Inspired by a post by charlycrash.

1. Queen. I was torn between Abba and Queen. Not in the sense of, oh, what tribute concert shall I go to, but which band has crazier fans. I think some Brits fawn over Queen because they confuse it with the monarch. And I bet there's many a homophobic Freddy Mercury worshipper out there, which is a dichotomy I cannot comprehend.

2. Pirates. Why are 90% of themed parties pirate themed? Carrots of the Pie-robean wasn't that good, surely.

3. Star Trek. So I've never actually sat down and watched a whole episode. I can tell from the fragments I've seen it's not something I'd be into. People with funny foreheads and silly uniforms talking shit about made up bollocks. Maybe I'm actually scared I'll like it and have to watch the nine billion episodes out there. Like I did with Xena.

4. Jude Law. Perhaps it's the funny forehead thing again. Not. Hot.

5. Open relationships.

6. Horses. Smelly, dangerous, spluttering transport of posh people.

7. Tea&Coffee. I'm partial to the odd mocha but a year of being asked every working day whether I'd like a cup of either of the beverages means they go on the list. Why the obsession? Although I'm addicted to Diet Coke so I guess that's just as bad. If not worse.

8. Going gooey over babies. (Sorry Si!) I just don't have the urge to flap about and make baby talk when presented with a newborn. They're scared of me: I'm scared of dropping them and letting them near light sockets. I'm starting to think I'm not human. Well, born without a maternal instinct anyway.

9. Flesh Tunnels. The little ones, fine. The ones you can put your fist through, asldkhapsi;fakfmlhasfl. True story.

10. Walking in heels. How do you do it?! How?!!!

It isn't Halloween anymore, stupid Livejournal. Although I suppose it's always Halloween for the people at www.deadjournal.com.

Last day at work tomorrow. I'm going to cry like a loon and people will think it's because I'm upset about leaving, but that won't be the case.

Been busy lately. Monday was housework, tuesday was Charleanne at Hob & Cuban, Wednesday was Clairebear at her flat, tonight is father at Swalecliffe, Friday is work thing, Saturday is fireworks and party.

I want to get a blogspot. I just don't know what to call it. I'd like a play on the word harangue. But I don't really like that word. Only what it means.

That would be the hour I was quizzed over the missing money from the charity shop where I worked. I would've shed a few crocodile tears as that's what they were clearly looking for instead of adopting my usual professional stance AKA "I do not give a fuck because I know I didn't take it and that's good enough for me".

From then on I was bullied out of a job I kinda enjoyed, interviewed more times by the area manager and the police, treated with suspicion by my manager, and constantly tested on company policy and guidelines despite it only being a sodding 16 hour a week job. I half-believed in the end that I HAD taken the money. Which amounted to about 3 months rent, so hardly a fortune really.

Next time I'll be all weepy and womanly and woe is me seeing as that's what society wants. The manager sobbed like a little girl and she got hugs from Area Manager Bitch. I got stroppy attitudes and was inexplicably asked what my star sign was. Area Manager Bitch says "aha, opposite to mine, no wonder you're so different to me."

God talking about this stuff makes me so fucking angry all over again. I'm tired of being constantly walked over in jobs. Next time is going to be different, I'm not going to do all the shitty jobs just because I'm the newb. I seem to go from the bottom rung of the ladder of one career to the bottom rung of the ladder of the next.

Was the name of the documentary I took Joe to see last night. It's set in the future where apparently the only person left to complain about the state we've left the earth in is a crinkly Pete Postlethwaite. Basically if we don't sort ourselves out by 2016 we'll be fucked by 2055 (that's what I learnt, anyway). There was a talk by Canterbury Greenpeace afterwards. I told Joe not to drink the Coca-Cola while they were talking; I didn't want to be thrown out. After heated debate between a Canadian and a Frenchwoman and a Sainsburies checkout girl who hates the fact that people think they're 'doing their bit' just because they use Bags 4 Lyfe they screened a documentary about the Kingsnorth Six, campaigners who caused £30,000 of damage by painting 'Gordon' on a chimney. Well, power station. (They meant to paint 'Gordon Bin It' but sadly didn't get that far).

It was an interesting evening. It reminded me of reading Naomi Klein's No Logo in my teens, and then boycotting Coke, Nestle, McDonalds etc and encouraging my classmates do to the same. Then I got older and buying brands became more attractive and convenient, especially after returning to the UK, and I forgot the reasoning behind my boycotting of said items. But I suppose I still 'do my bit' by wearing charity shop items and taking public transport and switching off all the lights Joe leaves on :P

A point raised by the main feature was that the only successful idealism has been consumerism. Which may be why, as the Frenchwoman protested, there weren't that many youthful faces in the audience. All the young people are out wearing their shiny news clothes and showing off their shiny new ipodphoneberries, etc. I've never really had the urge to splurge all my wages at once on SHINY TINGS and the like, and to get the latest version of this that and t'other. Not to the same degree as other people I think anyway. I'd rather have a drink and a smoke and a chat with friends in the same clothes I've been wearing for years than shop shop shop.

Ugh, mid afternoon incoherently worded slump. -_- sleeptime nao.

I have terrible back pain today and I think it might be from attending an interview at the www.idealspinecentre.co.uk in Blean on Saturday. First sign that something's wrong: the guy is interviewing on a Saturday. Second sign: internet research tells me he's a complete quack. Third sign: it's a group interview. Understandable if it was retail and we had to run around showing how we'd best flog Leona Lewis' latest single to unwitting pundits, but he was interviewing for two roles, both of which were admin. Fourth sign: the 'doctor' spent a good part of the interview time bouncing a sprog on his hips telling us how it had been brought into the world completely drug-free and certainly wasn't going to be given any vaccinations. After more waffle centred around his drug-free world hypothesis and barely touching on details for the job we were all fighting to get we each had to do a little presentation and then an IQ test type thingamy, sample question: "Underline which of the following words is most similar to the meaning of the word 'LOYAL' ". Hmm, ok. He was clearly looking for his next bride to impregnate rather than a receptionist.

Was a pretty good weekend despite that. Went to Deal to celebrate Myles' birthday and ate too much Chinese. Went to St Margarets at Cliffe the next day in inappropriate footwear and felt like a damsel in distress when Joe kindly carried me down a cliff. Oh alright, it was a slight slope. Then I made Space Invader jewellery and spent too much time on ebay (have won a Betty Ford Clinic t-shirt that's bright yellow, not the sort of thing I wear at all) and watched Pay It Forward starring Helen Hunt, Kevin Spacey and that annoying little kid that's been in stuff.

Have broken my writer's block but trouble is I don't want to research the topic only to find someone else has already done something similar. This is something I could see myself enjoying immensely and I'm in the perfect position to write about it at the moment.

Is turning out to be one hell of a suckfest!

There's a competition going on at work to name a new branch of Lee Evans that will deal with sustainable build, green stuff and all that jazz. I wasn't paying much attention until I heard rumours that the prize is a CAR (seeing as they can't afford to run two company cars any longer. But somehow can afford to create new departments. Go figure).

My idea is inspired by THE name-dropped novel of the decade:

House of LEEFS (Lee Evans Eco-Friendly Service)

:D lolz

This is funny only to me and I need to pretend from now on that this is not how I spend my evenings.

Hmm, maybe I could even persuade them to put the 'House' part in blue?

http://heroofswitzerland.blogspot.com/search/label/Top%20Tips

No, I still don't know how to do that fancy thing where you put the link behind other words that explain what it is. And I wonder why I'm getting a paycut.

http://community.livejournal.com/abandonedplaces/1820401.html

The parts where he's crawling through the small tunnel gave me the chills.

TURTLE POWER!

This Saturday I got up at the criminal hour of 4am and met Sara from work at the bus station to endure a 4+ hour coach journey to Brighton. At the London stop I was introduced to the culinary delight which is a egg & sausage McMuffin. 500 calories, aye carumba! Then I proceeded to spend a whole bunch of cash in lovely lovely Brighton: notable purchases include URBAN DECAY (woooo), a hideous dress with cats and bunnies and birdies on it (I just had to have it :S) and a silicon Bendiboard from Cyberdog so Joe can talk to girls on the internet all night long without keeping me awake with CLACK CLACK CLACK. Lol.

Then we went back to the hotel room to watch some crappy show with Philip Schofield in it and got covered in glitter in preparation for Spellbound at Komedia. I'm never trying false eyelashes again as my clumsiness and contacts and makeup do not a good combination make. I didn't recognise many songs at the club but it had the same friendly vibe as Stay Beautiful (same DJs and all). Introduced myself to a few randomers including a incredibly pretty girl who looked just like Betty Paige. And Dale was there, yay! Someone I know. Choonwise I was stuck in the queue for the toilets when they played Joy Division, stuck in the queue for the bar for the B52's Rock Lobster ("everybody wore, MATCHING TOWELS") but I did get to enjoy some Killing Joke and an amazing gloomy mash up of Tainted Love/Where Did our Love Go.

The morning was not so fun but I popped a few painkillers and dealt with it. Watched some of the London - Brighton cyclists go past and ate croissants and looked at the sea. I wish I lived there. Joe met me off the coach after what seemed like a day of travelling (there were lots of accidents so we had to keep taking routes through towns which didn't help with the bellyache situation) and then we caught up and watched some Lost. Then slept for about 10 hours, haha.

Thankfully my Mum seemed ok so I didn't have that to worry about but I had an email this morning saying everything's gone tits up again. You can run but you can't hide.

I'm sitting here surrounded by items from my childhood after visiting my mum and Joe and I offering to help sort out her stuff seeing as she wants to move out of Deal. She said it was a bunch of my stuff filling up a wardrobe. Also vinyls and CDs that remind her 'of Myles' but I remember seeing a lot of them when I was a wee nipper. I've just been sifting through a few boxes and found pictures from Disneyworld, holiday souveneirs that came from holidays we went with my dad and I'm no expert but I think Spode is worth something...

Also ultrasound pictures. A crosstitch she did to celebrate my birth. A diary which details the first five years of my life - height/weight at birth, what my grandparents look like, where we lived, etc. I'm guessing - hoping - the inclusion of these articles was a mistake and not also to go down the charity shop! o_0

Stuff and things indeed.

It's weird seeing this stuff. I'm don't feel sad or anything but I find it strange when someone doesn't want to hoard things the way I do. I keep leaflets, flyers, postcards, ticket stubs, keep diaries etc etc. Of the good times at least. Because coming across things like a flyer advertising DJs CrAsh and Burns guest starring Al Explode at Christ Church Union gives me a laugh when I find them a few years on. I suppose she's just reminded of bad times though.

Conclusion: I'd be quite happy never to see another piece of bubblewrap again!

Today I got ID'd buying scissors and got called a 'good girl'. I feel slightly less worried about those odd few wrinkles I've noticed appearing now!

Intend to spend the rest of tonight writing. Had another article published today and an invitation to contribute to another website. Might start charging people to subscribe to my blog :P

Or 7 as Google tells me (I like Google's home page logo thing today by the way!). Anyway, yesterday Joe and I went to find Larkey Valley Woods to do more of our urban/woodland exploring, walked too far, nearly ended up in Chartham, walked back, saw some sheep, drank some beer, found some trees that might have been woods and a bomb crater. Conversation later with Ollie in the Brewery Tavern later that day confirmed that we actually had found Larkey Valley Woods (after some 2 and a half hours of walking) as he mentioned the crater. Strange also that the first report I have to type on this beautiful Monday morning concerns the woods and Cockering (hur) Road. Anyway, kind of disappointing trek although I did need the exercise. Do people think a clump of 10 trees constitutes woodland these days or something??

The previous day I went to my Dad's expecting to have my driving 'skills' once more put to the test but was relieved to find they just wanted me round for a lazy lunch/snooker/belated swopping of easter gifts/walk along the beach day. The night before that I went for drinks with work folks which was only supposed to be for an hour or so but the prospect of yummy food at Cafe Boho and discovering the Canadian does a wonderful impression of a certain 'Pardner' plus Nathan/Chocobloke's favourite bands are the Prodigy and the Pumpkins plus there was much surpising talk of grunge and acid encouraged me to stay out for longer, much to Joe's apparent disgust.

http://www.lee-evans-architects.co.uk/PDF-PLANNING/20080924sarahandnathan.pdf --> link for Claire and any other people who want to know why I call him Chocobloke, HAR.

Next weekend is Bri & Moose's combined birthday party thing which will be the first I've gone to in a long time. I'm not too old for house parties just yet, or so I like to tell myself. I'll have time to sort some revision/plans for Paris out one of these weekends, or so I like to tell myself.

( tl;dr? )

So facebook & LJ are filling up with pictures of people frolicking about in the snow, everyone else in the office has gone home early, colleges are closed and I'm left to type up notes of the Progress Meeting re: Buckland Mill Planning Application.

WHOOPEEE.

Well it's the price I pay for being able to leave for the office at 8.40 everyday I guess. When I get home I'm going to continue my job-hunting quest but not before I scrape up some snow off the roof outside my window and lob a few more snowballs at passers-by :D

LAWL. Izzit becuz I iz black? Why yes. Yes it is.

This evening some girl in my class berated the use of our teacher's use of Mr T to describe T-cells.

"I hate analogies. Me and my friend Noah sat and tallied how many times our (whatever subject it was) teacher used analogies in the space of one hour - and it was 25! 25 analogies!"

=/ how exactly do you learn without them? Well, I know it's possible. But much more difficult, surely.