Yes, ok, I know this isn't a song, but honestly I've actually run out of numbers for the amount of times people have said "May the fourth be with you" today. (and yes, I know technically it is the fifth right now, but it's 8minutes to 2 and I haven't been to sleep yet so it doesn't count) I yet again appologise for the slackness of my ways and my lack of writing, but be nice, I've been poorly. Glandular Fever is not nice to have... Especially when you've given it to your boyfriend as well. We worked out why I have it anyway. When I was in San Francisco, I became really ill because of the amount of gluten-filled food I consumed. So my immune system was too busy attacking my innocent little stomach to notice the invasion of the army of Glandular Fever bugs that entered my body because I'd been sharing the same air as everyone else for the past 9 hours. Luckily, my alcohol-free month ends next week and my now thoroughly detox-ed and rather healthy physique is soon going to be trashed. I must admit though, it's not the lack of alcohol that's upset me over the past month, it's the lack of Sugarcubes.
Sugarcubes is my local nightclub where they play alternative music and I can't walk from one end to the other without running into at least an hours worth of people talking. I love the place and I'm pretty sure it was starting to love me when I left it for a month of bed-rest and detox... which turned into a month of barbeques, house parties and pyjama parties instead. The house party was with Luke and his friend from university, Liz for her 21st birthday. We spent the night eating Mexican food and Nachos, while watching Family Guy on telly. The Pyjama party was with my usual gang from Cubes who decided they couldn't be bothered hitting the clubs that night but wanted to hang out anyway, so we bought a shed load of snacks and fruit juice and just went nuts... well, when I say we went nuts we spent the night happily insulting one another and watching things on the internet that would make our mother's hair curl.... which now I think about it doesn't actually work in my case because a)my mother's hair is already curly and b) by the time we got to watching naughty things I had fallen asleep on the bed, the girls saying I was adorable and the boys considering how likely I would be to wake up if they started drawing hitler moustaches on me. Shame they didn't realise I was actually awake the entire time isn't it? But then my friend Max realised I was shivering quite badly in my pyjamas on the matress in front of the window (our host's bed) and decided to half drag/half carry me back to my flat. It was a fantastic night! The barbeque was really good though and made me very happy. You see, after the beginning of the year enslaught in my old flat with the 3 slags I used to live with, I had sort of accepted I wasn't ever going to make friends with anyone in my flats in first year. However, Josh (who lives to the left of me) asked if I wanted to join him, his girlfriend and their friends for a barbeque outside our flats and I agreed. The food was stunningly good, the people were awesome and we all had a really good time. I didn't get to bed until 12midnight and then it was only because I was too tired to carry on.
Anyway, since we last conversed... I would say spoke but a blog is really fairly one-sided... I have had a job as a photographer! That's right, I've sort of lived a bit of the dream. I spent an afternoon taking pictures for an almost-life-long friend of mine, Amy. Her band needed some promotional stuff so I took the pictures and she paid me £30 for doing so. Not exactly the amount a professional would have charged but a reasonable sum of money for an afternoons work. I was really quite proud of the pictures I took too. I also took some pictures for mum's friend Cassandra, but I did the very clever thing of not backing-up the pictures and loosing the memory card so I'm going to have to re-do that shoot... and I think it's only fair I do it for free. Getting a general job however, seems to be one of those "easier said than done" ordeals. All the places that have jobs going at the moment seem to either want full time placements or seem to hire the day before I get to them with my own CV. I wish things were as easy said as done because the amount of times people have said to me "Get a job" is starting to be annoying. Nowhere wants to employ someone with no past experience but I can't get any past experience because no-one wants anyone without it. The world is a very cruel place and I'm starting to get desperate. The only job offer either me or Luke has received is at a highschool back in Luke's home town and now we've got used to having each other around at the end of a phone-call, I'm not sure how we'll manage going back to doing the long-distance thing all over again.
Anyway, I appologise, but it is now 2:12am and I have a long day of staring at a computer-screen, willing the programme (Final Cut Pro) to jump at my face and start making sense. We all know that isn't going to happen however. Fun times. Goodnight world.
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