Frustrations

Hi fans and fanettes. I had a frustrating day, going to work quite unawake after our house party the night before was frustrating. Work frustrated me yet again. I've come to accept customers like Somewhere what I worked this one time, for whatever god awful reason that is, but I can't accept customers who come into Somewhere what I worked this one time asking to buy a particular product, it's not that kind of store! One customer seemed to find it hard to believe that we didn't sell extension leads. "Where's your electrical department?" I got asked. Just what kind of store do you think this is. FUCK OFF TO ARGOS DICKWEAPS! Their new catologue is exciting. Made me think of buying one of these mp3 player things the kids have now-a-days.

Oh and another frustration, this ad I saw in the metro that some how had circulated it's way to the Somewhere what I worked this one time staff room.
And whilst I didn't have it in me to phone my mum earlier, I had it in me to phone with the 141 prefix infront so they don't know I'm calling and leave a message saying "I fucking love ginger hair" and hang up without leaving my name or number. I'm a ginger coward.

Well the show would only be some embarrasing BBC3 wank... probably.

No one would want me associated with such wankery.

My Christmas - dull post time

Hello there, I celebrated christmas yesterday, did you? Was yours good? Oh really, get anything good? Oh you got one of those, they are cool!

My christmas you ask? It was alright, christmas dinner was lovely, spending time with my family after not being with them since novemember was nice. Presents you ask? Well I got a few DVDs and some money. I got Peep Show series 3, sadly it can't play on my laptop so I can't play it on the move so I'll have to partake in the traditional christmas activity of taking something back, wonderful.

Christmas TV? Bit underwhelming in all honesty. I watched Harry Potter for some reason after a walk around my sussex village to see what was different out of restlessness (they've not finally got a indian after NIMBY type of complaining from people who live 10 minutes away!). Harry Potter was alright. Not sure what the fricking fuss is and why I care about the fricking fuss. Then watched Doctor Who, was entertaining, sure, but a little over the top and frantic that I lost a little interest by the end of the episode. Oh and my mum and sister talked over the first quater of an hour of it, disgraceful. Doctor who must be watched in silence and awe, not chat about the fucking new indian in the village. Little Britain Abroad? Double underwhelming. The ocassional laugh, but now I'm just looking at the show at disbelief trying to understand why I liked it once upon a time.

Well it's boxing day today, and I'm currently drugged up feeling a little drousy. I come home and I'm sneezing away, there's something I'm allergic to in the house, I think it's the cat, I don't want to confirm this, I love cats, I am a cat person, but my aunt developed a cat allergy suddenly, I have a bad feeling I do. So as I type this blog I'm on some drug I can't remember the name of, it's sounds like hysterectomy, I can't drink alcohol, probably for the best, I don't want to be wankered infront of the parents. It's stopping my sneezing which is wicked. Innit.

My boxing day was alright, Aunt, Uncle, Cousin and Grandparents came round. I had to amuse my seven year old cousin which was suprisingly easy when he has a cyberman voice changer toy. I encouraged him to make burping and farting noises through it, I am a bad influence.

I can't think of anything else to blog about my christmas other than my concern that I'm going to have to spend the next 2 weeks at home drugged up to prevent me from sneezing at something I'm allergic to at home. Good Day.

I just want to fuck off home

Hello there blog, it's the end of term for uni students, I wanted to end my term in a glorious merry hyperactive (almost nobish) drunken state, sadly I've ended this term with just stress. I'm full of flu, which is always a fun thing to blog about. My loyal readers can identify with the character of me and say "Yes, I've been full of flu before, it's like we have a connection" well I'm sorry but we don't, I'm just scrounging for some sympathy here.

The last day of term (friday) consisted of me doing a presentation, I muppetishly put myself down to do my persentation on the last day of term, the day when over half the class is sciving and I could have been one of them. I managed to get through my presentation withouth coughing or spluttering much. Huzzah.

Then I lay in bed all afternoon, or lay around somewhere, can't remember specifically, it was definetly in the student house of dreams. Then in the evening we did our secret santa for our house where someone thoughtfully brought me that book. The ginger survival guide Dan told me about via the glorious medium of blogging back in July. It's a little insulting as I suspected and keeps using the baffling word of ginner. What's a ginner? Who calls people of my kind a ginner? Doesn't make a lot of sense to me.

Well it was a house party at my friends house that evening, and damm it if my flu was gonna get in the way. Sadly it did. I didn't much feel like drinking and making an arse of myself, I felt I had to drink the drinks I'd managed to scrounge, but struggled to find the strength to start drinking a warm stella. Ugh. I left at a just bit before midnight with a headache and a general feeling of dissapointment at how my last day of term had ended.

I phoned in sick to work at the place that must not be named today, about 70% of my reasoning was that I was feeling ill, and another 30% was that I didn't want to go into after... well reasons listed (more like ranted) in a previous blog, scroll down my hos. I got a "don't let me down" from the manager on the other end of the phone. Sadly I'm defaultly polite in a sober state and just said "I'm sorry". I'd prefer to have spewed in hindsight "Well you've got christmas temporary staff... Oh wait, no you haven't because most of the christmas temporary staff at the shit hole have left after a couple of weeks, you're understaffed, you're screwed, hopefully I'll stay working at your shit organisation long enough till christmas day, but don't hold your breath". I must stress I didn't say that down the phone, no matter how tempting it maybe to do in future. Say tommorow, when I phone in sick again.

Which sums up my feelings at the moment, I want to quit work get out of Reading and be able to fuck off home back to Sussex for a few weeks. Would make me a lot fucking happier.

Oh yes and be less full of flu as well would be super.

Harry Potter?!?

Whilst walking back from town today after some limited christmas shopping I walked past piss heads bench. Okay that fact in itself isn't worth blogging about. Piss heads bench you ask? Why it's a bench just outside of the town centre which often has drunk people with cans. That fact in itself isn't very exciting, but feel free to pretend it is. One of the participants on piss head bench in drunken slurred way said "that kid looks like Harry Potter" refering to me I assumed. Hell I think he pointed at me. After about 5 seconds of confusion in my gingery head I remarked "More like Ron" which I got some drunken swaggerd sort of "Yeah" and his drunken college remarked, well more repeated what I said "more like Ron" and whilst I was walking away I think the guy said "cunt" under his breath.

Now I'm just a little confused, I'm sure I don't look like Harry Potter, he might not have been refering to me as Harry Potter, he was drunk so why am I running this through my mind?

Maybe because I'm scared of being told I look like Harry Potter.

Oh dear not again...

We went to theatre darlings which I gather is what people do in London. But we had to kill some time in London darlings before hand, witness said killing in a mini photo collage of me killing below. I went to this super elaborate toilet in London called the National Gallery, it had a cafe and an art gallery with it as well, but I didn't go to the toilet so it was a bit of a wasted trip not going to the main part of the National Gallery. I also went to covent garden where my housemates encouraged me to have my photo taken outside a t-shirt shop, I'm not sure exactly why. Oh and we visited a waterstones, they had a book I wanted, but then I remembered I'm not a mentalist so I didn't buy it.

Did I mention darlings I went to theatre? Well my housemate introduced me to this system of turning up on the day and deciding what you wanted to see on the day. Sounds like madness! We saw the Rocky Horror picture show, a show I enjoyed even more because of some actor I'd forgotten I rather liked. Mr. Steve Pemberton of League of Gentlemen fame who stole the show for me with the wonderful responses to heckles.
"She rided a..."
"COCK"
"I've got tidlewave written here, but I will accept cock"
I enjoyed the whole show, it made me remember how much the film is as weird as fuck, but oddly enjoyable, and has made me want to listen to the time warp again, just after I've finished listening to Hanson's MmmBop. I'm sure Hanson's MmmBop has no real lyrics and just consists of the brothers making wierd as fuck noises.