My internet died last week. And now it's okay again, but instead, my computer likes to suddenly go "WHIIIRRRRR-CLUNK" and die.
Friday I went to the pub with Kat and it was a bit shit but alright-ish, then I got back to my flat and we hung out the window listening to people we know in another flat screaming abuse at people out the window ("you ugly motherfuckers!") and we sat about for a bit drinking rum (as all good pirates should
). Some guy I'd been talking to in the pub walked past so we called him to come up, and the three of us sat about for a bit talking crap. I vaguely remember a huge argument about Columbian coke farmers. Then went to some rave in a field in the woods. I felt shit to begin with but better as the night went on, I got talking to people and I actually feel a bit less invisible. Mmmm bonfires and Born Slippy.
Saturday was Mr Traumatron's birthday. And it was pubandcurryandengineroomsandlaughatgoths-y.
Ohohohoho
Sunday me and Kat went over and over and over house magazines. And today too.
There were going to be four of us, me Kat, Will and James, getting a house. But last week James left. His mum has cancer, things are very sad.
So now there are three of us, and houses do not seem to be any cheaper than when there are four of us so it's all a bit difficult.
Today we looked around a beautiful flat with HUMONGOUS big airy bedrooms (except for one which is a bit smaller but Will can have that one ha), but problems with the bollocksy heating and landlord.
We've found some which sound awesome but we aren't allowed to look at them for another few months. But, haha, we have the addresses. So we are going to knock on doors and try to have a look see anyway.
I got this amazing thing in the post - but I don't know who from. So, if you are responsible for making me a happy girl, let me know
I have a new packet of biscuits. I ate my way through three packets of chocolate fingers in two days. There are vegetables in the fridge but I have the horrible feeling they'll go mouldy before I get round to even considering cooking them.
I'm eventually going to shove some outtakes from my set in my folders. I was really shy when I shot it, mainly because the lady who did it doesn't really do nude photography, plus her dog was watching me the whole time with a really disapproving sort of expression. She (lady, not dog) was really against anything in the set ("I had a look at the site to see what you were on about - I can't believe some of the girls have backgrounds in their sets! So unprofessional!") and it didn't really come out at all how I envisaged my first set to look. But I got pizza and an autographed copy of her book and she was really lovely, and more importantly, I got accepted
So, tomorrow I have a busy day of trying to blag my way into people's houses, and maybe dropping off CV's anywhere with jobs going for good measure.
I tripped over a manhole cover today. It was even more embarrassing because on my way down I hit a lamp post.
Friday I went to the pub with Kat and it was a bit shit but alright-ish, then I got back to my flat and we hung out the window listening to people we know in another flat screaming abuse at people out the window ("you ugly motherfuckers!") and we sat about for a bit drinking rum (as all good pirates should
). Some guy I'd been talking to in the pub walked past so we called him to come up, and the three of us sat about for a bit talking crap. I vaguely remember a huge argument about Columbian coke farmers. Then went to some rave in a field in the woods. I felt shit to begin with but better as the night went on, I got talking to people and I actually feel a bit less invisible. Mmmm bonfires and Born Slippy.
Saturday was Mr Traumatron's birthday. And it was pubandcurryandengineroomsandlaughatgoths-y.
Ohohohoho
Sunday me and Kat went over and over and over house magazines. And today too.
There were going to be four of us, me Kat, Will and James, getting a house. But last week James left. His mum has cancer, things are very sad.
So now there are three of us, and houses do not seem to be any cheaper than when there are four of us so it's all a bit difficult.
Today we looked around a beautiful flat with HUMONGOUS big airy bedrooms (except for one which is a bit smaller but Will can have that one ha), but problems with the bollocksy heating and landlord.
We've found some which sound awesome but we aren't allowed to look at them for another few months. But, haha, we have the addresses. So we are going to knock on doors and try to have a look see anyway.
I got this amazing thing in the post - but I don't know who from. So, if you are responsible for making me a happy girl, let me know
I have a new packet of biscuits. I ate my way through three packets of chocolate fingers in two days. There are vegetables in the fridge but I have the horrible feeling they'll go mouldy before I get round to even considering cooking them.
I'm eventually going to shove some outtakes from my set in my folders. I was really shy when I shot it, mainly because the lady who did it doesn't really do nude photography, plus her dog was watching me the whole time with a really disapproving sort of expression. She (lady, not dog) was really against anything in the set ("I had a look at the site to see what you were on about - I can't believe some of the girls have backgrounds in their sets! So unprofessional!") and it didn't really come out at all how I envisaged my first set to look. But I got pizza and an autographed copy of her book and she was really lovely, and more importantly, I got accepted
So, tomorrow I have a busy day of trying to blag my way into people's houses, and maybe dropping off CV's anywhere with jobs going for good measure.
I tripped over a manhole cover today. It was even more embarrassing because on my way down I hit a lamp post.
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i like rum. not a very interesting comment i know, but you mentioned it in your entry, and now that's all i can think!
I've tried showing a little leg and cleavage but by god it seems to have the opposite effect than I want