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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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Tuesday, September 27, 2005
I have flu.
Well, I have a sore throat and a whole lot of snot. And a distinct feeling that the snot is a by product of a leak in my brain. So I conclude flu.
And if that wasn’t bad enough I was victim of a spider attack this morning. The valiant Cheesy leapt out of bed on hearing me wail loudly from the bathroom, bounding in to find me snivelling over the bathtub, glaring accusingly at the evil spider that had fallen from my head towel. If I hadn’t had my insane paranoia about spiders in my towels and shaken the blasted thing first the little bastard might have nested in my hair or crawled into my ear and eaten my brain. Anyway, the brave Cheesy sent the evil creature to a watery grave – making up for previous evil-boyfriend-behaviour-whilst-girlfriend-is-ill, such as making me wash up (shocking), and taking pictures of me whilst snot nosed and crusty eyed (plain evil). I demand to be pampered like a princess whilst I am ill, damnnamit!
Anyway, I’m off to spend the day sneezing at a computer and hopefully passing my germs on to my less likeable work colleagues.
6:37 am
Sunday, September 18, 2005
Yup – still alive. This job has been hard work and kept me busy, hence the lack of postage (no, not stamps). It’s also been weird being back in the mix of office politics. My last job was so laid back no one gave a monkey’s who got one of over who. But this place is full throttle. It’s not unpleasant. Just… I have to think about what I say before I say it a bit more. Which of course, for me, is tough. (“Accounts Boffin” springs to mind). Why do people have to be so… power hungry? You know? Can’t people just do their jobs and then go home? Why does our position at work hold so much appeal to us? Especially if it’s a position obtained by manipulation and blind-sighting rather than actually working hard? Weird weird species.
Finally got to see Pride & Prejudice. There’s something a little depressing about paying to see a movie you worked on, but then I did kinda snub the opportunity I did have to see it for free. Cause basically the people I worked on with this were arseholes in the first degree. A psychotic schizo rodent-like boss who seemed to get a kick out of telling me how shit I was; and Baron Greenback who used to sit on her bus-wide arse looking smug most the time.
* Deep Breath *
Anyway. I got a higher ranking on the credit than someone I deserved to have a higher ranking over, but didn’t actually have during the movie. Which means whichever blessed person put together the credits maybe knew what shit I was dealing with and corrected the matter. So, that made me feel rather chirpy whilst leaving the cinema.
And the movie? A damn sight better than I thought it would be. It has its problems. Keira Knightley has made an improvement, but her ‘isms a still forefront – regular pouting, her “I’m so cute aren’t I?” grin, and that kinda dead look behind her eyes. But… that said, she wasn’t as unbearable as I suspected she would be. I think there could’ve been a better actress in the role, but she’s watcheable and likeable, which I suppose is a start. Matthew Macfadyen is the one to watch anyway – yummy yummy yummy. And a great actor to boot – you really believe he’s who you’re watching, rather than feeling he’s an actor “doing” someone. (No filthy jokes thanks).
The film itself is also very good overall, but it has its dodgy moments – a hammy scene involving a ballroom of people disappearing in one of those “it’s only them” moments; and a rather implausibly well timed (albeit sexy) entrance from the mist. And a distinct lack of a steamy snog. I know it’s Austen – but people surely had a bit of a smooch, didn’t they? Ah well.
Right, more weekend mooching.
2:06 pm
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Sometimes, when I visit the GrandMomos and GrandPopos - I get swamped with an overwhelming sense of paranoia that I'm somehow living in a sitcom. You want your loopy working class lancashire old folk stereotype? My lot have got it in reams. To be fair to the PopoGrandMomo (think about it and you'll understand what I'm saying there), she was doped up and recovering from a hip operation - so her weird stories about occurrences that blatantly haven't taken place, can be excused. My theory is the old dear isn;t able at the moment to distinguish between dreams and reality - as her stories have that dreamlike quality to them.
"I saw you, Son, walking down the corridor with another man, and you were ignoring me, and I kept yelling and you didn't bother, you horrid thing - and then you started lifting barrels and your back's supposed to be bad"
"Ooh, a young man came in and tried to sell me a sandwich, but I told him no, and then he went and ate it! Cheeky thing"
Try telling her she's dreaming, and you look like you've told her she's just flashed her knickers to the whole ward. Still fairly sharp though - picked up totally when I was patronising her and mocked me thoroughly for it. Sharpness became less impressive when she started waving to a lady over the room, insisting it was another GrandMomo in our family. That and the aged Asian gentleman next to her who apparently was speaking German (not quite) and as far as she was concerned was most certainly a Nazi. First Asian Nazi I've come across, but I suppose one has to keep an open mind.
Her attitude to the PopoGrandPopo was as usual though - throwing a bit of sweet wrapper at him, grinning and saying "Ooh, I wish that was a rock".
The other side of the family was just as entertaining this weekend. The MomoGrandMomo is on a new drug that on the one hand is making her much more talkative and lucid, but on the other extremely blunt. In that I'm-Going-To-Say-What-I-Think-Whether-You-Like-It-Or-Not kind of way. One of my younger cousins is bearing the brunt of being an "ugly baby".
Momo: "There's no such thing as an ugly baby, Mum"
MomoGrandMomo: "Yes there is - she was one. She was an ugly baby!"
MomoGrandPopo is generally just looking harassed through all this and making talkie-talkie signs over her head at any given opportunity. Though his current mice catching schemes kept me very amused. Noticing the humane mouse trap in their kitchen I enquired as to whether they had a mouse. Apparently they'd had two, but not anymore. After catching the first one in the humane trap, MomoGrandPopo had instructed one of my male younger cousins to put it in a bag and whack it against the garden wall. The second mouse caught in the humane trap, MomoGrandPopo decided he would kill humanely by drowning it.
Hmmm.
Begs the question, why on earth bother with the humane mousetrap - snap the bugger's head off with the proper trap and be done with it.
I can't wait to be old.
5:09 pm
Friday, September 02, 2005
What?! I've been busy!
Edinburgh was fantabulous. Brendon Burns as wickedly amusing as ever, a second part to a show I saw a few years back was also very good, but doesn't stand alone as much as it claims. Madam I'm Adam was genius, as were the shows Adolf and Bacon (same actor). I'm sure at some point I'll elaborate on them more but right now I'm just playing catch up. Came home and spent a depressed week working hard and pining for my man. Nice BBQ on the Saturday to see off an old work colleague of mine who's about to start a job in Prague. Nice. Actually, it was a really nice evening. It's been ages since I've just hung out at a friends house - just had a laugh and stayed over and all that gumph. Not since University really. So that was cool.
Other than that, this week has been work, work, work (with all other hours being devoted to Cheesy reunion time - ahem). My hours are long again, and since I spend all of them staring at a computer screen, my mine desire does not involve a computer in my evenings.
Job has been really good so far - too much food on supply though. Sitting for 11 hours straight and eating a whole load of food is gonna get me fat real quick. No good at all. Yummy though.
Anyway, I'm pining again now, cause Cheesy has gone off on his canal boat thingy with the boys. (Don't ask - I can only assume it's some weird male-bonding-nature thing). So I shall sulk a while.
Weekend plans have gone a little up creek too, as me Granny went and broke her hip, so I'm off a-visiting. She's gonna be fine, we think - though her drugged up deliriums are apparently something to behold. To be honest, most things Granny says are something to behold.
8:39 pm
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