Thursday, as always, was nothing special, really. Went to the gym after hours of dossing around online and calling it "work" (well, YOU try checking Facebook, re-formatting an entire script and shooting Ass Hunters all at once!). The taxi driver - which is shameful in itself, as the gym is definately walking distance - suggested I talk to someone about all my aches, etc.... and get some advice.
So who do they give me? A LAD. A fricking LAD. I don't want a lad to show me how to use equipment while I'm stood there all blobby and inexperienced! Grrr..... Anyway, Personal Trainer Kevin was very nice and helpful, showing me previously undiscovered machines used for the triceps and bum, etc... whilst also showing me useful pain-dissolving stretches, stomach crunches (THAT'S apparently how you get rid of a belly! Sit-ups are WRONG!! We've been doing it WRONG this whole time!!) and how to using the rowing machine properly - which I wasn't. Anyway, was all very nice and polite, and got his number at the end! Even if it WAS only on a Personal Trainer business card. Ah well! Only stayed an hour before getting picked up, mostly worked on my arms and bum.
The evening was fantastic. Nipped up to Marie's pub to talk to her Landlady - who wasn't there. Oh joy. Apparently she couldn't take 5 minutes to come downstairs, she was doing something that important. Oh well, Marie got me to write my home/mobile numbers on a receipt, which was placed directly next to the till. Try and ignore THAT, motherfucker!! Hehe.
On the way home, Dad (who really is on the way to becoming my personal chauffeur, *blush*) stopped off at Tesco. Do you know what I did on the spur of the moment?
I BOUGHT A WEBCAM.
Now, obviously, this has no real gravitas, except that the one we're previously using to speak to my beloved travelling sibling is completely PANTS and doesn't work worth shit. We can see him, but he can't see us. Anyway, got home, installed it, and IT WORKED - just in time for James' (Shaun's mate) parents to arrive. And we made contact via Skype, and it was SO MUCH FUN!!! We all sat talking to them for 2 hours, rotating seats every now and then, like a video conference. Oh, and we got referred to his Facebook photos. Just so you know what we're missing over there:
The jammy bastards! I personally would cut off my limbs and crawl there using my EYELIDS just for a chance to see that view for myself. So they told us all about their adventures and shenanigans, which made my news of; "Um..... I joined a gym..... aaaaaaaaaand...... may possibly have another barmaid job....." sound extremely lame beyond measure.
Anyway, the adults eventually left, so I stayed online chatting to Shaun for another hour. And when I say chatting, I basically mean communicating the only way Shaun and I know how - staring at the webcam, pulling ridiculous faces at each other, quoting "Family Guy" ALL the time, singing random songs, having "cyber" dance-offs, and commentating on the film I could hear playing in the background - all the way around the world at 10 in the morning THEIR time. That made my head hurt, I can tell you. God, I miss my baby bro.
After he left, I, filled with Must-Use-Newborn-Webcam-To-Full-Potential syndrome chatted online to Lisa for ages - got ridiculously excited about Oxford trip, the webcam, what she's up to for Valentine's Day, the webcam, the gym, using and abusing the webcam and playing Toast Roulette (yes it IS as fun as it sounds - boy do I know how to have a craaazy Thursday night!).
Didn't do much of anything today, really. Gave the gym a miss due to aching limbs (so four-hour workout tomorrow, then), worked some more on my script, and cooked tea. Herby sausage in tomato/garlic sauce and spaghetti, y'all. Shame I always mis-judge the spaghetti, freak out, and end up doing enough to feed Kate Moennig for a decade. No nastiness intended - I think she's hot.
GOOD NEWS FOR THE DAY - Julie (Marie's Landlady) rang me! At 10 oclock this morning! Thank the LAWD I was awake - thanks to being disgruntled-ly dragged out of bed by the laptop/Skype ringing (Shaun again). Anyhow, she wants me to go in tomorrow for a trial shift, 5 in the evening till 1 in the morning!!! I didn't even have an interview! YEAH, BITCH!!! And according to Marie, you get paid CASH IN MOTHERHUMPING HAND. So that's a extra £40 (AT LEAST!) to take to Oxford next week! This couldn't possibly have gone any better if I'd planned it myself.
Better be off now, anyway. Work beckons!
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Current Mood: full
Current Music: "Automatic High" - S Club Juniors. It's stuck in my head. No, I'm not proud.
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