crystal castles, cider, casserole

Work was fine today, once again I totally got my sweat on for the first couple of hours then didn't have much else to do for the rest of the day. At lunch I was sitting, eating a sandwich (filling=gammon), reading my book ("The Medici Dagger" by Cameron West, it is ok but at times he could do with writing more details and at other times he should write less details) and generally minding my own business when suddenly I was aware that one of our members of staff, who is rather fat, had a bread knife wedge in the money slot of the vending machine trying to push in money that she was convinced was jammed. Then after about 2 minutes of violating the vending machine she started hitting it really hard (she really wanted that chocolate) that's when someone finally told her that the money had just went into the change bit. So she got her chocolate and looked like she might of cried with happiness. After lunch I had so little to do I just came home early.

So I have spent the last hour making a pork and cider casserole, while listening to Crystal Castles. It smells good but still needs to cook for another three and a half hours, but I am starving now. So I think I shall go on the wii for a bit to take my mind off it then after food I have the aweful job of trying to tidy my bedroom, so a rather boring night awaits.

I ate four mini eggs and felt guilty

It has felt like such a long day. I was up this morning at 4:45 to go to work where I managed to get everything I needed to do done in three hours and spent the other six hours of my shift doing everyone Else's job for them. I wonder, sometimes, how the people I work with actual got a job they are so silly. Today two of the managers were sitting in the office doing absolutely nothing complaining that we were short staffed and all I could think was if they actually stopped moaning and did some work then we would in fact be amply staffed.

However, after I left the office because I couldn't endure them anymore I wondered into the backroom and the staff were playing A Perfect Circle. I was so excited (but a little confused as the staff member, who the ipod playing said music belongs to, usually listens to terrible music, like venga boy terrible) and I felt 17 again, remembering spending hours listening to them during sixth year and drinking punch on a bench with the girl, who broke my heart more than anyone ever could, trying to explain why I loved their song Judith so much. I danced twice and everyone laughed even though I wasn't trying to be funny, so I danced some more to show them I didn't care if they found my horrific dancing horrific.

So I left feeling nowhere near as bad as I thought I would, but thought why not get some form of delicious treat to cheer myself up to the max. I skipped into the closest shop that I could find (that sold sweet, of course, because I wouldn't of found anything tasty to eat in a bicycle shop or a hardware store) and tried to decide what to get. At first I wanted a milky way crispy roll because they are awesome but they did not sell them, so I went for some mini eggs because they are awesome. Yum yum!!!!! But I had only had four of them and I felt so bad and guilty for using such a rubbish excuse to justify buying chocolate. I couldn't eat anymore, they are still sitting on my cars dashboard waiting to mock me when I go to drive to work tomorrow morning. So now instead of just having to put up with waking up tomorrow at stupid o'clock again I now have to worry about laughing chocolate as well.

I'm off to watch 'Igby Goes Down' now.

xxxx

First post! What to say??

I always find is rather difficult to know what to write in a first blog. So I'll simply introduce myself.

I was born 25 years ago in a small town where there is nothing to do but hang about outside the chip shop in the rain drinking cheap nasty cider or vile monk wine. So I had to find ways to entertain myself, which mainly involved me writing down anything that popped into my head while listening to music that made me smile or cry. After school I went to university but found myself bored so I left (but not until I had wasted a good couple of years watching day time television) and started working in retail as a merchandiser. This is when I grew to love fashion. My job is not always the best and I do mental shifts but every now and again there will be a day where I love what I am doing so much that it makes the job worth it.

This year I have decided to make some serious changes in my life. I will:

• find someone to love, who shall love me back
• do more exercise
• learn to cook
• start writing more, especially working on a book I have had in my head for years
• decide for good what I want to do with my life

Thus far, I have started well with most of these apart from the first (found someone to love but they love their religion too much) but I still have 334 days left to work on this.

I think that should suffice for just now, I shalln't say that I will write something everyday but I shall try my best.

xxxx