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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Saturday, January 29, 2005
I love it when things come together. Especially for people I know. And it’s three for three this week.
First up, things have really been happening for Bron lately. Finally her talents are being recognised and, most importantly, paid for. About time too. I know once enough good things keep happening for Bron she’ll stop looking for the bad around the corner. So keep ‘em coming!
Second up, my sister (she of Fat Arse origin) has finally realised that Accounts Recruitment is full of bitchy competitive slut bags, and has returned to her roots in Education. Sure, the pay is lower, but if you’re happy, who cares? Happiness over money – definitely the way forward. And moving back to Manchester – it’s always good news when someone moves to Manchester.
Which ties in nicely with the final one – and this is the one that’s left me feeling all warm and fuzzy all morning – the removal of Fluffy from her old home to a new one in Manchester. She’s disappeared from the blog world at the moment, but reading her blog you can see what a bunch of crap she’s had to deal with (most originating from the Bastard-Ex) over the last few years. After getting it together with the lovely Kitchentable (reading their blogs, you can tell these guys were just made for eachother) she’s making the move to Manchester (most importantly, the home of Mr Kitchentable). It’s like a proper happy ending. Horses and Sunsets and everything. And being the schmaltzy fool that I am, I love it. Good luck guys!
1:09 pm
Saturday, January 22, 2005
So, some new blogs to play with.
First up is Syton's Blog – make some return trips here, as this one is bound to get both surreal and hysterical. It’s written by the most self-penis-obsessed guy I’ve ever known (should fit in just nicely around here then).
Second is a welome return of the Jeeves & Wooster letters. I eavesdropped on a couple of these back in my uni days, and they usually develop very nicely. Pay them some much deserved attention.
As for me, I am off home to give some much deserved attention to my newly returned Cheesy. Don't expect me to emerge from my frolicks till I have to drag my ass to work on Monday!
4:00 pm
Friday, January 21, 2005
Despite generally be the smarter one in the relationship, Cheesy can’t half be a daft bugger sometimes. Dumb-ass has been telling me from the start that he’s flying back in on Sunday morning (whereupon I was going to pick him from the airport). Turns out that actually he’s not coming back Sunday morning, he’s coming back tomorrow morning.
Good, yes, cause he’s back sooner. Bad, cause it screws up all my yummy plans for the weekend. Because, you see, I’m working tomorrow. So I can’t pick the daft thing up from the airport. So, first off there goes my romantic airport reunion bubble. Sigh – I so wanted to be like the movies. Plus I like going to airports, it’s kinda adventurous, in a weird me-way. Also, now instead of being able to whisk him home and have my wicked way with him, I’m gonna be slogging it at work. Which means when I finally get home, I’m gonna be knackered and dishevelled, instead of gloriously preened. Plus it means I now have one less night to tidy the flat (which I have intermittently attacked with small clothing bombs and dirty dishes). Sigh. This would never happen to Cinderella.
(On a smaller note, I shall be without home internet for the next week or so as we make the move from BT to Tesco. So limited blogging ahoy!)
3:56 pm
Jolly good:
 | You scored as Verbal/Linguistic. You have highly developed auditory skills, enjoy reading and writing and telling stories, and are good at getting your point across. You learn best by saying and hearing words. People like you include poets, authors, speakers, attorneys, politicians, lecturers and teachers.
Verbal/Linguistic | | 96% | Intrapersonal | | 93% | Interpersonal | | 79% | Musical/Rhythmic | | 64% | Logical/Mathematical | | 61% | Visual/Spatial | | 50% | Bodily/Kinesthetic | | 21% |
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3:18 pm
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Right. JJ's questions first I think (about time you made a comment, you loiterer you!):
1) If you could use one word to describe me what would it be?
Comedy. Or possibly Horny.
2) Is a graveyard more romantic than a candle-lit dinner?
Since I'm all gothic romance obsessed at the moment (a la Phantom of the Opera), I could certainly imagine a graveyard to be romantic. Uniqueness is always attractive. Though I could see why some people would be uncomfortable. But I like graveyards. I have a fascination for reading the things written about people - might kill the romance a bit.
3) Bron suggested I ask you questions. Was she right in doing so?
Obviously so, as I'm having fun answering them.
4) Just how lovely are you?
*Blush* Me! Nah I'm an evil little minx. Minxes aren't lovely.
5) What would you do if you were me?
Get past the stage fright and act my little heart out. And move out of Glossup!
Next up, La Bron questions:
1) When did you realise you were with the right guy?
Tricky. I kinda knew Cheesy was the one before I even was with him. And when I was with someone else. There was this period of time when things between me and him weren't on (he had a girlfriend), but there was something going on. Nothing actual -the boy was frustratingly faithful both in words and action, but beneath the surface there was something. So, frustrated me, not really knowing what to think. In the meantime, Baldy was making the mega-moves. Huge compliments, blatantly trying every flattery-trick in the book for a shag. After being convinced that things with me and Cheesy weren't gonna happen, I let a few kisses happen with Baldy. The whole time all I thought of was Cheesy. I guess that was when I knew he really was for me - all the other offers were rejected even though we weren't together. Once we were together there were hundreds of those realisations. (*I shall pause quietly while my readership now rushes to vomit in a bucket*)............
2) How is London?
Mneh! It suits its purpose career wise. Most time here I just spend pining for Manchester.
3) What's the most hurtful thing that anyone has ever said to you (dont'mention michael jackson)
This question at the moment only makes me think of people, rather than something anyone's said. There were two people in my past who really hurt me - one was Lucy who was my best friend at college - I sacrificed a lot for her, including my own personal morals about certain things, and she turned on me for nothing. The other was the (ooh, dreaded word here) EX. Mostly with both of them it was a trust thing - relationships come and go, but abuse of trust is what hurts. Me and the ex are long since patched up, grown up and fine now - it;s ever so mature. Me and Lucy never made it back though, despite healing the rift some time after. Weird.
Oh, and my sister said I'd got fat at Christmas (Since I call her Fat Arse though I can't really complain.)
4) When was your happiest time?
Hmmm, tricky. There are different things that have made me happy about different times of my life. My time at Manchester was probably my most carefree happy time. Being at the Edinburgh festival also makes me very happy, even if I'm stressed there.
5) Can you cry on demand?
Depends very much on how tired I am. If I'm tired and crotchety, I can totally convince myself to cry. Other times - nope. As a test, I just made myself cry. (I am tired indeed, and achy from my stupid dumb-ass whiplash).
Ta da!!! Phew!
10:02 pm
Question from SteveR (welcome, by the way, to my blog of meanderings):
"Where do you want to see yourself in 10 years time?"
Right, so that's me at 34. Hmmm. Okay, I think I shall answer this in pure fantasy mode. Stinking rich, famous playwright with two kids under the belt. And preferably still a Cheesy on my arm.
Realistically, probably going mental as an accountant on some film working nutty hours, with maybe one play that's been on a professional stage - if I'm lucky. And probably some sprogs or if not some major maternal-clock tickings. Hopefully by the time I'm 34 i'll at least be a production accountant. Either that or I'll have packed the whole thing in to try and run some bookshop or some theatre somewhere. Ack. Now I think about it I really don't know.
Gee, this question answer thing seemed so simple earlier.
8:10 pm
The Kitchentable hath returned!
It's like when Angel came back on Buffy.
Sort of.
10:58 am
Wednesday, January 19, 2005
I do this with some trepidation as I'm sure Bron has five evil questions ready and waiting (since she's insisted I do this). Be nice people:
fun with honesty
1. Ask me any 5 questions you like in reply to this post and I will answer your questions honestly in a new post.
2. Post this to your journal so that myself and others can also ask you questions.
7:46 pm
The glamour of working at Ealing Studios. So, yesterday after discovering a carbon monoxide leak (so that’s why my ears are bleeding!), the studio decided to switch the heating off.
It’s still of today. Our workdesks are in a large studio space. Very large. Very drafty. Very cold. I sit here in full coat, scarf and gloves combo. And the electricity has just switched off. I type this on my surviving computer battery. So now the small heat generated by the stand-alone heaters is also gone.
Do I get to go home? No. Stupid film industry.
8:54 am
Monday, January 17, 2005
Sigh. I'm beginning to think I should just stop fixing my car.
Driving along this morning, and some daft bird pulls right out and crashes into me. Swell. So Mac has yet another injury. This time on the front (see, I really am working my way around the car). At least this time I can take some small solace in the fact that it wasn't my fault. For the first time ever. Tsk. I'm off - must rummage out insurance bits!
10:10 pm
Friday, January 14, 2005
Why is it, without fail, that whenever someone hurls some kind of missile around the room, it always, ALWAYS hits me in the face. Maybe there’s a missile magnet up my nose.
5:10 pm
Thursday, January 13, 2005
And so begins my time in solitary. Cheesy has flown off and away to Dubai, and I am spending my time mooching round our empty flat. And cooking. Damn it. Still, at least cooking for myself means I can eat salmon every now and again (Cheesy has a fish-aversion).
It's a bit weird mostly cause at the moment I can't even talk to him. He's managed a quick email, but the communication lines will be really shoddy. Sigh. I so long to be the independant type, but it really doesn't work. Fact is I feel less than me when he's gone. I've always believed you should be independantly happy before you let someone else make you so. I still believe that, but I always thought that you would stay able to be independantly happy. I'm sure I could if I really tried - but I guess I've just become accustomed to the cheeky chap. 4 years will do that.
Anyway - so time fillers in the meantime. Work is helping out with the majority of my time (thanks to a pesky 6-day week, 11 hours a day). Saturday I plan to hang out with He-Who-Knows-Not-Which-Way-He-Swings for my third outing to the cinema to see "Phantom of the Opera". Yes, I'm a big saddo. But for some reason I can't get enough of this film. I first went to see the show when I was seven and adored it with child-like enthusiasm for all its big noises, fantastic visuals and pretty dresses and drama. Into premenstrual teens, me and Princess Sar went to see the show repeatedly, falling in with the romanticism of it all. Fiercly vehement that we would never have chosen the interfering Raoul, and instead would love the Phantom. The darkness. It makes sense looking back. Christine herself was at that age - blindly romantic and idealistic, but just on the verge of losing innocence, a desire to do so. That's what I think the Phantom represented - the darkness of love and romance, which when you're sixteen and still innocent is all very exciting.
Anyway, I grew up. Lost my interest first off in musicals, and although holding a fondness still for the show, losing mostly my interest in that too.
When the movie showed up I wasn't sure what to expect. And to be honest I still can't explain it except that I love it and want to see it lots and lots - especially in a cinema where the music and the visuals just take hold of it. Gerard Butler is a yummy Phantom and despite other critisisms I thought he was awesome. Lookit aaaaah - frilly shirts (you know they're sexy):
And If I was a lesbian, Emmy Rossum (Christine) would not be able to shake me from her - she's divine both in looks, acting and singing. Three for three. If you're a guy who likes bosoms just go see it already:
And what's weird - I can't necessarily peg what people will think of it. If they'll love it or hate it (with most movies I'm at least able to near the right result). Cheesy, for one, loved it. Go figure. I didn't see that one coming. What will HWKNWHS think of it? I haven't a sodding clue.
Go see it before it's no longer at cinemas and make up your own mind - do it now I tells ya!
8:05 pm
Monday, January 10, 2005
Every once in awhile me and The Cheese make the request of a back rub. It’s one of those ‘we’re old people now’ couple things. However, the enthusiasm from the rubber is not always at the max. Last night, it is clear to me that Cheesy’s enthusiasm was not very high and that his focus was finishing the job quickly – mainly because today my back feels like it’s been beaten by a small steam-roller. Men.
5:07 pm
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Hey hey and a Happy New Year. At last it seems our internet connection at the Twickenham abode is behaving itself, which means I can actually return to the land of blog without swearing, frustration and an urge to bash the computer to pieces. It's all been a bit strained computer wise as my laptop also got a nasty virus, which meant no internet at work either (I use my own at work - a nice little extra earner).
So.... jolly good Christmas all round I think with pretty prezzies and quality family time enjoyed by the family as a whole (although Brooke and Billy spent most of Christmas Eve sulking with eachother - living together seems to do that to them). Lots of happy quality time with the Bron, making some weird videos (very odd for me as I tend to shy away from the cameras - however, since my character's face was mostly concealed with fuzzy hat and scarf I made an allowance). Managed to see Tall Boy too and my cousin Rob who spends most of his life on cruises (working of course). New Year's Eve was lovely - went to Princess Sar's flat in Manchester and had a jolly old time of things producing much tiredness but surprising little hang over. And of course it being the passing of 4 years for me and Cheesy always makes it a little special (though it's a sodding nightmare trying to do anything on your anniversary when the street's full of drunken fools - apart from the obvious I suppose, heh).
In other news, since starting my new job in November I have put on a stone! A stone, I tells ya! Now, weight has never really been an issue for me. I've always been a scrawny bugger (usually thanks to my Crohn's rubbishness - ain't nothing like a disease to keep your weight down). But since going on location and eating fried breakfasts, full lunches and take aways daily, combined with Christmas eating, I have become, well, I little wide around the edges. I was once told I had birthing hips (thank you Mr Chef at the Wacky Warehouse which was the place of my first employment at 17), now I can see why - it's where the weight piles on quite happily. I wouldn't really mind that much - I've always been a bit too skinny, and the weight is doing wonders for my cleavage - but I can't fit it to certain favourite items of clothing. My evening flares for example just can't take the strain anymore. And my Rachel Weiz skirt ain't having it (yes, I am now certainly fatter than Rachel Weiz). So. Diet. Definitely diet. Doing surprisingly well on the sugar/chocolate side of things (except for today, but being the first day of 'what-it-is-to-be-female-fucking-stupid-apple-of-Eden', I ain't about to argue with what my body tells me to eat, depsite knowing the any kind of refined sugar or caffeine will make any bloating and cramps worse, but logic has never been considered in this area of woman's lives). Also major cut down on carbs. Now if I can just figure out a way to get some exercise I could be onto something - with Cheesy away for most of Jan my exercise quota is going to drop dramatically. The DIY version just really doesn't burn the same number of calories.
Anyway - finally, New Year's Resolutions:
Get a better diet.
Write at least two sodding full length plays and start arseing around
Get another play put on
Learn some new piano pieces
Get good at Yoga
Minimal chocolate consumption
2005, hurrah!
1:18 pm
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