I don't wanna start doing that thing where I start telling my life story again every time I don't write on my blog for long periods of time. But there are a couple of things that have changed in the last month or so...
I am now a resident of Manchester.
I have a routine, FINALLY.
I passed my probation at work.
:D
But worry that I'm getting a little bit of an attitude that I always bitch about with other people and that I always never wanted to have. So I need to pull my socks up a bit.
I've started doing some serious planning on a comedy TV series for the BBC/Channel 4.
And one of my older brothers is getting married.
XD
Started crying when I found out.
LOOOOVE.
Photos of my beautiful house and sexy Gok Wan specs from work to follow.
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Sunday, 26 December 2010
I've only gone and eaten my own words, haven't I?
One of the nicest Christmases...
EVER
... this year.
No arguing with my mum. No bedbound spells with the flu. It all went ridiculously swimmingly.
:D
Wickedddddd.
Hope everyone else had a cool day too!
And can't WAIT to hit the sales on Tuesday!
YAAAAAY!
EVER
... this year.
No arguing with my mum. No bedbound spells with the flu. It all went ridiculously swimmingly.
:D
Wickedddddd.
Hope everyone else had a cool day too!
And can't WAIT to hit the sales on Tuesday!
YAAAAAY!
Friday, 24 December 2010
It's Christmas Eve...
I am a firm believer that Christmas Eve is better than Christmas Day. Without a shadow of a doubt. The annual trepedation and excitement that builds up on that night while you're sat on the sofa in a brand new and crisp pair of PJs, watching 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' or 'A Christmas Carol', is so much better than the anti-climactic day afterwards, where the excitement of gifts disappears after minutes and the most eagerly-awaited meal of the year proves to be just another Sunday Roast with additional pigs-in-blankets.
Now, this is the first year where I've been this much of a BAH HUMBUG. The weather's been shocking, which has led to stressing about whether or not I can get home after work from Manchester etc. etc. I haven't been able to get paid until the 21st December, hence, having to buy Christmas presents in the mad rushes of the Arndale centre in my precious half-an-hour breaks at work. And breaking my inner pact with myself to ensure that I was out and in my own flat by Christmas time is still tearing me apart.
It should be a joyous occasion, I know.
But I DESPISE Christmas family traditions!
Because I know for a fact, that my mother will be pissed by noon so all the other minutes spent in the day will be ruined. Since moving back to live with my parent's after university, I have regressed into a teenager and am going through the teenage rebellion stage six years too late. I want my hair cut again (mostly because I know that it annoys my mum), I want my tattoo and some more ear piercings and I've started pissing off to my bedroom for hours on end within the day.
This, however, I will not be able to do tomorrow because, let's face it, it's Christmas bloody day. I'm not getting any presents because I'm saving up for my flat/house in the New Year. And the dinner tomorrow is going to be an even bigger shambles than it was yesterday.
Chances of having an argument with my mum on Christmas day - 4/1
Chances of suffering from the flu - 8/2 FAVOURITE
Chances of sitting through the Queen's speech - 3/1 (regrettably)
And chances of Saturday 25th December 2010 being a generally all-round good day - 100/1
No one really gambles anyway.
Now, this is the first year where I've been this much of a BAH HUMBUG. The weather's been shocking, which has led to stressing about whether or not I can get home after work from Manchester etc. etc. I haven't been able to get paid until the 21st December, hence, having to buy Christmas presents in the mad rushes of the Arndale centre in my precious half-an-hour breaks at work. And breaking my inner pact with myself to ensure that I was out and in my own flat by Christmas time is still tearing me apart.
It should be a joyous occasion, I know.
But I DESPISE Christmas family traditions!
Because I know for a fact, that my mother will be pissed by noon so all the other minutes spent in the day will be ruined. Since moving back to live with my parent's after university, I have regressed into a teenager and am going through the teenage rebellion stage six years too late. I want my hair cut again (mostly because I know that it annoys my mum), I want my tattoo and some more ear piercings and I've started pissing off to my bedroom for hours on end within the day.
This, however, I will not be able to do tomorrow because, let's face it, it's Christmas bloody day. I'm not getting any presents because I'm saving up for my flat/house in the New Year. And the dinner tomorrow is going to be an even bigger shambles than it was yesterday.
Chances of having an argument with my mum on Christmas day - 4/1
Chances of suffering from the flu - 8/2 FAVOURITE
Chances of sitting through the Queen's speech - 3/1 (regrettably)
And chances of Saturday 25th December 2010 being a generally all-round good day - 100/1
No one really gambles anyway.
Saturday, 23 October 2010
My family is falling apart...
Everything was fine at home with my parents before going to university. Now, after three years away, I move back, and it seems that the very things that are holding them together are threads that are being stretched beyond their limit.
My dad goes to the pub everyday of the week when he's not pissed.
My mum either goes with my dad or sits at home depressed because he's gone to the pub or goes with him.
And brother is spoilt soooo rotten that he asks money from my parents everyday and treats them like shit.
Our parents don't ask us to pay board (despite me being 21 and my brother being 20) but I want to pay board so much to show them that I appreciate them not asking us for it.
But I'm having a huge struggle with my parents' drinking problems that I wish I had somewhere to go just to fuck off and get away from it all.
My dad is a gentle giant and his drinking doesn't bother me all that much. But the older he gets, the more he's going to end up turning into one of those old men who you see in the pub every day of the week, alone. And I really feel sorry for those blokes.
And my mum's drinking makes me want to move out of the house. She is an outrageous character anyway, who I can deal with most of the time. But when she drinks, this character is intensified and I can't deal with it. She's ten times louder, ten times ruder and everyone else seems to think that's O.K. There's a reputation that she thinks she has to keep up and it annoys the fuck out of me.
She won't even quit drinking for two weeks after being told by the doctor that she needs to!
It's so frustrating.
I need to get the hell out of this house.
:(
Not a happy bunny at all.
My dad goes to the pub everyday of the week when he's not pissed.
My mum either goes with my dad or sits at home depressed because he's gone to the pub or goes with him.
And brother is spoilt soooo rotten that he asks money from my parents everyday and treats them like shit.
Our parents don't ask us to pay board (despite me being 21 and my brother being 20) but I want to pay board so much to show them that I appreciate them not asking us for it.
But I'm having a huge struggle with my parents' drinking problems that I wish I had somewhere to go just to fuck off and get away from it all.
My dad is a gentle giant and his drinking doesn't bother me all that much. But the older he gets, the more he's going to end up turning into one of those old men who you see in the pub every day of the week, alone. And I really feel sorry for those blokes.
And my mum's drinking makes me want to move out of the house. She is an outrageous character anyway, who I can deal with most of the time. But when she drinks, this character is intensified and I can't deal with it. She's ten times louder, ten times ruder and everyone else seems to think that's O.K. There's a reputation that she thinks she has to keep up and it annoys the fuck out of me.
She won't even quit drinking for two weeks after being told by the doctor that she needs to!
It's so frustrating.
I need to get the hell out of this house.
:(
Not a happy bunny at all.
Sunday, 12 September 2010
My family is falling apart...
The title's pretty self-explanatory.
My little brother is turning into a genuine fight-seeking, trouble-finding lager-lout of a hooligan. He aint so little anymore, being the big 2-0. But he's still a little shit. He's robbing my parents blind. My mum asked him to take some of her gold to one of those gold shops in town and he kept the £180 that she got for them! He treats the house like a hotel and I can't remember the last half-decent conversation I had with him. His friends are wankers, his girlfriends are his enemy's ex's, which resulted in an explosive showdown last night at 3.30am. This knobhead had found out he'd slept with his ex, he'd been beaten up to a pulp and then proceeded to smash the house up 'cos my dad wouldn't give him his car keys to his shitty little Corsa (WHO HE BOUGHT OFF THE FUCKER WHO DID HIS NOSE IN IN THE FIRST PLACE!) because he hasn't insured it for the last two months...
I've told my parents that I can't live in the house with him here as well. I hate to say it because I never thought I'd think it... But I don't think I view him as a little brother anymore. I can't physically stand him.
I want him THE FUCK out of this house.
Then again it's not my decision to make. And because both my parents know that if he does get kicked out, he's going to lose his job, go off the trails, get into drugs and alcoholism and basically every other fiendish thing under the sun... It looks like I'm going to have to find somewhere else to live.
:'(
My little brother is turning into a genuine fight-seeking, trouble-finding lager-lout of a hooligan. He aint so little anymore, being the big 2-0. But he's still a little shit. He's robbing my parents blind. My mum asked him to take some of her gold to one of those gold shops in town and he kept the £180 that she got for them! He treats the house like a hotel and I can't remember the last half-decent conversation I had with him. His friends are wankers, his girlfriends are his enemy's ex's, which resulted in an explosive showdown last night at 3.30am. This knobhead had found out he'd slept with his ex, he'd been beaten up to a pulp and then proceeded to smash the house up 'cos my dad wouldn't give him his car keys to his shitty little Corsa (WHO HE BOUGHT OFF THE FUCKER WHO DID HIS NOSE IN IN THE FIRST PLACE!) because he hasn't insured it for the last two months...
I've told my parents that I can't live in the house with him here as well. I hate to say it because I never thought I'd think it... But I don't think I view him as a little brother anymore. I can't physically stand him.
I want him THE FUCK out of this house.
Then again it's not my decision to make. And because both my parents know that if he does get kicked out, he's going to lose his job, go off the trails, get into drugs and alcoholism and basically every other fiendish thing under the sun... It looks like I'm going to have to find somewhere else to live.
:'(
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