Apparently Notify List is moving servers, sooooo, that means anyone who signed up to my list won’t get notified for a while…at least until Andrew sorts himself out ^_^
I feel like I’ve been really busy, though I probably haven’t. Yesterday was my first day at Sainsburys. I work at the checkout now; it’s a roller coaster ride of fun, honestly. It’s ok really, as jobs go; everyone’s really friendly, which is always nice. I got a parking ticket though because I was fifteen minutes late out of work, I’m trying not to be bitter about it, although, last night I was in a horrible mood. Sorry Izz, ZiK and Arcas (mostly Arcas). Though to be honest I think the horrible mood was more down to me not having a nap during the day…us over 18’s you know…need our naps…
I’m still uber tired from the weekend, please remind me not to mix going back to visit my family with going to a LAN again. It was a terrible idea. LanSE was fun though even though I only got there at 9pm on Saturday night and left at about 3/4pm on Sunday. I had to go, if only for a short time, to support the cause, the cause being Projector Games. I’m not really involved and I don’t really help…but I like to pretend to be part of the team…it’ll look good on my CV. “Was a hanger-on-err to Projector Games.” Yup, employers will snap me up…Sainsburys did, they must know.
I was hoping for this week to be a big ‘get ahead of the work load from college’ week, it’s half term you see, but so far I’ve done no work at all. I was also hoping to sleep for the week; I don’t know how I planned to fit the two together to be honest. Slight oversight on my part I think. You see yesterday I spent the whole day, well 8am to 5pm, at Sainsburys and I was so tired when I got home I just watched one of my all time favourite films, My Neighbour Totoro (Tonari No Totoro) (not the best link, but it’ll do). Oh, and I ate pizza and was generally bitchy and evil to anyone who spoke to me (I think). Today, I’m going to work at 3pm and won’t be finished until 9pm…I know I *could* have done some work this morning but I was swimming and I didn’t think my pen would work. I’ll write essays tomorrow, after I’ve been to the bank to sort out my credit card…woo! I won’t be writing essays this weekend though…I probably won’t be sleeping either. Teh big0r LAN this weekend, Savage LAN
“Im a virgin right now but not for long. im gunna do it tomorrow with the kinda smelly guy from skool. i bet he'll be real good at it. someone told me a secret that he's done it with his sister befor so he knows what to do and can teach me all about it.”
Remind me to never read online teen diaries again please…At first I thought this ‘girl’ was completely taking the piss but all her entries are the same calibre. I shouldn't be too harsh, maybe things are different where she's from...
I went to Tesco today and bought four packs of 16 Ibuprophen tablets, I was curious whether they would sell them to me, but they did and didn't even bat an eye lid. I wonder how many I could try and buy before someone said something. Ten boxes maybe, twenty? Who knows? Well, I will next time I go in to Tesco because I’m going to try and buy at least fifteen boxes, that’ll be 240 Ibuprofen tablets, I *hope* someone stops me, or I’ll have to say something.
I remember once, not so long ago, it was ‘muck-up day’ at my old secondary school and my friend and I had this plan to make cakes with laxatives in, for the teachers; a completely unoriginal idea, I know, it kept us entertained for a while though, which is all that matters. Anyways, I went in to a chemist and bought two of the biggest tubs of chocolate sprinkle laxative that they sold. After I’d bought it I asked the girl behind the counter how much laxative a person could consume without anything seriously bad happening to them. She gave me a look like a whale that had just fallen from an aeroplane on to a frightened hedgehog (I’m guessing here btw). She then wouldn’t let me leave the shop until I had returned one of the tubs of chocolate laxative sprinkles. Damnit. Not that it mattered, the evil plan never worked properly anyways. Was funny though.
Oh, yeah, I got the job at Sainsburys. Woo me, etc, etc. I have my first induction day this Friday at 8:30am...Lord help me. I'm not sure when I actually start working, I think it might be after my first induction day but then again there's another induction day thing about health and safety and stuff. I kind of thought that I might have to learn about health and safety before I actually start the working thing. *shrugs* What do I know? I suppose I'll find out when my first day is when I ask...
I think I know why I was sent to that geek girls page…
T says:
they rejected my username because it had a phone number in it.. the "phone number" was 3141529
T says:
recognize that number?
Nectar Nutbuni says:
pi?
Just so you know, anyone that cares that is, I have my first EVER job interview today, for Sainsburys. I will be kitted out in poncy shoes and trousers, minus a lip piercing all in order to impress the relevant people. Wish me luck. Send me pixies.
I don’t know what’s more disturbing, the fact that my page was a result of these searches, or that someone out there actually searched for those things. Let’s hope it wasn’t the same person for all of them.
Actually, come to think of it, it was you, wasn’t it Si?
I was pointed towards this page today…I’m not entirely sure why (note – this may not be true) but I do know for sure I don’t wear glasses, not that I have anything against people who do.
I think maybe someone's trying to tell me I'm slightly geeky...chuh...like it's a bad thing.
I think it’s about time I do some free advertising for Nintendo. Right? Ok. The new Pokemon are Ham-hams. Doesn’t sound quite as catchy I know but when I say ‘Ham-hams’ I do not mean joints of pig meat, obviously, it would be crap if I did. Ham-hams are small, cute and relatively pointless hamsters. They come in various shapes, sizes and character types; admittedly the shapes aren’t all THAT different. The main are Hamtaro, Bijou and Boss. I have to say though that Panda is, or at least should be, my favourite, mainly because his name rhymes with my own.
You can experience Ham-hams in game form, book form, cartoon form and various merchandise form. If I am honest, which I always endeavour to be, I have to admit that I think the cartoon is actually quite pathetic as cartoons go, then again I have never watch more than five minutes of it. The game, well, it sounds interesting, I just haven’t gotten around to buying/playing it, although I would quite like to. You have to learn ham-ham language apparently. I’ve never been good with languages BUT I have a feeling ham-ham might be fairly easy to learn. One thing that I know for sure I like about ham-hams is the merchandise, mainly coz it’s uber cute and if you buy it from mainstream stores then it’s also uber cheap. I bought a fairly big cuddly toy of Bijou from a toy store that was marked down from £20 to £12 to £3. Super deal. She sits my bedstead these days. I’m sure she’s much happier with me than she was in the store.
Please don’t ask why I’ve suddenly turned vaguely American buy say ‘store’, I blame the late nights.
I first viewed this page at college...no sound...and constantly looking over my shoulder to make sure a teacher hasn't caught me...I'll watch it again when I get home and will experience the full joy of it.
I’ve been applying for a lot of jobs lately; I’ve also been rejected by a lot of companies lately. I’ve decided that if I don’t get a job by the end of the year then I will have to take matters in to my own hands. This means that I’ll have to start my own business. I thought about creating something that was based around purple, cows and nutbunnies but I realised the market wouldn’t exactly be soaring. I kind of get the feeling I would be the only person interested in it, unless I have managed to convert a few people, but I doubt it. Therefore, my line of business is obviously going to have to be in the male stripper industry. I hear there’s high demand for more males strip clubs, in and around my area. I just need to find some willing young men and I’m well on my way.
From about the age of seven to the age of nine, maybe ten, I had a fear of sleeping with my head on more or less than one pillow. This may seem odd, I mean, it seems odd to me now, a lot of people tell me I’m odd though. Anyway, the reason I had this fear was because when I was about seven, I could have been six I don’t know for sure, a girl who went to my primary school told everyone that the number of chins you had depended on the number of pillows you use. I was very scared of losing my chin, or gaining an extra one. You see, I was a very impressionable child. However, I discovered that this chin theory was not true when I realised that my dad, who uses just one pillow, has two chins. Lucky for me, now I can use as many pillows as I like without fear of multiple chins. I still only use one pillow though…just in case.
About two or three months ago I had my hair braided. It took four and a half hours and hurt like hell for a few days after. This Friday just gone, I started to take them out. I got just over half way through and gave up. I found something more entertaining to do, e.g. play dungeon siege. (It's a totally immersive game, don't play it or you'll be addicted and fail your exams. Just like me.) I had spent about 4 hours taking braids out, so I feel I deserved a rest. Unfortunately, having my hair more than half unbraided and less than half braided meant that I didn't sleep that well at all that night. I got up at 4am to finish taking the rest of my braids out. By 8 am I was finished. I looked like Hermione from Harry Potter, but I was finished. I didn't even want to think about untangling my hair at that point. I went back to bed. I *think* I then got up at about 10am because by 11am I had half as much hair as I did at 8am, quite literally. I thought I was bald, seriously, I was considering living in the bathroom for the next year until my hair grew back. Luckily for me, and the woman who braided my hair, I wasn't bald and didn't have to live in the bathroom. I was quite happy with my hair at that point, though it is much thinner than it was before all the braiding business.
Last night, my hair got tangled up in a wind-up plane. Thankfully I'm still not bald but there was a moment that I thought I might have to shave my head.
On my way to college this morning I passed a house with a nice big drive. In the drive there was a basket full of apples with a sign reading ‘Apples, help yourself. They are golden delicious!’ So, I started looking around for seven little men and a dead broad in a glass coffin. I didn't see any but I assume they'll be along later in the day.
Today is my 18th birthday, for anyone who didn’t already know. I don’t really know where the whole idea of birthdays comes from and to me it doesn’t exactly make much sense, ‘WOOHOO you’ve lived another year!’ I suppose it’s from back in the days when people often just randomly died. Back then I suppose living another year was a big thing. Surely though, it was also a good thing to live another day but I suppose celebrating living another day, EVERY day would get kind of expensive. Everyone would end up giving each other REALLY bad presents because they would soon run out of ideas. People would have to shop for gifts EVERY day; nothing would ever get done. Society would crumble. I suppose that’s a good enough reason to only celebrate once a year and not everyday, though I do wonder how long it would take for the world to end.
I don’t think turning 18 means anything much to me, apart from maybe that I can get a job selling alcohol. Not that I particularly WANT a job selling alcohol but it’s just nice to keep my options open. I don’t think there’s anything that I can do now that I haven’t already done and stopped doing. Apart from now I can do it all legally. Woo! I can write my actual birth year on the form you have to fill in before getting a piercing. Speaking of piercings, I want to get another one, and soon.
