Tuesday, January 30, 2007
So, I decided to take another job... At McDonalds. I'm doing the night shift there, from 11pm to 3am, so now when I get back from day job (urban outfitters) at 6pm, I have some dinner (frozen peas and whatever's in fridge usually does the trick) and then go straight to bed, wake up at 10:30, run off to mcd's (hair net et al) and when I get back, do some serious facial treatment (you don't know how much the grease can wreak havoc on your skin) and go straight back to bed and wake up at 7:30.
This leaves me absolutely no time for dates with CIB, but I've 'got a cold coming on' so when I'm not at U.O (urban outfitters) then I'll be with CIB, snuggled up on the couch watching movies with Phish Food. I've yet to show him my phish food eating talents, though.
Pops is taking a cleaning job at Shelly's (where she works in the day, so she gets fabulous discounts on shoes, such as these red patent ones I'm wearing now) to help pay for the rent, and Eve can't really do anything more, she works in the Apple Market in Be never too busy to be beautiful and she's up there non-stop doing whatever the senior people want with her.
all in all, we haven't seen eachother in forever and we've planned a big girls night in this Saturday (I know! it's so far away!) and we're stocking up on-
*nail polish, face packs, makeup etc
*chick flicks- the notebook, legally blonde, you know the drill
* jim-jams (supplied by me, the wonderful urban outfitters discount girl)
and of course hair products, who could forget that. Pops' mum owns a hair salon so Pops learned how to do hair really well, we get free cuts from her (see, we're very thrifty, I don't know why we don't have enough money for this whole rent thing) and she can style it all pretty, so she'll be doing that, Eve will be doing makeup and I will be doing drinks. I make the best Ice Cream milkshakes.
Sigh, saturday is so far away, and I haven't seen CIB in FORVER. who knows, maybe he's snogging some fit indie girl as I type. let's not think about that.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
So, I answered the door and it was our landlord. My first thought was that he had had more complaints about 'sexual noises' coming from our flat. I was just about to tell him quite blatantly that none of us has had a boy back for the last month or so (not strictly true, but whatever) , when he dropped a bombshell. He said that if within a week we don't give him all the rent that's been building up over the past couple of months then we would get evicted.
we are so fucking screwed.
I'm not even kidding. Pops and Evie are already working full time (friday was an exception, Pops had just broken up with her boyfriend she needed shoes) and overtime sometimes, and I'm at my wits end with this stupid job where I get paid hardly over the minimum wage and I'm trying to take night school but I couldn't do it with more than 3 hours of sleep a night so I quit.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
wow, I'm sorry.
I'm just pretty stressed out right now.
we totally don't have the money for this.
Friday, January 26, 2007
Below this peice of text you will see exhibit b) The description
(fron the Ben and Jerry's website itself!) 'Chocolate ice cream with marshmellow, caramel swirls and fish shaped chocolate chunks'.
I admit, I need to go on a rant about the brilliance of phish food, and I'm going to fulfill that urge.
I remeber discovering Phish Food 2 years ago, in my alcoholic state. It was summer, I was at Eve's house (we didn't know Pop's back then) and we had just drunk two bottles of pimms without the lemonade, and we felt like having a substantial snack. so we raided her freezer, ate some frozen pees and saw the tub of Phish Food. Clearly neglected, it was a month past it's sell by date and the plastic thing around the top of the tub (I'm making a lot of this up, I was too drunk to remember what exactly happened, but give me some artistic liscence. this is a blog, for christ's sake.), so we took some spoons (two, to be precise) and dug in.
We ate the whole tub in a tree in her back garden (I remember that), and I had such bad brain freeze mixed with drunkness that I fell off into a pile of stinging nettles (I also remembered that. who wouldn't?).
I'll never forget that day. It's now my favourite ice cream, and like I said before, I can eat a whole tub in 2 minutes and 29 seconds exactly. I haven't done it in a while, my time might be slower. I'll have to go out and get some ice cream and a stop watch, I'll update you with the times every once ina while.
On with the show.
You're probably wondering where CIB (cute indie boy, god, has it been that long that you can't even remember?) has gone, well he hasn't gone far, I've got him wrapped around my little finger.
We've even gone out to dinner! Which I take as a good thing. we went to Carluccios and he had the chicken and lemon risotto, I had the mushroom pasta and we shared a bottle of wine. and went out for drinks afterwards. and then he stayed at mine. Don't worry, we didn't get anywhere past 2nd base, and we haven't. It's only been a week. God, I'm not that much of a skank.
I might ot be posting for a while after this, I'm having a bit of a crisis with the flat, we might get evicted if we're not careful. So, yeah.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
1. I reached my grade 8 piano with all my grades being high distinction
2. I was in rehab last year (SHOCK! HORROR!) for alcoholism, but that's gone away now. (I can't actually believe that I jsut wrote that for loads of people to read!)
3. I can't stand the band 'The Feeling'. I just can't stand them.
4. I can eat a whole tub of phish phood ice cream in 2 minutes and 29 seconds exactly. (that is impressive, admit it)
5. I measure up to be a miniscule 5ft and 4 inches.
Now I would like to tag Flashy Shades and Dusk&Summer (if you haven't already been tagged, that is)!
Monday, January 22, 2007
I went back to the store that sells the Vivienne Westwood shoes, and they had no more in my size. HOW INCREDIBLY ANNOYING.
i just read on www.lipsticklady.blogspot.com that she just purchased some nice vivienne's, but those aren't the same as the ones I wanted.
I'm going back to the shop tomorrow to see if they have them in stock. and sales are about to end so they might be getting rid of them!!!
or lowering the price.
I can't get a picture of them because net-a-porter doesn't seem to have anything Vivienne Westwood (apart from Anglomania), and google images isn't helping either.
I'm so annoyed about this!
anyway, some of you have been asking what the whole business with my parents is about. well, my parents and i aren't really on good terms.
to be honest with you, i got kicked out of my house when school finished, and then to really piss my mum off i went to Hanoi to visit my Grandmother, who my mum hasn't seen in years.
i didn't do it purposfully, i only found out that my mum and my grandma weren't close until after i got there.
anyway, i came back to London and i was reunited with my two best friends, pops (polly) and evie/eves (eva), and we moved in together in covent garden and i don't really know what I'm doing with my life.
apart from this blog.
My parents called me and told me they had some tapes from when i was a kid if i wanted them back. yeah, i could do with that thunderbirds tape.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
£24.99 but i got for but i got it for £17.49 (staff discount baby!)
I'm going to wear it with some ribbed tights, a long sleeved t-shirt (underneath) and I'm wearing these earrings from Tatty Devine with it:
Anyway, moving away from clothes, Pops and Evie are in a fight, and they're using me as a pipeline to talk to eachother, because they are stupid. It's quite immature. They are fighting because Pops put a red and white top in ith the whites and now all of Evie's smalls are marshmallow coloured, But I quite like having pink underwear.
That's all for now, wish me good luck for the gig!
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Anyway, I worked the shop floor today, which was an interesting experience. Actually, that's a lie. It was pretty boring, apart from one thing; I've got myself a date! A cute indie guy came into the shop and started chatting me up almost immediately, he was so cute. He's taller than me (well that's not exactly hard, i'm tiny) and I can just tell that he has a really good body. He was also very flirty, which I think is always a good thing. So he's asked me to go to Barfly with him on Saturday night. Some band's plaingthere apparently. Oh god, what am i going to wear? Any suggestions?
Yeah, so me and poloshirt guy are definately 100% over. He called me today and tried to make me feel like I had ruined our whole 'relationship' (his words not mine). Well, I wasn't having it. I told him to piss off and put the phone down on him. And you know what? I don't feel guilty at all.
i have to do this quickly because i'm supposed to be emailing our manager on the company computer, but i have to stay on a longer shift today because i live just around the corner from here and some of our staff will have- 'dangerous journeys home' because of all of the trees falling down!
i might even be working the shop floor... which would be interesting!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
he keeps calling me sugar. do i look like a packet of sugar? Or maybe he's forgotten my name. it's Holly. say it with me now. HOLL-Y. that's a good boy.
I was kind of speetchless for a while, seeing as, a) I was wearing just a towel and hadn't put any makeup on, and b) polo shirt guy did tell me on our first date that he wasn't a very romantic bloke. I ushered him in quickly and tried to shut him up because pops and evie are always listening.
He's got such a deep voice anyway that they would be put to sleep by it the second they heard him.
he asked if i was free, and i saw him trying to fit the roses into a starbucks mug (he's not the brightest spark...), but i told him I had to work and he tried to kiss me, but i pushed him away and told him to piss off, which wasn't too good a move.
I suppose it isn't bad. Dating a fittie with a nice back and a good set of hands, but I really need to work. I already called sick the week before because of mr polo shirt guy, and he wouldn't make me do it again.
work= urban outfitters in covent garden. just a 30 second walk from where I live. It's not all bad, i sit around in the stock room labeling stuff, i get to pick the music sometimes (it always ends up being the cure) and the best part is when we get little kids trying to steal stuff. i get to talk to them about how bad they've been and i usually add in some crap about getting a criminal record just to scare them, etc. it's all in good fun. ehem.
my day was pretty shit, to say the least. oh, and after what i said to polo shirt guy he's gone off in a huff and i think it's just going to be a pub crawl with pops and eve tonight. damn. i haven't been to a party in a while.