GET THE FUCK OFF MY TV.
Regrettably, my mother is a fan and if she's not watching it pissed as a fart on Saturday night, she's hogging the telly with it on Sunday. ITV - Why the hell do you need to repeat stuff all over again? If people didn't watch it first time round, it means they don't wanna! If you're struggling to find new shows to fill in these many hours, then bang your friggin' heads together and START COMING UP WITH SHOWS THAT YOUR VIEWERS ACTUALLY WANNA WATCH!
I am sick of having to scrutinise what other people call entertainment. The fashion war between Dannii and Cheryl?! Do on. Get over yourselves. Instead of spending all that money on dresses and hair, spend it on something that really matters. Save a bit of your self-respect. You're there to judge. And if you ask my, Cheryl Cole's not doing it properly. You're paid to give your honest critique on how the 'contestants' are singing, not sit there and look pretty. Grow a backbone and live up to the plate.
As for the contestants, it's commercial madness. The amount of 'bad press' that's been speculating around these people is ridiculous! Perhaps you should tell your friends and family to keep their traps shut and be a little more gracious about what's being said about you.
Find something better to put on my TV set on a Saturday night.
It's the judge's show and no one elses.
Sit the FUCK down, Cheryl.
I go months and months without a job and then when I do get a job, I get another phonecall for another interview!
Specsavers got back in touch with me and asked if it would be OK for me to start on Tuesday 7th December instead of the Tuesday coming as the other new-starters can't start until then.
THEN I got a phonecall from a lady from this Bridalwear place in the Arndale too and asked me for an interview Tuesday coming...
I need to start working ASAP and am gutted that Specsavers have put me back another week. But don't know whether to go for this interview with the Bridalwear store to weigh up my chances.
:/
What's a girl to do?
I've been pretty impressed with myself actually. I can't remember when I started re-reading 'The Deathly Hallows', but I was up in bed last night till the early hours finishing it. And at the end of it, it was like the ending of an era all over again.
It suddenly occured to me that when I first started reading the books, I didn't read them in order. It wasn't as bad as you think. I started with 'Chamber of Secrets' and read through to 'Goblet of Fire'. I think the books were free with a newspaper and, being the bookworm that I was, my parents ordered for me to get my noses into.
No way did I expect greatness. I remember looking at them and thinking, They're only a another series of books that are going to do O.K, etc. etc. etc.
How wrong was I and, probably, a lot of other people on the planet.
I haven't read the books for a long time. The last time I did was for the release of 'Deathly Hallows' so, being the nerd that I am, needed to refresh my mind of all the goings on in the previous books. And, having been slightly disappointed about 'Half-Blood Prince', I wanted something bigger and better.
The main thing that reading this last book has done to me, has reminded me how much I've changed. I can't place the year when I first started reading them but now I've finished at the age of 22, reading the minds and goings-on of 17 year olds.
Their life, their world, is so much better than ours. In the heat of the moment, people scream all over the place, "Fuck this, I'm going to Hogwarts." Oh, if only this was true.
Cinemas across the country are prebooked weeks in advance for 'Deathly Hallows: Part 1' and, sadly, I'm not one of them. Everytime I watch the trailer, I go a little bit crazy inside and wish that I was seeing it right now.
Absolutely gutted, I haven't prebooked tickets. Me and my friends normally go together but everyone's all over the world AKA the UK, at the minute and it's very hard to keep in touch.
I think I'd probably go and see it alone if I had to.
:)
LEGO STAR WARS.
My parents bought me a new Wii for my birthday and I've been one of the biggest nerds since. There's a way of transferring your saved games from one console to another.
But for the meantime, I'm busting my way through this bad boy. I'm already through the prequel levels and have started kicking some arse as Princess Leia.
'The Sims 3' has been distinctly forgotten on my laptop.
After five months of searching, five months of penniless hours, five months of feeling like the biggest waste of space in the ENTIRE WORLD...
I HAVE A FULL-TIME, PERMANENT JOB AT SPECSAVERS, BABYYYYYY!
Absolutely ecstatic!
Can't wait to move down there!
Yaaaaaaaaaay!
Yes, it's happened. The thing that I have been looking forward to for about two months... My 22nd Birthday has been and gone in the blink of an eye. And I was left disappointed.
WARNING - This post is whiney and depressing. You may want to opt out of it now to save yourself from my teenage-like angsts.
I'm going to stop planning things for my birthday because for, perhaps, the third year running now, I have been left sorely disappointed.
It was pretty doomed from the start. The whole dress fiasco was stressing me out. I'm never really selfish but wanted to stand out on my birthday in the best possible dress I could have ever wanted. But it didn't happen. I was left with a dress that did not hide my huge belly. It was nice, but not the one I wanted.
I was ridiculously unorganised and didn't really let people know what was going on etc. etc. Entirely out of character and suffered from it in the long-run.
Normally, I always prat around in a pair of PJs until just before we're leaving so I don't ruin my dress, but carried on getting pestered by everyone to get changed into the dress that was too lowcut for my HUUUUUGE boobs. I looked like a bloody hooker.
I suppose it came together in the end. The very end.
But what has been the story of my life is that I am a heavyweight drinker. It takes me a SHIT LOAD to get drunk. Normally I can improvise and get around this by drinking wine or vodka or cider. But wine is not a 'going out' drink, vodka makes me ill the day after I've been drinking it and cider makes me bloated, which, let's face it, I already had my tits and arse on show - I didn't want my belly any bigger than what it normally is.
And what's really fucked me off is that I had absolutely NO MONEY to buy drinks once we were out. I took a lot of money out but it was my birthday money. I didn't want to piss it up the wall on drinks.
For once in my life, I've found myself sorely disappointed that my birthday is in November, where, at the moment, is the WORST TIME OF THE YEAR to have a birthday because everyone's so fuckin' skint.
Not to mention that fact that people pulled out of coming last week... a week where I was not looking forward to my birthday soooooo badly that I was close to cancelling on everyone and boxing myself up in my room and refusing to leave it on Saturday.
This will shock people who actually came out for my birthday (though I doubt any of them read my blog) because I did, kinda, have a good time. But I don't go out on nights out anymore which kills me because I love to dance and drink and see my friends.
I miss them. And the weekend was just not fun enough for me.
I couldn't even go and see Harry Potter on Sunday because I had to get back to Huddersfield for a JobSeekers consultation on Monday.
:'(
I genuinely think I may have a very very mild case of depression. It doesn't help that I'm unemployed, fat, single and don't have a social life at the moment.
The best thing of the night is this photo I suppose. I guess from the smile on my face it shows that I was having the time of my life. But in hindsight, I wish I'd have been more drunk and a little happier with myself. This will bring a lot of people down; I've even got a bit upset writing it.
I need to sort myself out.
No, wait. I need to get a job.
I didn't realise it would affect me this much. It's been five months.
I'M FINALLY GETTING EXCITED ABOUT MY BIRTHDAY ON SATURDAY!
Went into Manc on Tuesday to have a nosey around for pretty stuff for the weekend. Spent £100...
:(
... of which, I don't have, £50 on a dress that didn't fit. I was determined to find a way of making it fit, but I just simply cannot wear a zip-up dress until I've lost a little bit of weight. There was no way that that zip was actually going to go all the way up my back.
But it wasn't a completely wasted trip. I picked up a new going-out bag, that I was in dire need of i.e. I was sick of wearing the Primark one that nearly every girl on the planet has. I got a pair of magic knickers and handed out my CV to Specsavers which I had the interview for today.
Today, I decided that I wasn't destined to wear a red dress for my 22nd after all and refused point blank to buy a black one. So I settled for this one, a damn sight cheaper than a lot of the others instore. It doesn't look much in the picture but on, it looks reeeeally nice.
:)
So, YES, I am starting to get ridiculously excited about Saturday night. Admittedly a lot of people have pulled out at the last minute, but that's life.
Whether I make it to the casino or not at the end of the night, I know that it's gonna be a corker.
Also, may end up going to see HARRY POTTER & THE DEATHLY HALLOWS on Sunday afternoon as well as the puuuuuuur-fect hangover cure... Let's just hope I don't fall asleep in it, I may cry with disappointment with myself.
EEEEEEEEEK!
