I've started blogging again a bit more recently,
As you've probably noticed - being the one who reads it.
The thing is I really want to take my writing further, But I'm not too sure how...
I've even sat with a blank word document opened in front of me a couple of times...
But no inspiration has hit me..
I've even googled Blog-writing competitions, Just to make blogging a bit more worthwhile...
But they don't seem to exist.
All I have found are writing competitions...
"Write a story in less than 1000 words with one of these as the title..."
*THE MAN WHO LIVES NEXT DOOR*
*AS THE CURIOUS TREE BLOWS*
*HELP, MY CAT IS MOOING*
So on so forth.
So until I find a sudden burst of inspiration - these rambling rambles will have to do.
It's a Friday night and I really want to be out.
But I'm going out tomorrow night.
I would happily go out tonight AND tomorrow night.
However, money does not allow it.
Well I could...
I have an Overdraft - But I prefer not to use it..
Okay that's not strictly true...seeing as I am in it..
And using it to fund my night out tomorrow...
But if I went out tonight I would be even more in it.
Aint nobody got time for that.
For once the sensible part of my brain is ruling the YOLO side of my brain.
I better make the most of it, It doesn't happen too often.
My Legs are dead.
A couple of years back when I was still at Sixth Form I was walking up the concrete steps at the train station in my ugg-wannabe boots that completely cave your feet in, when I kicked the step and lost my footing and ending up sprawled out face planting the stairs, with my hood over my eyes and my bag looped round my arm - there were a few people around me and I just stood up and carried on like normal and hobbled on up the stairs.
I did the same today.
I was in a rush this morning - I woke up at 09.32 - I still managed to get quickly washed/ make-upped/dressed/out the door and shuffling through the shop doors at 09.58 - what a pro.
However it did mean that I was in 'Amelia's name badge and Pollys size 7 shoes because I couldn't find my own. Stupid too big 7 shoes meant as I went running up the stairs at work the exact same thing happened. SPLAT. SPRAWL. OOFT.
This time however it was accompanied by a bit of swearing and a majorly sore toe.
I have weird feet anyway - my big toe sticks inwards at a most unappealing angle, and I have some bumps on my feet that I should probably get checked out but I am too scared to because they will be bashed about even more - and they are shy anyway.- So yes sensitive feet did not appreciate being slammed into a stair and sulked on me for the next half hour with a nice painful throbbing.
I thought I'd got away with it as well until a voice from a managers office called out "Who just fell up the stairs?"
Hmmmph.
(There you go Kayleigh, I mentioned you, Just because I know you always read my blogs and that last time you were mentioned...you felt famous. So here you go. You can feel famous again....Enjoy it. #Honoured)
However it's not just falling up the stairs that has done my poor legs and feet in.
Oh no.
That was just the tip of the bunion. (OKAY THAT'S GROSS I'M SORRY)
I've started running...I say that - I've been out twice since Tuesday...
For about 15 minutes round the block...
But hey it's a start okay?!
It's because I bought some new trainers - I NEVER wear trainers.
I live in long tops, dresses and cardigans -
Nothing that an added trainer would compliment.
However I must say they are rather nice...
And suprisingly comfortable...
And they've got something in them that makes them good because when I run in them something supports something that does something or something.
I kind of tuned out when the man in the shop was talking....
It is good though - even though I nearly die everytime I run...
My legs kill...
I go an interesting shade of purple...(hahaha I totally just wrote Paper instead of Purple...)
And I wanna Vom...
But hey I'm sure by next week I'll be on half marathons!
Watch out Olympics 2016 - I'maaaaa coming!!
Loves
xx
Friday, 15 February 2013
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Crying and Laughing.
Last night, I got in from work...or make that the early hours of this morning,
Because I have a rare Sunday off today...woohoo, I decided to cook some potato wedges and catch-up on Eastenders...Potato Wedges at 01.45 in the morning, terrible.
It was a fairly emosh episode, poor old Zainab having to admit that her marriage was over, before driving off late at night in the back of a black cab, with the old twinkly theme tune playing as it zoomed in on Masood standing on the pavement waving her and their son off with tears in his eyes, before showing her breaking down in the back seat - in true Eastenders style.
And I cried.
I bloody cried.
When I was a kid, I always use to mock my mum for crying at stuff on the telly, I didn't understand how you could possibly cry at something that wasn't real.
Then in Year ten I went to see Blood Brothers with my drama class, it was so amazing - I cried the whole way through the second act and by the time the big finale song was being sung by the distraught mother, as her two sons lay dead on the floor I was absolutely sobbing.
That must have triggered something...
I've suddenly become one of THOSE people - who cry at the smallest things when watching things either on the telly, or in the cinema...
I cried when me and polly went and saw Billy Elliot and he sang a song reading from a letter his dead mother had left him (Polly says I was the only person in the theatre crying at that bit and laughed at me. I CAN'T HAVE BEEN!)
I cried when I watched the Notebook...
I had to sit with my scarf stuffed in my mouth to stop myself from sobbing out loud, when me and mumma went to watch Marley and Me and poor old Marley had to be put to sleep (though to be fair you could hear people sobbing from all around us...)
Myself and my cousin Devon got all teary watching a documentary round our grandparents the other week, there was a baby seal who's mum had abandoned it, it kept going up to other seals and trying to nuzzle them for milk and being batted away :(
And the worse was the other week, when home alone, late at night, for some mad reason I decided to watch 'The boy in the striped pyjamas' - It was horrific. I was just a sobbing heap on my sofa, so much so I was tempted to turn it off, but I only had 15 minutes left, so I watched it - was made even more upset by the fact they ended up dying, then was too traumatised to go to bed so stayed up watching my Family Guy DVD for most of the night, to calm myself down and think happy thoughts...
But then I don't just cry easily at emotional stuff..
I cry with laugher, So easily...
To the point where I only need to giggle a little bit and my eyes fill up...
And then people say "Oh my god, you're actually CRYING with laughter!"
And I have to wipe my eyes and say "Argh, I cry so easily when I laugh, even when it's not even that funny"
Although it is a bad thing, crying so easily - because it makes it look like I find simple things really funny.. (okay I do..)
It's also good...I love a good laugh, I find it just the most stress-relieving relaxing thing.
Ocasionally it backfires...
Like once at Superdrug, I was on tills with Simon and Curly...and I got the giggles.
I got the giggles real bad.
To the point where I was pretty much laughing in customers faces...
I had to keep apologising for my laugher..
My voice kept wobbling as I spoke and I had to keep doing small coughs and apologising and repeating myself..
Luckily, you get the customers who take it and laugh along with you...
But you always get the ones that are most disapproving...
Unfortunately for me, laughter always seems to strike at the wrong moment, and it's when you are aware that it is at the wrong moment, that it is made even harder to control.
Take the other night for instance, I went out with some people from my course, we started out at Lloyds and then went onto Thursdays, between the group of us we varied between sober to absolutely wasted...
4 of us were in the taxi home, 2 of us were left..Myself and Niland (who was on the slightly drunker end of the scale) - Unfortunately we had ended up with one of those taxi drivers that is lacking a sense of humour, and was rather short tempered with us. He headed for my road and turned a sharp corner, at which point Niland shot off her pull down seat and ended up in a heap on the floor, without being able to stop herself.
As if I wasn't amused neough by that, the taxi driver instantly slammed his brakes on, turned around in his seat and furiously asked 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE?!!!'
I completely lost it, unfortunately being the most sober of the two of us I had to apologise and say 'I'm so sorry...she fell out her seat as you went round the corner...'
Even though it was more 'Hahahahahaha I'm - so so-so-sorry, hahahahah she - she - hahahahaha she fell out her seat - hahahahahaha as you went round the corner hahahahahahahahahahaha'
He did not appear to have a sense of humour...
Nor to be the kind of person that liked people...
Least of all giggling people...
Which to be fair...
Just made it even funnier.
Muhahahahaha.
Loves
xx
Because I have a rare Sunday off today...woohoo, I decided to cook some potato wedges and catch-up on Eastenders...Potato Wedges at 01.45 in the morning, terrible.
It was a fairly emosh episode, poor old Zainab having to admit that her marriage was over, before driving off late at night in the back of a black cab, with the old twinkly theme tune playing as it zoomed in on Masood standing on the pavement waving her and their son off with tears in his eyes, before showing her breaking down in the back seat - in true Eastenders style.
And I cried.
I bloody cried.
When I was a kid, I always use to mock my mum for crying at stuff on the telly, I didn't understand how you could possibly cry at something that wasn't real.
Then in Year ten I went to see Blood Brothers with my drama class, it was so amazing - I cried the whole way through the second act and by the time the big finale song was being sung by the distraught mother, as her two sons lay dead on the floor I was absolutely sobbing.
That must have triggered something...
I've suddenly become one of THOSE people - who cry at the smallest things when watching things either on the telly, or in the cinema...
I cried when me and polly went and saw Billy Elliot and he sang a song reading from a letter his dead mother had left him (Polly says I was the only person in the theatre crying at that bit and laughed at me. I CAN'T HAVE BEEN!)
I cried when I watched the Notebook...
I had to sit with my scarf stuffed in my mouth to stop myself from sobbing out loud, when me and mumma went to watch Marley and Me and poor old Marley had to be put to sleep (though to be fair you could hear people sobbing from all around us...)
Myself and my cousin Devon got all teary watching a documentary round our grandparents the other week, there was a baby seal who's mum had abandoned it, it kept going up to other seals and trying to nuzzle them for milk and being batted away :(
And the worse was the other week, when home alone, late at night, for some mad reason I decided to watch 'The boy in the striped pyjamas' - It was horrific. I was just a sobbing heap on my sofa, so much so I was tempted to turn it off, but I only had 15 minutes left, so I watched it - was made even more upset by the fact they ended up dying, then was too traumatised to go to bed so stayed up watching my Family Guy DVD for most of the night, to calm myself down and think happy thoughts...
But then I don't just cry easily at emotional stuff..
I cry with laugher, So easily...
To the point where I only need to giggle a little bit and my eyes fill up...
And then people say "Oh my god, you're actually CRYING with laughter!"
And I have to wipe my eyes and say "Argh, I cry so easily when I laugh, even when it's not even that funny"
Although it is a bad thing, crying so easily - because it makes it look like I find simple things really funny.. (okay I do..)
It's also good...I love a good laugh, I find it just the most stress-relieving relaxing thing.
Ocasionally it backfires...
Like once at Superdrug, I was on tills with Simon and Curly...and I got the giggles.
I got the giggles real bad.
To the point where I was pretty much laughing in customers faces...
I had to keep apologising for my laugher..
My voice kept wobbling as I spoke and I had to keep doing small coughs and apologising and repeating myself..
Luckily, you get the customers who take it and laugh along with you...
But you always get the ones that are most disapproving...
Unfortunately for me, laughter always seems to strike at the wrong moment, and it's when you are aware that it is at the wrong moment, that it is made even harder to control.
Take the other night for instance, I went out with some people from my course, we started out at Lloyds and then went onto Thursdays, between the group of us we varied between sober to absolutely wasted...
4 of us were in the taxi home, 2 of us were left..Myself and Niland (who was on the slightly drunker end of the scale) - Unfortunately we had ended up with one of those taxi drivers that is lacking a sense of humour, and was rather short tempered with us. He headed for my road and turned a sharp corner, at which point Niland shot off her pull down seat and ended up in a heap on the floor, without being able to stop herself.
As if I wasn't amused neough by that, the taxi driver instantly slammed his brakes on, turned around in his seat and furiously asked 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN THERE?!!!'
I completely lost it, unfortunately being the most sober of the two of us I had to apologise and say 'I'm so sorry...she fell out her seat as you went round the corner...'
Even though it was more 'Hahahahahaha I'm - so so-so-sorry, hahahahah she - she - hahahahaha she fell out her seat - hahahahahaha as you went round the corner hahahahahahahahahahaha'
He did not appear to have a sense of humour...
Nor to be the kind of person that liked people...
Least of all giggling people...
Which to be fair...
Just made it even funnier.
Muhahahahaha.
Loves
xx
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Life as a Single Singleton. Take me out...to Sheiks (or not..)
"Taz...there's a girl in my class who is going to be running a thing like 'Take me out....'
*Silence as I pour my soup into a bowl...*
"It's going to be called 'Take me out to Shieks...'.."
*Silence as I eat a few spoonfuls of it (I like cold soup, I know - weird)*
"Like take me out but you go on a date to Shieks..."
*Silence as I put it in the microwave...*
"They need Ten boys and Ten girls..."
"Right...where is it held?"
"Down the SU...."
"Is there loads of people there?"
"Only people who come and support you..."
"Right...when's this...?"
"Not til April, do you want an application form?....."
Conversation with the housemate approx. 16.30 this afternoon.
And so this is apparently what my current lack of love life has come to.
*Sigh*
I will have to hope that I fall lucky by April.
I cringe at the thought of it.
Especially those final questions...
"If you were a Disney Character who would you be?"
"Umm...Dory from finding Nemo...Because I'm unintentionally forgetful and easily confused..."
"If you were a Harry Potter Character who would you be?"
"Ummm...Neville Longbottom...Because I'm unintentionally forgetful and easily confused..."
"If you were an animal, what would you be?"
"Umm... A Goldfish...Because I'm unintentionally forgetful and easily confused..."
You see where I am going with this.
Hmmmm.
I'm not sure if I care enough about being single to go on a fake version of a TV show that I sit mocking whenever it's on the telly..."Honestly how would you resort to something like this?!"
Though saying that having someone would be lovely.
Even to be saved from the conversation with my grandparents that is coming oh so predictable.
"So Tazzie...have you not got yourself a boyfriend yet?"
"No...Not yet..."
"Are you not really interested in boys then?"
"No, No! I am! - I just haven't met anyone special yet..."
"You will love...you will"
Thing is, it's so complicated nowadays, you can't always (or always want to....) explain it...
It's not just a case of 'either being in a relationship where you are completely involved with a guy...or not being in a relationship and therefore having nothing to do with any guys at all'.
There's a getting with someone on a night out for no reason other than you are drunk and getting on well and it's all funny and silly and harmless...(or in my mums term: snogging. Which I must say is the worst word ever. urgh) - Been there done that.
There's the liking someone but them not liking you in that way... - Been there done that.
There's the someone liking you but you not being keen on them.. - Been there done that.
There's the times you think you might like someone and then it fizzles out...- Been there done that.
...or it doesn't fizzle out, then you end up so confused and annoyed by it all, it does fizzle out because it's not worth the hassle... - Been there done that.
There's the times you come close to getting close with someone and then freak yourself out at the thought of it becoming anything more than what it is and so you abandon ship... - Been there done that.
See.
Confusing Shiz.
How can I possibly put that into words?
My best bet is a simple "No not yet..."
And hopefully one day it will be a "As a matter of fact yes..." (Dear god please make it soon for my own sanity...)
Not that I ever would say "As a matter of fact...."
When it happens, it happens.
If it means I have to spend Valentines day down the pub with my equally single housemate for now...so be it ;)
It'll happen when it happens...
Loves
xx
*Silence as I pour my soup into a bowl...*
"It's going to be called 'Take me out to Shieks...'.."
*Silence as I eat a few spoonfuls of it (I like cold soup, I know - weird)*
"Like take me out but you go on a date to Shieks..."
*Silence as I put it in the microwave...*
"They need Ten boys and Ten girls..."
"Right...where is it held?"
"Down the SU...."
"Is there loads of people there?"
"Only people who come and support you..."
"Right...when's this...?"
"Not til April, do you want an application form?....."
Conversation with the housemate approx. 16.30 this afternoon.
And so this is apparently what my current lack of love life has come to.
*Sigh*
I will have to hope that I fall lucky by April.
I cringe at the thought of it.
Especially those final questions...
"If you were a Disney Character who would you be?"
"Umm...Dory from finding Nemo...Because I'm unintentionally forgetful and easily confused..."
"If you were a Harry Potter Character who would you be?"
"Ummm...Neville Longbottom...Because I'm unintentionally forgetful and easily confused..."
"If you were an animal, what would you be?"
"Umm... A Goldfish...Because I'm unintentionally forgetful and easily confused..."
You see where I am going with this.
Hmmmm.
I'm not sure if I care enough about being single to go on a fake version of a TV show that I sit mocking whenever it's on the telly..."Honestly how would you resort to something like this?!"
Though saying that having someone would be lovely.
Even to be saved from the conversation with my grandparents that is coming oh so predictable.
"So Tazzie...have you not got yourself a boyfriend yet?"
"No...Not yet..."
"Are you not really interested in boys then?"
"No, No! I am! - I just haven't met anyone special yet..."
"You will love...you will"
Thing is, it's so complicated nowadays, you can't always (or always want to....) explain it...
It's not just a case of 'either being in a relationship where you are completely involved with a guy...or not being in a relationship and therefore having nothing to do with any guys at all'.
There's a getting with someone on a night out for no reason other than you are drunk and getting on well and it's all funny and silly and harmless...(or in my mums term: snogging. Which I must say is the worst word ever. urgh) - Been there done that.
There's the liking someone but them not liking you in that way... - Been there done that.
There's the someone liking you but you not being keen on them.. - Been there done that.
There's the times you think you might like someone and then it fizzles out...- Been there done that.
...or it doesn't fizzle out, then you end up so confused and annoyed by it all, it does fizzle out because it's not worth the hassle... - Been there done that.
There's the times you come close to getting close with someone and then freak yourself out at the thought of it becoming anything more than what it is and so you abandon ship... - Been there done that.
See.
Confusing Shiz.
How can I possibly put that into words?
My best bet is a simple "No not yet..."
And hopefully one day it will be a "As a matter of fact yes..." (Dear god please make it soon for my own sanity...)
Not that I ever would say "As a matter of fact...."
When it happens, it happens.
If it means I have to spend Valentines day down the pub with my equally single housemate for now...so be it ;)
It'll happen when it happens...
Loves
xx
Saturday, 26 January 2013
2012, Going INSANE...And nose piercings.
This is my first post of 2013...Woohooooo!
I kinda thought that 2012 hadn't been THAT much of an interesting year, however reading back over some of my old posts...it really has... (I've even linked them up to the relevant blog post for your own viewing pleasure...)
Moving house, Getting lost-memory level of drunk for the first time, Dealing with difficult silly customers... and the Exploding-Dry-Shampoo-At-Work incident...(Which for some reason is my most viewed and most commented on post yo' crazy fools!)
So yes, Interesting times I suposeee..
I'm back at Uni now, and I am so determined to do well this semester - Last semester drove (is that even a word?! It doesn't look right) me absolutely insane. Insane to the point of 'I would rather fail this semester than perform this piece of work,'...Insane to the point of 'I cannot finish this essay, it is literally impossible. I just cannot do it.', Insane to the point of 'Why the fuck am I studying Drama, its probably going to get me nowhere, I wish I was training to be a primary school teacher.'
Sounds depressing I know. I was just working too darn hard.
Unfortunately I am one of those people that tries to do as much as possible, I guess as the saying goes 'I bit off more than I could chew' - How I did not end up going mad I do not know. For example one day I did Superdrug 09.00-13.00, Production rehearsals 13.30-17.30, Clowning rehearsals 17.30-20.30 and then Lloyds 21.00-00.00 - looking back on it now, it's no wonder that I was constantly stressed, crashing out at every moment I got and crying either in the morning when I woke up and realised what a long day ahead of me I had when I was already so tired, or crying at night when I got in from work at 02.00 in the morning and had to set my alarm to go off in another 5 hours...
However, Luckily we get crazy long holidays at Uni, So on the wednesday morning after 4 hours sleep (by the time I realised I COULD write this essay, it was 23.00 the night before hand in...) I handed in my essay, did a 10.00-20.00 at Superdrug and then a 20.30-01.00 at Lloyds got home and crashed out safe in the knowledge I had nooo Uni for another 4 weeks.
Boy that break was GOOD. I am back now and am already feeling so much happier with it all, I am loving this semester, I am enjoying the classes, happy with the my groups and I even enjoyed the lecture, feel really excited and inspired by it all, and am again realising why I chose theatre as a degree - I love it! So all good! I am determined to stay upbeat and positive by it all and even more determined not to get as run down as I did at the end of last year and just balance things out a bit more. I was not a fan of Ratty-Snappy-Unreaonable-Tearful-Exhausted-Negative Tasmin...which is why she will not be coming back again...Woohoo!
In other news.. BA BA BA BOOOOOOOM: I FINALLY GOT MY NOSE PIERCED. YAAAAAAY.
I've been saying for ages I want to get it done, the amount of times I stood in front of my mirror with eyeliner dotted on my nose trying to work out it would suit me or not...well I finally decided to go for it and I love it! I went down there with Housie Hannah yesterday morning, bit of a disaster when I realised halfway there that both my debit cards and my ID were in my other bag from when we went out tuesday night, So I had to turn around and go back...But eventually I got there!
Luckily Hannah came in with me and asked the right quetions about Needles and Guns and Sterile equipment, stuff that hadn't even crossed my mind, because in my head I was in a mild state of hysteria over the idea of something being jammed through my nose...even though I SO wanted it done.
So I sat there and the nice lady explained everything to me, then she clamped my nose and kinda pulled it outwards in the most undignified manner, I had to shut my eyes. There was no way I wanted to see what was about to be shoved through my nose....I felt something nudging against my nose and then BAM. 'Ooooooooh owwwwwwwwwwwww argh!.......ahhhahahaaammmph!' - It hurt.
I felt in control of the situation (just about) until she let go of my nose to get the stud and said 'It will still fele uncomfortable just for a moment as you've still got the tube going through your nose..' - That was enough to gross me out, the fact that I was sitting there with my eyes jammed shut and a tube impaled through my nose, urgh.
She then had to stick my a finger up my nose to screw it in, for some mad reason I found myself apologising to HER.
"Sorry i'm just going to have to put my finger up your nose to screw it in..."
"Don't worry! I feel more sorry for you having to put your finger up my nose!"
"Its fine trust me, I have to do a lot worse!"
Which looking at the price list and list of places to get pierced did not suprise me...how can anyone get THAT pierced?! ooft!
Anyway she screwed the stud on and the pain started fading away pretty much instantly. I am soo pleased with it...was worthwhile despite the pain...
And I even got a yellow lollipop for being such a brave girl....
Loves
xx (Also if you could please give me a little comment (either on here or through the link on FaceyB) or a 'like' - Just so I can see who is reading :) I always see my views go up but never really know who or when...You don't have to...but if you did...that'd be nice ;) ) xx
I kinda thought that 2012 hadn't been THAT much of an interesting year, however reading back over some of my old posts...it really has... (I've even linked them up to the relevant blog post for your own viewing pleasure...)
Moving house, Getting lost-memory level of drunk for the first time, Dealing with difficult silly customers... and the Exploding-Dry-Shampoo-At-Work incident...(Which for some reason is my most viewed and most commented on post yo' crazy fools!)
So yes, Interesting times I suposeee..
I'm back at Uni now, and I am so determined to do well this semester - Last semester drove (is that even a word?! It doesn't look right) me absolutely insane. Insane to the point of 'I would rather fail this semester than perform this piece of work,'...Insane to the point of 'I cannot finish this essay, it is literally impossible. I just cannot do it.', Insane to the point of 'Why the fuck am I studying Drama, its probably going to get me nowhere, I wish I was training to be a primary school teacher.'
Sounds depressing I know. I was just working too darn hard.
Unfortunately I am one of those people that tries to do as much as possible, I guess as the saying goes 'I bit off more than I could chew' - How I did not end up going mad I do not know. For example one day I did Superdrug 09.00-13.00, Production rehearsals 13.30-17.30, Clowning rehearsals 17.30-20.30 and then Lloyds 21.00-00.00 - looking back on it now, it's no wonder that I was constantly stressed, crashing out at every moment I got and crying either in the morning when I woke up and realised what a long day ahead of me I had when I was already so tired, or crying at night when I got in from work at 02.00 in the morning and had to set my alarm to go off in another 5 hours...
However, Luckily we get crazy long holidays at Uni, So on the wednesday morning after 4 hours sleep (by the time I realised I COULD write this essay, it was 23.00 the night before hand in...) I handed in my essay, did a 10.00-20.00 at Superdrug and then a 20.30-01.00 at Lloyds got home and crashed out safe in the knowledge I had nooo Uni for another 4 weeks.
Boy that break was GOOD. I am back now and am already feeling so much happier with it all, I am loving this semester, I am enjoying the classes, happy with the my groups and I even enjoyed the lecture, feel really excited and inspired by it all, and am again realising why I chose theatre as a degree - I love it! So all good! I am determined to stay upbeat and positive by it all and even more determined not to get as run down as I did at the end of last year and just balance things out a bit more. I was not a fan of Ratty-Snappy-Unreaonable-Tearful-Exhausted-Negative Tasmin...which is why she will not be coming back again...Woohoo!
In other news.. BA BA BA BOOOOOOOM: I FINALLY GOT MY NOSE PIERCED. YAAAAAAY.
I've been saying for ages I want to get it done, the amount of times I stood in front of my mirror with eyeliner dotted on my nose trying to work out it would suit me or not...well I finally decided to go for it and I love it! I went down there with Housie Hannah yesterday morning, bit of a disaster when I realised halfway there that both my debit cards and my ID were in my other bag from when we went out tuesday night, So I had to turn around and go back...But eventually I got there!
Luckily Hannah came in with me and asked the right quetions about Needles and Guns and Sterile equipment, stuff that hadn't even crossed my mind, because in my head I was in a mild state of hysteria over the idea of something being jammed through my nose...even though I SO wanted it done.
So I sat there and the nice lady explained everything to me, then she clamped my nose and kinda pulled it outwards in the most undignified manner, I had to shut my eyes. There was no way I wanted to see what was about to be shoved through my nose....I felt something nudging against my nose and then BAM. 'Ooooooooh owwwwwwwwwwwww argh!.......ahhhahahaaammmph!' - It hurt.
I felt in control of the situation (just about) until she let go of my nose to get the stud and said 'It will still fele uncomfortable just for a moment as you've still got the tube going through your nose..' - That was enough to gross me out, the fact that I was sitting there with my eyes jammed shut and a tube impaled through my nose, urgh.
She then had to stick my a finger up my nose to screw it in, for some mad reason I found myself apologising to HER.
"Sorry i'm just going to have to put my finger up your nose to screw it in..."
"Don't worry! I feel more sorry for you having to put your finger up my nose!"
"Its fine trust me, I have to do a lot worse!"
Which looking at the price list and list of places to get pierced did not suprise me...how can anyone get THAT pierced?! ooft!
Anyway she screwed the stud on and the pain started fading away pretty much instantly. I am soo pleased with it...was worthwhile despite the pain...
And I even got a yellow lollipop for being such a brave girl....
Loves
xx (Also if you could please give me a little comment (either on here or through the link on FaceyB) or a 'like' - Just so I can see who is reading :) I always see my views go up but never really know who or when...You don't have to...but if you did...that'd be nice ;) ) xx
Monday, 31 December 2012
Reflections, High School Bullies and being a personnnnnn.
So I’ve been feeling all reflective as of late.
Not in an ‘Omg I can’t believe it’s the end of 2012 bring on
2013 New Year new me!’ kind of way, that everyone becomes a fan of round about
this time. Reflective of life.
Recently I’ve been chatting to my high school girlies and
remembering times from being at school. At the time we hated it, it was school
of course we did! But looking back I have some pretty funny memories: The RS
teacher who had an so unreasonable-it-was-hilarious disliking for me, Getting
sent out of science for laughing after Sophie pointed out our teacher looked
like action man, Water fights, The ridiculous arguments we used to all have,
stopping off at Sainsbury’s on the way home for 25p bars of chocolate, The
secret house parties we used to have and the mad dash to tidy up before we were
discovered….There are so many!! Everything was taken so seriously back then,
but looking back on it, we had so little to worry about. Now with Uni and work
and rent-paying and all this grown-up stuff, I sometimes wish I could go back
to those days – even though at the time I’d have given anything to skip a few
years and be where I am at now, Nineteen, able to go out drinking and living
away from home – obviously at that time I thought about the fun side of it
(which there is of course, massively so!) but didn’t really think about the
scary grown-up side of it.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to those days, but really I
would rather have the complicated grown-up side of life, if it also involves
being able to be independent and go on nights out and do my own thing – Plus I
think I’ve changed so much as a person, I’m much happier with who I am now, If I
could go back even 4/5 years I would tell my younger self to stick up for
herself a bit more and to have so, so, SO much more self-belief! High school
was fun, yes – but it also brought on a whole load of insecurities, especially
about how I looked, being called names is something that everyone probably goes
through at some point or another, but looking back on it now I got SO much
stick, maybe at the time I didn’t want to accept it, so wouldn’t let it seem as
bad it was but boy was I called some names: Ghost, Zombie, Fish, Frog, Dobby,
Hammer-head shark – All to do with my appearance, in particular my eyes and the
fact that they were Big/Scary/Far Apart … I use to hate it and would wear
eyeliner to try and make them look smaller, which thinking about it now is
ridiculous. Now I think F U and wear my make-up exactly to highlight the fact I
have big eyes! Looking back on it I get SO annoyed that people managed to make
me feel so bad about myself, no one has the right to do that! I wish more than
anything that I had stuck up for myself and stood my ground and fought my
battles instead of not sticking up for myself and letting them get me down – to
be fair I never showed that they got me down, only on occasions I would get
upset – the rest of the time I was just the same, silly, clumsy scatter-brain
that I am now – I just felt that it was better to ignore it…that way I could
pretend it wasn’t happening.
I’m definitely more confident as a person now – I think
doing Drama and Performing Arts at Sixth form helped me with this immensely, the
fact I was suddenly surrounded by a group of people all with the same passion
(and levels of insanity) as me really, really helped – Joining Bench Theatre
helped as well for the same reasons and ditto to going on to University!! When
you are suddenly away from anyone who drags you down and surrounded by people
all with the same mind-set and passion as you, really gives you a boost and
that confidence to just be yourself! Not going to lie, I still get insecure
about stuff sometimes, like at work a few months back people were saying what
kind of animal we would be, It was decided I would be a ‘Goldfish’ – as soon as
I heard mention of that word the alarm bells were up and that dreaded feeling
was back…Oh god is it because I look like a fish?! Do they think that as well?!
Arghhh! – But it wasn’t. It was because of my (then) Orange hair and my lack of
memory. Fair enough. It’s just about learning that not everyone is against you
and just because one group of people had bad views on you, doesn’t mean that every
single person in the world does. Now if anyone annoys me or makes me feel down,
or even if I don’t agree with something small that they are saying then I will
tell them. I say what I think, fight my case and put people in their place if I
don’t like the way I am being spoken to (take that drunk customers at work) –
because it’s your life, you are who you are and no-one has the right to make
you feel bad about ANYTHING.
So there.
Humph.
Phewww.
New Year’s Eve tonight – Wooohoo!
Have a good one everyone J
Loves
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx (yes I am feeling more kisses
than normal…and what?!) xxx
Tuesday, 11 December 2012
Clowning and when pranks go wrong.
I'm in the Uni Library.
Getting a sense of Deja vu here?
Probably.
Because that's exactly how I started my last blog.
And it's exactly how I am starting this one. Obviously.
However this time I am doing better than last time.
I've actually typed some words...
398 of them to be precise...
I know it doesn't sound much, Buuuuut it's progress.
Plus I have a tutorial tomorrow and wouldn't want to write too much and then have to change it all.
Making excuses, moi?!
So unlike my last couple of blogs I have no drunken shennanigans or silly nights out to write about. My life has been over run with Uni.
We had our clowning assessments on Monday.
I have never been so glad to have a module over with.
To say it brought out my sometimes snappy, unreasonable, hot-headed side is an understatement.
For a module called 'Clowning' it got me pretty stressed. If I want to be a clown I can stick to every day life! We set our piece in a gym class, stupidly I chose my clown to be the Colourful, Silly, OTT (Okay it sounds like me so far...) SPORTY one.
SPORTY.
SPORT.
SPORTS.
EXERCISE.
Words I do not cope well with. So whilst I was happy to dance around in a leotard, orange leg warmers and bright pink tights with my hair in a back-combed side pony-tail. Having to do every exercise as big as I possibly could without being allowed to stop KILLED ME. Sit ups, Lunges, Jogging, Knees Up, Planks...I had to do all these things near perfectly AND look as though I was enjoying it. I looked like a tomato afterwards and can barely walk today, My legs and sides and back are dead.
THEN today, we had rehearsals for our production piece, when we do it we are flooding the show room and performing in several inches of water, sitting in it..walking in it...and for the majority of time LYING in it. We are gonna freeze. Sooo we had the sensible idea today of running our clothes under water until they were soaked through and then wearing them for our run through. I don't think there is anything worse in the world then pulling on soaking wet tops and leggings. It was horrificly cold. We will just have to hope on Friday that the adrenaline kicks in and keeps us warm. Otherwise we are gonna FREEEEEEEZE. Brrrrrr.
______
Obviously it has been big news this week about the nurse who killed herself after forwarding on a prank call from an Australian Radio show in which details of Kate Middletons condition were shared. (if you don't know what I'm talking about the rest of this blog will mean nothing to you so go read a newspaper and then come back!)
I think this really is a sad case, The whole prank itself was a step to far, the DJs said they didn't know that they would be put through and taken so seriously. But they should have cut off the call when they realised that it had gone further than they had planned it to. The nurse must have felt so ashamed and humiliated by the whole thing, if she felt that commiting suicide was the only way out of it..and the fact she has left behind two teenage children is desperately sad. It is horrible that she was put in a position where she felt that was her only option and I can completely get why there is so much anger surrounding the case.
However I do feel sorry for the DJs, they have had a lot of stick for the situation, which is understandable, they should not have done it. End of story. It was disrespectful, selfish and inconsiderate. Though I think when they carried it out they obviously had NO idea or any wanting, for the situation to end up how it did. That's the thing with pranks, they can so easily go wrong...
Take the other day...We have a huge purple exercise ball taking up our lounge, Housey Hannah arrived home the other day and I thought it would be hilarious to hide and then throw it at her as she walked through the lounge door...so I stood in wait whilst Housey Olivia let her in...she walked through the door and I launched it at her...I didn't realise that she was holding her laptop..as the ball hit her she managed to keep hold of her laptop, as the ball bounced off her, bounced onto my plate of dinner * that was on the floor and sent it flying all over the carpet.
It's a completely different case I know, we all ended up laughing and it is nowhere near in comparison. However it does show how quickly things can go wrong, obviously when I decided to throw it at her I had no idea that the outcome would be what it was, if i'd have known afterwards I would end up picking rice out my carpet for the next five minutes I wouldn't have done it. But I didn't know, So I had to deal with the outcome. Which exactly what these DJs are having to do now. Watching their interviews it is clear to see that they are heart-broken by the whole case, but now all they can do is apologise over and over for their actions and accept what has happened as a result of these.
On one hand, I guess the story shows that you should really think about how your actions are going to affect other people before you carry them out, but on the other hand it shows that things can quickly go so wrong, so beyond your control or what you ever imagined happening. So how do you get that balance right??
* I say dinner.....after having a kebab at tea-time I was mega craving some fruit or veg but had none to hand..however I did have some uncle bens express chinese rice...and some day out of date pre-packed salad which I pretty much mashed together in a bowl. It was absolutely vile and I managed about three mouthfuls. SO it's probably a good job it ended up over my carpet. apart from the fact it stank.
Loves
xx
Getting a sense of Deja vu here?
Probably.
Because that's exactly how I started my last blog.
And it's exactly how I am starting this one. Obviously.
However this time I am doing better than last time.
I've actually typed some words...
398 of them to be precise...
I know it doesn't sound much, Buuuuut it's progress.
Plus I have a tutorial tomorrow and wouldn't want to write too much and then have to change it all.
Making excuses, moi?!
So unlike my last couple of blogs I have no drunken shennanigans or silly nights out to write about. My life has been over run with Uni.
We had our clowning assessments on Monday.
I have never been so glad to have a module over with.
To say it brought out my sometimes snappy, unreasonable, hot-headed side is an understatement.
For a module called 'Clowning' it got me pretty stressed. If I want to be a clown I can stick to every day life! We set our piece in a gym class, stupidly I chose my clown to be the Colourful, Silly, OTT (Okay it sounds like me so far...) SPORTY one.
SPORTY.
SPORT.
SPORTS.
EXERCISE.
Words I do not cope well with. So whilst I was happy to dance around in a leotard, orange leg warmers and bright pink tights with my hair in a back-combed side pony-tail. Having to do every exercise as big as I possibly could without being allowed to stop KILLED ME. Sit ups, Lunges, Jogging, Knees Up, Planks...I had to do all these things near perfectly AND look as though I was enjoying it. I looked like a tomato afterwards and can barely walk today, My legs and sides and back are dead.
THEN today, we had rehearsals for our production piece, when we do it we are flooding the show room and performing in several inches of water, sitting in it..walking in it...and for the majority of time LYING in it. We are gonna freeze. Sooo we had the sensible idea today of running our clothes under water until they were soaked through and then wearing them for our run through. I don't think there is anything worse in the world then pulling on soaking wet tops and leggings. It was horrificly cold. We will just have to hope on Friday that the adrenaline kicks in and keeps us warm. Otherwise we are gonna FREEEEEEEZE. Brrrrrr.
______
Obviously it has been big news this week about the nurse who killed herself after forwarding on a prank call from an Australian Radio show in which details of Kate Middletons condition were shared. (if you don't know what I'm talking about the rest of this blog will mean nothing to you so go read a newspaper and then come back!)
I think this really is a sad case, The whole prank itself was a step to far, the DJs said they didn't know that they would be put through and taken so seriously. But they should have cut off the call when they realised that it had gone further than they had planned it to. The nurse must have felt so ashamed and humiliated by the whole thing, if she felt that commiting suicide was the only way out of it..and the fact she has left behind two teenage children is desperately sad. It is horrible that she was put in a position where she felt that was her only option and I can completely get why there is so much anger surrounding the case.
However I do feel sorry for the DJs, they have had a lot of stick for the situation, which is understandable, they should not have done it. End of story. It was disrespectful, selfish and inconsiderate. Though I think when they carried it out they obviously had NO idea or any wanting, for the situation to end up how it did. That's the thing with pranks, they can so easily go wrong...
Take the other day...We have a huge purple exercise ball taking up our lounge, Housey Hannah arrived home the other day and I thought it would be hilarious to hide and then throw it at her as she walked through the lounge door...so I stood in wait whilst Housey Olivia let her in...she walked through the door and I launched it at her...I didn't realise that she was holding her laptop..as the ball hit her she managed to keep hold of her laptop, as the ball bounced off her, bounced onto my plate of dinner * that was on the floor and sent it flying all over the carpet.
It's a completely different case I know, we all ended up laughing and it is nowhere near in comparison. However it does show how quickly things can go wrong, obviously when I decided to throw it at her I had no idea that the outcome would be what it was, if i'd have known afterwards I would end up picking rice out my carpet for the next five minutes I wouldn't have done it. But I didn't know, So I had to deal with the outcome. Which exactly what these DJs are having to do now. Watching their interviews it is clear to see that they are heart-broken by the whole case, but now all they can do is apologise over and over for their actions and accept what has happened as a result of these.
On one hand, I guess the story shows that you should really think about how your actions are going to affect other people before you carry them out, but on the other hand it shows that things can quickly go so wrong, so beyond your control or what you ever imagined happening. So how do you get that balance right??
* I say dinner.....after having a kebab at tea-time I was mega craving some fruit or veg but had none to hand..however I did have some uncle bens express chinese rice...and some day out of date pre-packed salad which I pretty much mashed together in a bowl. It was absolutely vile and I managed about three mouthfuls. SO it's probably a good job it ended up over my carpet. apart from the fact it stank.
Loves
xx
Monday, 3 December 2012
University and Money and Getting drunk at Tiger and mean ratty pig customers.
I'm in the Uni Library.
It is not my usual place to relax on a Monday evening which can only mean one thing.
I'm procrastinating.
Does it count as procrastinating when I haven't even opened word yet?
Or does it just become...Not doing work. Rather than Avoiding doing work.
Or maybe it's the same thing.
You see...
Procrastinating.
Uni is fackin' mental at the moment, it's just so busy and hard and manic...and kinda fun.
Some bits are fun and exciting.
Other bits make me want to jump out my bedroom window (Saying that if I was to do that I would fall about three feet onto the roof of our extension/turned-into-a-laundrette-by-us - I'm lucky my bedroom window is an emergency exit. Though knowing my luck I'd pop to the loo...come back and the stairs and the upstairs of the house would be on fire...including my bedroom. Then I'd be stuck -ahhhh!)...
Back to Uni modules...I worked out earlier during a particularly stressful rehearsal that I was paying £500 for this module. £500. My friend told me that they worked out that it's about £30 an hour. £30. I'm working 3 hours at Lloyds this week. £18. That would mean that my weeks wages for Lloyds, would pay for just over 15 minutes of Uni. I do not like this. At all.
I've suddenly become really funny about money and the price of things. It's kind of embarrasing. I'm like a middle aged dad. I've started declaring the price of things when it's announced to me.
Like when Katie was serving me a sarnie at work the other day...
"How has my shopping come to that much?! How much was the Sandwich??"
"£2.99"
"£2.99?! FOR A SANDWICH?!?!"
"SHHHHH!"
Or when I bought my train ticket the other day...
"Can I get a Portsmouth Harbour to Chi return please..."
"Okay, That's £7.90 please..."
"£7.90?!?!"
I really must get out that habit.
Speaking of Portsmouth Harbour...I went there for a night out the other night with Katie, Charlotte Burchy Wurchy and Charlottes friend Meg.
I don't know what's happened to me recently. I've either been drinking more than I used to. Or...Well I think that's it. I again got very drunk. I tried to blame it on my dress, the last two times I have worn it I have got stupidly drunk "I reckon it's that dress...it must be cursed...".
So we pre-drank in my bedroom, got a taxi to the station (with our Vodka and Lemonade in Plastic bottles so we oculd finish it off enroute...CHAVS.) and hopped on the train. We were already quite merry by this point so just chatted, re-did our make-up, drank, laughed and were merry. We got to Gunwharf and went to Slug where we had a cocktail before going onto Tiger. In Tiger we had several more drinks...and I was in my element because we were in the cheesey music area dancing to Westlife, Britney Spears, Girls aloud..and I am sad and cheesey when it comes to things like that. We decided to go through to the clubby room (got to show some element of cool after all...) - I felt too drunk by this point (it suddenly hit me) and decided I wasn't going to drink anymore...I felt something on the bottom of my shoe...flicked it off...looked at my finger and saw a mahoosive gash on it where I had flicked off...a piece of glass. Showed Katie my finger...showed the bouncer man my finger who pulled a sad face and offered me no help. So katie being the loving friend she is put an empty plastic glass over my bleeding finger and pushed me towards the toilet, ran it under the tap and then wrapped some toilet roll around it. Managed to get blood on my dress. Was gutted. Went back into the bar area with finger wrapped up..suddenly felt REALLY rough...
Bearing in mind I have never been properly sick from drinking before...
Went up to the bar desperate for water, they took too long to serve me.
Katie I feel really rough...
You'll be okay just breathe...
No I feel horrific I need to go outside...
Went outside....
Sat down with Katie...
Charlotte and Meg came out to see if I was okay.
*Vom.*
Yes. I vommed. Outside tiger. Whilst sitting down. In lovely Gunwharf Quays...
(TOO MUCH INFORMATION ALERT: Luckily..It looked just like Vodka and Lemonade...It wasn't all chunky and smelly so I was okay...)
And then I felt...fine.
"Katie I feel fine lets go inside..."
But Katie being the good friend she is suggested that wasn't a good idea.
Then we had to work out how to get home...
Our taxi was booked for 02.30 to take us to charlottes. But I needed to get home...
I rang my mumma, and was gonna get a taxi back there, but me and katie had work in the morning and I had no clean clothes with me (obviously).
Sooo I rang my nice friend Finch AKA Gramps, who after a phone call I can't remember too much off, Text me to say that he'd be there in 20 minutes to take us home. What a hero. (We even managed to get a Drive-Thru on the way home as well!) - I very much liked Tiger...so I've decided I'm going to go there again tres soon. Only this time. I'm not going to pre-drink...and I'm just going to drink WKDs all night...I've well and truly learnt my lesson with drinking now and shall not be getting myself into such states again. Cheesey dancing is enough for me...
(Please note: although this claim is true at this present moment in time, I cannot promise it will last forever.)
_____
Occasionaly I have to have a rant about rude customers.
I am afraid this blog is one of those...
For the purpose of ease, said customer will be named as DH (you'll work it out.....) in the transcript I am about to share..
This happened when I was at the Littlehampton store on Sunday.
*Ahem* Right...
(Also...VI stands for what he was looking for...[VI is a type of Vitamin] - OKAY I WILL TELL MY STORY NOW...)
DH: Excuse me do you sell VI?
J (who I was working with): Do we sell VI Tas?
T: Do we sell what sorry?!
DH: VI?
T: What's that?
DH: VI?? I can't believe you don't know what VI is...
T: Well..whats it for?
DH: I can't believe you don't know...it's a vitamin...
*Takes to Vitamins*
T: I haven't heard of it before...
.....
DH: Do they not train you?!
T: Well yes they do, but -
DH: Are you working here on release or something? (Do I look like the kinda person who's working here after being released from youth prison MATE?!)
T: No...I'm not...
DH: So you're just badly trained then...
T: *sigh* (breeeathe.....) No. I am trained. But we don't learn the name of every product in the shop!...what's it for?
DH: It's just a standard vitamin, I can't believe you don't know what it is (I THINK WE'VE ESTABLISHED THAT BUDDY!) to keep you going, keep the heart ticking. Give you a bit of va-va-voom. Do you know what that means?!
(Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
T: Yes. I know what that means. I'm really sorry I don't think we do it...
DH: I've got it in here before everywhere does it.
T: Well......
*Awkward silence*
DH: Okay fine...forget it...
Fumin' I was. Abso-flippin'-lutely FUMIN'.
So much so I had to take my lunch break and sit simmering for a while.
What a rat.
Hmmmph.
The christmas holidays soon - Hoorar!
4 weeks of Uni - Hoorar!
2 Assesments and an essay to get through first - Booooo!
Loves
xx
It is not my usual place to relax on a Monday evening which can only mean one thing.
I'm procrastinating.
Does it count as procrastinating when I haven't even opened word yet?
Or does it just become...Not doing work. Rather than Avoiding doing work.
Or maybe it's the same thing.
You see...
Procrastinating.
Uni is fackin' mental at the moment, it's just so busy and hard and manic...and kinda fun.
Some bits are fun and exciting.
Other bits make me want to jump out my bedroom window (Saying that if I was to do that I would fall about three feet onto the roof of our extension/turned-into-a-laundrette-by-us - I'm lucky my bedroom window is an emergency exit. Though knowing my luck I'd pop to the loo...come back and the stairs and the upstairs of the house would be on fire...including my bedroom. Then I'd be stuck -ahhhh!)...
Back to Uni modules...I worked out earlier during a particularly stressful rehearsal that I was paying £500 for this module. £500. My friend told me that they worked out that it's about £30 an hour. £30. I'm working 3 hours at Lloyds this week. £18. That would mean that my weeks wages for Lloyds, would pay for just over 15 minutes of Uni. I do not like this. At all.
I've suddenly become really funny about money and the price of things. It's kind of embarrasing. I'm like a middle aged dad. I've started declaring the price of things when it's announced to me.
Like when Katie was serving me a sarnie at work the other day...
"How has my shopping come to that much?! How much was the Sandwich??"
"£2.99"
"£2.99?! FOR A SANDWICH?!?!"
"SHHHHH!"
Or when I bought my train ticket the other day...
"Can I get a Portsmouth Harbour to Chi return please..."
"Okay, That's £7.90 please..."
"£7.90?!?!"
I really must get out that habit.
Speaking of Portsmouth Harbour...I went there for a night out the other night with Katie, Charlotte Burchy Wurchy and Charlottes friend Meg.
I don't know what's happened to me recently. I've either been drinking more than I used to. Or...Well I think that's it. I again got very drunk. I tried to blame it on my dress, the last two times I have worn it I have got stupidly drunk "I reckon it's that dress...it must be cursed...".
So we pre-drank in my bedroom, got a taxi to the station (with our Vodka and Lemonade in Plastic bottles so we oculd finish it off enroute...CHAVS.) and hopped on the train. We were already quite merry by this point so just chatted, re-did our make-up, drank, laughed and were merry. We got to Gunwharf and went to Slug where we had a cocktail before going onto Tiger. In Tiger we had several more drinks...and I was in my element because we were in the cheesey music area dancing to Westlife, Britney Spears, Girls aloud..and I am sad and cheesey when it comes to things like that. We decided to go through to the clubby room (got to show some element of cool after all...) - I felt too drunk by this point (it suddenly hit me) and decided I wasn't going to drink anymore...I felt something on the bottom of my shoe...flicked it off...looked at my finger and saw a mahoosive gash on it where I had flicked off...a piece of glass. Showed Katie my finger...showed the bouncer man my finger who pulled a sad face and offered me no help. So katie being the loving friend she is put an empty plastic glass over my bleeding finger and pushed me towards the toilet, ran it under the tap and then wrapped some toilet roll around it. Managed to get blood on my dress. Was gutted. Went back into the bar area with finger wrapped up..suddenly felt REALLY rough...
Bearing in mind I have never been properly sick from drinking before...
Went up to the bar desperate for water, they took too long to serve me.
Katie I feel really rough...
You'll be okay just breathe...
No I feel horrific I need to go outside...
Went outside....
Sat down with Katie...
Charlotte and Meg came out to see if I was okay.
*Vom.*
Yes. I vommed. Outside tiger. Whilst sitting down. In lovely Gunwharf Quays...
(TOO MUCH INFORMATION ALERT: Luckily..It looked just like Vodka and Lemonade...It wasn't all chunky and smelly so I was okay...)
And then I felt...fine.
"Katie I feel fine lets go inside..."
But Katie being the good friend she is suggested that wasn't a good idea.
Then we had to work out how to get home...
Our taxi was booked for 02.30 to take us to charlottes. But I needed to get home...
I rang my mumma, and was gonna get a taxi back there, but me and katie had work in the morning and I had no clean clothes with me (obviously).
Sooo I rang my nice friend Finch AKA Gramps, who after a phone call I can't remember too much off, Text me to say that he'd be there in 20 minutes to take us home. What a hero. (We even managed to get a Drive-Thru on the way home as well!) - I very much liked Tiger...so I've decided I'm going to go there again tres soon. Only this time. I'm not going to pre-drink...and I'm just going to drink WKDs all night...I've well and truly learnt my lesson with drinking now and shall not be getting myself into such states again. Cheesey dancing is enough for me...
(Please note: although this claim is true at this present moment in time, I cannot promise it will last forever.)
_____
Occasionaly I have to have a rant about rude customers.
I am afraid this blog is one of those...
For the purpose of ease, said customer will be named as DH (you'll work it out.....) in the transcript I am about to share..
This happened when I was at the Littlehampton store on Sunday.
*Ahem* Right...
(Also...VI stands for what he was looking for...[VI is a type of Vitamin] - OKAY I WILL TELL MY STORY NOW...)
DH: Excuse me do you sell VI?
J (who I was working with): Do we sell VI Tas?
T: Do we sell what sorry?!
DH: VI?
T: What's that?
DH: VI?? I can't believe you don't know what VI is...
T: Well..whats it for?
DH: I can't believe you don't know...it's a vitamin...
*Takes to Vitamins*
T: I haven't heard of it before...
.....
DH: Do they not train you?!
T: Well yes they do, but -
DH: Are you working here on release or something? (Do I look like the kinda person who's working here after being released from youth prison MATE?!)
T: No...I'm not...
DH: So you're just badly trained then...
T: *sigh* (breeeathe.....) No. I am trained. But we don't learn the name of every product in the shop!...what's it for?
DH: It's just a standard vitamin, I can't believe you don't know what it is (I THINK WE'VE ESTABLISHED THAT BUDDY!) to keep you going, keep the heart ticking. Give you a bit of va-va-voom. Do you know what that means?!
(Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
T: Yes. I know what that means. I'm really sorry I don't think we do it...
DH: I've got it in here before everywhere does it.
T: Well......
*Awkward silence*
DH: Okay fine...forget it...
Fumin' I was. Abso-flippin'-lutely FUMIN'.
So much so I had to take my lunch break and sit simmering for a while.
What a rat.
Hmmmph.
The christmas holidays soon - Hoorar!
4 weeks of Uni - Hoorar!
2 Assesments and an essay to get through first - Booooo!
Loves
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