Dirty

I feel sambuca shots and malibu dirty.

Luckily i only have two hours of work today and i've only got the youngest to contend with. I recon i'll just strap her in her buggy and go for a wander, go dip her in the fountain on the market square or something.

Then home, to watch amelie and 9 1/2 weeks. Work 9.30 - 2.30 tomorrow. Cinema 8.15. Can someone please tie me down long enough to write up this lab report.

I feel pretty sketchy today. And a little lost.

Shit.

I highly recommend this song today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vu_3RS2rO78

Songs in my head...

Fleet Foxes - White Winter hymnal
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KCzIw4W7fdQ

Florence + The Machine - Dog Days (STILL!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s0ZPTFfpO40

The Beautiful South - A little Time
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ttuA1UEUAI0

and the original "Don't marry her" by the beautiful south (blue is the colour album)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHnhMvSxOf0

Plus i really love the florence + the machine album cover.

Catch up

Where to start, where to start.

Quick Run down;

• Working with the Italian family 3 days a week - popped into the castle bar after work on friday to say hey to Russ, ended up staying longer than intended whilst waiting for R
• Who is a crazy scary stalker who needs to cool it - walking past the shop the guy you're simply fucking, works in, TWICE, is insane. I, myself, felt like a stalker.
• Went for Pizza at Rescue Rooms and discussed David, stalking david and other david related activities.
• She tried to force me to stay out (incase david asked her to join him in town. sigh.) I refused to drink, there was no point. The night was going nowhere. R ordered a vodka and coke and i ordered belgian waffels and ice cream. She wasn't impressed.
• Watched the end of six feet under. Had the laziest of lazy days yesterday. I didn't leave my bed all day. I started to smell. It was fantastic.
• Carboot sale this morning, made over 50 quid and burnt my back. It's unbelieveably hot today.
• I've spent most of my spare time over the past 48 hours watching films, swapping music with J and singing far to loudly and somewhat theatrically to the beautiful south "A little time" over and over. Followed closely by the dirty dancing soundtrack... hair brush in hand and all. I'm not at all bored of myself yet.

I've clocked my hours for this week and i appear to be working a measley 13! Which is fine, seeing as i worked myself into the ground last week (plus i still need to finish this lab report). Going to see Gigantic at Broadway on Tuesday with J. Greggs back. Samantha's on for drinks. Hollys gone awol so i need to chase her up (last time i saw her she'd lost atleast a stone along with her prick of a boyfriend). Rachael's back. And i have atleast 10 films to work through.

and i'd like to add...

... that in hindsight i'm not actually that angry at John, but at R for telling me and the other R's involvement (far too many R's). In reality, i expect nothing less from John, after all theres a reason i no longer wanted to be with him. He can flirt and fuck who he likes,(i'm pretty sure he always has anyway). I certainly am and i lie safe in the knowledge that what i'm getting is far better than whatever he's getting.

Some six feet under i think :)

Fantastic.

I've just spent the past 15 minutes avoiding an argument with my ex. I admit that I irrationally called him a cock but it was fuelled by R. She told me on the phone that (the other) R has spoken to him on facebook and that the conversation turned dirty when John mentioned his cock. Now, why R thought it necessary to tell me this, i don't know. After all i didn't tell her when her ex shared with me that he shaves his balls. Ignorance is bliss! She would have surely known that by telling me this, it would hurt me. It wouldn't make me like him anyless or hate him anymore, it just makes me hurt. There was just no point. I was happily alphabetising my record collection (followed by dvds and books) until she shared this nugget of information.

Well, almost happily. John had spoken to me earlier and managed to winde me up considerably. He's throwing a party with Joe Dempsey next weekend (yes you hear me right, chris from skins). So that's great. Fucking fantastic. Rub it in.

On a brighter note i'm eating my fish pie (which was going swimmingly until i just dropped my fork on the floor) and i bought more dvds. This weeks buys include;

One flew over the cukoos nest
Crash
This is England
Cassandra's Dream
The boy in the striped Pyjamas
Little Miss Sunshine
Amelie
Notes on a Scandal
9 1/2 Weeks
Twelve Monkeys

I've temporarily "forgotten" my internet banking password. That way i can't tell exactly how overdrawn i am. Perfect

Platonic

Yesterday was a long day. Work 9 til 6 and then to the cinema to see the 8 o'clock showing of the new Transformers (Huge anti-climax).

I'm only working 10.30 til 12.45 which hardly seems worth the effort. I'm contemplating calling Gregg. Which is even more effort. Rekindeling our friendship has been on the bottom of my list for a while now but i feel compelled to contact him. It's been over a year since we actually saw eachother and i'm pretty confident he's got over the awkwardness of the pass he made at me last summer. Maybe it is completly possible to go back to our Will and Grace-esque friendship and keep our dirty little hands to ourselves. I certainly will have no problem.

At present i'm highly resentful of the fact that i no longer have my own flat. Sex under my parents roof is somewhat of a chore (although pulled it off pretty well and with no mention of it this morning from the rents... yet). I've got atleast a year of this, i better just get used to it.

Mums just offered me a lift in to town, she's heading to the jobs center, in order to take her up on her offer i'd have to get up now, right now. Ugh.

As in NOW. GO!

The stars say...

My blogging attempts have been pretty pitiful of late. I can't seem to focus on one thing long enough to pull together one simple blog. Quite honestly i don't know where to start. Plus my daily blog has been replaced with my by daily inboxing to Jamie, often by hourly.

My writings going nowhere. I can't seem to put pen to paper when i'm reading such an amazing book (The time travellers wife). My own writing feels bland and 2 dimensional. I'm working on it. Inbetween episodes of six feet under and chapters from my book.

My assignment is still sat untouched on my desk and today my horoscope does not give me an out (Sunday 21st horoscope encouraged a healthy amount of procrastination), today it tells me to prioritise. I should really stop reading this bullshit.