Wednesday, May 31, 2006

Anti-Christian jeans - a debate on Christian teen forum.

Oh. Dear. God.

Those jeans are ace, btw. Political statement? Sure, if you will. Fashion statement, more like. I love how the kids on that site claim they'd be prosecuted if they wore anti-satanist jeans. So funny!


Monday, May 29, 2006

I'm a tool.

Meant to ring Shell Step today.. and it's a UK bank holiday. Meh. Should've rung on Friday. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. Rang TransLitera, and.. the office is closed for lunch. How ace is that:)

Joanna's got a job interview today... so a big shoutout of good lucks to her! Or something like that.

I should just go back to bed.

Can't do that though, got fish cooking in the oven.

So i picked new glasses. I'm not completely sure about them but I do like them. Might grow tired of them quite quickly. But oh well, if I do I'll just have to be a man about it... and throw them on the ground and accidently step on them :D Also getting sunglasses - with like proper glassesglass in them. Hahaha. My English is terrible today. 'Hi, I'm Julia. I'm a translator. What languages? Swedish to English, mainly. If Im good? Well... yeah. I've got a blog to prove my English skillZZZ.'

Oh dear God, I didn't sleep enough.

Don't think I ever mentioned how the Barclays interview went? Or maybe I did... They're twats anyway. In the phone interview I clearly stated I wanted part time. And when the lady, Christine Sutton, rang me up, she said the test was for a part time position. And when I get there, Christine Sutton tells me they don't do part time. I mean wtf! I'd love a job at a bank, I know I'd be good at it. What I need is full time July through September, then part time (like... 3 or 4 days a week depending on my schedule at uni). But apparently they wouldn't be able to keep me up to date with everything that is happening in the banking world if I'm working part time (wouldn't that mean no bank can ever have part time employees?). And then she said... that during the Summer months they take in ex-members of staff to work. And they are kept up to speed how?

So annoyed, had to struggle not to cry.

Then I went outside, it was pissing it down... And met up with Mickey for a bit, got a hug... then a car fucking splashed up! On purpose as well! I bet he's a bus driver in his professional life. It was very annoying.

But then.. I went to Piccadilly and met up with Rob, Louise, Cat, Warren, Tania, Lainey, Pete, Dee and Chris. So turned out to be a pretty good day after all:D Not met them all before, and had really missed the people I have met before... Hadn't seen Warren in TWO YEARS! Madness. Got a wee bit tipsy, then went to ASDA after they all went home... Spent about an hour stood in the vodka aisle talking to Mike. Was good fun:) After that I went back to halls and watched the end of the Eurovision. I liked Lordi, but they're not Eurovision material... Not being patriotic, but Sweden should've won. The only classic Eurovisiony song there was! Haha, I don't care really. Just that I bet a pound on her and lost to Lydia.

I'm nearly finished with the dress I'm wearing Friday. I can't believe my sister is graduating!! Somehow she'll always be about 11 in my eyes.. And she's nearly 19! Craziness. They grow up so fast...

I'm outties - buhbye.

Friday, May 26, 2006

I went to the cinema last night. Saw "Va, vis et deviens" ("Go, see and become") which is a French film (doh!) about a boy whose mother convinces the Israeli military that her son is a Jewish orphan, so he can go with Jews from Ethiopia to Israel. It was amazing. Anyway, that wasn't what I was meaning to talk about. Behind us, there was a lady whose phone rang. And she picked up, started having a conversation! So funny. People were shouting at her. If I were her I'd be so embarrassed I'd leave.. but she didn't.

And next to me, some lad and his granddad were sat. Before the film, during the ads, they were having in-depth conversations about the corruption of society, that all that matters is money and sex. And then the lad went off on a tangent about how everyone wants sex.. and I'm just talking about that because I doubt I'd talk to my granddad like that, I was impressed. Very cool, gramps!

Dinner time, back in a bit.

Our dinner conversations are so riveting. I was told that ear hair is a feature of the Y-chromosome, so women can't get it. Ace!

Bought a bikini today, it's the same pattern as my lovely sunset shorts. I love it. Also got bits and bobs and lace to go on my dress. Will post this lovely creation as soon as it's been.. created. :)

In H&M today, I was eavesdropping to the couple behind me. I blame the volume of their voices and the hilarity of their conversation; I had no choice but to listen. Although my sister, standing a mere 2 feet away from me, claims she heard nothing. Hum. Anyway, the conversation went a little something like this:


(Enter: Lady (L) and Boy (B). Imagine Lady's voice as whiney, annoying and generally... annoying. Boy's voice is annoying, meak and he sounds.. nice. Too nice.)

L: I'm so annoyed.
B: Why? What's up Sweetheart?
L: *grunt and sigh* I'm just so annoyed. I don't want to queue any more. This is just so frustrating.
B: I'm sorry Sweetie, we'll go sit down and have a fruit or som-
L: Will you just shut up? You're so annoying.
B: But, Sweetie... What have I done? Did I say something wrong?
L: Just be quiet. I need to eat something, I hate shopping. We should go for food.
B: But we're on a budget...
L: I don't care about the frigging budget. I don't care about the stupid cat! I don't want to get a cat anymore.
B: Don't say that...


L: And I look like a frigging cow in these clothes. I don't know why I'm buying them. I look fat.
B: No!! You look perfect, they were made for you! You're so pretty.
L: I need new socks. There are socks over there. *points*

(Boy walks over to socks)

L: Do you even know what size I am?
B: (hesitating) 39-41?
L: No!!! 37.
B: Oh, sorry... Here's a 36-38 then.
L: No! I said 37.
B: But 37 is between 36 and 38...
L: But I want 38-39, don't they have that?
B: No... no, it's either 36-38 or 39-41.
L: But what about 38-40? I can't wear any of the others...

(And on it goes... poor Boy.)


It's a good thing I'm not a playwright, isn't it? :)

I'm off, bored now.

Monday, May 15, 2006

This is just going to be one of those days...

I can't say I'm too impressed with how this university runs. Well, what I've noticed of the payroll side of it anyway. I know it's not much, but - I did some tour guide work for my department, a total of ten hours, in February/March. Straight away, I filled in a form with my NI number, inland revenue etc, so it could be processed by the payroll department and I could get paid.

So far, so good. Before Easter, I went to the lady in charge of payments in my department, and she said I would get an e-mail/slip through internal mail when I could pick up my payment. After Easter I went in and she said I just had to wait. Today she sent me off to the payroll office, who dug through papers for about half an hour before saying 'Hm, that's weird. Go down to the finance office in the University House, they might know.' I did, and after they had dug through some piles of paper, I finally got my money. I know I know, I'm making a big deal out of £60, but that's £60 I could have spent ages ago. Haha.

It just makes me think of all of Dan's contract business and how badly that was dealt with!!

Hairdressers on campus were fully booked today - ah well.

Yeah I'm bored, might write more later.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

I have a throbbing headache. And I keep sneezing. What's that - a cold right before my exams on Tuesday? How lovely.

But this post won't be me moaning about how hard my life is.

Actually, I don't know what it will be about.

Just came back from seeing Walk the Line. Amazing! I really recommend it, the music is brilliant and Reese Witherspoon is sweet as a peach. Or something. Nah, it was a really good film, I really enjoyed it.

That was my second revision break for the day. My first was going in to town with Gill. Would have been a shopping spree but neither of us found anything that fit. Damn shops! We did go to Sainsbury's though so I'm having a proper meal tomorrow night. Woo!

As for revision... no more breaks!

Apart from when I, tomorrow, get my hair cut, send the skirts away, hand in forms to the dept, resubmit old coursework, find proof of address I can bring to Barclays, print Barclays forms.. and so on. But I'm sure I can cram revision in there somewhere.

In just over a month, I'll be in sunny Turkey... can't wait! Get to go far far away with my Mickey, if only for a week... Aahh! :D

Right, I'm off. Might write more later, might not. Who knows?

Friday, May 12, 2006

Creative Writing, done and handed in! Woo! 42 pages with cover sheet, as if they expect us to staple through that? Took me about 5 attempts before it even went through, and even then it wasn't good. I just stapled a few more times, looks awful but it's gotta be done hasn't it?

I didn't get the job at the hotel. The interview was... weird. The girl interviewing me seemed well sweet, I liked her. And she did seem to like me as well, so that could've gone well. But no! One of her superiours were there as well (I think she might have been new or something) which made both of us very nervous. Hir arrogant attitude didn't help, for the full length of the interview, he was sat acting like he wasn't listening, looking around him, at his watch; anywhere but at me. He did ask some questions, butting in and interrupting the girl. What a wanker!

Got a call back from Barclays though! Have a maths test next Saturday. Maths test!! Lol. It's for a cashiers job, she said on the phone, which I really wouldn't mind. Also, it's right bang in the middle of Manchester, which might be an ass in the summer when it's boiling - but now I'm just talking like I've already got the job, should stop that. There's a difference between a positive attitude and arrogance. God forbid I share any traits with abovementioned wanker.

Friday, May 05, 2006

It's 06:10 Friday morning, well-adjusted adults are just getting up for work with the sun. School children are being woken by the shrieks of their alarms, immidiately checking their phones for possible missed calls or texts that have arrived during the night, before going downstairs for their breakfast. University students are in bed, having stumbled in only a few hours earlier. There is no chance of them waking up before the sun has passed its peak today; they feel they deserve this rest.

I'm bored. Came in at half two, rang Mickey. Spent some time sorting my lecture notes while Panda was asleep on my floor. Walked her back, with Emma. Sat there for a while. Came back here, tried to convince Emma to stay up with me, unsuccessfully I might add. Ate some toast, and washed a shit-load of dishes. None of the things I washed were mine. Then I attempted to clean the cookers but they were so minging I gave up. Now I'm writing.

Have a job interview tomorrow. Today. Wish me luck! It's for some posh hotel in Manchester. I also finished my essay!

And am sat here hoping today will be as nice as yesterday. Bloomin' tropical! Lovely. Yeah yeah global warming, blah blah. Nothing wrong with enjoying one of the few perks of something awful.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Stolen from ArmyAndrea :)

My ex is hopefully very happy:)
Maybe I should consider sleeping now?
I love I need to write it? :)
I don’t understand credit cards. I just can't get my head around how they work. It's just one of those weird things I suppose.
I lose my will to live and/or stay at university when I go to 232 and 207 lectures. Which is why I don't :)
People say I’m brave for moving over alone. But I didn't move over alone!
Love is fantastic!
Somewhere, someone is just like me? I'd like to think not.
I will always love yyyoooouuuuu oooo my darling youuuu and iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii (I'll be singing that all day now. thanks a bunch!).
Forever's gonna start tonight:)
I never thought I would be moving into my own house before finishing uni. Campus is so comfortable and easy. Dead sick of it now though!
I think I need a plan. Sort everything out.
When I wake up I'm going to put my head down and finish this essay!
My past is in the past.
I get annoyed when people I don't know very well make fun of my accent. Fook orf! The people who are allowed to are fewer than the fingers on my left hand.
Parties are too few these days!
My dog would be lovely and sweet and not need walking. Ever.
My cat will be cute and cuddly, and actually LIKE me. They never do! :(
Kisses are lovely.
Tomorrow, I’m finishing my essay and sending a package to Essex. Lalala.
I really want to be able to sleep more. At night.
I have low tolerance for stupid people, silly people, boring people, overly traditional/fanatic people, people who try to push their beliefs on me, fake people. People in general :)

I've been out tonight. Toast alternative night. It wasn't brilliant, but then Toast never is. A lot of creepy guys as per usual, but ignoring them seemed to work in most cases. Where it didn't, a well placed elbow did the trick!

Dave came by for a bit, not seen him in ages! Well, since.. err.. last 203 thing? Or something. Same with Jack. Well, I'd have been surprised if he'd have been in a 203 seminar as he does philosophy or something like that. But yeah, this time I recognised him. Took him a while to recognise me though, could've been the drunkenness, could've been my blondeness. Who knows, who cares?

Went to Grassington last week as well, was ace:) Went for a meal with Mike's mum, his sister and her boyfriend at the Tennants, amaaaazing food. Then down the pub. Lalala.

Managed to get two out of the five things I put on eBay sold, I thought that was pretty good. Ok, so only one person bid on them. But still! I'm like, a tenner richer:) Well chuffed, at least someone likes my stuff.

Been trying to write this essay for a while now, it's the hardest thing I've ever done. Not counting maths or ridiculously hard chemistry here! But I've got until Friday, and it's very doable! So should be alright. More worried about revision - but today was a bank holiday, and everybody knows you can't revise on holidays. And tomorrow is the day after a bank holiday, so that doesn't work. And the day after is a Wednesday... So yeah. Not gonna happen;)

OOO! I got approved by the translation agency! So happy! Yes, congratulations are in order. Lol. Just waiting to hear back from potential clients now. Also waiting to hear back from Shell Step, wonder how that works really. Think I might ring the dude tomorrow. Am also ringing Barclays, for a phone interview.. Cross your fingers, everyone! Wouldn't mind getting into banking, it's proper experience and beats breakfast hostess jobs.. ahem.

Now I'm out of things to say. So... goodnight!

Monday, May 01, 2006

Jack wakes up in bed with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of headache tablets with a glass of water on the beside table. And, next to them, a single red rose!

He then notices his clothing, all cleaned and pressed. He looks around the room, and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. He takes the tablets, and reads the note on the table which says:
"Darling, breakfast is on the cooker, I left early to do the shopping. Love you".

Going into the bathroom, he cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror.

He stumbles his way to the kitchen, where, sure enough there is a hot breakfast and the morning paper. His son is also at the table, eating breakfast. So Jack asks "son what happened last night?"

"Well, dad, you came home after 3.00am, drunk and out of your mind. You broke some of the furniture, vomited in the hallway and got that black eye when you fell into the door".

Jack then asks "so, why is everything so perfect - I have a red rose, and breakfast is waiting for me?"

His son replys " Oh THAT!!! Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your trousers off you screamed " Leave me alone, you tart, I'm married!".

Broken Furniture £95.00
Hot Breakfast £4.00
Red Rose £3.00
Two Aspirin .50p
Saying the right thing at the right time......... Priceless