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08/17/2002 Archived Entry: “Back in reality”
I think I’m feeling a bit better than when I wrote the last entry. Not a lot better, but a bit. At least able to string together coherant sentances instead of half-completed paragraphs where I leap from one topic to another without explanation.
Still not really with it, but off to my parents for the weekend…..
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08/16/2002 Archived Entry: “0021”
So, it’s true what they say. Hire vans do go faster.
That’s today’s humour. I wouldn’t ask for any more, because there isn’t any more. I spent the day moving Jasmine and Lauren out, into their new place. And yesterday I spent down at Lauren’s parents place – having driven down in a hideous van.
Well, not hideous. Just slow and noisy, and third gear and the windscreen washers didn’t work properly. Never mind. I’m really terrified about one of my friends. She had a *really* bad day – and she disappeared off line earlier – and I don’t know if she’s okay. She probably doesn’t realise quite how much I care about her. But I do care about her an enormous amount, and I worry about her more because she lives in a different country – so I can’t pelt over there hell-for-leather like I’ve been known to do with some of my other friends. If I had the money I’d get her over here, and offer her a place to stay until she found a job. And yes I mean that. It’s not idle comment.
Not that in my current mood I’d be much help. I really need a job. Really, really. Really now really. I want some space of my own that I can control. And out in the country side. I need countryside. Or at least something approaching countryside. I dunno.
shit, I’m crying and I don’t even know why.
Okay. Under control again.
I really need this job. I feel so incredibly worthless at the moment. I can’t seem to make people happy, I can’t give them what they want, and I can’t give them what I want.
I’m frustrated by my failings, as usual. It doesn’t help that I’m in the middle of changing my hormone dose. Which is fucking with everything in my brain.
Sigh. Bed. Fuckit.
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08/14/2002 Archived Entry: “Apparently”
Apparently I’m worth: $2,083,210.00
That seems pretty reasonable to me…
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08/12/2002 Archived Entry: “So, the weekend and stuff.”
So, here’s my real diary entry for the day. At least, here’s my first real diary entry of the day (not that I ever do loads of entries in one day, oh no
RIght, you’ll have to be nice, I may well get some strange typos in here, why? because on Friday I switched to a Norwegian layout keyboard – which allows me to type ø, æ & å with ease, but unfortunately means that lots of the symbols aren’t where I expect them to be. Most noticably the appostrophy and the angle brackets.
So, what did I do this weekend? Well, I was going to go home, but unfortunately found that I’d come into contact with a friend with a cold – and luckily I didn’t go home, ‘cos I was coughing though saturday morning…what I did instead (after selling my 125 for a staggering 420 pounds!) was to head over to see Peter – because saturday was an AFP meet in Cambridge. Now, I couldn’t be arsed to go if I had to drive all the way to Cambridge, but I could be arsed to drive to Aylesbury and then go the rest of the way with Peter to Cambridge…..so, that was the plan. Picking up Asalyn on the way…..
Unfortunately, well, we stayed up a bit late, which lead to me being absolutely shattered all the way through Saturday – which was a bit of a shame, also the meet was a bit chaotic – but despite it all I had a good time….however, I won’t be drinking in the first pub that we went to ever again, oh no. Well, not voluntarily. I don’t like paying a quid for 6 chips, and I don’t like rude, unhelpful staff. However, one of their people was extremely unhelpful, and rude, and at a staggering 17 pence per chip I think they win the “most expensive chips I’ve ever eaten” award.
They were quite good, but not 17 pence per chip good.
Next up, after the AFP meet (yes, there are photos, no I’ve not finished the film, so I’ve not developed it yet, so you’ll have to wait). Following that we headed back to Aylesbury where I flaked out rather quickly on the sofabed – suprisingly managing to wake up at about 8ish on Sunday. Then at about 9ish, and finally about 9:30, when I hauled my arse out of bed.
After which peter and I sat and chatted until lewie (the campest man in britain, apparently) arranged to meet up – and get Pizza! Whoo!
So we met Lewie (after I’d bought the Preaching to the Perverted CD) and then picked up Maria, went out for Pizza and a movie (or possibly a filum (practicing for going to ireland ;-))
Finally, heading back home….where I found out my dads been ill this weekend. Hopefully he’ll be okay.
They think it’s a clot….he’s going in for another scan. Anyway, I’ll be going home next weekend….
Now, what else is there…oh yes, my sketches.
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It’s pronounced filim, not filum. :P
Posted by Aisling @ 08/20/2002 09:47 AM GMT
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08/12/2002 Archived Entry: “My romance meter, apparently”
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08/12/2002 Archived Entry: “Okay okay, another quiz….”
I’m pretty damn hard core! Fear me!
I promise I won’t make such a habit out of it as last time…this is just a quickie…got some stuff to put up later, maybe….depending on how nice I’m feeling.
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08/09/2002 Archived Entry: “NHS Personnel Dept”
So, not only have they not submitted my application for the job, they’ve gone on to loose my application form. *sigh*
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08/09/2002 Archived Entry: “Yep, it’s a test.”
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08/08/2002 Archived Entry: “Holiday!”
So, Last time I went on holiday was when I was at university. For four days, iirc. That was more than 3 years ago.
Before that, oooh, when I was 16?
So imagine how incredibly, phenominally, excited I am to be finally going on *holiday*. Actually, on holiday. Leaving the country, going and seeing other places. Well. A place. One special offer from RyanAir and me being very, very down and now I’m booked in to go to Ireland.
I’ve only wanted to go to Ireland my entire life. So….this should be good.
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08/07/2002 Archived Entry: “How big is a file?”
So, you have to wonder, if you point a http client at a streamed MPEG radio station what you’ll get….I mean, it says 51 Mb to download….will it stop after 51Mb?
So, I have to know, but not right now…..
This does have a point – I want to record some norwegian so I can actually sit and listen to it.
