| two in a row |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|04:23 pm] |
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| | Jolene - Dolly Parton | ] |
Ok so two in a row is a new feat for me. this is basically going to be a session of me complaing and bitching about how confused i am and how life sucks, so if you feel the opposite of this don't read on!
so here is my deal in a quick nutshell, i am 21 and about to graduate college a whole semester earlier than i planned. i have a friend whose mother does social work, and has now offered me a job. the job sounds amazing and i really want it but i have a few problems. one it is less than if i work at rizzo's, but do i want to work there forever?? I enjoy working there, but i do not want to work there forever. the job also is i don;t know i think i should take it because it is a new thing soemthing i have never tried before, but then again it comes to the money isnt great and the hours are a lot less than i am use to, so maybe i can work part time at rizzos or pick up another part time job somewhere, which is what i will definately do if i take this job. see no one can ever help when it comes to important life decision, which sucks, because they are the decisions that actually require help. so why is it that unimportant decisions, such as what is for dinner gets a massive debate and ultimately in the end gets a general consesus vote form everyone who was envolved, even if it was only dinner for one person, and an important life decision such as should i graduate early, do i take a job that pays less but sounds fun, is a decision one must make themselves. it is so obivous that the dinner solution should be left up to the person eating it, and likewise the major decision should envolve the imput of more people. so i purpose this right now. take a vote on your future, which i am going to do now. i will make it into a formual and then it will work. take your families views + best friends views + boss/father firgures view + opportunity for growth in all jobs aspriing to * your thoughts and of course \ flatmates views. and there you have it a formual that is somewhat matematical in view as to how to figure out ones future. so i want my future to be figured out this simply. ahhhhh is all i can say. i emailed my old boss and/or current boss and asked his advice. even this was a big deal because i trust him but i am worried he will not give a fully functional and unbias opinion because he will want me to stay at rizzos, but then again i trust him to give me a perfectly unbias view. even this needs a formual, but i am to confused but what i am writing/ what i am going to do with my life to decide or make one up, so someone can make it up thereself. now that i forget what i was bitching or asking about i am done, hey this is fun you get so confused typing it that in the end your problems all disappear |
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| i'm bored so i'll update |
[Dec. 8th, 2004|01:22 am] |
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| [ | music |
| | Nobody Does it Like You - Carly Simon | ] |
why hello there...i'm fiona bruce. no....just kidding. see fiona bruce is someone everyone should learn about. she is this..umm...how does one put it nicely, sex siren, er, goddess. she presents the news with her right eyebrow cocked so high, and reads with such a sex filled voice that she often looks as though she is going to come crawling across the news desk and begin making it with the camera. of course, like most things, naomi and i have taken her sex appeal to a new level. we are often found making jokes about her being easy, however, very high class. we speak in a sex ridden voice, and often make lude and inappropriate jokes...all in all good times. of course my last few days in England are upon me, but fear not i am brave. this week has been uneventful thus far, although i do not consider my days uneventful as some would. as most times i spend large parts of the day in the kitchen basically pissing myself with laughter over fiona bruce, vortex of death, helga, or just plain silliness that occurs when naomi, amy, lucy and myself are left alone in the flat. silliness happens. we get bored and eat and make bad jokes, which are actually quiet humourous.
now for something real...monday i went to quiz night, and again for the last time we lost. we won nothing, however charlie and amy both sang karoky. charlie sang fly me to the moon and it was very nice, and amy sang her song zombie, which she plays at the hob g (hobgoblin) on sunday nights around 8pm so if you are ever in new cross london on a sunday night swing by the hob g just outside of the new cross gate exit on the east london line, and if you are going to be around on december 18th then she will be playing then also. she of course as always as amazing...
today i went to cantebury with amy, mike, and kori. it is a very nice place to go and everyone should visit. i had to pee real bad on the trip up so we had to pull over so i could go (that was sharing to much..whoops) then on the way back we swung by amy's famed older than you country house. she me and amy often get into fights which envolve us insulting and sterotyping each others countries and to finish it off she always says my house is older than you country, and sadly enough it is older than my country. she has a lovely home and the drive back went off without me having to pee...yeah!!
noami and lucy and i spent the night being weird and now i am freakyed out so i am going
bye |
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| Weekend Getaway in Dublin |
[Dec. 6th, 2004|11:04 am] |
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| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Billy Joel - We Didn't Start the Fire | ] |
How can one even begin to explain fully this adventure. that is what it was, like everything else I do, an adventure. of course the weekend began at 330am on friday and concluded at about 130am on monday. it was...well..an experience. i had a blast is the first and most important fact, and i hope that everyone else also had a blast. the drive there was a long one, because we were so tired, and the flight sucked, since when we landed it was still dark. then we took a bus that lasted forever to get to our hostel, before begining our adventure. our adventure took us to a castle, shopping, guinness, and of course drunkiness. i cannot actually remember every detail or everything that happened but i can try to highlight them if you would like (not as though i am giving you a choice, since i have already elected to give you one, and er, you have no say in it at all...ha ha)
Dublin of all things was a busy and friendly place. the days were packed with walking and exploring the not so large city, and the nights were filled with drinking, and some dancing (not by me of course). during the three full days we were there we managed to see everything, and spend a ton of money. the nights were the most interesting of experiences. although i must first begin with an appology to my flatmates, because on friday i was an ass. i was tired and became grumpy, and that was not so nice of me...so i am sorry. saturday, however, was much more interesting and fun. after walking all day we went drinking. we, of course, ended up in the same bar we had been in the day before (fear not we also returned for lunch on sunday making the grand total of 3 visits to The Duke). after a while we all became giddy and happy, started making faces, and doing just generally strange things. we left there and adventured future, and at some point we got to a place where lucy, amy, and mike, oh yeah and camilla decided to dance. insert a quick story.....how the hell is it possible for a girl who has said about 10 words in the past three months (yes she did not ever speak on this weekend trip) suddenly get up and begin girating around her hips and ass in front of all these people, when she will not even speak to us...the vortex of death is one scary thing, let me tell you that. of course no weekend would be complete without mention of fiona bruce, and the vortex of death. both of which naomi and i were able to talk about so much, that we may have made other flatmates think along our lines, and they all started talking dirty things and twisting them into a way that they mention fiona bruce...god i love fiona bruce and her sex appeal. anyway i digress. so saturday night we got lost for a little bit, no big deal it was still fun, and i found 50 euros on the floors, so i was one happy person. naomi, lucy, and myself decided after the wandering and drinking that we were done so we would go home. well on our way home we traveled the temple bar. oh that adventure, actually a matter of mere seconds after we started it, we encountered a busker playing a tune that lucy liked, so she felt so compelled to dance, and she did. naomi, i think, jigged alittle as well. well the nice busker asked if we had requests...so naomi made one. few seconds into the song these 3 women (had to be in there late 30s or early 40s) can down the street asking the man to play the ymca, and they began dancing it. well this is were everything became complete in my life, because of helga. this drunk off her ass maybe swedish maybe irish woman dancing in a sequenced silver top and just generally begin odd, and don't worry i have pictures. she danced a about spoke in both a swedish and irish accent...perfectly! we tried to take pictures, but she said no and instead took my camera to take her own photos of us. about 4 pictures later we got the camera back, see it was scary because she began to act as though it belonged to her. i did eventually get some funny pictures of helga. ohh helga. when we asked sally no neck what she was she told us, her mother was swedish and her father was irish and they were both pissed (of course for those americans reading pissed here in londonia does not mean angry but drunk, therefore if one is drunk then one is pissed) it was generally an awesome time and i couldn't have asked for better travel companions..well except the vortex of death...
until we meet again my friends,
time is running low :-( |
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| Still Bored...Days Later |
[Dec. 2nd, 2004|08:28 pm] |
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| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ben - Michael Jackson | ] |
Howdy there Partners!
first and foremost thank you julia r. for responding to my lovely live jounral.. in the words of naomi, "it was ace!"
i had a blast today: excellent headline for a great fun time. this day was very eventful. for those of you unaware I am soon to be heading back to Wyncote and the lovely land of the United States of America. it is sad yes, but also happy, because i will be able to see my friends and family and work and make my most favorite thing...money. i will most certainly miss my london flatmates (most of them anyhow). today me and naomi explored the world of shopping in london with trips all over the place. the day began in greenwich and ended in camden town, and in the end i had one bag, naomi two, and naomi had a new phone. if i must say anything, when it comes to shopping she won. i bought what will most likely be the last of my purchases here and it was nothing fun, just cheesey soviners for all my friends, coworkers, family, and other random stuff i bought. the bus was the most adventourous part of the day. for those who are unaware london is filled with the tube and the bus as well as many, many cars. me and naomi elected to take the bus, due mainly to the cheapness of it and thats about all. well the day was simple enough 2.50 (pounds) to take the bus alday. i elected to do this, naomi did not. needless to say 5 or 6 bus trips later, and for naomi 5 or 6 pounds later we made it home. it was a brillant day though. the bus was filled with, of course, talks of fiona bruce and sexiness, and then the renigade n453 bus. see n stands for night. therefore logically thinking one would only see a n453 at night. night is classified as after 1230am, therefore seeing a n453 at say 1245pm is not natural!!! this was exactly that. on our bus ride into town we saw the renigade bus as we traveled right behind it most of the day, and naomi elected to share with me that her friend once saw a flaming night bus (this is not being a gay night bus, as some might think, although that would also be funny, a gay night bus, anyway i digress, by flaming i mean literally flames, like fire)(dumbasses). so naomi explained that her friend once saw a accordian bus (that is a bus combined with another bus basically and the middle has this black accordian likely stuff holding it together, hence the name accordian bus) flaming in the middle of oxford circus. now for those of you who again have never been to london, oxford circus, espically during christmas season, is one always packed with people walking up and down the busy shopping street (it is basically the biggest shopping street in london). and two the traffic is almost always, and by almost always i do mean always of course, packed. and by packed i mean you sit on a bus, assuming one was dumb enough to get on a bus traveling via oxford street, and basically watch all the geniuses who did not get on the bus walk right by you. anyway back to my main point, if one were to be on lets just humor everyone and say, a flaming bus (again referring to fire), then everyone on the street would see the bus on fire and the cars around would see and the walking people. basically i just made you read all of this for fun because i can and there is no point to this story, other than the fact that all day me and naomi found it very amusing that there was a night bus during the day and that her friend once saw a flaming night bus.
now for those of you who do not know, me and naomi often take things to far. and i will explain: for example the grade school right next to our flat (yes that is right screaming children all damn day screaming their damn little heads off, it sucks and whatever moron came up with that idea i must say thank you with a bullet to the head) killing one of the children and stringing them to the fence as to teach the other screaming bastards to watch out and keep quiet or that will happen to you, thats way to far. and then of course there is the whole over sex fiona bruce. see fiona bruce is a news reader who basically looks like she is going to come across the news desk and just start making out with the camera. so me and naomi now constantly say things such as, "I am Fiona Bruce, nothing under ten inches" and other such stuff like that. it was so to the point that we spent all of tuesday making up these funny things that Fiona, a very high classes whore, would say to the man, woman, or animal she was going to do with her come to bed eyes.
anyway i seemed to have suddenly lost my train of thought and on this note i must end.
good bye until i see you again!
up coming: adventures with the West Side (that is flat D5 of Goldsmiths college: university of London) in Dublin, Ireland...that is right look out ireland because here we come. so odds are i will post of monday or tuesday. see you soon. MWAAAAAA! |
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| hello live journal |
[Dec. 1st, 2004|11:17 am] |
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| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | All the Things That I've Done - The Killers | ] |
Hello Live journal!
Before i begin i must say a few important things. the first of these being please do not laugh at my spelling, I am well aware that my spelling is piss poor, and often times the things i say make no sense and cause, even myself, to laugh and laugh because frankily i am not the brightest person. next, i am not good at updating these things, as learned by the last one i had. ok with that said i will begin.
how to put this. my name is mike and i am 21 years old. there that is said and will not be done again. i am currrently residing in london, england. it is awesome. i am spending my days doing nothing and my evenings are filled with drinking, and excellent people. i am enjoying my time here thus far (we will make sure i still feel like i enjoyed the time when i leave at some point next week). i am generally easy going, and well thats all i have to say about that. Today has been boring, much like most of this week, because my flat and i are going to dublin this weekend, which is guaranteed to be an adventure all unto itself. i am most excited, because well it is dublin and i am going with 5 people i very much enjoy being with. class are just about done...actually i only have 4 classes left in my college career (at least undergrad career). that is right i will be a college graduate come december 20th. wow a college grad....yikes. next task find a job. i am actually currently working on this task, but who knows. i have emailed my resume to a friends mom who said she would help me get a job...no word yet, resume sucks...i know. i am well aware that my resume sucks, because i worked in a pizza restaurant for 8 years. wow eight years!! anyway i know this is pointless and i am only doing it because i am bored. i hope my friends will read this and comment. because frankily i am bored. well i am off |
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