Some Unhelpful Thoughts

So, Ireland came and went. It was, and I do not exaggerate, one of the best experiences of my life. Being thrown into something completely new and having to adjust and make friends so quickly. I met some wonderful people who I have every intention of keeping in contact with.

One of the things that struck me was how friendly Ireland was. I know it's a cliche, but most of the people I met were so accepting and fun. I had some very memorable nights out, and can't wait to go again.

London, in comparison, is hot and vaguely hostile. But I am glad to be back with my family and friends. I missed them a lot while away, and maybe when I next go back, I'll take some of them with me.

In my luggage.

Last couple of weeks have been all crazy like. Was birthday season for the youngsters of the household (Jade turned 23, Dom turned 27, and I turned 21) Jadie's now a graduate, Coco's up the duff, and people have been their usual back stabbing, self involved, wonderful and loving selves.

My birthday presents were great. A beautiful dress and and equally beautiful necklace from my parents, a night at a comedy show from my brother, a brilliant night out with my friends and a pineapple head. No, I'm not too sure about the last one either, but it's growing on me!

Now I have the whole summer stretched out before me, full of promise and surprises and adventure.

Quite looking forward to it really!

The plan is thus:

I will be spending the entire of July in Ireland, with my lovely sister Debbie and her two beautiful daughters, Jess and Sarah. I will be an unpaid skivvy in my sisters office during the day, and spend my evenings with the locals, dazzling them with my exotic English ways.

That is, if they don't shun me for being too English, forcing me to become a hermit like recluse. Although I feel I could pull off the bag lady look admirably, especially if I utilised my muttering-to-self skills.

Anyway, apart from that, there isn't much to report. I have Norway's Eurovision song stuck in my head though. I blame Reagan and all her little patriotic ways.

Ta ta for now!

Arggg so hungover. Two heavy nights of drinking and now I feel like curling into a ball and never getting up again.

Also, I'm hungry. Can I have some peanut butter on toast please?

And also I'm wasting time watching Futurama.

I fail at life....

My brain isn't working at full capacity. On the other hand, I'm very warm and comfy in my pajamas.

Happy now?

A month or so back, me and my sister were able to convince our parents to let us buy a kitten. Somehow, we managed to find the most nervous kitten of all time. Anyway, with some effort on our side, we have somewhat socialised her, and I have fallen so utterly in love with her, it's almost funny.

Anyway, she has a game which is particularly enjoys. It goes thus:

She looks at my lap. She thinks to herself, "Well, thats a big lap. Why am I not on it?" So she climbs onto my lap. She sits there for a while, all content to bask in my love.

And then something scares her, and she goes flying off my lap, taking chunks of my leg attached to her claws with her.

Repeat.

But as I said, I adore her.

There, a post completly about my cat. How pleased you must be!

No inspiration has come for the whole "writing as other people" idea. I may or may not go back to it.

Well I've had an interesting month. Lots of bitchy backstabbing comments have been made, to my amusement. Some people have been happily exiled from my life. All in all, I'm much better off.

Anyhow, since I've been on holiday for Christmas, my memory has gone down the pot. I watched a film last night, and for the life of me, I can't remember what it was. I'm sure I enjoyed it. But I can't even remember what genre it was. I know I had a choice between watching this film, or watching Wild, Wild West, and I didn't chose the wild wild west film. Which is odd as I love Will Smith. And I remember Brother Of Mine commenting that the villain in that film had Penis Envy, and that amused me.

So what the hell did I watch?

Oh, I also caught the first half of the BBC Merlin production, which is amazing. And some good shows are starting back up...

I need to go back to University, and soon!

Well, my bus terminated. So I am now going about life on my own two feet, and seeing where that takes me. So far, it's not all bad.

So, on to the important stuff. Due to unexpected bus termination, a lot of old friends have been giving me lifts (No, I will NOT let go of this metaphor, and you cannot make me). This has, so far, been rather enjoyable. I particularly loved falling asleep on a friends sofa at 6 o'clock in the morning, and waking up a few hours later, feasting on pizza, and then going out again. Suffice to say I was rather smelly.

Wait, no, that's not the important stuff. Sorry!

I have decided to take this journal in a different direction. I am a writing student, and have decided to take part in a little exercise. And so, from here on, along with my usual rambles, I will also be including journal entries from fiction characters of my own devising. It'll probably just be three different persona's, but we shall see how it works out.

Wish me luck!

Boys are so unbelievably... useless. I know it's such a cliche, but it's so true that they're like buses. You wait around for ages with nothing coming, and then three come along at once. Well, I'm on my buss thank you very much, and I would appreciate if those old buses that I got off a long time ago would stop trying to... erm... pick me up again?

But enough of that. Time for important stuff. I am back at University. AND I have a job. I know, I know, I've been portraying myself as a useless lay about when actually I am a diligent and hard working girl (Que brother of mine's manic laughing) *cough* Yes well, as I was saying. University. It's actually great. Nice people with similar interests to me, lecturers who seem to care about what direction I want to go in, and plenty of opportunities for me to work on my masterpieces.

*cough*

Anyway, in other news, I found an ipod. Yay!

As much as I'd intended to keep this blog angst free, I do have to break this vow just this once.
My kitty, Loki Bing, is incredibly ill, and either tomorrow or Monday we're going to have him put to sleep.
He's such a good cat, and this really is so hard.
We just can't stand the idea of him suffering.
Poor little Loki, suh a good boy.

...and generally this is quite a bad idea. For me at least.

I have this livejournal, and I never use it. I don't want to get rid of it, incase I do ever want to use it, but I feel it's just sitting here and collecting dust. But I never have anything to write about. I think I must be fundementally boring.

To be honest, there are things I could write about. Various friendship drama which would bore you to tears. I could write about whatever boy I was into at the time (it changes weekly according to my brother). I could write about the latest film I'd seen or book I'd read (Sunshine & The Kite Runner if you are actually interested) but even if I had enjoyed them I wouldn't be able to do them justice in writing.

No, all I really want to write in here is the odd thoughts that come into my head, and currently all my thoughts are fairly mundane and boring.

So I will leave you with this. I can't stop sneezing and it's upsetting me. I hope this piece of information will tide you over till I next update (3000 years from now).

Anyone read in the news about the man who found what he believed to be a brass cup? He kept it under his bed in a shoe box, apart from when he took it out to occasionally use it as air rifle target practice. Turns out that it was worth about half a million pounds.

I am currently cleaning out my bedroom closet. So far, no golden cups, but I have found:

A snare drum
A puppet
A tent
Some old K-Nex toys
A beaded curtain
Far too many beanie babies (I think they've been mating)
And what appears to be a cocktail dress.

Along with an assortment of other bits and bobs.

I'm now covered head to foot in dust, and have to tidy up the mess I made around my closet while attempting to clean up inside it.

Today was quite eventful really. I traveled all the way South of the river to see Naddy and Neek, who had found themselves a miniature beach and were declaring their love for each other via the medium of sand. It was quite sweet.

Then we walked all along the river, pretending we knew where we were going, until we reached Blackfriar bridge, and saw someone who looked like they might know the person we were looking for. He did. His name was Ebe, and he was friends with Patrick Wolf.

There were only about a dozen Patrick Wolf fans there, and he lead us under the bridge, and he and Ebe set up a few small instruments, and then busked away happily for us and the general public. It was awesome. He played some of my favourite songs, and a man complained at us for disturbing the peace. I said he was oppressing our rights to express ourselves through the medium of art and music. Neek said I should be a layer. Naddy had lost the ability to speak due to being so close to Patrick Wolf.

There was fan gushiness, and laughs. And Naddy got her chance to impress Mr Wolf and make him like her, and ended up talking about Celine Dion and skat, but that's just part of her charm.

I stole Neek's jacket.

I think I hate womens magazines. They all seem to be written for the type of woman that I am not. All about fashion, sex, and Amy Winehouse. Where are the womens magazines for geeks? The ones that complain about how the girls DS is pink? About how stupidly frail female characters look in World Of Warcraft? That's what I want to know.

Anyway. I have started a new Creative Writing course, and one of my homework assignments is to write down a snippet of conversation that I overhear. Now this is all very well and good, but it makes me feel like a creepy stalker on a bus. All writers should be given a badge that says that they're allowed to listen in on people's conversation, for inspirational purposes.

How pretentious is it that I just inferred that I was a writer?

And on one more unhelpful note, a wasp had just flown into my bedroom, so I'm going to run around like a headless chicken for a bit until it leaves.

Today I continued my usual bid to get a job. I may have an interview later on this week. Me getting this job rests entirely on my ability to bullshit about my abilities, and distract my potential employer from that fact that I have no experience whatsoever.

But mainly I watched Onion News and giggled to myself.

Anyway, this entry will mainly be on the subject of unhelpful thoughts. I am, I must admit, extremely unhelpful. This is not an intentional thing, I assure you! I try to offer my services to anyone who may need them. But I have the uncanny ability to ask people if they need help at the worst of times. Like when they've just finished a very difficult and finicky job which they indeed could have used my help with. Or when they are doing a job so easy (or indeed so difficult) that theres no way I could help.

So, when, occasionally I can be of help, I am proud. I went to the shop yesterday. On the way out, both my brother and my step mum asked if I could pick something up for them. Now I have very little money, but these two are often more then generous with me, so I strived to do what I could. I managed to stretch my funds to cover all the costs.

I was a hunter/gatherer!

Ok, not quite, but I take my victories where I find them.

For the last few years I've been writing on livejournal. My journal was friends only, personal, and very very boring. I mean, honestly, how often can I write about my new crush and my bad day before people just stop reading? Well, actually, as stated before, quite a long time as I was writing in it for several years....

But the point is, I was bored with it. I recently reread over it and groaned aloud. I have tried deleting it! Honestly I have! But Jess (whom no doubt you will read a lot about in the future) knew that I needed a writing outlet, and undeleted it. I was sucked back in...

So here we have it, a new journal which will contain none of the teenage angst and drama of my previous one. Just a clutter of badly worded, even worse spelled unhelpful thoughts. Enjoy!

( Oh, and a conversation between me and my annoyingly wonderful friend Chris )