not taken... shall we call it, a liking?.... to Laura. Every so often he'd just pop up behind her and ask what she was doing, in a loud, boomy voice. The second time it happened, i joked that he was really scaring her, hoping he'd go away, but oh no. At one point he scared her so much she jumped and ran away, so this viking turned to Rob and said, in a loud voice "Very jumpy isn't she, sir?". Rob kinda stood there. And stood there. And, finally turned back to the Viking and shouted "YES SIR, SHE IS!!" After that I think the Viking got scared and found someone else to scare the crap out of. At least this one didnt have a sword though....
The aforementioned Viking also pissed Rob off by telling him his drawing of a Viking was shite. "It's a good picture sir, except for one problem - Viking helmets did not have horns. It was made up by the Victorians to make them seem more evil" (there ya go kids, you've learnt something) Rob was, well, it's fair to say he was upset after this, and grumbled all the way home, and in to the next couple of days.
We also visited the Minister that day, which was nice and pretty, and we sat in the lovely gardens and chilled for a while. I forgot to mention that, before all our Viking adventures, Laura and I took Rob shopping, to buy him some less trampy clothes. By the time we'd finished he looked like a real man, rather than a drunk student. Hooray. Then at the end of the night we all went to a place which played a lot of Indie and had a jolly good time.

The next day we decided to go on the York Eye - it's a bit like the London Eye, except you can't see the Houses of Parliament, or a river, or Big Ben. What we could see was hills, and fields, and most of the town, and a cliff with a white horse on the side (which Claire says was natural but I don't believe her!) After that we did some more walking around town, investigating this, investigating that - general investigation. And then we walked on the city walls which (you guessed it) go all the way round the city. We were looking for some particular part to get off the wall so we could go to Bargain Booze (ah yes, classy kids, us), and so once we'd finished wandering the walls we went back to Laura's and, yep, you guessed right again, started drinking. Under normal circumstances, we wouldnt drink quite this much in the space of three days, but since hearing that Lol's uni friends were anti-hardcore, we felt like we had something to prove. The place we went that night was even better than the one before, it just wasnt as crowded. And they played RATM and other stuff like that. Made me miss Eddies.

Overall, our time in York went almost completely problem-free. No missed trains, no burly metro police, no sleazy freaks (except for one guy in one of the pubs we went to, who thought it was acceptable to grope my arse, not once but twice!! I swear I was drunk enough to consider slapping him.) Just a very nice, well-deserved holiday. What follows now is two weeks of rushing between Dordon and Polesworth and Birmingham and Asda, followed by Lolly coming back down for a week or something so more drinking and shopping I imagine!

Yay!!

posted by Kim @ 9/14/2006 05:54:00 pm 0 Comments

PMT Etiquette

I often wonder what men actually think periods and PMT are. It seems to me that men think that it's just a bit of blood, nothing to worry about and there most certainly isn't any additional pain, and if there is, we really shouldn't complain (because, of course, if the tables were turned, they wouldn't complain, would they?!) And as for PMT - well, it just means the wife's a bit mardy, right? No matter what time of the month, if the lady's feeling down it must must must be PMT. There can be no other explanation, can there?? Well gents, I hope you're listening, you may well actually learn something! This is the best advice I could ever give someone dealing with a PMT-ridden girl-pal, exclusively on this here website (because nobody else will listen to me)

Boyfriends:
1. We have stomach cramps. It's a fact. It has nothing to do with how much or how little we've eaten! And the more you deny how much pain we're in, the more we want to thump you in the stomach repeatedly to let you know.
2. Many of us also suffer from headaches. Don't repeatedly ask us if we've taken anything - of course we have, but it obviously didnt work. That goes for stomach aches too.
3. We get sore breasts - do not grope us.
4. We're sore generally - do not grope us. In fact, physically, leave us the fuck alone.
5. However, we are needy and emotional at this particular time more than ever, so for God's sake don't spend as much of your time as possible as far away as possible; now more than ever, we need love and care and attention. More than anything, attention!!
6. We can forgive you for the above if you happen to be in another country (or county even). We can't forgive you if we text you and you don't text back for a couple of days
7. WE NEED CHOCOLATE. NOW!!!!!
8. If I'm pissed off, it could quite possibly be because you have pissed me off. Not because I am premenstrual.
9. Additionaly, if an argument kicks off, do NOT put it down to PMT. These arguments will be our most honest and scathing, and though it might be hurtful, it's much better to get everything off our chests! Even you will agree to that, eventually....
10. And finally, a pearl of wisdom from my mum "You [men] should just accept that everything you do, and everything you say is wrong. Accept this, and you'll live happily in harmony with your woman." There you go.

It's important to note, by the way, that this is by no means aimed at Dave. He's guilty of a few of these things, but so is every other guy I've ever known. This was actually sparked by someone at work (see point 8) so don't think that this is a personal attack on anyone in particular! And it is meant in the most lighthearted of ways (though I'm only saying that cos I'm not premenstrual!)

Nonetheless, it's something we could all learn from. I honestly don't think guys understand enough, and since most guys say to me "I don't understand women, why do they have to be complex?" I just thought I'd give this particular subject a quick going over. Next time: Why women need to shop....

posted by Kim @ 9/12/2006 07:40:00 pm 6 Comments

I'm Freeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

I've finished and handed in my coursework! Yippeeee! No more work for me for another, erm, month.... god this life is shite.

I also had a disciplinary hearing yesterday at work for something illegal I did at the weekend, but that's another story.

Aaaaaaaaaand, I finally got a locker key for work!! After being there for around 8 weeks now, they finally entrusted me with a sacred locker key. It was the happiest moment of my Asda career!!

So now I'm just down to my last four or five jobs that need doing. Then next week I'll be in York visiting the Lovely Lolly avec mes amis, and for two weeks after that I'll be back at Polesworth high doing all my crappy "observing" - it's going to be boring as hell I know already. And of course I get to face all the teachers who ever doubted me (anyone who knows me that well knows exactly who I'm talking about!!)

And so ends possibly the worst summer I've ever had. I hope you all enjoyed the two weeks of sunshine (and excrutiating heat) we had, cos it doesn't look like they'll be coming back now. From here onwards it looks like it's going to be rain, rain and more rain!! Hooray!!

posted by Kim @ 9/01/2006 12:33:00 pm 0 Comments