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Wowee, I have not written a blog in five months.

I am a terrible person.

My blog practically has cobwebs.

To be honest, I had given my blog up...(How many 'Blog's can I fit into this...Blog...?)

But over the last few days I have been reading over old posts, and realised I kind of missed it.

I was tempted to start a new blog. New name. "Inside Tasmin's bubble" is something my 18 year old brain came up with under pressure. And I did start to think on reflection that it was a bit cringey and silly.

Almost as bad as my old MSN address. x-sugar-tinted-kisses-x.

Oh my god.

But, seeing that I'm still a slightly confused theatre student, just like I was when I started writing the blog, I haven't really done anything worthy of a "new me - new blog" kind of occasion

I might change my wallpaper though, just to refresh it. Pushing the boat out there. 

I also realised that 

1. Despite being a neglecter, I still find myself writing 'Blogging' on anything that requires me to list any of my interests. (Acting, Theatre, Singing, Blogging, Reading, The Cinema [when I am trying to sound interesting]) Or (Eating, Sleeping, Daydreaming, Spending my overdraft, Getting drunk, Reality TV and Junk Food [When I am feeling honest]. So really, I probably should.

2. People are still asking me about my blog and when I am going to write another post (today is your lucky day!) - which really surprises me. But...I am not one to let the Great British public down and all. 

So here I am.

Everything is mental at the moment.

Uni is mental.

Planning life after Uni is mental.

Deciding what I want to do with life is mental.

Student life is mental.

Work and the people I work with is mental (and freakin' hilarious)

Home-Home is now mental thanks to some small sibling types.

It's all a bit mental.

But I'm sure I will get through!

I'm not going to babble on too much, Ease myself back into it and all...

I went for a Chinese with the work lot tonight,

I have never eaten so much food in my life..

All you can eat buffet, everyone ordering 2 dishes each that were then put on the table and shared out...

Thats 20 different dishes for starter...

Then a massive duck for Duck Pancakes...

And then another 20 odd dishes for Mains..

I also laughed a lot as well which didn't help with the whole stuffed issue.

I fear I may go pop.

Anyway, I apologise for the lack of blogs.

I will keep it up again...promise!

Loves

xx

(Yep I still remembered that this seems to be the way of signing off all posts)

What I learnt at my first festival...

So, this weekend saw me have my first festival experience, Myself, Kayleigh and Katie headed off to Boardmasters featival in Newquay for a much waited for weekend away. T'was epic! I was a bit concerned about sleeping in a tent, given my tendency to wake the place up with my night time screaming and shouting shennanigans, but there was none of that! I learnt a lot of life changing things during our time away...

1) Time goes so much quicker when you sit in the front of the car - When I was younger, on family holidays the middle seat was muchly fought for between myself and the Step-Brothers, I mean it's just so amazing, No real leg space, no head rest, no window to daydream out of and a lack of a proper seatbelt...I mean who WOULDN'T want that seat; however it was the place to be. Due to default now, any holiday we go on I now get plonked in the middle for the entire duration, I may not be the youngest, But I am the smallest. So there I spend many an hour in the car crammed between two 6 foot something Step-Brothers, with leg cramp, butt-ache and nowhere to rest my head. However this time, what with there being three of us and Katie liking sitting in the back (I reckon it was just so she could sleep in the car without being told off by Kayleigh, after all we did leave at five in the morning and were driving home sunday night until half midnight...) I got to sit in the front. It was amazing, I could open my window, stretch my legs, have proper conversations and was just lovely and made the time go much quicker...plus we were allowed to LISTEN TO RADIO ONE. Something else that is banned on family holidays...Just having a flashback to the time when Abbas greatest hits CD got jammed in the player and we had to listen to it the WHOLE HOLIDAY...

2)Portaloos are DISGUSTING - Literally, we knew that it would be disgusting, but these were SUMMINK ELSE, by the time we had even arrived on Friday late morning they were foul. Literally people have NO SHAME. It became a case of Roulette, the hope that you would end up in one that still had Loo roll, Sanitizer and a distinct lack of other peoples bodily fluids sprayed all over the place. I don't have the best of co-ordination, but even I had to become a pro at hovering to avoid catching germs (Or as one girl said a "Butt Infection") whilst clinging onto the door for dear life (There was no way I was trusting those locks...)

3) An £8 box of wine is not going to be good... So it stated in the rules that no Spirts were allowed into the festival, only boxes of wine or cans of drink, and even that was a limited amount - So me and katie decided to buy a box of wine each, sitting outside having a few glasses to drink, I was impressed how it didn't seem to be having too much of an effect on me, until a fellow camper that we got chatted to that our entire box of wine..was 4%...4%...as in a WKD 4%, as in...useless if you wanted to get merry...

4) Waltzers after a third of a bottle of Vodka are not cool - So before you go worrying that we were in for a total sober weekend, stop. We managed to get a bottle of Vodka into the campsite, through the 'tight' security, it took a lot of planning, filling of water bottles and myself putting my Theatre Degree to good use as I took a casual sip as we strolled up to security (The idea was if they just saw it in my hands, they would assume it was water.. because no one would be stupid enough to walk in carrying a disguised bottle of Vodka.. and not bother to check it...) and took an accidental mouthful...So at the cost of a burning mouth and looking casual, we managed to get it through. Much merriment followed on in our tent as it definitely took more of an effect than our lonely 4% box of wine that was left sitting in the corner..So we headed down to the main arena, and myself and Kayleigh thought it would be mega fun to go on the Waltzers, okay it was a bit fun but as soon as we stepped off I realised it had been a mistake. A much merriment filled night went on which leads onto lesson...

5) Dancing in the rain is awesome.. - I'd always had a feeling when I watched festivals on the news or whatever that I would hate it and be miserable if it rained...how wet and smelly and horrible - however when you are there, drunk, dancing to great music with your best friends and dancing in shorts, waterproof jacket, long socks and wellies with flowers tied round your head you REALLY don't care...amazing...

6) I never learn my lesson - So after the Waltzers, Drinkingness, Dancingness, Rainingness and Merrimentingness, we decided to head back to the tent, However there was one more ride Kayleigh wanted to go on, some awful thing where you spin round and round and upside down and backwards and URGH. You know whenever it comes to those kind of rides you stand in the queue watching, and there is always some person looking terrified or ready to Vom/Cry/Die who you watch throughout, yeah that was me. Some guy was sat next to me "WAHOOOOOO ARE YOU ENJOYING IT??" "FUCK MY LIFE GET ME OFF THIS THING." - That in summary meant...No. The whole time I just had visions of myself vomiting on the poor, drunken festival goers down below.

I've only really mentioned the minging parts, there was also tons of laughter, a lot of dancing, an amazing ice-cream, a vast consumption of chips, a lovely trip into town, some great live music and some drawing in the sand, all done with two of my bestest friends! I wouldn't have had it any other way... except maybe cleaner toilets.... Loves xxx

 

Sweet Dreams! (Or not...)

Oh Hai Hai Hai Hai....

Isn't this weather lovelyyyyyyy.
No.
It was for the first three days.
I don't deal well with the heat, so the last couple of weeks have been tough (oh woe is me!)
It would be okay if I tanned and went a deep golden brown...but I don't, I go more like a shiny piece of shrimp. Attractive levels on HIGH right there.
Saying that the sunny weather was a positive as Me, Dad, Liz, Cameron and Jordan went on our annual loon family holiday, twas very nice indeed, definitely helped by the weather.
We went to Newquay which is very beachy and towny and nice, so the hot weather was perfect. We all ended up slightly sunburnt at some point or another throughout the holiday...
Jordan in particular had terrible burn on his back, lying on his front on the beach he was advised by yours truly to put cream on, however with his reply of "I don't need any...I'm like IRON MAN." the poor little mite(!) got very burnt. Even Iron man could melt in that heat!
It was a very nice week and made a nice change not to get caught in rain at any point at all throughout the week, good old english weather!

Completely changing the subject now...
In many a blog, I have written about my night terrors, how throughout the years I have freaked out many a family membe or friend with my crying out, shouting, screaming and general sleep-weirdness - however since we moved out of bed-bug-house, I have not had any at all and assumed that my sleep was now settled due to the fact I am a serene and peaceful human being....
On the App store the other night I found an App, It cost 69p, I don't normally like paying for apps...however I read up on this one and it had really good reviews.
It's called Sleep Talker and it runs throughout the night, however it only picks up and records when it detects a loud noise or lots of movement, then in the morning you can listen back to the recordings, without having to listen through 8 hours of sleep waiting for something interesting to happen....
Seriously you guys should try it, it's so interesting!
Anyway, I set it up by my  bed and fell asleep, thinking that I would wake up to a couple of recordings of a bit of mumbling and talking and not much else. How wrong I was.
Playing it back I now apologise for all the times that I have just laughed my friends off in the morning, when they have tried to explain just how freaky my sleep talking is.

There was squealing and a strangled, panicked cry of "Dad!"
There was a bit of whimpering and "What's going on?!"
There was some mumbling that I didn't even understand...
and the weirdest one...Whimpering and crying, followed by a simple statement of "Mine literally arrived as I reached my first corner...." and a chuckle. As if I was just having a conversation with someone at work...not that I do that at work, have the time to talk I mean....!
AHEM ANYWAY SO....
I played some of the clips to my mumma and to my Katie at work, both of whom have had plenty of experiences of my sleep weirdness and decided to do it again last night...

I had less recordings this time and many were just heavy breathing...
However yet again there was another cry of "What's going on?!"
And the weirdo one of the night....a load of mumbling and whimpering followed by..."You crazy??" - even said in the same low, silly voice I always use when I say it in real life...
Truly bizarre.
I do not know what goes on with my brain, but it's some weird crazy mofo shiz!

However I am going to keep track of recordings every night, and what with that and my experiences of it to talk about and put into a context - I now have an idea for my third year solo piece.
I think the word is: BOOM!!

Loves and Sweet dreams!
xx

Can I just say also I think the fact that Wills and Kate and their whole baby story is lovely. I think they are a lovely couple, I love the royal family, I love how everyone comes together in celebration of our country when something big happens with them, and I think everyone moaning about them can bore off.
So there! 

"Night Night, Sleep tight, Don't let the bed bugs bite!"

In 2012 I wrote 52 Blogs...
So far in 2013, I've written 7.
Shocking.
And to make matters worse the majority of the blogs I have written this year have started with me saying about how I don't blog enough and that I must write more...
Kind of like this one I guess.

To be fair, there's been a lot holding me back.
Firstly my laptop got stolen, I left it in the showroom at Uni over night, which was stupid but obviously not done on purpose, when I went back there the next day it had gone. Never to be found again.
Luckily it was password protected, I'm hoping that if someone had the ability to hack into it, it would be in a way that would have to delete all the files on there, I don't care about the silly pictures on there, any glimpse on my facebook will show that.

It was more about stuff I'd written on there...stuff that I had vented, but didn't want to write as a blog - just rambling and moaning and stuff when I was feeling confused and overwhelmed and emotional (so basically the days I had PMS and needed to get it all out but couldn't put it into words and risk of looking like an emotional, unreasonable mess...muhahaha), and talking about what I wanted to do in the future and what I was scared of and loads of absolute shiz...but shiz I didn't want anyone else to read...so yes I am hoping there is no way they could hack it AND get to the files on there...and if there is (LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAAAAAAA NOT LISTENING!!!!)

Other reason...
No internet. 
Cos we moved house...
And it never got working...
And then we moved out again....

Yes. Baaaaasically we left our Adelaide house and moved into our new house...however once we moved in we began hearing rumours that it had a very bad reputation...I won't name it, but those who know...well...you know. So instantly we were slightly unsettled there...however we tried to ignore it because the house was decent (albeit a few issues...Like the locks didn't work properly...and we couldn't work the oven...and the microwave was broken...and that we were trying to convince ourselves it was all okay and ABSOLUTELY FINE) - I even overlooked the fact my bedroom overlooked a graveyard ['Overlooked' I never use that word...and there it is TWICE in one sentence!]  ("Oh well it's quite a pretty graveyard...and really it's just the memories of people there.....)
We lived there for three weeks and were starting to get weary of the things going wrong and not being fixed...
And then well I will put it in short terms because it all gets a bit complicated and shouty...
Maddie was home alone and felt scared so went home...
I was home alone and felt scared so slept on the sofa...
Maddie went to the doctors because she had bites come up...
Maddie found out they were bed bug bites...
I had bites come up...
I found out they were bed bug bites...

Then it all got confusing and the council came round and debugged the house...and told us that Maddies bed was infested with eggs...
Which is probably where I got my bites from, after I had to sleep in her bed as I got drunk one night and dived onto mine and went straight through the middle of it (But that's another story....)
And then we complained to the Uni....and then found out our house wasn't accredited with  them and they didn't even know that we were living there yet...
And then it all hit us at once...
The bad reputation of the area, the graveyard, the fact we hadn't had a microwave for three weeks, or an oven...the fact that some electrics were still dangling off the wall...even the fact that in next doors garden there was a ladder up, that was slanting diagonally and every now and then came a little bit further in our direction as if it was going to come crashing through my bedroom window any minute...and we decided enough was enough.
In a heated conversation with Maddie the landlord gave us opportunity to leave the contract (the contract that we had since discovered was null and void being we had signed it under false pretences...so really it wasn't that much of a great offer on her behalf...) but an offer that we took.
The time we had to hand the keys over was slightly tense...

Made worse by them doing a walk around of the house and me opening my wardrobe door and it literally coming off in my hand. Said it all really.
It was even suggested that we had bought the bed-bugs in ourselves....

"So...If your house had bed bugs in it, your whole family would leave the house like you are would they?!"

"We wouldn't have bed bugs because we wouldn't buy second hand mattresses!!"

"So I have to buy a new bed everytime there is bed bugs?!"

"No...But when you start a new contract and the house has been done, you buy new mattresses...that way if there are bed bugs you know exactly where they have come from at what point and can target them. But as all the furniture is obviously old and second hand, the bugs could be in all the furniture around here, we can't target it exactly."  - That was Maddie winning the day. 

So yes three weeks after we moved in, we packed up and left!
We are all living in different places for the summer, I have moved to my Nans for this last week and will move home next week (Though my Mum and Rob are currently foster caring for two brothers..5 and 6 years old...which should be interesting!)

Me, Maddie and Hannah are sticking together though and through the help of the Uni are finding a house that starts in September so we can save us some Dollaaaaaa over summer.
And our new house will be clean, shiny, accredited, fully completed, smell nice, be in a road that doesn't have an AWFUL reputation ("Thats where all them drug dealers are, that is!" "....Oooh that's got a really bad reputation..." "You're living there?!" and will most definitely, certainly, absolutely NOT be overlooking a graveyard. So there.)
I might have said it looked pretty and peaceful, but it scared me - Plus my night terrors kicked in again whilst we were there....not what the girlies need to be hearing in the night in a house that they already feel suitably spooked in...
On the plus side, I haven't had one since we left that house, Must be the much needed TLC from Nanny helping...N'awww.

I will blog now more I promiseeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Loves
xx

Uni, and freaky sleeping and stuff and HELLO I'M BACK.

Oh Haiiiii,
I haven't written a blog in ages, I'm a terrible person.
I've just been so crazy busy, Usually when I'm busy I write a blog as a chance to procrastinate.
I haven't even had time to procrastinate.

One particular module has been OVER-RULING my life.
T.I
Who knew that two letters could cause so much hassle.
Theatre and Intervention.
Creating a piece of Theatre for young people.
I've done loads of stuff with youth theatre and directing and all that jazz.
It was not the piece of cake I imagined it would be.
When I first started the course I had visions of 'Young people' being six year olds, where we could make an exciting, bright, fun interactive piece of theatre based on Princess and Pirates and Fairies and all exciting six year old things.
Far from it, it was creating an education piece of theatre for a class of Thirty Five 15 year olds.
Oooft.
The module was cursed from the beginning, It all started with me being too ill to attend the pre-performance-creating-workshop to find out what the kids were interested in. 
For some reason my group really struggled, which got me down a bit, it's not nice to struggle at something you believe yourself to be decent at, we all put so much work in, we just never seemed to get it quite right with our scripts, like I say if it had been how I originally thought I would have been in my absolute element! The main struggle was that everything had to have a question.
What do you want the kids to get from the piece?
What message are you giving the kids?
How about the message of enjoying the show for the sake of it being a piece of theatre - apparently not.
Anyway yesterday we were up at 6.30 - I don't do early mornings, they make me feel sick, I lugged my big double duvet (part of our set) up the long road to Uni, we got in the car, nervous but finally happy to just be getting it done. Arrived in Midhurst half hour later...to discover that the teacher had forgotten we were coming and had an OFSTED visit so we couldn't do it.
*Sigh* - We'd put SO SO SO many hours into our script writing and had SO SO SO much go wrong that it didn't even suprise us, we just had to laugh, it was either that or lay face down on the floor and cry.
Unfortuantely, we had to perform it in the main show room at uni.
In front of a class of first years.
Who looked less than impressed...bearing in mind they were 5 years older than our intended audience and probably didn't need telling what to do on bullying.
Stress. Stress. Stress. Stress.
Still it's over now.

I can't believe it's only two weeks now until the end of second year,
Then third year - which I am SO excited for, you get to do things a lot more your own way in Third year, just what I like muhahaha.
Me, Maddie and Hannah move into our new house soon, I am tres excited for this (though of course it will of course be sad to lose Olivia as she moves back home) - Our new house is shiney and clean and happy with a bigger bedroom for Moi which of course makes me happy considering I am currently in a teeny room. Although I have made it homely, it's just too small, There is no room to swing a hamster, let alone a cat. Okay a bit of an exageration..but not much. My new room will have a double bed (win) a proper desk....not just a cheeky computer desk that they have tried to pass off as a desk (double win) and lots more space (triple win) - Hooooorayyyyy! No more having to get ready in the bathroom when I have the girls over getting ready for a night out!

Speaking of nights, I watched a programme on Freaky Sleepers last night,
I am a 'Freaky Sleeper' myself...having over the years disturbed many a family member/ friend / (and more recently) housemates with my Shouting and Screaming and Panicking...
I had one monday for the first time in a month or so...normally they wake me up, but this one didn't...normally I'm not aware of them happening until I have woken up, sometimes I wake up like what the hell mannnnn, other times I wake up and my heart is pounding and I'll be thrashing about...and sometimes I just sleep straight through them and have no idea until I am informed of them the next day by whichever housemate was disturbed (all three of them monday night!) - the last kind is my favourite, muhahahaha.
However the people on this programme, jeeeeez. There were people like me on there, but then there was a guy who jumped out his bedroom window, another one that kept trying to have sex with his girlfriend as he slept...and another guy who murdered his wife in his sleep but got let off because he was not concious and therefore not in control of his actions when it happened. So like they say, could be worse.

In my blog a while back I wrote about how my housemate had been telling me I should try for the University version of Take me out to Shieks...
I didn't.
But I did go and watch.
I was very glad I didn't.
It was very entertaining, But just to be in the audience was more than enough for me...
There were some interesting characters on there, but no one I would have gone for...
In true Take me out form, it was proper, proper cheese,
Complete with stereotypically innuendo-filled questions from the guys to help them chose between their final two ladies...

"What's the most skilled things you can do with your hands?..."
"If you were an animal in the bedroom, what animal would you be?..."

Obviously being in front of a packed SU full of students and with no televisions rules and regulations to follow to avoid thousands of complaints to OFSTED it was slightly more X-Rated...

And with a response to the final question of (GRANDPARENTS IF YOU ARE READING THIS I AM SORRY YOU CAN SKIP THIS BIT IF YOU WANT TO) "I would be a Llama because I spit, don't swallow" the elegantly dressed female and her very happy looking man walked off  hand in hand into the sunset together...well...off into the direction of the SU Bar...
And who says romance is dead?

Loves
xx
I PROMISE I WILL START BLOGGING AGAIN NOWWWWWWW.
Please. Forgive me.

* Insert imaginative, witty and clever title to do with Dogs, Loony Holidays, Snow and Taxi Drivers*

A couple of days ago I uploaded a video to Facebook of my doodle pup, in said video, she was chasing a red laser light like a loon around the lounge, whilst I commented on her stupidity - I have often wondered how she hasn't sussed after all this time that she will NEVER catch it. Alas, she has not, just as she has not learnt yet that her tail is attached to her and frequently tries to catch it, sometimes she confuses herself by catching it and then isn't entirely sure what to make of it, so just stands there holding it looking mildly bemused.
So anyway after commenting on stupid dog, I went home yesterday for Mother's Day, my mum is a foster carer and currently has a little girl staying with her just for a few days, anyway I was sitting in the lounge with her watching her tease Doris with the laser light whilst we both laughed at her silliness...
"You do it!!!!"
"Do what?"
"Pretend to be Doris!...I'll wave the light and you chase it..."
"Okay...."

Which is how I found myself on a Sunday evening, running around the lounge trying to catch a red dot, doing exactly what I mock MY DOG for doing, whilst a seven year old looked on in amusement...she even got me running around in circles god dammit. Not going to lie it is times like that I wonder what exactly I'm doing with my life.....

Meanwhile in other less silly departments of my life (they are rare but do exist!) It's  all change again - I was going to do camp America this year, I was SO determined to...and yet again I have had to put it on hold, which not going to lie I am rather disappointed by. It's the exact same reason as last year - we've not found a house yet and I couldn't agree to USA and then have us in a house that starts in June, because then I would have to pay two months worth of rent whilst not living there and I just can't afford to do that this year!! However I finish uni for good next year (holy cow!) so will hopefully be able to go out there for ages as I will have nothing to rush back for....until I have to come home and find a job that makes my degree useful and worthwhile! But yes I had kind of built myself up to the idea of ten weeks away, so with that suddenly changing I felt the need to get stuff-to-look-forward-to-planning, so I'm going to get my driving lessons restarted and my test passed (my theory expires in September so I have no excuses now!) - and I am going to a festival in Newquay with Katie and Kayleigh, which I am very excited for, however slightly anxious when thinking of toilet-ing...which is silly I know...Kayleigh's response was She-wee....(well that sorts it then!)

Not to mention the annual holiday with the loon family aka my Dad, Step Mum Liz and Step Brothers Cameron and Jordan. Our holidays are very chaotic which makes them strangely enjoyable. They always start with a 5 AM start as the roads are quieter (oooooft) and are helped along by a 7 AM break for breakfast at Little Chef (highlight of the journey) ...thing is with our holidays is they are always remembered by "incidents...." when remembering them....

"Ohhh that was the one where Cameron hit Jordan in the back of the car and gave him a nosebleed...."

"Ohhhh that was the one we went rollerblading and Liz fell and sprained her wrist...."

"Ohhhh that was the one where Jordan ate pink laces and strawberry yoghurt before we left for the journey home and puked all over the back of the car...."

"Ohhhh that was the one where we were playing with a ball outside and it got kicked at dads car and snapped his number plate off...."

"Ohhhh that was the one where Cameron threw my trainer in the sea....."

"Ohhhh that's the one where Taz got banned from the spinning cage ride where you stick to the wall and it goes upside down cos she put her feet up instead of standing in the proper position...."

"Ohhhh that was the one where we stopped at Little Chef for breakfast and there was a bee buzzing round us and we were shrieking and jumping all over the place and Dad got cross with us for making a scene..."

..... I really need to write a book about this shiz.

Loves
xx
 ACTUALLY HANG ON....what the hell is with the snow outside, how silly, it's March.
I don't even like snow, the novelty wore off about three years ago.
Now its just annoying and cold and causes and inconvenience.
Speaking of inconvenience, Having stayed at home - home last night I had to get the train back to Chi early this morning so I could go home and get my stuff before my 10 AM lecture.
Not gonna lie, I was Grouchy, Cold, Tired, Sulking because I didn't have sensible warm clothes with me and my phone deleted all my contacts and then died so I couldn't even listen to music on the train, as well as in a huff at the prospect of a double lecture ahead of me (which was suprisingly okay...)
Anyway I got to Chi at about 20 to 9 and decided that I would get a taxi home, because it was snowing, I was cold and tired and for all previous reasons.
Plus its about a 25 minute walk and I wanted home ASAP.
SO I waited about 5 minutes and a taxi pulled up so I went over and got in the back...
"Adelaide Road please..."
"Adelaide Road?" (said in the voice of a huffy 15 year old and not a 40 year old Taxi Driver)
"Yes..."
*Silence...*
"....Is that okay?"
"Well it's not very far is it...."
"Well actually I have Uni at 9 (LIE) and it takes me about half hour to walk (LIE) so I need to get back quickly..."

(NOT FAR FOR YOU IN YOUR STUPID OLD-FASHIONED PRICKY TAXI, BUT ABOUT A TWENTY FIVE MINUTE WALK FOR ME, WHEN I'M COLD AND OVER-TIRED AND READY TO PUNCH SOMEONE IN THE FACE. I AM PAYING YOU FOR THIS SERVICE, NO TAXI DRIVER HAS COMPLAINED BEFORE, THEY ARE USUALLY VERY NICE AND CHATTY. SO YOU CAN DO ONE AND JUST DRIVE ME HOME MATE.) - Is what my brain said in Tasmin Land.

I didn't say that.
I just sat in the back and ignored him...
which didn't entirely work - because he wasn't talking to me either.
Hmmmph.

Religion.

It's reading week, Woohoo!
And I haven't done any reading yet....Boo!
But I will, I will!
I'm just making the most of spare time...
Its something I've recently found I have.
I finally handed in my notice at Lloyds...
I may have already told this story, or at least briefly mentioned it. But I can't remember.

When I did my last shift at Lloyds, I didn't know it was going to be my last shift, which is probably a good thing, or I'd have got all emosh.
Basically I worked on the Saturday, handed my notice in on the monday, Had no shifts down for that week and so that was it, I was done.
Luckily my last shift there I was in a foul mood, I was over-tired, Extra-Ratty and closing floor, which made handing in my notice not too hard.
Although I decided I'd miss the people there, that wasn't enough of a reason for me to stay - I was just fed up of being tired all the time and having to rearrange plans and never knowing if I would be free for things. Sooo it was bye bye Lloyds!

Free time means Lie-ins...Huzzah!
And that is what I was having this morning, until I got rudely awoken at Half Ten by a hammering on my door...
"Was that the door?!"
"I think so..." *
I should have ignored it, but our letting agents often send people round to fix things in our house without us knowing, so I assumed it was something I had forgotten - almost confirmed when I heard male voices outside...
Cue a mad dash with eyes still pretty much shut and in sleep mode..
"Oh god where's my bra?! I cant open my door without a bra on....where is it?! Okay is there a cardigan down there I can have..."
- Manage to get Cardigan on over Pyjama top -
Stumble downstairs...
Spend 30 seconds trying to get sticky front door open through closed eyes....finally get it open...people have gone, but turn around a walk back up the path...
Stand there in Pyjamas...
Hair scraped back....
No make-up....
Morning Breath...
And eyes still uncapable of opening the whole way, not helped by the brightness of daylight...
Incapable of speech...

"Hello, we have come to speak to you about God - and his amazing and wonderful ideas through these great times of hardship..."

"...? Nyuhhh, uh thats good, uhrgh okay...Thank you...."
" Here is a leaflet..sorry for waking you up..."
"..nyuh okay bye."
Close door.

I waited until the door was shut to say what I truly thought...
And God probably wouldn't have approved at my choice of language...
However, it was more at the idea of being woken up so suddenly, than to him personally.
If I had been more awake - I'd probably have been able to form sensible sentences. And say "Thank you for your time, Whilst I appreciate what you are doing and admire you for being so commited to your beliefs, I don't actually believe in God, or any form of religion. I think for something that is meant to be good, it causes way to much conflict in the world."
Okay that's what I like to think I would have said, I don't think I'd have been brave enough though! Which is silly really, if thy are brave enough to come round and talk about their beliefs, I should be able to do the same!!
Oh welllll, it was probably time for me to get out of bed anyway. (Hmmmph)

* I had Mini McFarlane stay overe last night, I wasn't just having a conversation with myself!

Loves
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