This week has gone so, so, so slowly! It seems like it's been weeks since we finished college for the summer but it's been about 5 days, I just hope the next 8 weeks don't got as slowly. Today i'm just sat around the house and dreading work tonight, because no doubt it'll be crap like it was last night, but i'll just have to keep thinking of the money and looking forward to my next day off (when ever that's going to be.)
The other day I did something thoroughly retarded that made me laugh quite a lot so I may as well write about it here. I was messing around with the voice controls on my laptop (e.g. you say "minimise that" into the microphone and it minimises the window you have open etc) and once i'd finished doing that I went back to typing and all the keys were typing numbers instead of letters and I didn't know why. I went through all the settings in the control panel and got really stressed out because I couldn't figure out what was wrong: I really did feel like just chucking the laptop against a wall and being done with it. Just as i was about to give up and smash the crap out of the laptop it struck me: the damn number lock was on. It really was a "palm to forehead" moment and i couldn't believe how stupid i'd been, but atleast i'll know next time.
I've been planning my European adventure for next year a bit more and i've decided on two alternative routes: one of them involves driving back home from Denmark via Eastern Europe while the other would mean selling my car in Belgrade and flying back to England. I really want to see the Balkans because it sounds really nice there, but similarly I want to see the Alps and Paris: but it'd be hard to see both in the time I have. I'll probably switch from one idea to another constantly for the next 12 months but I imagine it'll all come down to a spur of the moment decision somewhere in Hungary, so i'll just wait and see.
Pretty tired today and nothing really to say, so i'll leave it here. x
Saturday, 19 July 2008
Thursday, 17 July 2008
Couldn't of been better really
Had a pretty damn good day today. Stayed up late last night watching a film about Tina Turner, i really wanted to change the channel but i just couldn't stop watching, then had to get up reasonably early today to got skipping merrily off to work in the pouring rain. Although i knew it was raining i detest the idea of wearing a coat in summer so i stuck on my jeans and t-shirt and went out and got drenched: it's summer and i'll be damned if i'm not going to dress for the season! One thing that's been really annoying me lately is this deoderant i bought in Lincoln the other week (i was feeling a bit trampy after the run from the University college to Primark and i didn't want to stink), it seems that no matter how much i shake up the can i still end up with MASSIVE antiperspirant marks on my t-shirt! Today i put on a t-shirt i like and went out the house and got about 20 meters down the road and lo and behold there were massive white streaks down my side, so i had to run back to the house and get changed again because i can't look like a tramp on the 10 minute walk down to work: really could of done without that interuption.
It got better after that when i had a healthy balanced breakfast of cake of pepsi, although that did mean by the time i started making pizzas at work i was feeling pretty ill. Work was pretty busy and there was a lot to do, but all in all it was alright and I got free food on my break so no complaints from me. After work i dashed home to get ready for going out to see Mamma Mia and despite having hours to get changed i still ended up running around ironing a shirt about 10 minutes before i was meant to be meeting Caroline. Some-how i made it on time and met Caroline for the walk to the cinema, it was really quite sad how much we were looking forward to seeing the film, and then eventually Louisa turned up as well after she got lost in Sainsbury's car park.
Anyway, the film was awesome (despite Louisa ruining it by getting up to go to the toilet) and we managed to sing along pretty much all the way through despite being told to "shut up" quite a lot. Would recommend that film to everyone and anyone, it was off the scale (although it helps if you know all the lyrics to every ABBA song ever written and aren't affraid to air your horrible singing voice infront of a load of strangers.) Shame "Ring Ring" and "Eagle" weren't in the film but ah well, you can't have it all i guess.
Looking to the future a bit, i applied for a summer job for 2009 in Denmark yesterday; 2 months of "Jeremy time" getting paid £11 an hour to pick fruit so fingers crossed i get the job! The plan is if do get the job i'll drive up to Denmark via France, Belgium, the Netherlands and Germany and then once the work is done i'll drive down to Serbia via Germany, Poland, Austria, Hungary, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia and Montenegro (bit of a long way i know.) Once i get to Serbia i'm hoping i'll be able to sell what ever is left of the car and use the money to fly from Belgrade back to England, and hopefully i'll still have plenty of money left over from the work i'll have done in Denmark. Then if all goes to plan i'll start uni in Canterbury soon after i get back, but i'm not optimistic that it'll all go to plan as it rarely does.
Got work tommorow, and the day after, and the day after that and maybe even the day after that but i'm not sure as next week's rota isn't up yet, but i'll keep you all informed of anything interesting that happens! x
It got better after that when i had a healthy balanced breakfast of cake of pepsi, although that did mean by the time i started making pizzas at work i was feeling pretty ill. Work was pretty busy and there was a lot to do, but all in all it was alright and I got free food on my break so no complaints from me. After work i dashed home to get ready for going out to see Mamma Mia and despite having hours to get changed i still ended up running around ironing a shirt about 10 minutes before i was meant to be meeting Caroline. Some-how i made it on time and met Caroline for the walk to the cinema, it was really quite sad how much we were looking forward to seeing the film, and then eventually Louisa turned up as well after she got lost in Sainsbury's car park.
Anyway, the film was awesome (despite Louisa ruining it by getting up to go to the toilet) and we managed to sing along pretty much all the way through despite being told to "shut up" quite a lot. Would recommend that film to everyone and anyone, it was off the scale (although it helps if you know all the lyrics to every ABBA song ever written and aren't affraid to air your horrible singing voice infront of a load of strangers.) Shame "Ring Ring" and "Eagle" weren't in the film but ah well, you can't have it all i guess.
Looking to the future a bit, i applied for a summer job for 2009 in Denmark yesterday; 2 months of "Jeremy time" getting paid £11 an hour to pick fruit so fingers crossed i get the job! The plan is if do get the job i'll drive up to Denmark via France, Belgium, the Netherlands and Germany and then once the work is done i'll drive down to Serbia via Germany, Poland, Austria, Hungary, Slovenia, Croatia, Bosnia and Montenegro (bit of a long way i know.) Once i get to Serbia i'm hoping i'll be able to sell what ever is left of the car and use the money to fly from Belgrade back to England, and hopefully i'll still have plenty of money left over from the work i'll have done in Denmark. Then if all goes to plan i'll start uni in Canterbury soon after i get back, but i'm not optimistic that it'll all go to plan as it rarely does.
Got work tommorow, and the day after, and the day after that and maybe even the day after that but i'm not sure as next week's rota isn't up yet, but i'll keep you all informed of anything interesting that happens! x
Monday, 14 July 2008
Well here goes...
I've decided to become one of those amazing people who write about the dull details of their thoroughly ordinary lives on a web blog, so here goes. Basically i'm a full time student who works at a Pizza hut: all in all nothing extraordinary to mention on that front, but if anything what-so-ever sets me appart from all the other people who lead similar lives it has to be the fact i'm ridiculously eccentric (in a good way, i'm told.) I'm an Anglican so i base a lot of my world view around my religion as you might expect, but i'm also really patriotic in a big way; and it doesn't just apply to England. While a lot of people stick on an England shirt and sing "Three lions" during the world cup i take it one step further by basically being nationalistic constantly and don't need much of an excuse to have a spontaneous patriotic celebration for one of the nations i'm lucky enough to have in my blood: England, France and the Netherlands.
A good example of this was today, Bastille day, when i decided it'd be fun to make a public spectacle of myself by wearing a tricolour t-shirt and walking around town with a flag around me. I got some weird looks and not many people actually understood what the hell i was doing but i enjoyed it in a weird way, and it made my English Literature lesson more interesting in that it distracted me from actually doing any work. In the interests of spreading some France-based joy around college i spent over £10 on French pastries only to learn most of my class didn't actually like them...ah well. I managed to palm off the pastries on various people and i had more than enough myself so can't complain. I was a bit disappointed that no one would go into town with me after lesson, considering the effort i'd gone through to move my shifts at work around, but i'm sure i'll get over it.
Today was the last day of college in addition to being the French national holiday which is even more reason to celebrate because i hate getting up early to drag myself down to college for a day of being pretty bored. Unfortunately i'm at work over the summer which is even worse in that my job basically consists of rushing around and getting shouted at, but as i'm reminded constantly: atleast i get paid for being treated like a retard. I am looking forward to going on holiday this summer though, three weeks in Scotland (not quite what i had in mind when i said i wanted to go somewhere other than Norfolk on holiday but i'm sure it'll be fine) which means three weeks away from work, college and all those other little annoying things which make my every day life more trouble than it need be. It'll be nice to see the countryside in Scotland too because, while i love the Lincolnshire countryside, the landscape around here is really tame and there's nothing really mysterious or engaging about it so i'm looking forward to going and having a bit of an adventure if i can manage it.
Recently i made a pretty big change to my life by changing the way I practice my religion: i started going to church. I went to a Church of England primary school so i went to church a few times a year with school but since then i've only really gone at Christmas and at odd times when i'm near my favourite church (the one where i was Christened.) Other than my occaisional trips to church I've been practising my faith at home for a few years now, got myself a crucifix and Bible in my room so i just prayed here and didn't bother dragging myself out of bed early on the Sunday mornings when i could of stayed in bed. It was actually something i read at college that made me decide to go to church on a weekly basis, while i was going my Sociology coursework i read that church attendence has plummeted and it seemed like Christianity in the UK was going to die out, and I don't want to be contributing to that just because i like sleeping a lot. So the week before last i crawled out of bed at 8.45 and struggled down to church to be met by a barrage of "we don't get many young people like you here!" but all-round it was alright and i felt better about myself for having done it.
Sticking with the religion theme i had a weird moment the other day when i realised that i'd been completely been ignoring the fact 2 of my relatives are in hospital. One of my cousins (he's not really my cousin, he's my uncle's girlfriend's son: but i practically count his Mum as an aunty so i naturally refer to him as a cousin) has been in hospital for about a month now since his lung collapsed one day and since then i'd been hearing people talking about his condition but I had just been letting it go over my head as if i'd heard it on tv and not really taking much notice. I guess i just thought it'd be alright, he'd get better and we'd all be back to normal, but then the other night it struck me that the real world isn't always like that. My cousin is recovering from an operation at the minute and we're all hoping he's going to be alright, but still i felt really bad for seemingly not caring despite that fact there's nothing i can do anyway. So that was the moment i realised i was too caught up in my own petty problems and i'm going to try and be more caring from now on.
That's about all I can be bothered to type now, i'm really tired because my dog (Suzy, 14 year old collie-cross) woke me up at 7.30am for no reason, but if anyone reads this i hope you found it remotely interesting and i'll try and write more soon :)
A good example of this was today, Bastille day, when i decided it'd be fun to make a public spectacle of myself by wearing a tricolour t-shirt and walking around town with a flag around me. I got some weird looks and not many people actually understood what the hell i was doing but i enjoyed it in a weird way, and it made my English Literature lesson more interesting in that it distracted me from actually doing any work. In the interests of spreading some France-based joy around college i spent over £10 on French pastries only to learn most of my class didn't actually like them...ah well. I managed to palm off the pastries on various people and i had more than enough myself so can't complain. I was a bit disappointed that no one would go into town with me after lesson, considering the effort i'd gone through to move my shifts at work around, but i'm sure i'll get over it.
Today was the last day of college in addition to being the French national holiday which is even more reason to celebrate because i hate getting up early to drag myself down to college for a day of being pretty bored. Unfortunately i'm at work over the summer which is even worse in that my job basically consists of rushing around and getting shouted at, but as i'm reminded constantly: atleast i get paid for being treated like a retard. I am looking forward to going on holiday this summer though, three weeks in Scotland (not quite what i had in mind when i said i wanted to go somewhere other than Norfolk on holiday but i'm sure it'll be fine) which means three weeks away from work, college and all those other little annoying things which make my every day life more trouble than it need be. It'll be nice to see the countryside in Scotland too because, while i love the Lincolnshire countryside, the landscape around here is really tame and there's nothing really mysterious or engaging about it so i'm looking forward to going and having a bit of an adventure if i can manage it.
Recently i made a pretty big change to my life by changing the way I practice my religion: i started going to church. I went to a Church of England primary school so i went to church a few times a year with school but since then i've only really gone at Christmas and at odd times when i'm near my favourite church (the one where i was Christened.) Other than my occaisional trips to church I've been practising my faith at home for a few years now, got myself a crucifix and Bible in my room so i just prayed here and didn't bother dragging myself out of bed early on the Sunday mornings when i could of stayed in bed. It was actually something i read at college that made me decide to go to church on a weekly basis, while i was going my Sociology coursework i read that church attendence has plummeted and it seemed like Christianity in the UK was going to die out, and I don't want to be contributing to that just because i like sleeping a lot. So the week before last i crawled out of bed at 8.45 and struggled down to church to be met by a barrage of "we don't get many young people like you here!" but all-round it was alright and i felt better about myself for having done it.
Sticking with the religion theme i had a weird moment the other day when i realised that i'd been completely been ignoring the fact 2 of my relatives are in hospital. One of my cousins (he's not really my cousin, he's my uncle's girlfriend's son: but i practically count his Mum as an aunty so i naturally refer to him as a cousin) has been in hospital for about a month now since his lung collapsed one day and since then i'd been hearing people talking about his condition but I had just been letting it go over my head as if i'd heard it on tv and not really taking much notice. I guess i just thought it'd be alright, he'd get better and we'd all be back to normal, but then the other night it struck me that the real world isn't always like that. My cousin is recovering from an operation at the minute and we're all hoping he's going to be alright, but still i felt really bad for seemingly not caring despite that fact there's nothing i can do anyway. So that was the moment i realised i was too caught up in my own petty problems and i'm going to try and be more caring from now on.
That's about all I can be bothered to type now, i'm really tired because my dog (Suzy, 14 year old collie-cross) woke me up at 7.30am for no reason, but if anyone reads this i hope you found it remotely interesting and i'll try and write more soon :)
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