back again!
I am starting to observe a history of random disappearances and reappearances in my behaviour. Erratic as ever i guess.
so.... University is over, and I'm through with education for at least a few years. Unfortunately I'm starting to realise that after 4 years of the above mentioned Education I still know sweet F A. I'm planning to break it gently to me. Maybe I'll sneak up on me one day and shout *oi!! Dumb features!! sit down and read some stuff or ill kick your head in!.* I have not yet thought about the implications of having to kick my own head in. Might have to take some yoga classes. Or maybe I'll negotiate doing my head in instead, I've been sucessfully doing that for a number of years.
News Item number two. I no longer live in the beatiful if overpriced and filled with knobs county of Surrey. I have instead followed my man to the magical Scouseland like a noble something-or-another. It's ok here, people are cool, lots of dog poo around. Feels a bit like time travel. This place is what I'd imagine everywhere else has been like 30 years ago. All the girls I've met so far can see no other option after school than to get married, have little screamy things and start getting ready for christmas in october for the rest of their lives. I'm kinda feeling a bit like an old looser here with my shiny new degree and shiny new career possibilities as everyone else my age has at least 2 school age kids and no mental health issues. Apart from the one that makes people believe Jordan is a beautiful, naturally looking decent woman. HELLO??? ARE WE FROM THE SAME PLANET PEOPLE??? In short, Annie is a Billy no-mates once again. Doesnt help that they speak a foreign language. Why couldn't they have taught me this at school? Honestly, I'm using about 1/4 of the GOOD English that i've learned there. My teachers would have been horrified, but the locals seem impressed. Now I'm just plain confused.
News item number three. I have a job that i took up in complete desperation to avoid living in a cardboard box in Liverpool train station. The less said about it the better. There's luckily a decent job starting in a few weeks, with decent money and working conditions, and hopefully less medaeval standards of care. I only need to learn my way round a hospital the size of a small african country....
thats about it. Ill be back with another update in about a year. I promise. I shall now get back to the kitchen to cook imaginative things out of potatoes, and back to my quiet yet contented insanity. byeeeeeeeeeee!!!
so.... University is over, and I'm through with education for at least a few years. Unfortunately I'm starting to realise that after 4 years of the above mentioned Education I still know sweet F A. I'm planning to break it gently to me. Maybe I'll sneak up on me one day and shout *oi!! Dumb features!! sit down and read some stuff or ill kick your head in!.* I have not yet thought about the implications of having to kick my own head in. Might have to take some yoga classes. Or maybe I'll negotiate doing my head in instead, I've been sucessfully doing that for a number of years.
News Item number two. I no longer live in the beatiful if overpriced and filled with knobs county of Surrey. I have instead followed my man to the magical Scouseland like a noble something-or-another. It's ok here, people are cool, lots of dog poo around. Feels a bit like time travel. This place is what I'd imagine everywhere else has been like 30 years ago. All the girls I've met so far can see no other option after school than to get married, have little screamy things and start getting ready for christmas in october for the rest of their lives. I'm kinda feeling a bit like an old looser here with my shiny new degree and shiny new career possibilities as everyone else my age has at least 2 school age kids and no mental health issues. Apart from the one that makes people believe Jordan is a beautiful, naturally looking decent woman. HELLO??? ARE WE FROM THE SAME PLANET PEOPLE??? In short, Annie is a Billy no-mates once again. Doesnt help that they speak a foreign language. Why couldn't they have taught me this at school? Honestly, I'm using about 1/4 of the GOOD English that i've learned there. My teachers would have been horrified, but the locals seem impressed. Now I'm just plain confused.
News item number three. I have a job that i took up in complete desperation to avoid living in a cardboard box in Liverpool train station. The less said about it the better. There's luckily a decent job starting in a few weeks, with decent money and working conditions, and hopefully less medaeval standards of care. I only need to learn my way round a hospital the size of a small african country....
thats about it. Ill be back with another update in about a year. I promise. I shall now get back to the kitchen to cook imaginative things out of potatoes, and back to my quiet yet contented insanity. byeeeeeeeeeee!!!