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Good day.
Where to start. It’s been so long since I’ve actually written anything, I don’t actually know what I’ve said and when the last time I updated you guys of my progress was...
I shall start from when I got my job. I think I remember updating something about me going for an interview. Well, I had my interview and upon leaving the building they stopped me and asked me when I could start. So hey, job, first try. I’m just that damn good.
I’m now a clerical assistant for Renfrewshire Council. Sounds all cool and official. Really it just means that I’m a slave. Not quite cubicle ridden yet, but still. Same idea. Also, it makes Tony Blair my boss. Aren’t I lucky?
So I’ve been working there for about 4 weeks now. I think it’ll be my 4th full week on Friday coming. Which is fine. It’s just a small office. There are 5 of us. Kathy the boss (who was on holiday for my first 2 weeks) Joanne, second in command; Alex... he does something... Debbie, she’s a senior administrative assistant. And me. I do nothing. I’m supposed to type up reports. But I do as little work as I possibly can. For instance; I’m entitled to an hour for lunch, usually about 12. So at 12, I stop and read my paper for half an hour, eat from half 12 to half 1, (which actually takes me, tops, 15 minutes) and then I can generally far about and look busy until about 2:30. I’m just that damn good.
Like I said, it’s easy. And they’re a good bunch, so I can’t complain really. My only qualm is money. At the moment, I’m still just entitled to my benefits, as it’s a training scheme, so I’m getting approx £120 (about $190) a fortnight.... and that’s not a lot of money. It’s only like £30 ($50ish) more than I’m getting for doing absolutely nothing. So it really feels as though it’s not worth my time. My moral has been pretty low due to that actually, but hey. After my 4th week, it should go up to pretty much £120 a week. So my wages double. So at least I’ll have a little more money than I have just now (double actually, but I think I just said that.)
So as I said, I do nothing. I had a half day yesterday because I had something to do... I can’t remember... oh yeah, they sent me on a course to learn how to send an email. =o| yeah, I know what you’re thinking, but hey. I went, and I learned. And I almost felt like coming home and hitting the vodka. (but alas, I don’t drink... something else new about me actually =o) ) So I had my half day anyway. I had a half day today too, because I had an interview.
I had an interview for a modern apprenticeship in the council. Basically, I’ll work, earn a good wage, and learn. I’ll eventually earn an SVQ level 3 (which is pretty high. it goes up as high as having supervisory powers. So eventually I’ll have slaves of my own) in Business Administration. (Which means if I get it, I’ll go from “cleric” to “administrator” =D (I’m hoping that I’ll go from Cleric to Administrator to Councillor to Member of Parliament to Prime Minister; it seems like a logical route.)
Anyway, I how have a job. Oh, I have a half day tomorrow too. Since the area we live in (council housing) is being regenerated (demolished), we’re being moved. My mum was offered a house a little further up the street (which isn’t being regenerated). It’s just the same house only opposite. It’s on the opposite side of the building, so all the rooms will feel as though they’re on the wrong side. We’re (my mum, dad and myself) are all going up to see it tomorrow. So that should be cool. If all goes well, we’ll be moved in up there before the end of November. Which means we’ll be settled and stuff in time for Christmas. The upside is, because the council are forcing us out, they have to give us money. (“Relocation allowance” or something like that... I couldn’t care less really) anyway. We get to have both houses for a month, so we can completely redecorate the second house before moving in. which is a hell of a lot easier than selling a house having to move everything in one day. And it’s not that far away, so every time we walk up to do a little work on the house; we can take a bag or a box or something. It’s easier.
So hopefully that goes well too. =o) What else is there?
I had a fairly good weekend there. Margie was up. She was supposed to be here at 6 (as usual) but there was a mix-up and they sold her ticket. So she got into Glasgow at 10:20pm. I met Craig and Shivonne at 6 anyway, and we went to the cinema and saw SharkTale it was cool. =o) the little pink fish is soooo Shivonne =D anyone else see it? Hehe, but I did enjoy the movie. After it was finished, we went outside and we met Dave (what a guy) and we stood and talked to him and his friends and we decided that they were going to KFC and I was going to walk round to Buchannan Street to meet Margie. So I did, and I sat there and drew a little picture for her while I was waiting. Twas cool, I just sat about and I was talking/singing to myself (as you do) and I seen her bus come in, so I threw my paper (that I bought from the guy who walks about shouting “tomorrows record” and left it on the bench and waited at the back of the bus for her to get her bag. Got a nice big hug and we walked towards KFC. Smiles all round =D heh =$
Just as we got there, Dave had to get his friends to the bus station so they could go home, so we didn’t go see another movie with Margie, cause we were all gonna go. I love going to the pictures with Margie. She doesn’t really like going to the pictures, but she does when she’s up here, cause she like spending time with me (so she said, which was sweet =D ) it’s cool when we go to the pictures though, cause she always ends up with her head on my shoulders and we always walk home arm in arm. It’s lovely.
Anyway, Dave was going home, and Craig and Shivonne wanted to go home too, so we walked down to the train station and got on a train. I paid for a taxi home and we got home.
Now... Friday night... you’d think you could come in, relax, have a cup of tea, maybe a sandwich or something like that.
As it seems, my sister and her kids were in (bearing in mind this was about 11:30pm.) They came down because my dog was having puppies. Woo. (That was sarcasm) I mean, don’t get me wrong. I knew that the dog was pregnant. But come on, I wanted to lie down and do nothing. Alas, no. 5 puppies when we went to sleep. Margie and I didn’t sleep right away; we just lay there talking shit, as we usually do. I just kinda sat there, holding her hand or her leaning on me with my arm around her, just talking shit. For example; Margie informed me that Aliens... aliens are not actually from another planet. They’re time travelling archaeologists from earth. They’ve obviously evolved so that they don’t resemble us anymore and they’re coming back to see what they used to look like. Much like we’d do if we had the technology. We’d go back to see what dinosaurs actually looked like, or what prehistoric man was like.
Like I said. Talking shit. But it was great.
We went to sleep about 4. I had to get up and nip to the loo, actually, I think I went twice... anyway, that’s not the point. Both times I got up, I fell over. Yeah, straight onto the ground. Though, that’s not the point either. What I was going to tell you was. Margie giggles in her sleep. It was sooooooooo cute. =D =$ Anyway, we got up about 11 or 12 so we could go shopping. When we woke... yeah... 10 puppies, so if anyone wants a puppy for Christmas, then hey. I’m your man (they make a great alternative to turkey.)
Margie and I went to my friend Michelle’s that night. We went for a “party” and it wasn’t really. We (Margie, Fraser and I) ended up sitting in the kitchen. I stole Michelle’s CD player from her room and brought it to the kitchen and we sat in the kitchen. Cuthy and Stu had brought their Xbox so they sat in the living room and played that for a bit and eventually joined us in the kitchen. They had something to eat and I just sat there talking to Fraser and Margie. I had the alarm on my phone set for 23:59. It was only about 10. We sat, killed time by talking shit. Totally emotionally scarred some guy for life.
Margie and I were talking about pizza (Stu was sitting eating a pizza) she said she liked pepperoni on a pizza, I said (I fun,) “Aww yeah, you can’t beat having a big bit of meat in your mouth.” However, just as I said that, the guy had walked through the door. He just stopped, turned and left. *licks fingertip and draws a “1” in the air*
Anyway, 23:59 drew closer and as my alarm went off, I asked Cuthy, Stu, Fraser, Michelle and of course Margie to be sitting in the kitchen with me. My phone was on the table, and it went off. I quickly pressed snooze before anyone noticed and everyone was standing around me. I just looked at Margie and smiled. She looked down at my phone and as it turned 00:00 she simply said, “Happy Birthday.” =D
Everyone followed suit, and a whole bunch of little 16 year old chicks started singing happy birthday. Needless to say, I was pretty red. Heh =$
Anyway, after a little while (about 1ish =o) ) We left, Stu was leaving, so he gave me and Margie a lift down by mine before taking Fraser home. Twas nice of him though, he was mighty stoned, so it could have been fun.
Actually, earlier that day, my friend Dougie had taken Fraser, Margie and I to Robertson’s Car Park a.k.a. “The Car Park in the Sky.” (Because it towers above the town, and you can see the whole of Paisley) Margie really liked it; she’d never seen it before. It looks a lot better from there than it does up close anyway.
So Margie and I got home, and I opened my presents from her (which, incidentally, we’d went shopping for earlier in the day.) They were the weirdest, most obscure and cutest gifts ever. A box of candy canes, some confetti made of my name (little shiny James’), a pack of post-its, a DVD (Donnie Darko, which I’ve still not seen) and a ball of string.
I gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and said thank you. We went to bed and lay there, I stuck Donnie Darko on, and we both fell asleep. Yeah... still not seen it yet.
Ahhh... Sunday... what a day.
See, I don’t know whether Sunday was good or bad. I mean, if you take the good bits and the bad bits and plot them on some kind of line graph, it’d probably have an average and it’d be a fairly normal day for me. (What the fuck am I talking about? =S )
I mean, Sunday morning... Sunday morning was quite possibly one of the happiest mornings of my life.
I woke to the smiling eyes of the most beautiful and most amazing girl who has ever graced Gods (my) green earth. As I woke, the first thing I saw was Margie. Just looking at me. A nice gentle smile, not only on her face but in her beautiful eyes, too. And a simple yet angelic “Happy birthday, James.” I might even have got a hug, but I can’t remember. I was lost.
We just lay there smiling and talking randomly. Twas nice. We got up and Margie went through to talk to my mum and I got changed and stuff. We had some breakfast and we headed up to Glasgow. See, I hadn’t actually realised that I had something I had to do that I wasn’t going to like.
We went to Glasgow and we went to a sandwich shop to get Margie something to eat for her trip and we went to Starbucks for a coffee. Stu was on, and his supervisor wasn’t about (for the first time in 3 years) so I managed to get my first free Mocha. Margie got a free Hot Chocolate. Twas kind of him. We stood and talked to him for a bit and he asked if I wanted to go to the cinema or something later that night, I said yeah.
Actually, before we got to Starbucks we got to a shop just opening called “The Mens Store.” There was a guy “Paul” standing outside with balloons, so Margie asked for a balloon, which he happily handed over. She giggled and stuff. We went round to the bus stop and we sat and talked before her bus got there. Only then did it hit me that I was going to have to say goodbye to her on my birthday. =o(
Her bus arrived and she put her bag in the undercarriage and she gave me a big hug and a kiss. I told her I’d miss her and stuff like that, she told me she was gonna miss me too. She got on the bus and sat at a window seat on the side of the bus that I was at. So I stood there looking at her, smiling waving, the usual.
I have loads of free SMS so I was sending her little messages. I was stood there searching my pockets, but I couldn’t find a pen. She wondered what I was doing, so I text her saying. “I was looking for a pen, cause I was going to write you a little note saying “I *heart* You” but alas, you have both my pencils, so in a way I suppose you were saved. Love you honey. Xx.” She got it and I seen her giggling. It was so cute. I stood there sending random messages to her. Telling her I was going to miss her and stuff like that. She looked all sad, but she was smiling. The eyes don’t lie though. I know she was all sad =o( I was too.
I sent her a message telling her that the only reason I was so over smiley was because it was the only thing stopping me from crying. =$ she thought it was sweet and made faces to get me to laugh (or cry... probably both) but I didn’t cry, I just giggled away. Kept sending little sweet messages. I was so close to getting in the undercarriage of the bus so I could stow away. Or killing the driver and driving myself. (Actually, that’s not half a bad idea.) So eventually, unfortunately, the engine of the coach started and I knew that meant she was leaving =o( she blew me a kiss, and she was gone. Was ready for running (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) to see the bus at the other side of the terminal, but then I remembered that I’m a lazy bastard and didn’t. I walked home. Well, to the train station. And I cried. Not sobbing, but tears running down my face. Twas nice to get some built up endorphins out. But I did what I always do when I’m upset/sad/angry. I walked across busy roads and flipped off drivers. I figure, I was here before these cars were made (Well, most of them) so I have right of way. Also, I was all sad, so I didn’t care either way.
Oh, yeah, before Margie left, she told me to thank Paul from The Mens Store for her balloon. I jokingly said, “want me to phone you on my way past so you can thank him yourself?” She, half-jokingly herself, said yes. So on the way past I went in, because Paul was no longer standing outside with balloons. I was looking for him, and his manager asked me what I wanted. I said I was looking for Paul, I had a message for him. She made me tell her what it was, so I did. She giggled and shouted Paul over. I dialled just as he got over and I gave him the phone. Margie spoke to him. And he went bright red. By now, all his co-workers knew what was happening too (the boss was telling people) so he was mighty embarrassed. He gave me the phone back, and I apologised. He couldn’t muster any words. I think that was our second combined scarring of the weekend. *licks fingertip and draws a “2” in the air*
Got home and wanted to sleep, but I text Cuthy and Fraser asking if they wanted to go to the pictures with Stu and I. Fraser was working, but Cuthy wanted to go, so we went to see Resident Evil 2. Before it started I went out to phone Margie to make sure she got home ok (like I told her I would) and she did. She was just getting in the door as I phoned, so I didn’t keep her long. Told her I missed her and stuff and let her go.
Resident Evil 2 was actually really good. It felt more like the game than the first one did. Set itself up for a third though, but that was half expected from the start, but I’d recommend it to people.
Stu gave us a lift back home again. We rocked out to some Bowling for Soup on the way home. It was cool. Nice chillaxing drive.
Monday. Work was uneventful. Really slow. I was all quiet. I still missed Margie.
Tuesday. God, I tried so hard on Tuesday to smile. And I managed it for the most part. Like I said, I had a half day, so I left about lunch time. It was a miserable day. It was coming down in buckets. I was walking up the street with my brolley in hand.
Now, I seen the car approaching, and I even seen the puddle. In fact, I even thought about it. If I lower my brolley I’ll prevent myself from getting very wet, but my head will get a little wet. On the flipside. If I did nothing, I’d get very wet but my head would stay dry for the most part.
By the time I’d thought this through I was already soaked and the car was long gone. But I managed to keep a smile on my face, because I take things like that in good spirit. Got on my bus. It was full, so I stood in the gangway. The driver insisted on stopping to pick up more people, but in fairness, it was terrible weather and most bus stops don’t have shelters. So the bus got fuller and fuller. We got to Paisley and everyone got off. I stayed on the bus until last to ask the driver a question. Not unreasonable you’d think.
I approached his little window and said, “Excuse me, do you go round Cotton Street?” (Because it’d have meant I’d have had to walk less in the rain.
His exact words to me were, “sorry mate, I can’t hear you. I’m in a hurry. It’s my dinner break. Get off my bus.”
I was... flabbergasted. I got off the bus, pretty pissed off to tell you the truth. So I did what I do and I walked across the road and flipped the other drivers off. Got to where I was going. Sat down and had a cup of tea. They had no bloody milk. “Tea Whitener” What the fuck is that?! I had a tea, which tasted like shit. And I sat learning how to send an email. Which was nice. I found out that the training accounts were actually live accounts and sent emails to my colleagues telling them I was bored and wanted to die and stuff. I even drew one of them a little picture in paint of a beautiful tree and rainbow. Just cause it was coming down in buckets. =D aaaaanyway. Course finished. I now knew how to send an email, I wanted to test my new found skills. (Apparently I have to wait a few days before my works email account comes through.) Whatever. I slept last night. Actually, Craig was supposed to be coming over after his dinner but he didn’t so I’m hoping nothings wrong. =o(
Today. Ahh today. Another half day. I had an interview today. I think I told you about it earlier. I started writing this about 4pm, it’s just turned 7pm so I’ve been talking shit for 3 hours now.
I don’t really suppose I have much else to write about. I’m going to see Craig’s band again tonight in the Soundhaus. It should be fun. He seemed pretty mad at me for asking him how he was last night, so I’m not sure if he thinks I’m going or not, so I’m going to turn up 10 minutes late. =o) in my suit with cowboy hat and bolo =D
I’m so getting kicked out. Hehe. Anyway. It’s 7, so I actually had better get ready to go if I wanna get there for 8:10. =o)
I hope all of you are well, and I thank you for reading this if you did. It’s a bit extensive, so I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. I’m not very easily offended you see.
Anyway, I love you all, and I’ll hopefully hear from you soon. Even if it’s just “Gordon’s Alive!” or something like that... (Sorry, I seen Flash Gordon a few weeks ago)
All of you. Take care. And I’ll hopefully get to speak to you soon.
Love,
James Alexander Stevenson. Xx.
Where to start. It’s been so long since I’ve actually written anything, I don’t actually know what I’ve said and when the last time I updated you guys of my progress was...
I shall start from when I got my job. I think I remember updating something about me going for an interview. Well, I had my interview and upon leaving the building they stopped me and asked me when I could start. So hey, job, first try. I’m just that damn good.
I’m now a clerical assistant for Renfrewshire Council. Sounds all cool and official. Really it just means that I’m a slave. Not quite cubicle ridden yet, but still. Same idea. Also, it makes Tony Blair my boss. Aren’t I lucky?
So I’ve been working there for about 4 weeks now. I think it’ll be my 4th full week on Friday coming. Which is fine. It’s just a small office. There are 5 of us. Kathy the boss (who was on holiday for my first 2 weeks) Joanne, second in command; Alex... he does something... Debbie, she’s a senior administrative assistant. And me. I do nothing. I’m supposed to type up reports. But I do as little work as I possibly can. For instance; I’m entitled to an hour for lunch, usually about 12. So at 12, I stop and read my paper for half an hour, eat from half 12 to half 1, (which actually takes me, tops, 15 minutes) and then I can generally far about and look busy until about 2:30. I’m just that damn good.
Like I said, it’s easy. And they’re a good bunch, so I can’t complain really. My only qualm is money. At the moment, I’m still just entitled to my benefits, as it’s a training scheme, so I’m getting approx £120 (about $190) a fortnight.... and that’s not a lot of money. It’s only like £30 ($50ish) more than I’m getting for doing absolutely nothing. So it really feels as though it’s not worth my time. My moral has been pretty low due to that actually, but hey. After my 4th week, it should go up to pretty much £120 a week. So my wages double. So at least I’ll have a little more money than I have just now (double actually, but I think I just said that.)
So as I said, I do nothing. I had a half day yesterday because I had something to do... I can’t remember... oh yeah, they sent me on a course to learn how to send an email. =o| yeah, I know what you’re thinking, but hey. I went, and I learned. And I almost felt like coming home and hitting the vodka. (but alas, I don’t drink... something else new about me actually =o) ) So I had my half day anyway. I had a half day today too, because I had an interview.
I had an interview for a modern apprenticeship in the council. Basically, I’ll work, earn a good wage, and learn. I’ll eventually earn an SVQ level 3 (which is pretty high. it goes up as high as having supervisory powers. So eventually I’ll have slaves of my own) in Business Administration. (Which means if I get it, I’ll go from “cleric” to “administrator” =D (I’m hoping that I’ll go from Cleric to Administrator to Councillor to Member of Parliament to Prime Minister; it seems like a logical route.)
Anyway, I how have a job. Oh, I have a half day tomorrow too. Since the area we live in (council housing) is being regenerated (demolished), we’re being moved. My mum was offered a house a little further up the street (which isn’t being regenerated). It’s just the same house only opposite. It’s on the opposite side of the building, so all the rooms will feel as though they’re on the wrong side. We’re (my mum, dad and myself) are all going up to see it tomorrow. So that should be cool. If all goes well, we’ll be moved in up there before the end of November. Which means we’ll be settled and stuff in time for Christmas. The upside is, because the council are forcing us out, they have to give us money. (“Relocation allowance” or something like that... I couldn’t care less really) anyway. We get to have both houses for a month, so we can completely redecorate the second house before moving in. which is a hell of a lot easier than selling a house having to move everything in one day. And it’s not that far away, so every time we walk up to do a little work on the house; we can take a bag or a box or something. It’s easier.
So hopefully that goes well too. =o) What else is there?
I had a fairly good weekend there. Margie was up. She was supposed to be here at 6 (as usual) but there was a mix-up and they sold her ticket. So she got into Glasgow at 10:20pm. I met Craig and Shivonne at 6 anyway, and we went to the cinema and saw SharkTale it was cool. =o) the little pink fish is soooo Shivonne =D anyone else see it? Hehe, but I did enjoy the movie. After it was finished, we went outside and we met Dave (what a guy) and we stood and talked to him and his friends and we decided that they were going to KFC and I was going to walk round to Buchannan Street to meet Margie. So I did, and I sat there and drew a little picture for her while I was waiting. Twas cool, I just sat about and I was talking/singing to myself (as you do) and I seen her bus come in, so I threw my paper (that I bought from the guy who walks about shouting “tomorrows record” and left it on the bench and waited at the back of the bus for her to get her bag. Got a nice big hug and we walked towards KFC. Smiles all round =D heh =$
Just as we got there, Dave had to get his friends to the bus station so they could go home, so we didn’t go see another movie with Margie, cause we were all gonna go. I love going to the pictures with Margie. She doesn’t really like going to the pictures, but she does when she’s up here, cause she like spending time with me (so she said, which was sweet =D ) it’s cool when we go to the pictures though, cause she always ends up with her head on my shoulders and we always walk home arm in arm. It’s lovely.
Anyway, Dave was going home, and Craig and Shivonne wanted to go home too, so we walked down to the train station and got on a train. I paid for a taxi home and we got home.
Now... Friday night... you’d think you could come in, relax, have a cup of tea, maybe a sandwich or something like that.
As it seems, my sister and her kids were in (bearing in mind this was about 11:30pm.) They came down because my dog was having puppies. Woo. (That was sarcasm) I mean, don’t get me wrong. I knew that the dog was pregnant. But come on, I wanted to lie down and do nothing. Alas, no. 5 puppies when we went to sleep. Margie and I didn’t sleep right away; we just lay there talking shit, as we usually do. I just kinda sat there, holding her hand or her leaning on me with my arm around her, just talking shit. For example; Margie informed me that Aliens... aliens are not actually from another planet. They’re time travelling archaeologists from earth. They’ve obviously evolved so that they don’t resemble us anymore and they’re coming back to see what they used to look like. Much like we’d do if we had the technology. We’d go back to see what dinosaurs actually looked like, or what prehistoric man was like.
Like I said. Talking shit. But it was great.
We went to sleep about 4. I had to get up and nip to the loo, actually, I think I went twice... anyway, that’s not the point. Both times I got up, I fell over. Yeah, straight onto the ground. Though, that’s not the point either. What I was going to tell you was. Margie giggles in her sleep. It was sooooooooo cute. =D =$ Anyway, we got up about 11 or 12 so we could go shopping. When we woke... yeah... 10 puppies, so if anyone wants a puppy for Christmas, then hey. I’m your man (they make a great alternative to turkey.)
Margie and I went to my friend Michelle’s that night. We went for a “party” and it wasn’t really. We (Margie, Fraser and I) ended up sitting in the kitchen. I stole Michelle’s CD player from her room and brought it to the kitchen and we sat in the kitchen. Cuthy and Stu had brought their Xbox so they sat in the living room and played that for a bit and eventually joined us in the kitchen. They had something to eat and I just sat there talking to Fraser and Margie. I had the alarm on my phone set for 23:59. It was only about 10. We sat, killed time by talking shit. Totally emotionally scarred some guy for life.
Margie and I were talking about pizza (Stu was sitting eating a pizza) she said she liked pepperoni on a pizza, I said (I fun,) “Aww yeah, you can’t beat having a big bit of meat in your mouth.” However, just as I said that, the guy had walked through the door. He just stopped, turned and left. *licks fingertip and draws a “1” in the air*
Anyway, 23:59 drew closer and as my alarm went off, I asked Cuthy, Stu, Fraser, Michelle and of course Margie to be sitting in the kitchen with me. My phone was on the table, and it went off. I quickly pressed snooze before anyone noticed and everyone was standing around me. I just looked at Margie and smiled. She looked down at my phone and as it turned 00:00 she simply said, “Happy Birthday.” =D
Everyone followed suit, and a whole bunch of little 16 year old chicks started singing happy birthday. Needless to say, I was pretty red. Heh =$
Anyway, after a little while (about 1ish =o) ) We left, Stu was leaving, so he gave me and Margie a lift down by mine before taking Fraser home. Twas nice of him though, he was mighty stoned, so it could have been fun.
Actually, earlier that day, my friend Dougie had taken Fraser, Margie and I to Robertson’s Car Park a.k.a. “The Car Park in the Sky.” (Because it towers above the town, and you can see the whole of Paisley) Margie really liked it; she’d never seen it before. It looks a lot better from there than it does up close anyway.
So Margie and I got home, and I opened my presents from her (which, incidentally, we’d went shopping for earlier in the day.) They were the weirdest, most obscure and cutest gifts ever. A box of candy canes, some confetti made of my name (little shiny James’), a pack of post-its, a DVD (Donnie Darko, which I’ve still not seen) and a ball of string.
I gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and said thank you. We went to bed and lay there, I stuck Donnie Darko on, and we both fell asleep. Yeah... still not seen it yet.
Ahhh... Sunday... what a day.
See, I don’t know whether Sunday was good or bad. I mean, if you take the good bits and the bad bits and plot them on some kind of line graph, it’d probably have an average and it’d be a fairly normal day for me. (What the fuck am I talking about? =S )
I mean, Sunday morning... Sunday morning was quite possibly one of the happiest mornings of my life.
I woke to the smiling eyes of the most beautiful and most amazing girl who has ever graced Gods (my) green earth. As I woke, the first thing I saw was Margie. Just looking at me. A nice gentle smile, not only on her face but in her beautiful eyes, too. And a simple yet angelic “Happy birthday, James.” I might even have got a hug, but I can’t remember. I was lost.
We just lay there smiling and talking randomly. Twas nice. We got up and Margie went through to talk to my mum and I got changed and stuff. We had some breakfast and we headed up to Glasgow. See, I hadn’t actually realised that I had something I had to do that I wasn’t going to like.
We went to Glasgow and we went to a sandwich shop to get Margie something to eat for her trip and we went to Starbucks for a coffee. Stu was on, and his supervisor wasn’t about (for the first time in 3 years) so I managed to get my first free Mocha. Margie got a free Hot Chocolate. Twas kind of him. We stood and talked to him for a bit and he asked if I wanted to go to the cinema or something later that night, I said yeah.
Actually, before we got to Starbucks we got to a shop just opening called “The Mens Store.” There was a guy “Paul” standing outside with balloons, so Margie asked for a balloon, which he happily handed over. She giggled and stuff. We went round to the bus stop and we sat and talked before her bus got there. Only then did it hit me that I was going to have to say goodbye to her on my birthday. =o(
Her bus arrived and she put her bag in the undercarriage and she gave me a big hug and a kiss. I told her I’d miss her and stuff like that, she told me she was gonna miss me too. She got on the bus and sat at a window seat on the side of the bus that I was at. So I stood there looking at her, smiling waving, the usual.
I have loads of free SMS so I was sending her little messages. I was stood there searching my pockets, but I couldn’t find a pen. She wondered what I was doing, so I text her saying. “I was looking for a pen, cause I was going to write you a little note saying “I *heart* You” but alas, you have both my pencils, so in a way I suppose you were saved. Love you honey. Xx.” She got it and I seen her giggling. It was so cute. I stood there sending random messages to her. Telling her I was going to miss her and stuff like that. She looked all sad, but she was smiling. The eyes don’t lie though. I know she was all sad =o( I was too.
I sent her a message telling her that the only reason I was so over smiley was because it was the only thing stopping me from crying. =$ she thought it was sweet and made faces to get me to laugh (or cry... probably both) but I didn’t cry, I just giggled away. Kept sending little sweet messages. I was so close to getting in the undercarriage of the bus so I could stow away. Or killing the driver and driving myself. (Actually, that’s not half a bad idea.) So eventually, unfortunately, the engine of the coach started and I knew that meant she was leaving =o( she blew me a kiss, and she was gone. Was ready for running (AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA) to see the bus at the other side of the terminal, but then I remembered that I’m a lazy bastard and didn’t. I walked home. Well, to the train station. And I cried. Not sobbing, but tears running down my face. Twas nice to get some built up endorphins out. But I did what I always do when I’m upset/sad/angry. I walked across busy roads and flipped off drivers. I figure, I was here before these cars were made (Well, most of them) so I have right of way. Also, I was all sad, so I didn’t care either way.
Oh, yeah, before Margie left, she told me to thank Paul from The Mens Store for her balloon. I jokingly said, “want me to phone you on my way past so you can thank him yourself?” She, half-jokingly herself, said yes. So on the way past I went in, because Paul was no longer standing outside with balloons. I was looking for him, and his manager asked me what I wanted. I said I was looking for Paul, I had a message for him. She made me tell her what it was, so I did. She giggled and shouted Paul over. I dialled just as he got over and I gave him the phone. Margie spoke to him. And he went bright red. By now, all his co-workers knew what was happening too (the boss was telling people) so he was mighty embarrassed. He gave me the phone back, and I apologised. He couldn’t muster any words. I think that was our second combined scarring of the weekend. *licks fingertip and draws a “2” in the air*
Got home and wanted to sleep, but I text Cuthy and Fraser asking if they wanted to go to the pictures with Stu and I. Fraser was working, but Cuthy wanted to go, so we went to see Resident Evil 2. Before it started I went out to phone Margie to make sure she got home ok (like I told her I would) and she did. She was just getting in the door as I phoned, so I didn’t keep her long. Told her I missed her and stuff and let her go.
Resident Evil 2 was actually really good. It felt more like the game than the first one did. Set itself up for a third though, but that was half expected from the start, but I’d recommend it to people.
Stu gave us a lift back home again. We rocked out to some Bowling for Soup on the way home. It was cool. Nice chillaxing drive.
Monday. Work was uneventful. Really slow. I was all quiet. I still missed Margie.
Tuesday. God, I tried so hard on Tuesday to smile. And I managed it for the most part. Like I said, I had a half day, so I left about lunch time. It was a miserable day. It was coming down in buckets. I was walking up the street with my brolley in hand.
Now, I seen the car approaching, and I even seen the puddle. In fact, I even thought about it. If I lower my brolley I’ll prevent myself from getting very wet, but my head will get a little wet. On the flipside. If I did nothing, I’d get very wet but my head would stay dry for the most part.
By the time I’d thought this through I was already soaked and the car was long gone. But I managed to keep a smile on my face, because I take things like that in good spirit. Got on my bus. It was full, so I stood in the gangway. The driver insisted on stopping to pick up more people, but in fairness, it was terrible weather and most bus stops don’t have shelters. So the bus got fuller and fuller. We got to Paisley and everyone got off. I stayed on the bus until last to ask the driver a question. Not unreasonable you’d think.
I approached his little window and said, “Excuse me, do you go round Cotton Street?” (Because it’d have meant I’d have had to walk less in the rain.
His exact words to me were, “sorry mate, I can’t hear you. I’m in a hurry. It’s my dinner break. Get off my bus.”
I was... flabbergasted. I got off the bus, pretty pissed off to tell you the truth. So I did what I do and I walked across the road and flipped the other drivers off. Got to where I was going. Sat down and had a cup of tea. They had no bloody milk. “Tea Whitener” What the fuck is that?! I had a tea, which tasted like shit. And I sat learning how to send an email. Which was nice. I found out that the training accounts were actually live accounts and sent emails to my colleagues telling them I was bored and wanted to die and stuff. I even drew one of them a little picture in paint of a beautiful tree and rainbow. Just cause it was coming down in buckets. =D aaaaanyway. Course finished. I now knew how to send an email, I wanted to test my new found skills. (Apparently I have to wait a few days before my works email account comes through.) Whatever. I slept last night. Actually, Craig was supposed to be coming over after his dinner but he didn’t so I’m hoping nothings wrong. =o(
Today. Ahh today. Another half day. I had an interview today. I think I told you about it earlier. I started writing this about 4pm, it’s just turned 7pm so I’ve been talking shit for 3 hours now.
I don’t really suppose I have much else to write about. I’m going to see Craig’s band again tonight in the Soundhaus. It should be fun. He seemed pretty mad at me for asking him how he was last night, so I’m not sure if he thinks I’m going or not, so I’m going to turn up 10 minutes late. =o) in my suit with cowboy hat and bolo =D
I’m so getting kicked out. Hehe. Anyway. It’s 7, so I actually had better get ready to go if I wanna get there for 8:10. =o)
I hope all of you are well, and I thank you for reading this if you did. It’s a bit extensive, so I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t. I’m not very easily offended you see.
Anyway, I love you all, and I’ll hopefully hear from you soon. Even if it’s just “Gordon’s Alive!” or something like that... (Sorry, I seen Flash Gordon a few weeks ago)
All of you. Take care. And I’ll hopefully get to speak to you soon.
Love,
James Alexander Stevenson. Xx.