So, I only made it over halfway through my one hundred days before illness got to me and ruined everything.
I’ve so many backdated entries to do and the thought of having to go back and actually write individual blogs about the last week makes me unbelievably sad. I just want it over now please.
On Tuesday night, I finished work and went for food with Janet and Julie. I wasn’t really hungry, but managed to force some overcooked chips down. And some lemonade. Delightful… I was home by 10.30pm and in bed by 11, but awoke at 1am to throw up inexplicably. This occurred again at 4am and then at 7 and continued every hour or so throughout the day. My dad had been off his work from Monday due to some horrendous sickness bug, which had him vomitting every three hours for eleven hours. I thought that this would be okay, but no, mine continued well into Friday. On Saturday, I left my bed for pretty much the first time since 11pm on Tuesday and had a shower, convincing myself that I’d be fine to go to work on Sunday, figuring that if I didn’t leave the house, I never would.
So I turned up, much to the surprise of everyone there, only to continue feeling drained all morning and eventually being talked into going home at lunchtime. I came home and slept for the rest of the day. I felt the same today, so didn’t go into work. I really should tomorrow, even if I don’t feel brilliant. Just bullet biting.
Things not to do with throwing up:
-My nails seem to have grown.
-I am considerably thinner than I was. I think this is due to having only consumed water, a few handfuls of grapes and a couple of oranges (the latter was a bad idea. acid buuuuurn) in the last six days. And to think, I was gonna join a gym!
-I’ve watched so much QI, How I Met Your Mother and, depressingly, My Super Sweet 16 over the past week that I’m going to go mental. I’ve even become quite patient when adverts come on. Probably due to the feeling of relief that comes with them during My Super Sweet 16…
-The ridiculously slow internets on this laptop is infuriating. It’s really something when our PC is faster than it…
-I am currently watching South Park for the first time in ages. Funnily enough, it’s one of the first ever episodes I saw, Cartman Gets An Anal Probe. I’ll keep track of how many people get to my blog by Googling ‘anal probe’. That’s right, anal. Anally probing.
-I am very disappointed to give up on 100 Days, but I’ll still go to the gig on day 100… shuffling my feet in an ashamed manner.
For one day only, no musical opening. That is simply because I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO DO ANYTHING ON THIS FUCKING MACBOOK YET.
That being said, today’s love-entry (that sounds like some horrendous euphemism) is dedicated to THIS FUCKING MACBOOK!
Yes, Grandmaster Flash McBook (to give him his full title) has arrived and at the end of the day I have managed to grasp the tiniest bit of internet (actual terminology) and am doing this FROM MY BED WHILE WATCHING QI.
Imagine! On the internet! Crazy crazy crazy shit. Some fawning over it tomorrow, perhaps, but that entry will largely be dedicated to the man, the myth, the maverick, Kelsey Grammer. Stay tuned, gang…
So home I did go for but half an hour, had some food, got ready and hopped on another bus. I met up with Shane and we walked to Korova, predicting how the night would go. Jenny and Julie were already there, so we got some wine and joined them. Eventually Matt, Joss and Janet turned up and we stayed there for a while. Time flew for a bit, which was really strange. I do not recall the order of events from then on. I did join Joss downstairs at one point to meet Richard, which was delightful, but I think we left soon after to get to Exodus while it was still free entry.
We didn’t get to stay there for very long either. There was a mini-drama when Shane lost his camera… which I found down the back of one of the seats several moments later, then he inexplicably decided to hide in the fire exit, was followed by Julie and promptly kicked out. Earlier on, he’d said I could stay at his so I needed to find him, but he didn’t answer his phone. Neither did Julie. Matt and I went to look for them but to no avail. We went back to Exodus, but I left to get some food and attempted to make my way to Shane’s. Julie eventually phoned and I found his flat, which he was locked out of. Another call to Julie was made and she let us in. What followed were several hours of confusion but hilarity.
For some reason, we decided that it’d be a good idea to stay up until 5am… even though we had work four hours later. Morons.
I kept waking up, paranoid that we’d slept in, but we ended up getting ready on time. I threw up but once in Shane’s bathroom and felt better for about ten minutes. The rest of the day was horrible and it dragged on. We both wished that Lee had come out because, for fear of being accused of having no willpower, I would have got the bus home at a sensible hour and Shane probably would have kept his trousers on. I had a five minute nap on the sofa during my lunch and that seemed to fix everything, I was fine from that moment onwards. Excellent! The afternoon still dragged though, with not much to do, but eventually we got out and I caught a bus straight away. Lovely.
So, today’s love-blog is dedicated to all my colleagues. I’ve had a lorra lorra laughs with them, especially of late and hope no-one leave anytime soon because it’s all very very fun.
Today I went to see my lovely lovely Granny. (Remember, it’s love week, therefore the word ‘lovely’ will be even more over-used than it normally is.)
I’d not seen her since just before christmas when we panto-ed the hell out of an evening but it was good to visit. Plus, she made homemade chips, which is always a win. I hope we get her a place in Aberdeen. It’d be weird not having to travel an hour to go see her, but ace if she just lived round the corner. Not in an Everybody Loves Raymond type way though, I’d actually enjoy seeing her frequently. I don’t know how plausible her getting a place up here is though, so I’ll not get ahead of myself.
Mother dropped me off at North Donside Road and I got a bus into town at about 4.30ish. I got on a 13A, possibly for the first time ever. It went the same route as I normally go, but it just seemed that little bit more exciting. And it didn’t stop as much, so I got into town in about twenty minutes. I went in search of an interesting pair of Converse, but they were all a bit dull. Except
I did end up buying a Spiderman t-shirt though for £cheap, so that felt productive. I walked up to the bus stop and saw that I’d just missed a bus. I thought about going in past work but changed my mind, until I got the fear about having put down the wrong day for a holiday when I go to LDN in March. It was quite near closing and Janet looked bored, so I attempted to cheer her up with plans for the fun evening ahead and shoe-talk. I then went downstairs and found I had taken the right day off. Good old paranoia…
I accosted Lee and tried to get him to come out with us, but it was a lost cause unless we went out straight from work. I wanted to get home for some food though so didn’t join him and he ended up just going home. Square.
So, lovely Josie Long has given us something else to do…
I must admit though, I’m not feeling the love today. But I will accept a challenge.
I received word that I’d not got one of the jobs I applied for recently. They didn’t even invite me to an interview, which I feel is a major kick in the teeth as it was such a pissingly easy job and they seem to believe I wouldn’t be up for it. I can’t help but feel that if I can’t even get this job, I may as well give up all hope. But on the other hand, I know I’m just being a prick and that something has to happen soon… if not, I am planning one helluva bank-job to pay to get to London…
So, now that’s the bad juju out of the way.
If this is love week, these blogs should probably be a bit more positive. In that case, for the next seven days, I am going to make an effort to write about nice things instead of those that depress me or maybe do something good involving LOVELY people and talk about it.
Today, I decided to send my friend Noel a message on an old social networking site I don’t use anymore. I’d not seen him since about 2007 and then ran into him in Exodus a couple of months back where he gave me a massive hug and we said we’d have to catch up. This never actually happened. So I sent him a message today basically telling him to get back in touch with me ‘cos I miss him! I feel positive about it. SPREADING SOME LOVE. I wonder if I’ll make it through seven days…
I attempted to book a £1 room at the Hoxton Hotel, but for some reason they’ve gone to far too much effort to make their sale booking page flash and therefore rubbish if there’s a lot of site traffic. Safe to say I never got a room. Ah well, too good to be true!
After the exciting news of a bomb threat in the centre of Aberdeen, I scooted off into town and met Julie for what she had said would be “lunch and some shopping”. It turned out to mainly be lunch and a wander, followed by Korova for a bit. Ah, if this is shopping, I like it! Bumped into Danny in Korova and heard about what he’d been up to. He seems happy, so that was nice.
In the evening, we had further pub adventures. Is this what my life has become? It was very very funny though. A conversation involving what ‘DVD’ might really stand for and the hokey-cokey on the way home need to be written into some sort of tv programme. Get it on the list, etc…
There’s a clip of Chris Morris’s new film, Four Lions, on the Guardian website. I cannot wait. Check it oot here.
I spent a lot of today deliberating over whether or not to purchase something big. I also listened to Dave Gorman’s radio show. The thing with Gorman is, I really like his happy happy happy tv and radio personality, then I started following him on Twitter and he seemed to do nothing but moan, so I unfollowed before it ruined him completely for me. (Twitter ruined Seth Rogen for me) But I really really really (today we do things in threes) like Danielle Ward and Martin White, so I’ll listen. And it is good.
But the purchase! Again, this will ultimately drag this into becoming a money-woe blog. Strap yourself in.
I’ve never owned a laptop. I used to want one lots, but then went off the idea and it has only been recently that it’s begun to sound appealing again. Also, I have in the past never cared much for the Mac Or PC?! argument. I don’t care enough, but have always used a PC. Not out of principle or anything, it’s just all I’ve ever had. I’ve decided to give Macbooks a chance though. They’re alright! Plus they seem to be better for editing software and the likes and perhaps that would push me into being more creative…
So, I spent most of the day staring at this and thinking about costs.
The fact that today is payday didn’t help my “I should just buy this, shouldn’t I?” mood.
So after much consultation with various friends and basically, my parents encouraging this kind of fuckery, I bought it.
I immediately felt guilty for spending money and they talked me out of feeling this way due to the fact that I never buy anything big and all my money gets spent on books and dvds. So, I posted a quick message on Twitter saying simply: “Just bought a Macbook. *bites fist* My parents bullied me into it though. And I do never buy anything big… Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.“
Within two minutes I had several messages from people congratulating me on a wise choice.
I’ve never been given so much praise for buying something, let alone for buying a computer… I think a lot of these guys are more proud of me than my parents ever have been!
It will be weird though, having a computah that doesn’t look like a computah and instead looks like a fuckin’ cigarette case.
Now we wait for the inevitable money freak-out.
Just bought a Macbook. *bites fist* My parents bullied me into it though. And I do never buy anything big… Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.
(When in Helsinki in 2002, we’d go see some band called Backup [or Bakcup as one side of their van had written on it] a few nights. They played in a little square and just did cover versions. My dad swears to this day that he saw one of the guys singing “I’ll never dance with her mother… and I saw her standing there.”)
I feel happy, despite still not getting much sleep. I’ve been in exceptionally good mood all week. I know it’s only Tuesday, but still…
There’s nothing like the banal conversations you can have with strangers or people you sort-of know. Maybe it’s just me, but I realised tonight that I genuinely enjoy it when the very friendly guy who works at our local Chinese take-away talks to me. Even when the conversation is about onion rings.
We took the town to town last night. The meeting of the Sunday Club commenced once more after work. Shane and I have decided that we are veterans. We went to the Justice Mill and I didn’t think we’d be there long, but oh, how wrong I was. Lee said that he was just staying out for one, but we all knew this wasn’t true and plied him with gin so he stayed. I took both him and Shane up to see the amazingly posh ladies bathroom and they felt like they were in the future. Why was there a couch in there? I’ve no idea, but I bet it had at least ten types of herpes on it…
We dragged Lee to Exodus and the bouncers commented on how he didn’t look very happy on the way in, but he was loving it within five minutes. House of Pain returned.
Sadly, they didn’t play that, but did play Apache. I was on my way to get some water as it came on and immediately ran back to where everyone was to dance to it.
I planned on leaving quite a while before the place shut so I wouldn’t have to get in a massive queue for a taxi, but they played the Beatles and I started to be undressed (well, i had my jacket pulled off in some attempt to make me stay) so ended up not leaving until about 10 minutes before closing. Chris and Shane went for chips and Lee walked me to a taxi, where I got a phonecall a few minutes later from Shane to tell me he’d been propositioned by a lady of the night on Union Street. What a perfect way to end the day!
Today, though, was not good. I woke up earlier than anticipated, had a shower, filled in another application form and felt I’d justified going to bed again and watching Life On Mars before work. Oh, lifestyle flu, why must you strike? I got to work and Lee was fine, which confused me and Chris as he’d to be there for 8am. Thankfully, there wasn’t a lot to be done and the shop was quiet, so I could do things slowly and had a “if I need to throw up…” plan. Fortunately, this didn’t need to go ahead in the end and by the time 8pm came around, I was feeling better. Ah, life, eh?
I bought a scarf yesterday.
I’ve been looking for a plain red one for a while now, possibly because a small part of me wants one that will make me feel like I’m in the Muppets Christmas Carol. AramintaTwittin on Twitter pointed me in the direction of Marks and Spencer. She said she’d got a nice red one from there, it was cashmere and cost around £20, but said it was worth it. I agreed that that would be lovely.
I made my way to M&S quite late in the afternoon and wandered around looking to see if they had a floor specifically for scarves. Disappointingly, they didn’t. But they did have a few on display near a till on the second floor. I only saw one red one and it said it was cashmere so I assumed it would be the right one. There wasn’t a price on it, but on the website, it had been £19.95 and there was a sign saying something about £15 and cashmere. I’ve never paid this much money for such a garment, especially not one that up until now, I’d managed to live without for the entire freezin’ season.
I took a few moments to decide and eventually went for it. I took it to the till. It was £25.
The shop was shutting soon, so the incredibly British side of me didn’t want to make a nuisance of myself and accepted this price, paid for it and went to leave. As soon as I walked towards the escalators, I contemplated returning it. £25? Really..? I felt no emotional attachment towards this thin piece of material and am a miser of sorts, so wondered if this wasn’t an item of clothing that made me stop, gasp and exclaim that I had to have it, then why did I spend more money than I wanted to on it? I’d definitely have to return it… but I realised I’d look peculiar if I returned to the till and said, “Oh, sorry, I thought it was £15?”
I’d be looked upon as if I was insane and the sales assistant would silently ponder, “Why didn’t she ask before paying for it..?” A horrifying prospect, I’m sure you’ll agree.
I made my way out of the shop and fired off a text to my mother, “Is it bad etiquette to return something five minutes after purchase?” while already thinking that it’d be alright, I’d just have to go home, hang it up and stare at it for a while until I liked it.
Mother didn’t seem to think that it was poor form, but by this time, I’d gone to the station to collect some train tickets. For March. To London. More on that another time…
When I got home, I got a second opinion on the betrayal-scarf. My mother took one look at it and said “I think Asda are selling scarves like that for about £2…”
I’ve since checked the M&S website and have found it was not the one that was recommended to me in the first place.
I will go back with it tomorrow on my lunch-break. Red faced and shamed by the fact that I cannot impulsively buy things unless my heart is really in it…
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