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College is going kinda well at the minute. Not doing my work seems to be the only problem. Psychology is starting to pick up because we've been watching majorly gory videos about serial killers and people (might I add, MAD people) having nose jobs without anaesthetic and just being put under a hypnotic trance. In Biology we've been speeding along the syllabus at stupid rates, but have done a few cool practicals lately. Onion-skin dissection and ammonia in tubes=Nice. English has proven my previous ideas that I would be continuing at A2 level simply for the academic advantages, and that it would probably be the most boring lesson I have. Well. Yes, it is. Media's starting to come along nicely. A lot of it is just common sense really, though my Marxist teacher Craig has been quite amusing in his rants. I think when I'm doing my research for psychology I'll try and correlate the media-orientated people and their levels of Marxism. I must admit, I agree with them mostly. Lol.
So yeah, college. That's that. I've managed to secure myself a job at Marks and Spencers after "WOW"ing them with my improvisation on the shop floor as I approached customers. (I think I had them with my "As a customer and sales assistant, what would I be able to do to make your shopping experience all the more enjoyable?" *puke* question). Yes, I know, it's saccharine and all conservative and vomit inducing, but I liked the other staff there and it seems to be a good place to work. So yeah, I will be working 4-8.30 on tuesdays, wednesdays and thursdays and 6 hours every three saturdays and sundays. At £4.29 per hour (and time and a half on sundays) I'm not complaining. So what? I'll have to wear green and sell my soul to the corporate devil, but I'd much rather be working somewhere like that than somewhere like Murderhell. You wouldn't be able to pay me enough to work there again. Yes, I'm aware that I said I didn't want to work in a shop again this Christmas, but I have to face the fact that offices will NOT employ young, inexperienced people (no matter how computer litterate and clever). Nope, they'd much rather go for the creakies that think that shoving paper underneath the monitor is a means of inputting data. God I'm a bitch.
Anyways. Family life is going quite well lately. Mum and I are getting along ok, no problems there. Me and my Dad are also having no troubles what with me not seeing him at all for ages. Ah well. I'm feeling ok with my friends too, and have tried to stop thinking that I might be really doing their heads in, because I'm sure they're assertive enough to tell me if I was. I'm really making changes actually. I've stopped worrying about people. Well... I've been trying. At the Slipknot gig (will tell you about that in a bit) I had the nerve to talk to people when they were kinda doing my head in. The first was this guy with a stupid hairdo that kept on poking me in the eyes during Mastodon, so between sets I asked him if he'd flatten it out at the back a bit so it didn't impair my vision any more than it already had. He was really nice and quite embarrassed about it, and it all turned out well. See, that might not sound like much to you, but before I would just have got more and more pissed off, and I wouldn't have said anything but allowed it to get me into a right mood. I didn't, it pissed me off slightly, so I confronted it, and he was nice! Result! So then I was on a roll with it, and when this huge scouse guy with an afro PUSHED in front of me and Claire, and prevented her from seeing anything at all, I asked him, polite as anything, if he'd let my petite pal stand in front of him (it wouldn't have made any difference to him) and he basically gave all of these excuses, one of which being "If I move half a metre back I will get really squashed in the pit" *ahem, join the club*, and then refused point blank. I suppose you can't win them all eh?
But yeah, basically I'm going through a really good self-esteem time right now. I'm feeling more comfortable now than I have in a long time. Having said that, I'm looking forward to talking to Pat again this week, just to get some stuff off my chest.
I've had a good week or so. Like I said I went to see Slipknot last Wednesday with Claire. We had our totally modified boilersuits on and mastered the transport system and got to the MEN about four hours before the doors opened. Well, we waited... And drew on our suits... And waited... And then we heard the soundchecks... And then we waited some more. Then we got in and joined another queue, to join another queue, to queue down some stairs and get really patronised by this big fatarse that reckoned that he knew everything about gigs. gah. Then we got to being about two rows from the front when Mastodon played all five songs of their set, then Hatebreed came on, who were good, but I would have preferred a shorter set from them and a longer one from Mastodon. Then Slayer came on and that's when it got scary. I was pushed so hard that all the safety pins came undone on the back of my suit and dug into my skin, I was inhaling that scouse bastard's fucking stinky afro and having this guy's boner pressed into my butt-cheek. Class. It was Ok until about half way through the set when I was getting what little air I could get into my lungs squashed out and got feeling really faint. Then I started freaking out because Claire was looking a bit droopy and it took about five or six taps on the shoulder to get her attention, and I started thinking: "What if I passed out in here? No one would notice and I'd get crushed." So I bailed and escaped with Claire to the outskirts of the pit. When I was at the barriers Claire was looking really ooky and was indeed having a panic attack, so we had to go to the medical corridor to make sure she was ok, and to cool down a bit. Then we were sent to the back but managed to get about a third of the way from the stage when Slipknot came on, who were fucking phenomenal. And mo, I don't care what you say. Slayer were boring, and Slipknot were the highlight of the night. For me anyways.
So yes, that was that. Then this weekend Sarah came down from Manchester, and we had a cool night on Saturday, caught up and watched Monster. Then on Sunday, we went to see SAW!!!! Sick. Just Sick. I reccomend it, it's the best modern horror movie that I've seen. Then this week's been pretty crappy. Rob's coming home tomorrow though, which will be nice. I've been really looking forward to seeing him lately. It seems like such a long time. Though I'm also kinda nervous about it, because I'm all too aware of the fact that I have to prove to him what he's been missing, but I think I've been boring him, which is perfectly understandable. He says he misses me and I don't doubt that, I miss him too. I just think that as he's becoming a city boy and all that, my small-town sentiments and attitudes might seem a little retarded to him. Indeed, I'm really feeling the age difference now. Just talking to him I'm really aware that he's a year older than I, and I think he may find me a bit immature. Ah well. Can't win them all, as I said.
Meh, better go and do some homework, I think this huge post counts as sufficient procrastination.
Soph
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Right...
College is going kinda well at the minute. Not doing my work seems to be the only problem. Psychology is starting to pick up because we've been watching majorly gory videos about serial killers and people (might I add, MAD people) having nose jobs without anaesthetic and just being put under a hypnotic trance. In Biology we've been speeding along the syllabus at stupid rates, but have done a few cool practicals lately. Onion-skin dissection and ammonia in tubes=Nice. English has proven my previous ideas that I would be continuing at A2 level simply for the academic advantages, and that it would probably be the most boring lesson I have. Well. Yes, it is. Media's starting to come along nicely. A lot of it is just common sense really, though my Marxist teacher Craig has been quite amusing in his rants. I think when I'm doing my research for psychology I'll try and correlate the media-orientated people and their levels of Marxism. I must admit, I agree with them mostly. Lol.
So yeah, college. That's that. I've managed to secure myself a job at Marks and Spencers after "WOW"ing them with my improvisation on the shop floor as I approached customers. (I think I had them with my "As a customer and sales assistant, what would I be able to do to make your shopping experience all the more enjoyable?" *puke* question). Yes, I know, it's saccharine and all conservative and vomit inducing, but I liked the other staff there and it seems to be a good place to work. So yeah, I will be working 4-8.30 on tuesdays, wednesdays and thursdays and 6 hours every three saturdays and sundays. At £4.29 per hour (and time and a half on sundays) I'm not complaining. So what? I'll have to wear green and sell my soul to the corporate devil, but I'd much rather be working somewhere like that than somewhere like Murderhell. You wouldn't be able to pay me enough to work there again. Yes, I'm aware that I said I didn't want to work in a shop again this Christmas, but I have to face the fact that offices will NOT employ young, inexperienced people (no matter how computer litterate and clever). Nope, they'd much rather go for the creakies that think that shoving paper underneath the monitor is a means of inputting data. God I'm a bitch.
Anyways. Family life is going quite well lately. Mum and I are getting along ok, no problems there. Me and my Dad are also having no troubles what with me not seeing him at all for ages. Ah well. I'm feeling ok with my friends too, and have tried to stop thinking that I might be really doing their heads in, because I'm sure they're assertive enough to tell me if I was. I'm really making changes actually. I've stopped worrying about people. Well... I've been trying. At the Slipknot gig (will tell you about that in a bit) I had the nerve to talk to people when they were kinda doing my head in. The first was this guy with a stupid hairdo that kept on poking me in the eyes during Mastodon, so between sets I asked him if he'd flatten it out at the back a bit so it didn't impair my vision any more than it already had. He was really nice and quite embarrassed about it, and it all turned out well. See, that might not sound like much to you, but before I would just have got more and more pissed off, and I wouldn't have said anything but allowed it to get me into a right mood. I didn't, it pissed me off slightly, so I confronted it, and he was nice! Result! So then I was on a roll with it, and when this huge scouse guy with an afro PUSHED in front of me and Claire, and prevented her from seeing anything at all, I asked him, polite as anything, if he'd let my petite pal stand in front of him (it wouldn't have made any difference to him) and he basically gave all of these excuses, one of which being "If I move half a metre back I will get really squashed in the pit" *ahem, join the club*, and then refused point blank. I suppose you can't win them all eh?
But yeah, basically I'm going through a really good self-esteem time right now. I'm feeling more comfortable now than I have in a long time. Having said that, I'm looking forward to talking to Pat again this week, just to get some stuff off my chest.
I've had a good week or so. Like I said I went to see Slipknot last Wednesday with Claire. We had our totally modified boilersuits on and mastered the transport system and got to the MEN about four hours before the doors opened. Well, we waited... And drew on our suits... And waited... And then we heard the soundchecks... And then we waited some more. Then we got in and joined another queue, to join another queue, to queue down some stairs and get really patronised by this big fatarse that reckoned that he knew everything about gigs. gah. Then we got to being about two rows from the front when Mastodon played all five songs of their set, then Hatebreed came on, who were good, but I would have preferred a shorter set from them and a longer one from Mastodon. Then Slayer came on and that's when it got scary. I was pushed so hard that all the safety pins came undone on the back of my suit and dug into my skin, I was inhaling that scouse bastard's fucking stinky afro and having this guy's boner pressed into my butt-cheek. Class. It was Ok until about half way through the set when I was getting what little air I could get into my lungs squashed out and got feeling really faint. Then I started freaking out because Claire was looking a bit droopy and it took about five or six taps on the shoulder to get her attention, and I started thinking: "What if I passed out in here? No one would notice and I'd get crushed." So I bailed and escaped with Claire to the outskirts of the pit. When I was at the barriers Claire was looking really ooky and was indeed having a panic attack, so we had to go to the medical corridor to make sure she was ok, and to cool down a bit. Then we were sent to the back but managed to get about a third of the way from the stage when Slipknot came on, who were fucking phenomenal. And mo, I don't care what you say. Slayer were boring, and Slipknot were the highlight of the night. For me anyways.
So yes, that was that. Then this weekend Sarah came down from Manchester, and we had a cool night on Saturday, caught up and watched Monster. Then on Sunday, we went to see SAW!!!! Sick. Just Sick. I reccomend it, it's the best modern horror movie that I've seen. Then this week's been pretty crappy. Rob's coming home tomorrow though, which will be nice. I've been really looking forward to seeing him lately. It seems like such a long time. Though I'm also kinda nervous about it, because I'm all too aware of the fact that I have to prove to him what he's been missing, but I think I've been boring him, which is perfectly understandable. He says he misses me and I don't doubt that, I miss him too. I just think that as he's becoming a city boy and all that, my small-town sentiments and attitudes might seem a little retarded to him. Indeed, I'm really feeling the age difference now. Just talking to him I'm really aware that he's a year older than I, and I think he may find me a bit immature. Ah well. Can't win them all, as I said.
Meh, better go and do some homework, I think this huge post counts as sufficient procrastination.
Soph
xxx