Good Vibrations
Ah yes, this is more like it: I'm feeling positive today! So much so that I'm actually thinking I should just suck it up and apply for jobs in sales, and it's been a long time since I've done that, or even
thought about doing that, but, well, here we are!
Gotta keep those lovin' good vibrations
a happenin' with her
(repeat and fade)
Cuckoo!
I had a crazy dream last night! There was an alien in it who sacrificied himself to prove that interstellar travel was possible, and then I went back to school to learn how to teach and for some reason we (me and Ronnie) moved into a house near campus - which happened to be in a North American coastal town, which actually explains why we moved house, after all it's a long commute from Northampton... I dunno, there was loads of other stuff too, but it's all gettin' hazy the further I get from being asleep. It was a cool dream though!
Ronnie should be coming over tonight (Yay!), so I think I'm gonna be busy today trying to get things sorted for her - I hate things being messy when she comes here, makes me feel like a failure! Which is possibly something of an over-reaction to a bit of dust...
Money Worries, The Perfect Girl and Cloudy Eclipse Day
Today has been spent in two distinct halves: in the first part I was happy and carefree and managed to get myself a job interview next week, in the second part I fretted about money and thought that it was all over.
Admittedly my financial situation isn't great, but y'know what? It hasn't been great for the whole of the past year, and I've managed to keep going for all that time, so surely I can keep rolling just a little longer until I get myself a job? That's my comforting thought on the matter at least, that and "well, it's only money right?". I mean sure money is kinda essential for modern life and all, but it is actually a soluble problem, it's not like I'm dying from some incurable disease: this is just a hitch, a problem that can and will be solved. All kindsa people have all kindsa money worries all the time, and if they can get out of it, then so can I!
On top of all that, I have Ronnie! She's everything I ever wanted in a girl-friend and partner, everything I ever dreamed you could have, and she keeps me going no matter what. In fact I was thinking about this the other day (in the bath, home of all my best thinking), even before we were dating, she always seemed to have some sixth sense to tell when I was feeling down, 'cos that'd be the day that I'd get a letter, or postcard or a little parcel from her, and she's always been there keeping me running.
So, yeah I have some money worries right now. Who doesn't right? I can face up to them, I can acknowledge that they're there, but they aren't going to run my life or make my decisions for me! I have so much good stuff around me, so much going right for the first time, now isn't the time to let a little thing like money scupper the whole thing.
Oh yeah, and as is typical of good ol' England, it was far too cloudy today to observe the partial eclipse. That's not really any surprise, it's always too cloudy to see anything in this country!
Are Frogs Significant?
Still awake huh? Yep, for some reason I can't sleep again tonight, and I still feel like I'm about to move all my insides outside any minute. Which is no fun, let me tell you.
I hate feeling sick. I know that when I'm well I'm not exactly the busiest guy in the world, but when I'm sick and can't do anything much, all I can think of is all the things I could've been doing when I was lying down trying not to puke. I guess it's like a small version of the "carpe diem" effect you get from watching some life affirming movie, when you think "My god, I'm wasting so many precious seconds of my life!" and you resolve to live each day to it's fullest, truly appreciating the magic that is life here on planet Earth. But before you've even gone to bed that day, the resolve is failing, its turning into a gleaming bright idea in your head, an ideal you'll maybe work your way towards... and in the morning it's gone.
Anyway, the point is, it's 2.30 in the morning, and I'm still awake and not enjoying one minute of it. Oh yeah, and did I mention the frogs again? Remember how I stood on one on the way home from the pub Friday night? Well, after I'd dropped Ronnie off at home last night and I was driving out of Whittlesey, there were more frogs hopping across the road... I was very careful not to run any of them over.
Where'd THAT Come From?
Yesterday was a weird day; I didn't get up to anything major, just kinda pottered about, tidying here and there and just generally spending time. Then Ronnie called late in the day, and she was all upset so I leapt into the car and went to see her (any excuse eh?)! One quick journey later we hugged and talked and she seemed to feel much better. We wandered about a bit, she had a kebab and eventually it was time for her to go to bed and for me to come back home again. I know we'd only seen each other the day before, but it was so great to spend even an hour or two with her, I was really pleased and happy, and I was pretty wired when I got home. Not only could I not sleep though, I was very, VERY sick last night (the worst time was when I got my feet tangled in the duvet and couldn't get out of bed fast enough!). I've felt really delicate all day, I still feel like I could puke on request, and I've just spent the day lying on the futon feeling unwell.
What I HAVE just noticed (looking out the window) however, is that while my car was in the car park of the Falcon (the pub where Ronnie works) some unbelievable FUCKER put a nice big dent in my front wing. God help them if I ever catch them, cos they'll get a dent in their fucking HEAD! I hate people who do that to you in car parks, characterless fuckers, thinking that if nobody sees it, nothing happened. I'm sure I didn't have that dent when I left (couldn't have, given where the car was parked) and I know I didn't hit anything on the way there or back, so it must've been in that car park! I probably shouldn't let it get me angry, but... grrrrrr!!!!
The Thief Of Always (Or At Least An Hour Last Night)
Man, why steal an hours sleep from me eh? I slept like the dead last night (although my bed seems big and empty now... at least her side smells of her perfume which is happy!), and surfaced only briefly to wonder what time it was. Unfortunately it was just before midday, so I struggled my way out of bed for no appreciable reason! Now it's an hour or so later, and I've drunk (lots of) tea and I'm STILL tired! On top of that, it's also well into Sunday afternoon and I haven't done a single, solitary bloody thing yet! I should be ashamed, and I would be if I wasn't so bloody tired...
Sudden Loss Of Purpose
Okay, so she's been gone barely four hours and I don't know what to do with myself!
It's weird, cos the past week has been so full of fun and laughter, and now I don't have anyone to laugh with... the time just seems to crawl by and all I can think of is to try and find ways to fill it, rather than spend it usefully!
That Was The Week That Was!
Wow, what a week! Ronnie came over after she'd finished work last Saturday, and she spent the whole week with me! It was wonderful, truly was, to be able to spend time with someone you love so much, and who clearly loves and appreciates you in return! Whether we were snuggling up watching Harry Potter videos, or out and about, every minute of it was great.
Sunday night we went over to Daventry to see a band, but we were told totally the wrong time, so when we got there they'd packed up and gone home. The pub is nice however so we stayed, played pool (I really like playing pool with Ronnie, I wish we could do that every day) and chatted with folk. There was even an impromtu arm-wrestling competition from which I emerged undefeated (although admittedly two of the people I had to wrestle with were girls)!
Tuesday was Ronnie's birthday (she was 25! I know, I know, I'm a lucky man to have a much younger woman!), and we went to have dinner at her parents. That was fun too, her Dad made chinese and made me eat lots of prawn crackers!
I can't remember everything that we did every day, but it was all great fun!
Last night we finally went to see Jules' boyfriends band (Deep Throwt - they have a webpage, go look for it!) down the King Billy in town. That was an awesome night, the band were good and very loud, Ronnie was insanely hot and sexy (she was wearing her leather trousers and a shirt we'd bought earlier in the day, from a super cool shop called Spun Out), and I ended up being very drunk! I stood on a frog on the way home, which was unexpected, but it seemed okay as it bounced off into the road. We wandered home more than a little the worse for wear,
singing Green Day and generally having a good time! Once we got home however I apparently took a turn for the worse, cos I went to lie on the bed and totally crashed out (which was a shame, cos all the dancing had put other things in my mind I can tell ya!) and Ronnie (apparently) spent most of the night sitting up, keeping a damp cloth on my face and making sure I wasn't sick! I still can't believe that she sat there watching movies and I didn't notice, but I'll take her word for it!
And now she's gone home again and I felt so sad this afternoon when she was leaving, which was totally ridiculous 'cos I know she loves me and that she'll be back NEXT week... I suppose it's just that I'd had such a happy time I didn't want it to end, I want it to go on and on, forever and ever...
Yeah, I'll stop now before I get too soppy. I've had a great week though, here's to many more!
Poli-high!
Today's been an odd mixture, at least so far. I got up early cos I'd been summoned to the centre by Jules, and we had a cuppa and chatted and stuff for a couple hours before it was time to get on with our respective days.
I came home and tried to convince barclaycard to let me off a payment this month, but that was entirely unsuccesful (the bloke in finances was aggresive and frankly useless, which might be his job but it wasn't very helpful) and I ended up making a part payment and talking to a nice customer service lady who told me that they won't let you change your payments until you've already screwed up your account, and cos my account is in good order and always has been they won't do anything. That seemed kinda stupid to me, after all I was going to them to AVOID getting in financial difficulties, but I guess that just ain't the way the world works. Ah well.
Now, normally that woulda made me feel bad (in fact it did make me feel bad for a while), but then I remembered some of the stuff from the book on confidence that Ronnie got me, and I kinda thought it through and realised that it's not the end of the world, it's just something that's happened. It's serious, sure, but not insurmountable. So, then I actually felt pretty good: I'd dealt with the problem for now and lived to fight another day, lesson learned!
I have to say that felt good, to deal with a problem and then walk away from it because it's DEALT WITH, rather than obsess about it for weeks afterward. Neat stuff, me like.
The rest of the afternoon has been spent on more bathroom painting, finished the ceiling now, so it's just the wood work and assorted detailing to finish now, which is pretty exciting. Soon it'll be like a whole new room!
And yes, in case you're wondering I'm listening to The Point again! I still don't know if the story itself HAS a point, or if that's part of the joke or if its just a weird drug induced fairy-tale. Still love it though!
The Point
Wow, I just finished 'acquiring' Harry Nilsson's The Point on mp3. I used to fucking love this when I was a kid (my Mum had it on tape) and I listened to it over and over again... it's amazing that I STILL know the words to this day (at least to Me and My Arrow, which was always my favourite track). I have to say though, that the end never made any sense to me: Oblio is STILL the odd one out, now he has a point and everyone else is pointless! Or maybe that is the point of the whole story, its a kind of fairytale about acceptance... I don't know, all I know is that I loved it then and still do now, and it was the thing that really made me a Nilsson fan.
So far it's been a pretty good day: I've done some laundry, painted more in the bathroom (it's amazing how quickly its coming together now), been for a run... in fact all that's been good, although having a look at my bank account was very very discouraging, but I'll survive one way or the other (although I'd prefer it to be one way, to be honest, not that the other way is all that bad!). Job search today has been a bit crap also: there's one thing I'm interested in (and I mean REALLY interested in, a teacher training position sponsored by a local school) but hilariously I can't actually AFFORD to apply (at least today... still thinking 'bout the other way!) cos the application costs £12 and I in a very literal sense don't have that kinda money...
Ah well, I'm sure all things will become clear in time; for now it's more painting!
You Can't Take The Sky From Me
Somehow I managed to get the house (and particularly the bathroom) clean before Ronnie showed up last night, so she probably (hopefully) thinks I'm a really tidy decorator! If only she'd seen how covered in mess everything was before she got here... hehehe
We had another really good day too, I mean REALLY good! I was just so happy 'twas ridiculous. We went down the Dragoon again as it's our local, frightened the bar staff with our ridiculous cocktail orders, and ALMOST convinced the landlord that the After Eight Mint (creme de menthe, tia maria and baileys) is a really good drink (I think it is, even though they cost a fortune!). We had a good ol' chat though, and Phil offered Ronnie the assistant managers job AGAIN! I was so proud of her too; smart, funny, beautiful, confident and being offered work! We really were very drunk when we got home though, so we just crashed/passed out.
This morning when we eventually woke none of us were feeling too sharp, so Ronnie decided we'd lounge about in bed and watch a movie (she chose The Empire Strikes Back), which was a really lovely relaxing thing to do. But all too soon, as usual, it was time for her to leave and I have to admit that I was sadder than usual. Normally I just accept it as the temporary inconvenience that it is, but it really kinda upset me for a few minutes today. AND we're not gonna see each other for a whole week! Okay, its only a little bit over a week till we see each other again, and she IS staying for the whole week then... so I suppose I shouldn't complain at all! hehe Life is good!
After she'd left I watched the final episode of Firefly and the Serenity movie, both of which were excellent. Serenity in particular was shockingly apocalyptic and generally brilliant; it's a stunning tribute to Joss Whedon's writing that so much can happen in a movie that's just under two hours long, but nothing feels rushed or out of place and every character has their moment in the sun (and there is one thing which happens so suddenly, so unexpectedly that I just shouted "What the fuck!?" at the top of my voice! Oops). Whether the movie has so much impact if you haven't invested time in watching every episode of Firefly beforehand I couldn't tell you, but I loved every minute of it, and it was an excellent pay-off for a show that was cancelled far too soon.
I am a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.
Bugger It!
Oh yeah, and I didn't get the job with Save The Children! That really depressed me this mornin' and y'know what, the more I think about it, the more I can't see how I could POSSIBLY have been rejected! I could do that job standing on my head, I was utterly perfect for it! I dunno, maybe I'm too young, or more likely I'm too male. Whatever the reason, it was a really poor decision!
A Day Late And A Dollar Short
Okay so I've got a couple of days to get through. Let's move it!
Thursday was a really good day. Ronnie's court case went well in so far as her ex got a fairly hefty fine (made worse when his barrister wouldn't shut up!) and has been bound over to keep the peace for a year, which basically means no fighting ANYBODY and definitely no talking to Ronnie. Which is nice, cos I'm fairly certain that he isn't smart enough to stay out of fights for a year in which case he'll receive another fine, then his bail will be rescinded and it's back to trial! Yeah! hehe
After they'd finished she called me and I went over to spend the afternoon with her (and her sis!), and I have to say, happy as Ronnie usually is when I see her, I could tell that a real weight had been lifted from her shoulders, which was really nice to see. Now we can close this shitty chapter of her life and get on with writing the rest of the book!
In the afternoon we went into Peterborough with Lisa and wandered about, shopped a little, and got rained on. Then back in Whittlesey we bumped into my Uncle and Aunt, and arranged to go round there later to visit them and my Grandma. That was both fun and sad: fun cos I haven't been round there in ooooooooooooh must be fifteen, maybe twenty years, and sad because to cut a long story short my Gran's dying. She seemed quite cheerful yesterday to be honest, but she looked so shockingly thin and tired... but then I guess cancer'll do that to you. Still, it was nice to see everyone, and Ronnie seemed popular and well liked.
Then we decided to go out and see a movie, but nothing really caught our fancy, so we went and had a meal (no, I'm not gonna mention that part) and then back into Peterborough for a couple of (non-alcoholic) drinks before all too soon it's time for me to drive home again. On the plus side of course it was less than twenty four hours from that point to the moment I see her again later on this evening.
Suffice to say I didn't get any painting done yesterday.
Today however I finally got colour on the walls! Yay me! 'Course, nothing is ever easy, so as soon as I'd put brush to wall Jules called and said I HAD to go over to her sisters house 'cos she was hiding there. So I did, and we chatted for a bit. She's still having bf trouble (apparently his parents are trying to buy them a house! Would that we all had such difficulties), he sounds quite dismissive of her and appaears to be trying to turn her into a good little village house-wife. That ain't gonna happen!
Anyway, we chatted, I took her home so she could go viewing houses (although she was quite drunk by that point so god only knows how that went), then I came home, painted and then spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get the house half-way decent for Ronnie's visit this evening! Luckily I've got a few hours left to get myself sorted and to start cooking dinner for us! Yay! Sadly it's another single night together, and next Friday she won't be here at all... because she's coming over Saturday night after wook to stay for a whole week! Woohoo!!!!!!!
Goin' Down Swinging
Well the painting's been going okay, although two coats of white in and it's clear that at least two more are reqired before I dare put any colour on there. It's weird though, because after all the non-stop hardwork of the start of the week, now it's just a case of a bit of painting, then sit and wait for it to dry...
Still, I managed to get a few other things done. For a start I had my interview at Save The Children, and I think it went really well. I could be wrong of course, I've been wrong before, but I think I made a good impression and impressed with my level of knowledge and my skill-set. Amazingly StC have only just started hiring paid managers for their stores, which I think explains why the one I looked at yesterday is lacking in love for the details: it's just being done as a hobby. Ah well, I was honest and open, and if they don't like it then I guess they're not a company I should be working for. We should find out by the end of the week though!
I'm sure other things have been goin' on too, but all I can think of is paint and sleep: I had weird and restless dreams last night although I don't recall much of them anymore: there was a bit about shooting peacocks so dinosaurs wouldn't eat them and something with EDI, the plane from Stealth but beyond that...
Shop Assasination
Okay, so midway through the day, and I've actually been pretty active. This morning I went into town to pick up a few bits and pieces I needed for decorating, pay in a cheque, and most importantly check out the shop I'm being interviewed for tomorrow. That place needs some help. The staff didn't greet me (and I was the only person IN there, so it was very obvious, especially after I made eye contact coming through the door) and just carried on with their private conversation which you couldn't help but listen to cos there was no music. So already it's minus several million points for "warm, friendly welcoming atmosphere". Looking through the pricing and selection its all a bit ragged and seemingly random, there are some obviously higher quality items priced lower than absolute junk, and there's a TON of stuff that in mind has no business on the shop floor at all. I'd swap the windows round too, have bric on the left hand side and clothes on the right, and I'd actually make an effort to dress the dummy, rather than just throwing clothes at it. Also, why not take a look at the other high street stores and try and dress with those colours and styles? What I saw in there was old lady clothes, and whilst sure, lots of old ladies go IN charity stores, not many of them buy anything. And that's just from five minutes spent looking at the shop floor, god knows what else needs fixing!
When I got back this afternoon I had a bit of lunch, and then got to work in the bathroom. So now the plaster has been sanded, the damp treated and the walls and ceiling sugar soaped and rinsed. Now I'm just sitting here waiting for things to dry off so I can go and start painting!
I Win!!!!!!!
A-ha! I was in the end victorious, although only after another couple hours hard work and some aching limbs. Nonetheless, all the paper from the bathroom is gone now, and this evening I plastered the holes too, so that tomorrow I can (hopefully) begin the final prep on the walls and maybe even begin painting! Woohoo!
This evening I was just knackered to be honest, and I've sat here, played Burnout Legends, watched the Simpsons and Serenity and now its about time for bed.
Talked with Ronnie too and she's both tired and worried. Thursday is the day of her ex's court-case (may he burn in hell) and she's worried about how this is all gonna go. Tell the truth I'm worried too, but I'm worried about her and how she feels, I ain't worried about him and what he'll do one bit. I suppose it's different for her having lived with him for so long and having been the one he spent all his effort upsetting, and I know she's worried that he'll come after her (which to be honest is a thought that on occasion worries me, but he'd have to be really stupid to do that cos she'll go straight back to the police and he'll be fucked up again!) if he doesn't get convicted... I don't know. Like I said, I think he'd have to be REAL stupid to try anything after this (assuming he somehow gets off, which I find most unlikely), but the thought of anything happening to her makes me sick, and he'd better hope that she doesn't so much as get a cold or I'll be lookin' to put a hurtin' on him. The best part of course is that he's never seen me, and he wouldn't know what was coming... Anyway, realistically I don't think anything'll come of him, he's done wrong and he'll be going away. I know she's worried though, and I wish I could hold her and make her feel that everything is gonna be alright. I love her, and no matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere.
The Lunch Break
Okay, so the steam room idea does make things a bit easier, but its still nothing remotely resembling easy; after three hours work, I've only managed to remove a third of the paper from the ceiling. It's also incredibly messy: it only seems to come off in teeny tiny strips and flakes, and cleaning it out of the carpet is gonna be a bugger of a job in itself, not to mention all the other things that are covered in sticky ceiling covering... In short, its hot, hard, messy work. And sadly my lunch break is nearly over...!
Explicit Language From The Start
Gar! Fucking bastard... bloody... dear god I hate whoever but wallpaper all over the ceilings of my flat! I'm trying to strip it in the bathroom and I swear to god it is the ONLY thing in this house that was properly fixed to anything else! After an hours work I've only managed to shift a patch about a foot square, and I'm hot, grumpy and covered in woodchip and paint! Now I'm trying to see if getting the room all hot and steamy (by running a hot bath!) will help...
Return To The Planet Of The Apes!
Okay, I'll admit to really enjoying Burton's Planet of the Apes last night although I'm still not sure about the alledged "twist" ending (I suppose it's just one of those "trapped in a multiverse of possibilities" type things, although it seems like it should somehow be derived from Leo's actions on the planet (of the apes!) but I can't for the life of me see how it is, unless its got something to do with trapping Thade in with all the computers and stuff... and he does already understand that technology is the key...hmmm). Anyway, I have to say I enjoyed it more last night than I ever have before, and it's not like I exactly rate the original as a classic anyway (I know, I know, but then I haven't seen it since I was a kid, so it's altogether possible that I'm mistaken).
Today has been spent stripping the wallpaper in my bathroom, and I have to say that it's been an enjoyable, satisfying and extremely tiring job. I haven't even started on the ceiling yet (and yes, I know what you're thinking, "who papers ceilings?". Well, apparently whoever decorated this place before we did, and they seem to be the only thing that was actually fixed to anything else properly!), and that's just the start of the prep; the walls need to be cleaned and treated before I can even start painting! Fun eh? Hopefully it'll look nice when I'm done though (whenever that may be)!
Picasso Visita El Planeta De Los Simios
Ahhhhhhh, another wonderful day with my babe. Shame it's only one day a week (at the moment! Be her birthday soon and then I get her for a whole week! And then later still she moves in!), but I'll take a little slice of heaven where and when I can find it!
She was pretty late getting here last night, crazy traffic jams, but once we'd had dinner we headed off down the Dragoon for a few drinks, and bloody hell can we spend money. Just two of us, but somehow we managed to spend over a tenner a round! Admittedly at least half of that was my fault (double vodka and cranberry juice is my tipple of choice these days), and Ronnie has these mad cocktails she invents as she goes along, although the vodka, gin and bacardi one was actually pretty nice. When we were suitably tipsy (and more importantly when the pub closed) we wandered home, and collapsed in bed to watch To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything Julie Newmar, which had somehow come up in conversation during the evening.
After a leisurely breakfast in bed this morning, we went into town lookin' for materials to redecorate the bathroom, and managed to choose a paint colour that is entirely unlike any of the colours we'd discussed during the week, but which I still think will look really nice. And we mooched around the charity shops too, although we didn't really find anything exciting there. And as per usual, all too quickly it was time for her to go...
This evening I've watched a few more episodes of Firefly (War Stories is the only one to have disappointed me so far. Not because of what was in it, not at all, just that I was half-expecting a darker turn when Wash has to confront his tormentor, but that didn't happen...so maybe it's unfair to be disappointed by that), and I'm kinda watching Tim Burtons "re-imagining" of Planet of the Apes which... there are some interesting things in there (actually I think there are lots of interesting things in there, and the movie was worth making just to get Charlton Heston to do his anti-gun rant!), and there is a lavishness that only Tim Burton can bring to these things but somehow it still manages to be less than the sum of its parts. Still, nobody's perfect eh?
Don't ask me where Picasso gets into this though, cos I don't know.
Worlds Worst Bond (except for George Lazenby)
Is Daniel Craig the worst James Bond ever? Yet more revelations of his on set wussieness have reached our ears, so not only is he sunburned, scared of guns, sick on boats, a man who lost two front teeth in a stunt it now emerges that he can't drive a manual gearbox and so all the production cars are having to be converted to automatics! I realise of course that he's only an actor not a superhero, and as an actor I've enjoyed his work in everything I've seen him in (particularly the awesome Layer Cake), but I just wonder how much it'll be possible to seperate the onscreen image from the offscreen uselessness...
I still say Colin Salmon would've been an awesome Bond, despite the fact that he's been a recurring character in the last few Bond flicks. He's got the build, the good looks, an amazing accent... yep, I reckon he'd have been perfect. Who says James Bond can't be a black man anyway?
Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime
Well, I did indeed manage to get my jobs done; the bathroom in particular looks lovely when it's shiney and clean, although it'll look even lovelier when the nasty wallpaper is gone and has been replaced by a clean new paint scheme. Which should be sometime next week if all goes according to plan! Found a good handful of jobs worth applying to as well, which is nice.
Today is also the first anniversary of my divorce, which I have to say isn't really as significant a local 'holiday' as I'd anticipated; it's definitely far inferior to my Independance Day, in fact its a direct consequence of my Independance Day. That was when the decisions were made and freedom was grasped. Everything else is just everything else, the inevitable consequences of that moment, that day, that choice.
Again With Thursday! Maybe I REALLY Can't Get The Hang Of Them...
I am so sick and tired of this. I slept in again, slept right through my alarm and text messages from Ronnie, and I've just had enough! I guess I've been living the topsy-turvy twilight life of the unemployed for too long now, and its totally messed with my body-clock. So, starting from Monday, a new regime will be in place, of getting up whether I want to or not, and trying to maintain a more healthy (mentally and physically) life-style. And I'll go to bed on time too. Got to be ready to have a job when that time finally comes right? Also, if I get up earlier it's amazing how much more time there is in the day for messing around, cos all the 'work' I have to do can be completed pretty readily in the morning, leaving the afternoon clear for guilt-free movie watching and game playing! Woohoo!
Okay, that's enough time wasted for today, time to get to work cleaning that bathroom...
He Is Calling Me Dude!
Yeah, today was pretty shiney (yes, I've been watching too much Firefly, got to get up to date for Serenity dontcha know?). Ronnie sent me a little package to cheer me up this morning, which worked perfectly and made me smile when I opened it.
I signed on and got the chatty one who likes to talk about movies and comic books, and who seems remarkably disinterested in the whole "helping you find a job" thing. Still, sometimes you just want it to as quick and painless as possible, and he's ideal for those times.
Then I went hunting for a birthday card for my bro, cos its his birdy on Friday. I can't afford to get him a pressie (cos I've less than fuck all money, realistically), so I pushed the boat out card-wise and got what I think is a really cool card. Or at least a really cool card for him. I guess Friday will tell if I'm right or wrong.
Then I got home and kinda lost the handle on the day for a bit, and sat about reading the new Empire for a bit, but then I got it back under control, did some laundry, tidied some drawers (a little!) and cleaned the living room while Willow was on DVD. Been ages since I'd seen Willow, and I'd forgotten how cool it (generally) is. And only £2.84 in Tesco bargain hunters! I know I'm a bit of a Val Kilmer fan, but I still think Madmartigan steals the show! Although the two headed dragon thing comes close... No, I think its cool because for a fantasy movie, things are remarkably... grey? The good guys really aren't all that good, and some of the bad guys aren't all that bad. People lie and cheat and pick on each other, they despair but press on regardless, nobody thinks the plan can possibly work, but it's all they've got so they give it their all. I dunno, I just like it! And like I said, at £2.84 who could resist? I'm glad I didn't!
Oh yeah, and the living room looks a lot cleaner too!
