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[Oct. 30th, 2009|11:09 am] |
The past three months have been pretty weird. Well, weird things haven't been happening, but considering the lack of things that do happen in my life, it is pretty weird how suddenly many things have been happening.
I have somehow managed to acquire three jobs. I did have one of them already doing my bit of ushering. But envelope stuffing does pay off as I was offered a month's contract filling in for someone who got a different job in the department. That month has now been turned into the end of December which is great because I really enjoy doing it. Job number three is working at box office, which is also nice. I like jobs where you get to sit down. This does mean that I never seem to leave the Young Vic, and my only free time is my sleeping hours, but I mustn't grumble really.
The other thing I have managed to acquire is a boyfriend!!!!!!!!!!111 Didn't ever think that was going to happen, but it just did which is really nice. He likes food and eating in good restaurants. That's all I need to impress me really.
So then after all of this good, Dave the fire officer at work who I have become fairly close to over the past year, died on Wednesday. It was a massive shock and the whole company just sort of stopped yesterday when everyone found out. I am really sad and he will be missed so much.
So, in other news, I haven't been seeing as many films as I would like at this time of year, so I desperately need to do a catch up with that.
I also read American Psycho. An experience I would prefer not to relive.
My hairdryer nearly blew up in my hand the other day. That was a time! It started smoking and jerking about and making high pitched whining noises. It was very traumatic.
I haven't written anything on this that is longer than a sentence for a while so I thought that I may as well update it now. It is funny how when nothing much seems to be happening in my life I have an incredible desire to update my lj, but when things actually happen the thought never crosses my mind.
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[Oct. 11th, 2009|10:54 pm] |
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ALL I CARE ABOUT IS FOOD |
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[May. 24th, 2009|10:31 pm] |
I haven't made a post in a while, mainly because I haven't been doing anything that warrants a livejournal entry. But has anything I have ever done warranted a livejournal entry? Probs not.
Last week was my birthday. Frances took me to the Dorchester for lunch which was pretty amazing and made me feel very special. The wife is pretty marvellous. Lionel Blair was also dining at the same time as us which excited us both considerably. I was dressed like a fool, but loved it all the same.
As applying for jobs hasn't really been working out for me, I have been begging for non-usher work at the Young Vic, and it has finally been rewarded to me. One day a week in the TPR office for the next couple of months at least. Now that I have got this far, the plan is to beg for full time work. I think it could happen.
My love life is back to normal, which means it is non-existent. It is kind of comforting in a completely lame way, as at least I know what to expect - NOTHING. But I have decided that 22 is going to be a good year for me in many areas of my life, so maybe I will drag myself out of the pit of despair that I have been dwelling in for so long.
My hairdresser died a couple of months ago, which was pretty tragic actually. I have been going to him since I was three so I have known him most of my life. Nevertheless, I am getting my hair chopped off this Friday by a lady who works in the same salon as he did. My dad was all like 'I have never seen her cut a young persons hair before', so now I am terrified that I am going to come away with mum hair. But then I think I was the youngest client of my old hairdresser and I liked his work, so there we go.
I saw Star Trek the other day. My immediate reaction was 'yeah, cool, I liked that', but then about two days later I suddenly realised 'MAN, I LOVE THAT MOVIE'. It is slowly taking over my life. I actually watched the whole of The Princess Diaries 2 the other day, purely to perve on Chris Pine. Yup. Regression. Sad times. Etc. I think that every time I am rejected by a guy I like I have to temporarily attach myself to a film/fit male actor, in order to soothe my wounded soul. I should be over it in a couple of weeks. Don't be too worried, guys. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2009|10:56 pm] |
1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random... Read more”
or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.
2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"
or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.
(It's worth refreshing the page from this link or all of the titles will end up the same/ similar).
3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days
Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4 - Use Photoshop, Paint, Paint.net or similar to put it all together.
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[Feb. 17th, 2009|12:54 am] |
I can hardly believe it, but this year I seem to be irresistible. Ok, that may be a bit of an exaggeration, but my kissing tally for 2009 is already at two guys, and considering the ridiculous and slightly embarrassing drought I had been having prior to this, I am amazed.
But really I am mostly amazed by the guy who came up to me today at Southwark tube station while I was waiting for my train, and proceeded to tell me about what it means when I wear a ring on each of my different fingers while holding onto my hand a bit too firmly. After that fascinating bit of information, my train arrived, and he said that he was already at his stop so he should get my number so that we could meet again. I threw him the 'errrmm, got a boyfriend' excuse, so then he quite forcefully kissed my cheeks but really was aiming for my mouth, and then followed me onto the train, where I made a loud fuss so that he had to sit far away from me. However, when he got off at the next stop, he made for me again as if to kiss me, so I yelled out something like 'NO. YOU ARE SO WEIRD'.
The point is, I am creeped out. He is up there with BT Man and Foot Fetish Man. Bleugh. I am just really not very good in those sort of situations.
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[Jan. 29th, 2009|01:04 pm] |
So, my dark times are already upon us. My annual month/month and a half of depression commences here. I cannot wait for it to be over. Despite this temporary glitch, 2009 has been alright so far. Better than the last 2 years, anyway. I have been doing a lot more socialising, which is nice. I thought I didn't really like it before, but I have realised that it depends on the company and where you are. I have mostly just been having a few drinks after work, and I am glad to say that I have been enjoying it.
Other things that I have been enjoying is Mad Men. I am bloody obsessed. It really just started a few days ago when my gloom began to kick in. I have been streaming episode after episode, pretty slowly as they take ages to load, but man, I love it. But because I love it so much I desperately want to look like Joan Holloway, but can't, because none of my clothes allow me to. Therefore, I am spending loads of money that I don't have on wiggle dresses off ebay (ONLY 9 MINUTES LEFT GUYS. LETS HOPE NO ONE OUTBIDS ME). Maybe after my dark times I will emerge big boobied with a salmon pink blouse and tight pencil skirt. I have one of them down, just two more to go. OMG, someone buy this for me, NOW: http://www.1928.com/pages-productinfo/category-22_31_341/product-57397/jewelry-necklaces-long-necklaces-1928-jewelry-1960s-vintage-inspired-gold-tone-pen-necklace.html
I was really ill a couple of weeks ago which meant that I didn't eat which then meant that I lost half a stone over a weekend. Amazing. I think I am gradually putting the weight back on, but I might try and do something to prevent that from happening. Maybe. Being ill is so lame, and just as I got better, suddenly and runny nose and sore throat hit me. Luckily, that is all it is, but still, it isn't very fair, is it? |
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[Nov. 9th, 2008|10:36 pm] |
I received this in the post the other day:
It was sent anonymously. I don't really know what that is about, but there we go.
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[Oct. 16th, 2008|10:57 am] |
I am so bored, guuuyyyyzzzzzz.
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[Oct. 3rd, 2008|11:48 am] |
Lately I have been obsessed with finding lists of the 100 Most Popular Books in England, or The 100 Best Books Ever Written, or If You are a Man You Should Read These 100 Books and then counting how many of the books I have read. It is so fun, and if I ever get past 50 I feel very intelligent, well, I am sure that I will if I ever do get past 50. My highest count is something like 47, which I think it quite good still as I haven't lived half my life yet (well, I hope not, because I don't want to die at 42).
I was very excited to finish my English degree just so that I would have time to read books of MY choosing, though now that I have finished I seem to be reading the same books I had on my course. I am currently reading Mansfield Park which is the most boring of Austen's work and I have never enjoyed it, so I don't know why I am doing this to myself, but there we go.
I watched the Royal Tenenbaums the other day, and I forgot how great it was. But I am sure you all knew that already. I also watched The Way We Were and I forgot how depressing that was, and I also didn't realise how deep my love for Robert Redford ran. I might even have to get an icon of his lovely face now. Mmmhmmm, that will waste a good 15 minutes or so.
My proper search for a job will start on Monday now. For now and for the rest of the weekend, I think I will do as many internet quizzes as I can about what career will be best for me. Great idea, Naomi. |
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