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LothedInArchivesJulyYou are on the archive wiki. The new wiki is here. 30 July 2004 - 10h02 Well, the postman was a bit more applogetic than usual this morning - this may have had something to do with the fact that as it's been bloody hot the last two days I was sleeping in my underwear, so I appeared at the door wrapped in a towel. He still seemed to find it vaguely amusing though. Bastard.
28 July 2004 - 16h39 Had an okay week since my last post. Met up with my cus, we had a nice time, contemplating doing it again tomorrow. Was involved in a lot of meat burning, both at my place and down the road at Dave, Stu, Stu and Richard's place (Dave being my manager at the Tram and the rest of them being regulars, all South African's bar one of the Stu's). Quiet, uneventful, good. Not good for helping my energy levels, but hell, you can only go up when they're at rock bottom. Or you can stay at rock bottom... hmmm. I get woken by the strangest of things these days. Normally it's our sadistic postman who frequently comes and "dingle-dingle-dingle's" the doorbell around 9:30ish at least once a week when he's got a package or some registered mail (Alex and Ian are waaaaay too fond of Amazon). I think he's worked out that I'll answer the door after he rings the bell for a second time, since that's the amount of time it takes me to wake up, assess the situation, throw any convenient top over my jammies and claw my way out of my room and too the front door. I hate him so much. Admittedly, he's the one who has to suffer the spectacle of my hairy legs hanging out of teddy-bear sleep shorts, hair that looks like it had a mind of it's own before it lost it and the look in my eyes that says I'd kill him if only I could muster the energy. And he always smiles. Bastard. Housemates are also a great source of disruption. Housemates coming home at 5am, housemates going to work at 8am, housemates having sex at "Oh my god, what time is it?" am. And not to forget the next-door neighbours, last night's 'interesting sound to be awoken by' was the sound of someone vomiting noisily. I can only assume this was nextdoor since no-one at home will own up to it and Sara says she never even went to bed last night and she didn't hear it. Blimey. Being a light sleeper sucks. 21 July 2004 - 13h17 Well, my quest for an NI number has yet to beegin, I was working yesterday day, and Monday turned into a quest for amusement in central London with Ryan (of Outer Limits fame) with us wondering through the city talking the usual load of crap, buying the odd bit of stuff, and genrally trying to avoid getting too lost. This was occasionally aided buy the guide book that Ryan had swiped from home. We walked from Waterloo, to Covent Garden, buggered around Jubilee market (I got a pin badge that says "Cheer up Goth"), stopped in at Forbidden Planet, went down to Oxford Street (stopping in guitar shops along the way), stopped in at Virgin Megasores, I spent my birthday vouchers at HMV and for ?24 got myself three CD's (the joy of sales), we then decided to go to Camden for lunch. We went to a noodle bar, then whiled away some more time wandering wound Camden ripping off the Goths and punks (quietly), me wearing my pin-badge and Ryan wearing his, which read "Normal People Scare Me". From there we caught a bus to Victoria, got off it sometime after Victoria and took a loong walk through the Sloane area of london, which is horridly upper class - except for the odd batches of council flats that pop up in the middle, through to Knightsbridge and Harrods. Stopped there to say "Hi" to Kait, walked around Harrods a bit (I saw my first Chinchilla - the rodent - sooo cute!!!) grinned at the people talking Afrikaans, got fed up with it all and decided to go to Earl's Court for a few drinks (since I had got it confused with 'Earl's Field' - where I'm told there are some decent pubs), finished our drinks and chat about life and everything, caught the tubes back to Waterloo, had one last cup of Mocha before Ryan's train left and then I went home. I'm glad for one thing from my time behind a bar and that is that I now know for certain that I can spend more time on my feet than I could two months ago. I think even Uncle Peter would have been undisapointed at the distance we covered.
16 July 2004 - 17h11 Well, this morning started with a bang. Which was about when I rolled over, grabbed a feather pillow (superior muffling properties to fiber) pulled it over my head and went back to sleep for another hour. However, when I finally emerged, it was to the joy of a bill from BT. No, I'm not being sarcastic. Yes, there was real and true happiness provided in the form of a bill from BT - well a copy of a bill, a copy of a bill that we'd paid the previous evening. So, all good really. No, but the real joy was that through the little window on the envelope, there, nestled next to Ian's name was my name!!! This is one of the things that I've been needing for soo long. Okay, I only have myself to blame for the fact that it took 'soo' long. There are a lot of things I could have done to speed it up, but well, anyway. So I now own a bank account. Yes, just like that. I walked into NatWest??, gave them my passport and the bill, was ushered into a consultant's office a few moments later. After a confused few minutes of trying to come to terms with the fact that there are no charges on local banking and a current account with a cheque book is not going to cost me any more or less than a savings account, I shrugged my shoulders and went with the current account as it is the standard option. I'm so used to having to wrangle for ages with any bank on what are the best account options and having to hunt for all the loop-holes by which you can avoid vast quantities of charges being leveled against you a monthly or annual basis that I felt like the rug had been pulled from under me. Oh, and I can draw money from any ATM, anywhere, of any banks, and there are, get this, no charges! My mind still boggles. On Monday I begin the quest to get a National Insurance number. Wish me luck. 15 July 2004 - 10h16 Thanks, Jason, a day off, but considering I fail to remember everyone else's b-day including yours... Whooot! It's been way to long since I last posted. Not that much of significance has happenend in the interim days bar the fact that I am now officially a year older (I'm a whole quarter century now), I spent a lot of time recovering from too much alcohol and I lost my role-playing file of many many years on the bus at Kingston (It fell off my lap as I stood up trying to keep hold of the three other things I was carrying and I was too hungover to notice). Years of memorabilia, certificates, characters and a number of other bits and pieces, gone. I phoned lost property for the bus line, since really, who would want that crap but me? But clearly some opportunist decided to take it off the bus and have a look-see, so now I will never get it back. Ah, well, in those immortal word I draw comfort from on a daily basis, "Shit happens." Oh, and somehow this year people managed to achive the perfect mix of pressies for me to feel horridly spoiled. There wasn't a single pressie to which I didn't think, "Yay, wow, Whoot, Thanks!!!", and a few I was even more bouncy over. So to everyone who made this year special, who came to my party, or who just plain remembered it and send me a message: Thanks, I love you guys! Finally, we have a kitten. In fact, we've had a kitten for about two weeks now. His name is Panamonium, Panda for short of course (or Monster, or Hell-on-Wheels?, or Sweetling, or Squeeks - amazing how animals collect these names, Beast's other name is "Fattie"). Next week, though, we will have two. So when we have double the kittens, I'll introduce them properly.
9 July 2004 Happy birthday Robyn :) Hope you have a good one — SynKronos 6 July 2004 - 15h11
Well, not all of them. Roberta's been away for the last week, so I don't hate her, and I suspect I don't hate Silvia since she has much the same gripe as me. I know I'm a 'dosser' i.e. living rent-free due to the charity of some very nice people. But there's a reason that I'm a 'dosser' and it's because I'm not earning enough to pay that rent. So when I buy food for myself to survive on, I get a bit territorial. In fact, I'm pretty much always territorial about consumables, becuase I won't eat something I didn't pay for and I expect the same from others. So when I discover this morning that people have eaten half my sausages and helped themselves to one of my yoghurts, I get down-right, bloody-well infuriated. And I haven't managed to find the culpit, since most of the buggers aren't home (and in Ian's case - left on holiday this morning) and Michelle's in the shower - although I suspect she doesn't have a lot of interest in sausages... I really don't want to have to be a bitch. I kind of feel that until I start earning enough to pay rent I don't have any right to be a bitch in this matter. I don't want to have to write my name on the things I buy to stop people nicking them. I want people to at very least damn well ask. I want people to replace the stuff they eat since they clearly operate under the belief that my possessions are under the communal 'shared stuff' guide-lines (unwritten). That's what I loved about living with Nats, at least if something was gone from the fridge, I knew who to blame. Besides, I bought groceries for the both of us, so there never was a problem if she took stuff since it all was 'for sharing'. Arg, and I cooked on Sunday and no-one's done the bloody washing-up from it yet, which I refuse to do, so I can't bake any muffins since there isn't an available inch of counter space. (It's not like I'm a messy cook, it's just we go through vast quantities of crockery on a daily basis as it is...) And thanks GeekDotNeo, but I've always reckoned that while things come to those who wait, things tend to come faster to those who look for them. (Interpret that in any way you like...)
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