Random Days

Dear Diary,

Not been a bad few days, all told. Well, I've still only got one job, but had a surprise visit, parents haven't bickered properly for a while, got some paid work and found a very interesting website! But I'll start at the beginning.......

FRIDAY

So, leaving off from last entry, I dragged myself into work, with a sore head and strange ears. Endured several bouts of piss-taking re: last night's epic bender, whilst mostly keeping my head down and drinking water. Apparently I arranged to meet the lad from last night "in here at 7. When I start work." What the HELL??! I don't start till half 8! Damn, I must have been OUT of it. Mind you, so was he on Friday - I walked in to see him sat with his mates in the corner. And when I say "sat," I mean "slumped over, asleep." It turns out he'd been on a 2-day bender and lost £170 gambling that very afternoon. Wow - I sure can pick them, eh?

Got the biggest surprise about 9 oclock though, when LISA walked in!! I literally stood there gawping, before everything caught up with me in a big rush (possibly accompanied by that flashback sound effect in "Lost") and a sudden memory permeated that haze of hangover-ness...... she was back for the weekend!! Was very ashamed to have forgotten, but thrilled to see both her and Mike (who you may remember as her boyfriend). Managed to skive off a ridiculously large amount to chat - we discussed my imminent visit to Oxford and what we're going to do (I'm going to eat in the Harry Potter hall!! Yeah, bitch!), what they've been up to Up North so far, etc...

Endured MORE piss-taking about last night's session (why aren't people looking at the mitigating circumstances?? There were LOADS!!), I pointed out the infamous Little Dickhead - who seemed to have learnt his lesson about saying things that make me want to punch him in the eye - to which Lisa replied; "Him? But he looks about FORTY!" Naturally, I looked back and realised she was right. How had I never NOTICED?! Eeek. He HAS had a haircut recently - some men just don't suit shaved hair. Shaun's a prime example, who, incidentally, hasn't sent us a single email, while his mate's sent about 6 since landing in Fiji. Prick.

Landlady dropped an enormous bombshell - she's having to lose some hours due to credit crunch and all. Guess who's hours are getting lost? Needless to say, this means I'll be working 4 hours a week. FOUR. Hours. A WEEK. I am fucked beyond all measure.

SATURDAY

Not much happened today. Had the house to myself pretty much all day, while parents worked. We got a Chinese takeaway and watched the rugby and "Not Going Out" together - which was pretty cool since I can't remember the last time we really hung out for that long. Plus Mum drank almost an entire bottle of wine, so that was pretty funny. Did some writing and laughed my absolute TITS off at "Scary Movie" - I always forget just how genius that film is. Yes, everyone slags them off, but they observe scary films so fantastically well. The best example is the scene where Cindy looks out the window to see the killer stood staring at her, outside. She looks away in terror. Now, in any real horror film, she'd look back and the killer would simply be GONE. But in Spoof-land, the killer just turns and legs it off screen. UTTER. BRILLIANCE.

TODAY

Today was good - helped Mum prepare a buffet at the cafe' and got paid £30 for it. And got to basically listen to my Ipod whilst doing all my jobs - and got a MacDonald's breakfast AND lunch ON EXPENSE!! Pretty sweet, eh? So, parents are just off out to a friend's for tea - which means I get one of those much-coveted evenings alone in the house.

Plan for tonight:

Eat Mussells
Watch "Lost"
Watch "The L Word"
Watch Russell Brand do stand-up
Have a big sexy bath
Try and find out Lee's address for Valentine's Card (before bottling it anyway)
Wander aimlessly round the house singing along to my Ipod
Do some writing

Oh yeah, forgot to mention - I found the most AMAZING website, BBC Writer's Room. It is, in a word, OUTSTANDING!!! They accept ANY script you send them, and some of them even give you the chance to win anything from a cash prize to work experience on Radio 4, to a slot in the Edinburugh Festival. And they give you millions of tips on how to format each script, and rules to follow, etc... Seriously, just look on that link, it is simply incredible. I have a very strong feeling that this could be my big chance - I've spent all weekend typing like a mother and frantically turning my stage play into a TV drama, tweaking my short film, and coming up with a bright idea for a TV sitcom. It's taking ages, but the deadline's not for a few weeks. This is BRILLIANT!!!!

Oh, crap. Marie's just phoned - she's sat alone in the pub near hers, having "realised how much of a mug" she is. Jesus, what now? Maybe she's figured out how much of a Twat her fella is. Or he's done something to upset her. Grrrr..... What a cock. Anyway, she claimed she was "going to get really pissed" and sounded close to tears, so naturally, I'm on my way over. There goes my lovely night in.....

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Current Mood: annoyed at not being allowed to simply chill
Current Music: That infernal Sky Plus "Sky Planner" lift music