A new brand of reality trash.
It made me cry.
What a saddo.
Tuesday, 12 October 2010
Monday, 11 October 2010
Dangerous Recklessness
Every now and then, the feeling of irrepressible restlessness niggles away at my insides.
It makes me want to do reckless things and stops me caring about their consequences.
So far, its manifestations are still benign. So far, I have painted my nails Ivy Green, cut my own hair and bought clothes I can't afford.
I took off the nail varnish before work today, only cut my fringe and didn't actually spend a massive amount.
The sensible person in me is, at the moment, still winning. The Dangerous Reckless is there bubbling up from the inside.
And I'm not sure how much longer I can hold her off.
It makes me want to do reckless things and stops me caring about their consequences.
So far, its manifestations are still benign. So far, I have painted my nails Ivy Green, cut my own hair and bought clothes I can't afford.
I took off the nail varnish before work today, only cut my fringe and didn't actually spend a massive amount.
The sensible person in me is, at the moment, still winning. The Dangerous Reckless is there bubbling up from the inside.
And I'm not sure how much longer I can hold her off.
Friday, 8 October 2010
Wishing
1. I like that I had my hair cut short(-ish), but occasionally wish I had the sort of long luscious L'Oréal locks that would make me look glamorous no matter what I'm wearing.
2. I don't mind saving a bit of money, but occasionally wish I could buy lots of lovely clothes that I don't need, but would really like.
3. I like that I can get away with wearing short(-ish) skirts, but occasionally wish I had the svelte Keira Knightley type figure that can pull off the Art Nouveau 20s style, and everything else besides.
4. I like that I can play the piano a bit, but occasionally wish I was really really good at it.
5. I'm glad that I'm happy in my own company, but occasionally wish I had some friends a bit more nearby. I miss going to the pub.
2. I don't mind saving a bit of money, but occasionally wish I could buy lots of lovely clothes that I don't need, but would really like.
3. I like that I can get away with wearing short(-ish) skirts, but occasionally wish I had the svelte Keira Knightley type figure that can pull off the Art Nouveau 20s style, and everything else besides.
4. I like that I can play the piano a bit, but occasionally wish I was really really good at it.
5. I'm glad that I'm happy in my own company, but occasionally wish I had some friends a bit more nearby. I miss going to the pub.
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Tuesday, 5 October 2010
being ill
It's official. I hate having a cold.
It's the worst kind of ill. It makes me deaf, it steals my voice, it makes my head hurt and my arms ache, it turns my nose into a shredded warpath of tissue-mauled puffiness and worst of all, it sounds pathetic.
"I have a cold" is usually greeted with some form of "yes, it's going round" or "oh, you have it too, do you?", which is basically a sugar-coated way of saying "get over it, you moaner".
Bleurgh, stupid cold.
Also, I learnt the word 'presenteeism' today. It's the opposite of 'absenteeism', and apparently is responsible for a large proportion of non-productivity in the workplace. Apparently more people should take time off and get better, because we are costing our work by being inefficient when we're in when we're ill.
Ha.
Meanwhile, back in the Real World however...
It's the worst kind of ill. It makes me deaf, it steals my voice, it makes my head hurt and my arms ache, it turns my nose into a shredded warpath of tissue-mauled puffiness and worst of all, it sounds pathetic.
"I have a cold" is usually greeted with some form of "yes, it's going round" or "oh, you have it too, do you?", which is basically a sugar-coated way of saying "get over it, you moaner".
Bleurgh, stupid cold.
Also, I learnt the word 'presenteeism' today. It's the opposite of 'absenteeism', and apparently is responsible for a large proportion of non-productivity in the workplace. Apparently more people should take time off and get better, because we are costing our work by being inefficient when we're in when we're ill.
Ha.
Meanwhile, back in the Real World however...
Sunday, 3 October 2010
October so far...
So, we've only had 3 days of October, and already it feels like it's been October for a million years. The reasons for this are as follows:
I have a cold.
Today I saw lots of family (parentals, sibs, nephs, nieces)
It has been raining a lot.
I have a million tonnes of work to get through.
It is mostly dark and a bit dismal.
Tonight I might make soup for tea. Partly because it would mostly consist of potato, carrot and parsnip, which are rather October-y vegetables, and partly because it will feel like I am cramming as many vitamins in my system as possible, without overdosing on vitamin supplements.
On a lighter note, I am rediscovering Alessi's Ark, which still makes me think of Bjork.
I wonder if I can have another lemsip yet...
The end.
I have a cold.
Today I saw lots of family (parentals, sibs, nephs, nieces)
It has been raining a lot.
I have a million tonnes of work to get through.
It is mostly dark and a bit dismal.
Tonight I might make soup for tea. Partly because it would mostly consist of potato, carrot and parsnip, which are rather October-y vegetables, and partly because it will feel like I am cramming as many vitamins in my system as possible, without overdosing on vitamin supplements.
On a lighter note, I am rediscovering Alessi's Ark, which still makes me think of Bjork.
I wonder if I can have another lemsip yet...
The end.
Thursday, 30 September 2010
On Being a Grown-Up
I know I keep going on about being a grown-up. But it's because I can't quite believe I am one.
Today I bought a tax disc. I bought a tax disc. A frigging tax disc for my car!
There are a number of good things about being a grown-up. For example, I get to live in my own (well, borrowed) house. I get to make my own decisions, and choose what to eat or not eat, when to get up or go to bed, what to watch or not watch on TV. And all the big things, like being able to vote and buy wine.
But why does no one tell you how expensive being a grown-up is? I mean, adding up everything (for starters: rent, council tax, home insurance, gas, electricity, water, TV licence, internet, car maintenance, not to mention this ridiculous masters I've just started...) makes me wonder how anyone at all can actually afford to save any money, and live life as a grown-up.
I know a few people saving money in some of the above areas by living at home. That makes a lot of financial sense. I just think I'd feel like a pseudo-grown-up if I did that. I mean, I love my parents, don't get me wrong. I just think I'd rather have a little less money and a little more independence.
So maybe that's it. Maybe I need to stop moaning, coz it is, in fact, entirely my choice. I could save and pay much less rent, no bills and no council tax etc, but I have chosen not to.
Just means I can't buy anything pretty or non-essential for a million years.
(although I did just buy a Vampire Weekend CD from Amazon which arrived today... and I also bought a pink shirt for £2.25 from a charity shop today, in preparation for Pink Friday tomorrow)
I suppose the other option is to find someone rich to marry.
Or in fact, anyone at all...
Today I bought a tax disc. I bought a tax disc. A frigging tax disc for my car!
There are a number of good things about being a grown-up. For example, I get to live in my own (well, borrowed) house. I get to make my own decisions, and choose what to eat or not eat, when to get up or go to bed, what to watch or not watch on TV. And all the big things, like being able to vote and buy wine.
But why does no one tell you how expensive being a grown-up is? I mean, adding up everything (for starters: rent, council tax, home insurance, gas, electricity, water, TV licence, internet, car maintenance, not to mention this ridiculous masters I've just started...) makes me wonder how anyone at all can actually afford to save any money, and live life as a grown-up.
I know a few people saving money in some of the above areas by living at home. That makes a lot of financial sense. I just think I'd feel like a pseudo-grown-up if I did that. I mean, I love my parents, don't get me wrong. I just think I'd rather have a little less money and a little more independence.
So maybe that's it. Maybe I need to stop moaning, coz it is, in fact, entirely my choice. I could save and pay much less rent, no bills and no council tax etc, but I have chosen not to.
Just means I can't buy anything pretty or non-essential for a million years.
(although I did just buy a Vampire Weekend CD from Amazon which arrived today... and I also bought a pink shirt for £2.25 from a charity shop today, in preparation for Pink Friday tomorrow)
I suppose the other option is to find someone rich to marry.
Or in fact, anyone at all...
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