How difficult is it to find a job!?!

Again, I got a phonecall from this lady that seems pretty damn interested to offer me a job. It's a Web Consultant job but they're looking for people in a good Creative Writing/English Literature background so I would more definitely qualify. I will be acquiring other jobs along the way, like interpersonal skills and more internet skills e.g. html programming and the like whilst keeping online blogs ;)


This job sounds marginally perfect and you're wondering, 'Why isn't she going for it?' And believe me I would be, if it weren't for one small hiccup.


IT'S ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY!

It sounds like a reeeeeeally bloody good job. I just don't know if my mum would be able to handle me moving away from her again.


*sigh*

It's been a busy August... Weekend-wise...

Friday 13th August - Train journeys from Huddersfield to Manchester Piccadilly / Manchester Piccadilly to Chester / Chester to Ruabon, a night of drinks, nibbles and kittens on bidding Loren a premature farewell on her departure to move in with her boyfriend in Poland.
Saturday 14th August - Car drive from Llangollen to Crewe / Train journeys from Crewe to Manchester Piccadilly / Manchester Piccadilly to Huddersfield, shower, Car drive from Huddersfield to Morley, night of Chinese Chow Mein and chilling out with the big bro.
Sunday 15th August - Letting the big bro finally get round to cutting my hair :), Train journey from Morley to Huddersfield. Go home and DIE


Friday 20th August - Train journey from Huddersfield to Manchester Piccadilly, book a Travellodge for the night, Bus ride to Chorlton, get rained on whilst making a brilliant first impression with friends, Taxi ride back to Manchester, drinks and booking back out of the Travellodge to stay at a stranger's house (a lovely stranger at that), sleep on a cold mattress minus a duvet before upgrading to a leather sofa.
Saturday 21st August - Nearly throw up in new friend's back garden, sausage roll from Gregg's and sausages, bacon and egg for brekkie, Bus from Chorlton to Manchester Piccadilly, walk around for about three hours, Train journeys from Manchester Piccadilly to Crewe / Crewe to Winsford, sit on someone's front doorstep in the rain like a melon for a good half hour, Taxi from Winsford to Hanley, St Trinian's hen night, no alcohol on account of a job interview the following day at 3.40pm in Huddersfield, fall asleep in the Taxi back to the Winsford at 3.30am.
Sunday 22nd August - Get train times wrong and end up sat in Winsford Station waiting for at least an hour, Train journeys from Winsford to Crewe / Crewe to Manchester Piccadilly / Manchester Piccadilly to Huddersfield, only to find that the potential future boss had cancelled on me due to her being too busy to see me. Never mind. Go home and DIE


Saturday 28th August - Up early, walk down to the Mel's for The O.C. Season 3 boxset :) Car ride into town, Train journeys from Huddersfield to Manchester Piccadilly / Manchester Piccadilly to Crewe, meet Hannah and go to friend's wedding reception, argue with the DJ that he did NOT play Cyndi Lauper's 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun' whilst the buffet was open because I would have known and would have danced to it, yadda yadda... Taxi ride to Crewe.
Sunday 29th August - Up early, go to church for the first time in fifteen years, chill out a bit, go to Pizza Hut, go to see Toy Story 3 in 3D *LOVE*, watch Stardust and Much Ado About Nothing, pass out at 10.30pm.
Monday 30th August - Train journeys from Crewe to Manchester Piccadilly / Manchester Piccadilly to Huddersfield. Go home DIE... CHILL.


I wonder what next weekend will bring.

Church, anyone?

O.K., so, despite being completely and utterly in awe of the religious sects and beliefs that we have in the world today, I'm not actually religious. I can remember attending a Sunday service at a church only twice in my life - both times being dragged along with my wonderful Grandma at ages young enough to not really be compelled to want to go again.


And this weekend, I had the opportunity to step back into a church. I was visiting a friend in Crewe and I felt cheeky staying at her house and not spending time with her - even though I did, if you catch my drift. So, we both rose early, wolfed down from cereal and headed to church.


I have to admit, I did feel a little nervous. But there really was no need. Everyone seemed so friendly and happy to be there and meet new people, that I couldn't help but feel welcomed almost back into the church after years of absence.


But when we went into the 'service room' (my religious vocab is notoriously bad) and the service began, I couldn't help feeling like such a Judas amongst Jesus's flock. I was half expecting God to smite me there and then for being in his place of worship and not necessarily believing in any of it, mumbling along with the gospels and keeping my eyes to the ground.


Even towards the end of the ceremony, the pastor asked as everyone had their heads bowed in prayer, that if there was anyone who had not yet connected with Jesus Christ...


AKA - ME...


... that they should look up at the pastor or raise their hands. I, quite frankly, felt sick. I felt like such a satanist surrounded by people hell-bent... erm, I mean, heaven-bent on believing that all of this was real, something that comes so natural to them.


But I don't really think I'm cut out for it. When the pastor was talking about ditching material possessions, I couldn't help but think, my Wii's broke and I need to get that fixed. When another Christian was slating Richard Dawkins, I couldn't help but think, actually, he's a pretty damn-good scientist. And when the pastor was talking about refraining from vanity and lustful thoughts, I couldn't help but wonder if I could convert the guitar-player of the band with my slutty sinful ways...


On the way back home, I told my friend, "It's pretty amazing how people can believe in something so much," to which she replied, "I don't know how people can't."


:/


Mmm...

TOY STORY 3

O.K., so I think John Lasseter and the team at Disney Pixar have officially changed my life forever. 
 
Of course, this film got a lot of hype months before it was even released. I remember watching the trailer in December last year and enthusing with my crazy Danish aunt on when and where we were going to see it. 


So the moment finally arrived last night in glorious 3D of course (no way in hell would I have seen this film in 2D, even if someone would have paid me...)


Two words can only describe my feelings towards the final installment:


FREAKIN' AMAZING!


Yes, I cried ridiculously hard for the last half hour of the film, but that didn't matter. Indeed the parents enjoyed the film a hell of a lot more than the kids. And I'm going to be sooooooo upset that I'm not going to see anymore adventures of the Space Cadet and Cowboy in the years to come. 


I can only sit very impatiently and wait for the three films to be released on DVD boxset in the near future so I can have a Toy Story marathon and cry myself to sleep. 


I'm going to miss you, Woody and Buzz. 


:)

Video From An Admirer

His videos are really amazing. I didn't realise they were so good...


This video's 'GONG sigur ros Canon 7d'. And there are many more on his Youtube profile.


His name is Anthony Campbell.


Check him out. His Youtube channel is http://www.youtube.com/user/eightyoneable.


A million hearts <3 <3 <3

There's just no point in trying to lose weight NOW!

Two months I 'got on' that good ol' diet that is SlimFast and since a wonderful friend of mine pushed me off the wagon a month ago by taking me to Mac-FUCKIN'-Donald's, I haven't been able to get the fuck back on.


Now, my parents have just done a huge food shop, gone out to the pub and left me to resist stuffing my face till they get back where they'd find me in a food coma on the dining room floor.


Hmmph!


I need to get busy again and get a bloody job, before I become morbidly obese!


:(

Shellie's Hen-Do!

Oh dear.


I'm the one on the far right... With my clothes on.


Messy.


;)

One day, I SHALL get a tattoo...

Watching 'Miami Ink' has become my chill-down TV. Thank the Lord for DMAX, DMAX+1 and DMAX+2 on Sky so that I can watch the tattoo masters of Miami, LA and London over and over again.


It's fast imprinted the idea in my head of getting my own tattoo.


It's gonna happen, man.


I can't wait.


:D

Christmas on Christmas Island anyone?

So, this weekend I went to make friends with more people who I would be going travelling with.


And we discovered that there's an island off Australiasia called CHRISTMAS ISLAND.


I can see it now.


Four ridiculously sunburnt British travellers, exhausted and fatigued from making sure we'd arrive on schedule on Christmas Island for Christmas.


Oh, if only people hadn't gone and already done it.


:)

'The Secret'

This book is supposed to be the best book of recent years to change your life on the laws of attraction.


I'm jumping on a bus tomorrow and getting myself one of those bad boys from Waterstone's.


;)

I have found THE perfect job!

There is a copywriting job going down in Dewsbury for a Greetings Card company that I am dieing to get my hands on.


It sounds like the perfect job right now... Of course, any job would be perfect as I've been unemployed for about two months now.


For fuck's sake.


But aye, I'm excited about putting my portfolio together for it.


But I can't get too excited about it though 'cos I did this when I went for the 'House Of Fraser' job and I didn't get that.


House Of FUCKIN' Fraser.


But, yes, I'm excited.


And I get to put another photo of Joseph Gordon-Hewitt on my blog because he had a greetings card copywriting job in '500 Days Of Summer'.


Oh dear.


:/

Hair cut!

I aint got long hair anymore.


 :)


What a shocker.


At first, I felt as though I'd lost all my feminity.


But I actually rather like it.


:D


I guess I'm just destined to be a bit boyish, I suppose.

Furthurmore...

Joseph Gordon-Levitt looks rather uncannilly like my ex.


:/


I think so anyway...

INCEPTION

In great regret and reluctance, I am going to join the back of a very long crowd of people declaring absolute and undying love to Christopher Nolan's new film 'Inception'.


I'm going to try not to mince my words. But I honestly cannot think of one moment in this film that didn't live up to all the expectation that I had of this movie.


Trailers started playing TWO MONTHS before the movie was actually released at the cinemas, building up such a hype for the new Nolan Masterpiece.


I'm just gutted that it took me such a long time to see it.


Shutter Island?


Regrettably for Martin Scorceses, the DVD release of 'Shutter Island' was scheduled far too close to 'Inception's general release to be the highlight of the two.


Because I think a lot of people will be prattling on about this film for many more years to come.


It's just a bloody shame that I didn't think of this idea first and wrote it down in a novel before Christopher Nolan could get his hands around it!

Gi'ssa Tissue :'(

This morning I watched... wait for it...


THE RUGRAT'S MOVIE


And I've been pretty emotional of late, I must confess. And I was sobbing my heart out all the way through.


I just don't know where all this emotion is coming from!


:'(


I think I need a hug.

Fill me in...

I found this poster in Affleck's Palace when I discovered Manchester moving into my student house the second year. It's quite pretty and I vowed to myself that I would colour it in myself before university was out.


However, the novelty wore off, of course. I don't have that much patience.


:/


But understand - this is only a fraction of it. Imagine this pattern going on and on and ON and you may realise my predicament.


Now, I've found a new lease of life. I have vowed that by my deadline of escaping the country in twenty-or-so months time, I will have coloured every little doodle on this poster.


I'm sure I can manage it in my schedule of doing absolutely jack shit aside from my new lease of painting and decorating.


:)


I have twenty months.
Bring it on.

What a difference three years make...

My room is currently under the process of being 'renovated'. I have aging wallpaper from the 70s, I am sleeping on a matress on the floor and all I have to entertain myself is my laptop (with no internet) and The O.C.


Thus, I have decided, as unemployment is still relentlessly driving up my arse, I have decided to take full force with my bedroom.


One of the ways in which I plan to capture the best three years of my life, what was spent making friends-for-life at university, is to make huge framed collages of a gazillion photos taken in that three-year period. Needless to say, I made a notorious boob at Boots and printed an extra £20's worth of photos IN THE WRONG BLOODY SIZE.


FUCK!


Anyway, today I made the first of the, most likely, four framed collages and it took the entirity of two hours to make.


Needless to say, it's one of the prettiest things I've 'made' in my life. I only wish that my children are as stunning as this collage is.


:)


One down, three to go.

I am not a millionnaire...

Unfortunately, I did NOT win the lottery last night.

DAMN IT!

*sobs uncontrollably*

I like to take pictures

I suppose every bum kind of fancies themself as a photographer as it's something that everyone does. And looking ahead, I know that I'm gonna need a pretty damn good one when I go travelling if I wanna bring some fantastic shots back to the UK with me.


HOWEVER, who'd have thunk it that some cameras can cost, quite frankly, shit loads?


There's an advert on telly at the minute that I like. It's the SONY NEX-5 SLR Digital Camera and it's of a woman at a street festival at night in some beautiful South American country. She films skinny Brazilian women and fat tanned men with this pretty fantastic camera and I really wanna get my hands on it!


Alas, it's an SLR and, even though I don't know a lot about cameras, I know that you need to have a lot of money to own one of these contraptions. The cheapest NEX-5 is coined at £439.99 on Amazon, not to mention a wide array of lenses that you can buy proceeding the camera base (again, the cheapest price is in the region of £200 smackers!)...


This price tag makes me nauseous. The most expensive item I've bought in my life are a pair of leather boots from Evans (they're the only boots that'll fit my monstrous calves) and they cost £60 in the sale!


Fingers crossed the price will have gone down my Christmas.

That elusive first post...

So, the best three years of my life have been and gone in the blink of an eye. As I shed a tear thinking about some of the most memorable moments (and least, as alcohol-fuelled evenings resulted in photos such as this), all I can think of doing is beginning again, starting a new part of my life and trying to make something of myself.


What will be therapeutic for me and most likely sheer entertainment for you, I am going to attempt a strict portrayal of events from the beginning of this new life up until the moment in the not-too-distant future when I jet off with tiny footsteps Paris that will hopefully echo in some of the loveliest places in the world.


I aint no Bridget Jones, but be prepared for something similar. My current battle with losing weight, unemployment and incapability to sustain a relationship with a member of the opposite sex will most likely feature.


And if you're lucky, I may let you read some snippits of writing of mine.


;)


In a bizzle!