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Had a very strange day yesterday. Let's move forwards people. Let's move forwards.
I got home from work at 8pm, then tidied my flat, cooked some dinner, moped on Facebook and watched Made in Chelsea, and felt a bit better.
I'm still not entirely sure why.
It feels incredibly unsafe. Is it?
Probably fine, but if something is going to give way and kill you, it would be that.
I don't like it when a train comes past and the doors bang.
The commuters on my train are good today. I like it when ladies get on the train with huge heels on. They make me laugh on my way to work however I am jealous that someone can walk that far in heels :(
PS I've suggested a date for Saturday, so all systems are go...
however I had to leave before they came on as it was my first day of my new job the next day!
I'm looking forward to finally seeing them.
OH YES! Do you have any ideas of where?
You could (if she's that kind of girl) go and watch the naked cyclists in London :D
I clearly have a lot to learn.
and yes. This is what we're doing.
I imagine I'll fail, oh well.
I have two training days on Thurs/Fri. I've been asked to go in early on Thursday to present my portfolio (I couldn't sit my exams in May because it was unfinished). It is still unfinished, and completeing it is a physical impossibilty before Thursday. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I have three this time round, well prepare for two, tgoday is the one I sort of ignored. Oh well.
I have no idea what standard or length your portfolio should be, any chance of just working through the night the next two days?
Accompanied by three-monthly assessments from my editor done over the past 18-months.
The problem is, my "editor" has changed 3/4 times in the past 18 months, so any continuity of the logbook has disappeared. I have done one appraisal. So, I need to sit down with my editor now to do the last six months, and drive to Surrey to see an old editor to make up the first year. But she isn't available at the moment. The stories are mostly chosen, but when my editor looked he wasn't happy with some of them.
Greeny came in with his editor on a Saturday and did it all in about six hours. I just don't get on with my ed well enough to be able to do that, so I try and scrape an hour here or there, even though both of us are reluctant to do it because it's beauaucratic pencil pushing shit.
Feels a bit better to write all that though.
Good luck this afternoon, logical answers, lists of points you want to make, common sense and a little flowery language will see you right. (Unless it's multiple choice. Then you'll have to trust to Zeus).
he answers a multiple choice question with an essay, and then begs off from answering the essay question by claiming he doesn't have the time.
Good word that, rubric.
was glad to discover (when I got home) that our next door neighbour has moved out. he has three exceptionally noisy dogs, who regularly wake one of us up or keep us awake.
also (FAO meowington) I went onto the cyber candy website and ordered some Mint Crisp last night!
When I stayed with my mate at the weekend, his cat was fucking me off. It moulted everywhere. It kept climbing on my lap and scratching me. I think I was allergic to it. It kept pawing on the window to go out. When we let it out, it pawed to get back in. It did this about four times. I slept in the living room, and it woke me up by scratching my legs then kept sitting near my head clawing at the pillow. I nearly kicked it across the fucking room.
And dogs are worse, because they're carnivores, and we are all made of meat.
I can't fathom why someone would willingly share their home with such an inconvinience, and I'm not even taking into account problems like vet bills, feeding costs, and arranging someone to look after it when you're on holiday.
So I'm not fussed by either.
without getting under my feet. This guy had three dogs. THREE! And a courtyard garden that couldn't have been more than about 10 feet by 6 feet.
not hose :D
and even then, only if the person (i.e. child) who requests it is old enough and responsible enough to clean the tank him/herself.
The absurd futility of their brief lives reflects my own existential angst.
is precisely their appeal over a dog or a cat.
cats are well good.
Having pets is hubris on the part of humans.
The only exceptions I make for keeping any animal is if they are working or fill some form of function. Such as guide dogs or dogs used to keep down vermin populations or used to herd other animals.
Otherwise, I personally feel, that they can get to fuck.
Don't even get me started on breeding forms of animal which are functionally useless (purse rats, those hairless cats, etc, etc). All those cunts who have 'rare' breeds of dog would baulk at the idea of having a selective breeding program for humans.
And anyone involved in animal rights or who holds a strong opinion on farming of animals for foodstuff shouldn't own an animal as its a form of hypocrisy. Or they should be forced to keep a sheep or a cow as a pet, or something ugly, rather than a cute dog they can train to do cute tricks in exchange for food and validation and dress up with a neckerchief rather than a collar.
or get away from you as fast as they could so, nice work applying that animals>people analogy as it obviously only includes those animals which are
mrs ccb will be pleased.
I do like that cyber candy shop but it is well expensive....although I do love sweets....and they have a load of hello kitty based sweets so I could easily spend a lot in there.
with packaging i paid £5 for a bar of chocolate :/
(but it's for a one-off occasion so I don't feel so bad)
That is what happiness looks and smells like.
I had a good full nights sleep for the first time in a billion years last night. I'm going to see Appoc Now tonight at the cinema, I'm excited about it, I don't think that I've ever seen the original cut.
To get the most from the experience however I suggest you get yourself completely stoned prior to entering the cinema. Drop a tab of acid 5 minutes prior to the film starting too, you'll have a great time, trust me.
I'm not going to do acid though. I enjoyed the redux version, but that was SO long. I think that the original cut is maybe 25 minutes less?
you're right as much as I love AN the redux is hard going.
Went to a pub quiz last night; came 3rd. Not bad. Mono tonight. New shoes should be arriving today too. YAY.
Wonder if I should try and go tonight...
I expect if she'd been present we'd have done better. We were only 4 points away from winning.
Pub quizes are ALWAYS good fun. You should go.
and found that the bin in the kitchen had been moved, the net curtain by the window was moved so that it was resting on top of the fridge and that the blind in the bedroom was halfway down.
I'm going to phone the lettings people today to ask if they sent anyone round to check the windows yesterday. If they answer 'no' then...well...let's just way I won't be watching Paranormal Activity again any time soon.
Ghosts just aren't what they used to be. I prefered their earlier stuff
As such I feel like I've been awake forever.
I miss the automatic shutters from my Barcelona apartment
while watching Frasier. Fucking perfection.
I probably shouldn't have
Today I'm going to stop worrying about stuff and start DOING stuff. I have some inspirational TED videos lined up to watch whilst I wait for my clients to wake up and give me work to do.
Had stepped away from my computer for a bit. It's a great site. A lot of the speeches can be a bit too evangelical-American-style for my liking, but overall the content is good.
Which is probably fairly accurate, except for the part where I was supposed to take a mobile phone apart and reverse engineer its inner workings based off two SIM cards which were marked RED and BLUE.
The cottage (with herb garden! And vegetable rows! Set in an idyllic village!) I was going to go view and maybe rent has gone off the market. Oh well. It was pretty expensive and small anyway. And I don't know how gardening works. It was never meant to be.
Today I will continue to rage at my science not behaving itself when I just want to FINISH. Then rage at various LaTeX packages being cuntscrapes and refusing to behave themselves when I just want to FINISH.
That's my job described in one sentence.
I shall include it in my CV.
got a little too drunk before hand and fell off my bike like five times on the way there. barely even noticed so just threw myself into the show, and now this morning my leg is killing me. swollen ankle, and my knee is destroyed, got a proper limp and everything.
the show was pretty great though so not too bad a morning
my cold is finally starting clear up but not without me losing my voice first, 6 a side football is going to be fun tonight.
might have to devour my sandwiches in a mo. I'm doing some interview skills prep stuff which would have really been useful A MONTH AGO. :(
...The Nineteen Something-or-Others of Somewhere...
Told my flatmates I'm moving into a new house next month. They told me they were planning on leaving the following month. I'd hate to be the people who next move into the shitty flat we're currently in...
Got into work this morning to find I'd cocked something up. Now trying to fix it during the course of the day without my manager realising I've messed up. Good times!
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