In Which Kelza Outsmarts A 12-Year-Old, Waffles About Walking and Uses Rats as Boob Warmers.
DISCLAIMER: This entry is a backdated entry from one of my handwritten journals. Events recorded here happened some time ago.
I've got a bit of time before work so I thought heck, why not break this journal in? I'm just waiting for my clothes to wash and dry.
I totally forgot it was Eurovision last night. Conchita Wurst (Austria) won, which I'm mightily chuffed about. But of course, all over Facebook there's the usual bullshit about "ew bearded ladies" (even though Conchita is a MALE DRAG ACT), and transphobic/homophobic crap like that. I'm glad that Conchita won. Screw what the haters say.
The weather's been flipping horrible, though. I woke up today to find my three trough planters FULL of water; my poor plants were submerged! I freaked out a little bit and poured the excess water away - all over the garden table, so it'll need cleaning when the weather picks up - and I really hope it won't affect the plants. There are no drainage holes in the troughs!
I dunno whether I should bring the planters in to dry out, try and poke some holes in the bottom for drainage maybe... I could stash them under the table out of the rain, I suppose - won't be as sunny under there but I really don't want the plants to drown. The compost is still waterlogged, but there's not really much I can do about that without upending the whole planter.
Anywho, I slept pretty peacefully last night with Kaitlyn on my bed and my Gong t-shirt glowing away gently on the back of my chair. Next time I see System 7 live I have to wear that, and a shit ton of glowsticks.
I was woken before my alarm by Kaitlyn licking my face, which gave me a head start on getting my work clothes washed. Plus, I've had time to wake up properly before my shift as well.
I've just spent half an hour opening and pasting all the excerpts of Terribad Fantasy Romance Novel into a document to see how much I've done on it altogether. It currently stands at 24574 words across 44 pages, which is more than I expected. If I added on the stuff I have yet to type, it would be going on 30k, 50 pages.
I need to dig out my plotcards and have a proper go at it again one day. In the last few years I've learned a lot of stuff that would inform the story and the setting. Heck, I could even revive some of my other projects set in Llandren; that would be really cool. I've been missing the place.
I've just had a spontaneous idea. Remember Crimson Dawn? The character Selenth? He's well travelled, he's met a load of people from all across Llandren of all kinds of cultures and ethnicities. He didn't really have many character flaws.
I've just had the idea to make him a bit racist. Not BNP-style vocally racist, but racist in an ignorant, innate kind of way - the kind of guy who seems nice until he spouts some ignorant bullshit, and you're confused until you realise he only seemed nice because you're white. It would definitely make him more morally ambiguous and three-dimensional.
AFTER WORK: Not a bad shift today, except some kid attempted to scam us out of Pick and Mix sweets - the usual method where you weigh out a small amount, say 65p worth, get the little print-off with the barcode, and then add more sweets. This kid did exactly that, put a 65p sticker on a (full) large Pick and Mix cup worth £3.99, and then looked kinda annoyed when I charged him the full price.
I was just thinking, calm the fuck down, kid, £3.99 for all those sweets is kinda a bargain. In a bag, the full weight would have cost him double. But yeah, I politely told him to put it in a bag instead, weigh that and bring it back to us when he was gobbing off about the "unexpected" price. I finished my shift immediately after, so I warned Pat and Janet to double check it. The kid had come in just as we were closing, probably hoping we'd be too preoccupied with shutting for the night to notice any shenanigans.
When I got home, I just pissed about on the internet, did some sporadic editing on Couch, and then took Kaitlyn on a walk while she was temporarily banned from the backyard (Ashley was out there working on his bike with his friend Daniel - Kaitlyn, for some reason, does not like Daniel).
The sunset looked to be quite nice, so instead of taking the usual route, I took her up to the landfill site. Doesn't sound very nice, but it's being converted to a park. It's actual, official name is Lyme and Wood Country Park. It was a colliery, Lyme and Wood Pits, then landfill, but now it's quite a pleasant walk. Lots of green space, a meander through some farmland, and open sky.
Once we were off the estate we saw nary a soul. I walked her up past the two farms - jogged a bit to get to the hill quicker - but in the fields we still had a good view of the sky, and what looked to be a glorious sunset gradually turned crap as the clouds rolled in. As we reached the hill, I saw some people heading up with their dogs (off the lead) so I turned back and strolled at my leisure.
It was nice. The last of the light ebbed away, bunnies startled and hopped away at our approach. I spied a bird of prey scouring the fields against slate-grey clouds; the air was a cacophony of birdsong and rustling leaves in a breeze that promised rain.
We returned around the back of the school and out onto Lancaster Close. I walked Kaitlyn along her usual route, then along the strip of grass opposite the Kershaw Centre and back home along the main road.
After that, I got down to some more editing, and then cuddled Summer and Ramona for a while. They were snuggled up nicely on my boobs and I just enjoyed their softness and warmth for a while. Barnaby's still hanging in there. Tomorrow I'm gonna have to get all the rats out for a while, the Golden Girls and then the babies.
For now, though, I must sleep. Tomorrow, I'll enjoy my day off work. I'm in at 8:30am on Tuesday, and I have no idea how I'm gonna get in because the side door hates my employee card!
I've got a bit of time before work so I thought heck, why not break this journal in? I'm just waiting for my clothes to wash and dry.
I totally forgot it was Eurovision last night. Conchita Wurst (Austria) won, which I'm mightily chuffed about. But of course, all over Facebook there's the usual bullshit about "ew bearded ladies" (even though Conchita is a MALE DRAG ACT), and transphobic/homophobic crap like that. I'm glad that Conchita won. Screw what the haters say.
The weather's been flipping horrible, though. I woke up today to find my three trough planters FULL of water; my poor plants were submerged! I freaked out a little bit and poured the excess water away - all over the garden table, so it'll need cleaning when the weather picks up - and I really hope it won't affect the plants. There are no drainage holes in the troughs!
I dunno whether I should bring the planters in to dry out, try and poke some holes in the bottom for drainage maybe... I could stash them under the table out of the rain, I suppose - won't be as sunny under there but I really don't want the plants to drown. The compost is still waterlogged, but there's not really much I can do about that without upending the whole planter.
Anywho, I slept pretty peacefully last night with Kaitlyn on my bed and my Gong t-shirt glowing away gently on the back of my chair. Next time I see System 7 live I have to wear that, and a shit ton of glowsticks.
I was woken before my alarm by Kaitlyn licking my face, which gave me a head start on getting my work clothes washed. Plus, I've had time to wake up properly before my shift as well.
I've just spent half an hour opening and pasting all the excerpts of Terribad Fantasy Romance Novel into a document to see how much I've done on it altogether. It currently stands at 24574 words across 44 pages, which is more than I expected. If I added on the stuff I have yet to type, it would be going on 30k, 50 pages.
I need to dig out my plotcards and have a proper go at it again one day. In the last few years I've learned a lot of stuff that would inform the story and the setting. Heck, I could even revive some of my other projects set in Llandren; that would be really cool. I've been missing the place.
I've just had a spontaneous idea. Remember Crimson Dawn? The character Selenth? He's well travelled, he's met a load of people from all across Llandren of all kinds of cultures and ethnicities. He didn't really have many character flaws.
I've just had the idea to make him a bit racist. Not BNP-style vocally racist, but racist in an ignorant, innate kind of way - the kind of guy who seems nice until he spouts some ignorant bullshit, and you're confused until you realise he only seemed nice because you're white. It would definitely make him more morally ambiguous and three-dimensional.
AFTER WORK: Not a bad shift today, except some kid attempted to scam us out of Pick and Mix sweets - the usual method where you weigh out a small amount, say 65p worth, get the little print-off with the barcode, and then add more sweets. This kid did exactly that, put a 65p sticker on a (full) large Pick and Mix cup worth £3.99, and then looked kinda annoyed when I charged him the full price.
I was just thinking, calm the fuck down, kid, £3.99 for all those sweets is kinda a bargain. In a bag, the full weight would have cost him double. But yeah, I politely told him to put it in a bag instead, weigh that and bring it back to us when he was gobbing off about the "unexpected" price. I finished my shift immediately after, so I warned Pat and Janet to double check it. The kid had come in just as we were closing, probably hoping we'd be too preoccupied with shutting for the night to notice any shenanigans.
When I got home, I just pissed about on the internet, did some sporadic editing on Couch, and then took Kaitlyn on a walk while she was temporarily banned from the backyard (Ashley was out there working on his bike with his friend Daniel - Kaitlyn, for some reason, does not like Daniel).
The sunset looked to be quite nice, so instead of taking the usual route, I took her up to the landfill site. Doesn't sound very nice, but it's being converted to a park. It's actual, official name is Lyme and Wood Country Park. It was a colliery, Lyme and Wood Pits, then landfill, but now it's quite a pleasant walk. Lots of green space, a meander through some farmland, and open sky.
Once we were off the estate we saw nary a soul. I walked her up past the two farms - jogged a bit to get to the hill quicker - but in the fields we still had a good view of the sky, and what looked to be a glorious sunset gradually turned crap as the clouds rolled in. As we reached the hill, I saw some people heading up with their dogs (off the lead) so I turned back and strolled at my leisure.
It was nice. The last of the light ebbed away, bunnies startled and hopped away at our approach. I spied a bird of prey scouring the fields against slate-grey clouds; the air was a cacophony of birdsong and rustling leaves in a breeze that promised rain.
We returned around the back of the school and out onto Lancaster Close. I walked Kaitlyn along her usual route, then along the strip of grass opposite the Kershaw Centre and back home along the main road.
After that, I got down to some more editing, and then cuddled Summer and Ramona for a while. They were snuggled up nicely on my boobs and I just enjoyed their softness and warmth for a while. Barnaby's still hanging in there. Tomorrow I'm gonna have to get all the rats out for a while, the Golden Girls and then the babies.
For now, though, I must sleep. Tomorrow, I'll enjoy my day off work. I'm in at 8:30am on Tuesday, and I have no idea how I'm gonna get in because the side door hates my employee card!