chubstar

three years of paulie and chub..... and we celebrated by getting really drunk in battersea park in the rain. had a good talk and think we will be okay. (this is mainly for you v as no time to write email etc!)

the title was taken from something said to me not so long ago by two very strange people in a club who acted completely normal whenever my boy came into view. generally saying something along the lines of 'we love your girlfriend, shes great' when he was there and then trying to force me into sex games when he wasn't. anyway as mildly entertaining as that was i am trying to work out why it interests me so much. maybe i've been in a relationship too long? maybe if other bits of my life weren't so depressing i wouldn't feel like the argument we had last night was so bad. but i know i can lose it when im feeling mad but throwing a table and a lamp and a radio and all kinds of other stuff across the room? actually i know i could and would. but why do i put up with the madness. it doesn't matter when im madly happy a day later but now it's all i can think about....
so a depressing return to livejournal...

so now i have to go to an assessment centre which lasts for FIVE HOURS. and i have to buy new clothes for it which is actually pretty cool. i mean obviously they'll be job style clothes which is not that great but my parents have said they'll help me out with them which means i get a free new outfit. considering i currently own one pair of jeans and three skirts (only one of which really fits/ isnt falling to pieces) all clothes are good clothes. oh i do own some tops just in case you thought id decided to go topless everywhere hehehe im a comedy genius
im starting to realise im actually pretty boring in that all i really want is to have enough money to live comfortably and be able to go travelling when i want to although this is possibly just the result of having been a penniless student too long ie i really cant handle not having money any more. okay i probably spent too much money raving and thats why i cant afford clothes (which is actually what annoys me the most) but this year i havent really which sucks as i dont know where the money went. oh yeah i do - take aways, our ridiculous gas bill and a flight ticket to china so i should really just shut up. its just worrying about it does seem to take over my life a little
although what is really taking over my life is my stupid isp on feminisms in kenya which is not going so well considering i only decided the question last night and i will now have to reshape the 5500 words i have already done to fit it hmmm this post is so boring i am actually boring myself so i will go and bore myself with actually doing some work now......

apparently tfl actually did want someone who was a complete idiot as i have been asked to go to the next stage of the application process. the next stage of the application process is this stupid questionnaire asking things like is a working environment in which people feel valued and important good, bad or neither good nor bad. sorry if this isn't very interesting but i fail to see how me answering 50 questions which essentially mean do you think working environments should be happy or miserable is that useful. actually maybe they want me to say they should be really cutthroat to increase competition or some other free market bullshit. well im not going to damn them. im not a corporate whore! who the fuck do these people think they are trying to make me fire people before ive even started the job! it's madness and im going to put a stop to it...
see you down the dole office again.

or maybe i'm just rubbish at them. okay so it wasn't a job i wanted that much but still the fact that it went like this scares me somewhat......(it was a telephone interview btw)
Interviewer who had a really irritating and patronising phone manner and who i like to think of as Ermintrude: 'Can you give an example of when you went the extra mile for a customer?'
Me: (thinking frantically) 'well i used to work in an ice cream shop and we had a lot of elderly customers (realises example is crap and decides to lie)and myself and a colleague decided it would be good idea to help the local nursing home by taking a selection of shoes to them so they could choose a pair for winter without having to come down the hill which is y'know quite steep....'
Ermintrude: 'sorry you were working in an ice cream shop and you started delivering shoes...'
Me: 'well they were next to each other and y'know I worked in both...(attempts long winded explanantion to justify clearly ridiculous mistake)'
Ermintrude: 'okay you can relax now. the interview is finished. got any questions?'
Me: 'well ermintrude, is the reason the interview is finishing now, ten minutes ahead of schedule, because i am clearly a liar and one who doesn't even lie well but thinks up entirely implausible and bizarre 'shoe delivery services for the elderly' and that is not exactly what you are looking for?'
Ermintrude: 'Pretty much.'
Me: 'Bye then.'
That last part didn't happen for those of you who are mentally subnormal but lets face it it couldn't have made the situation any worse.
See you at the dole office

im in the computer room at uni and i have been for over an hour despite the huge amounts of work i have to do. i have been mainly looking at www.popjustice.com which is quite funny but the message board is populated entirely by bitchy queens which was good until they didnt let me post and i decided it was cos they didnt like me not because i am useless with technology......so im know paranoid that people i dont know dont like me i have truly reached a new level of sadness....
am very excited about going to china although slightly worried about bird flu...
also the other night things were getting a bit steamy in the pit i call my bedroom and the boyfriend goes 'this isnt a porno y'know'. who said sex in a relationship was boring? actually a comedy highlight of my week really so i shouldnt moan.

yes it was getting a 2:1 on an essay. as usual this triumph was tinged with sadness as the comments page was filled ENTIRELY with criticism. this is a common theme for my essays - they get good marks but are universally despised by my tutors in terms of opinion and style. i think it is because of my original and unusual mind....yes so anyway after realsing that university work was actually the most fulfilling aspect of my life i decided the only option was to create an alternative one on the internet in which i ama funny suave and charming intellectual. however my own plan was kiboshed by this last paragraph which only serves to reveal how pathetic i am....
i was recently reading thebestpageintheuniverse.net which is a mildly entertaining bitchsite written by a man whose primary hates appear to be cars - fair point and women - less intelligent. these are things i hate and why. gwyneth paltrow - if i have to explain that one you're not going to get it. australians who are 'travelling' - they are loud, obnoxious, ridiculously self satisfied, believe themselves demi gods for having escaped their island and culturally enlightened for having drunk beer in 50 countries. no matter where you've been or what you've done they have done something far better, even if to the untrained eye it may appear to have no similarity to what you are talking about and they have actually set up a magazine to commemorate their idiocy - tnt magazine - which litters the streets of london, fulll of pages of jobs for other antipodeans. after coming here and monopolising every bar job in the world ever, they then accuse brits of being lazy and praise our immigrants i.e. themselves, conveniently omitting the white british beer drinking work dodging slob (smong which i number myself) from the list of fascinating cultures they intend to visit and claim omniscience of....i have now discovered that writing hate filled posts actually just depresses me and i will attempt to write something happy another time although given my general disposition - melancholoic - i cant promise anything

hello i have now added the four people i know to my account. i have no idea what im doing. kirsty if you are somehow notified of this journals existence please let me know. now you can read details of my fascinating life although i can promise you i do not have any stories of waterfalls and african villages. i do however have an amazing collection of anecdotes about various events which occurred in the islington branch of m&s in the past four weeks. my favourite would be when i saw jeremy staring at the waste baler for ten mintues for no apparent reason if that gives you some idea of how exciting these stories may be. however paulie just walked into the room wearing boxers which are slightly too large for him and i have to go and inform him of his cuteness.

um im a bit pissed and i decided that seeing as the other two witches have a livejournal - thats kirstytheangel and vanilla_k i think - i wanted one too. i am a small child and i will probably never post again