Early morning radio blues
Good Morning, this is probably going to be a monster of a post because I literally have nothing else to do at the moment. Im not awake at this unsociable hour because Im some sort of insomniac or anything harrowing yet interesting I am indeed sat in work...in my office, with my fan and my files. The radio is always on in the warehouse or Id probably get a bit freaked because behind my moniter isnt a wall its a big massive window looking onto the warehouse and being here alone would be scary if I didnt have Cristina Milian keeping it gangster with me like. Ive not listened to the radio in years, an untapped resource, I used to listen to that show every Sunday night on radio city were some gay guy took phone calls from irate scousers and discussed burning issues of the time...on my wallace and gromit radio no less. I cant for the life of me remember his name. I always wanted to ring in, but being 14/15 my concerns about social/cultural issues were in extremely early stages of development and I was more interested in what happened on Friday night.
My job is going okay, I dont actually have to do that much and everyone is pretty sound so I cannot complain. I am however extremely tired, but Im quite proud that so far I have got up and got ready and Ive not once pressed the snooze button and made myself rush about and be late. A small achievement but Im proud nonetheless. No one I can really chat to though its mostly middle aged men with kids and a family, there is this one absolutely hilarious lad called Craig who has been teaching me about indian films by dancing about the warehouse. Quite a little mover actually.
Yesterday was mayhem...sheer mayhem I was in work 7am - 4.00pm then I went to the clinic, well I went to three, then I went home and had about an hour to pack pretty much half of everything I have ever owned into binbags hoover and clean all the surfaces in my room and carry all my belongings downstairs. I was absolutely knackered, Nick was being a prick as per usual basically he has never been upfront with money for bills and now because he wants his bond back he is mithering me every hour of the day to sort it out for him and to be honest after working all day all you want is a shower and a lie down...but Nick doesnt understand that because he is a twat beyond all comprehension. I dont even know whether that makes sense. And bizaarely enough the person I argued with most at one point is the one that stayed and watched some tele with me and helped me move most of my stuff, not actually a complete bastard, we even had a laugh and a pizza. So in the experiment of throw Vikki in a house with 3 strangers was a disaster but its over. I never have to think about it again after today. One day Ill probably recount the tales trying to make people laugh at family parties.
So I now live in a flat above a pharmacy on cardigan road. Its weird though because Im only gonna be there for 4 weeks so its a bit strange because I want to unpack and move things around to make them suit me but its not my place to do that really. And my stuff is allover the bloody floor in the living room like masses of binbags full of shit. Ill have to find some way of putting them out of the way or Ill go mental. Im gonna be on my own there for 2 weeks after Jenny leaves tommorow, my own place for 2 weeks, then claire is gonna move in for 2 weeks so even more boxes everywhere will be like living in ikea. But at least Ill have someone to make my butties for me for work.
Hey look at me Im still going...Ive been two extremes all week of happy and not arsed n breezy then really sad. Probably the hormones as they say, been horrible not being able to speak to Matty, especially because I know how I suppose unsure about everything he is at the moment and when you know someone you love isnt happy its hard not to think about them being miserable. Which ultimately makes you miserable too. But I think all relationships are like that, you fall in love then you share moods and the odd boldily fluid...
My exam results are at my house in Widnes,my dad is gonna send them to me today, Im not as eager to know as I thought I would be. I think I have passed unless the person marking took my whole 5 page exam piece on homosexuality and shakespeare - shakespeare being gay...as a bit err..risky. But I really enjoyed doing the research for that exam. So screw em. Ah well Ill know on Monday probably. Can always resit like. But I hope it doesnt come to that.
Last weeks outing in Liverpool was good I cant remember alot of it after about half 11 12 o clock but Im assured I was happy. I did eat a luttace, then put the luttace leaves on my belly to cool me down? I dunno dont ask. Probably made perfect sense to me at the time. Was good to be out. Bumped into Danny Cavanagh and I was chatting to some guy about primus and pink floyd for about an hour. And some American girl thought I was lesbian, apparently I look like one. Ive always kind of suspected I do anyway. Was talking to some guy about wrestling and he kept screaming ECW in my face so I didnt get much chance to say anything. I love that just chatting away to people when your out.
Well Ive been in work an hour n Im gonna fall asleep...noooo....
My job is going okay, I dont actually have to do that much and everyone is pretty sound so I cannot complain. I am however extremely tired, but Im quite proud that so far I have got up and got ready and Ive not once pressed the snooze button and made myself rush about and be late. A small achievement but Im proud nonetheless. No one I can really chat to though its mostly middle aged men with kids and a family, there is this one absolutely hilarious lad called Craig who has been teaching me about indian films by dancing about the warehouse. Quite a little mover actually.
Yesterday was mayhem...sheer mayhem I was in work 7am - 4.00pm then I went to the clinic, well I went to three, then I went home and had about an hour to pack pretty much half of everything I have ever owned into binbags hoover and clean all the surfaces in my room and carry all my belongings downstairs. I was absolutely knackered, Nick was being a prick as per usual basically he has never been upfront with money for bills and now because he wants his bond back he is mithering me every hour of the day to sort it out for him and to be honest after working all day all you want is a shower and a lie down...but Nick doesnt understand that because he is a twat beyond all comprehension. I dont even know whether that makes sense. And bizaarely enough the person I argued with most at one point is the one that stayed and watched some tele with me and helped me move most of my stuff, not actually a complete bastard, we even had a laugh and a pizza. So in the experiment of throw Vikki in a house with 3 strangers was a disaster but its over. I never have to think about it again after today. One day Ill probably recount the tales trying to make people laugh at family parties.
So I now live in a flat above a pharmacy on cardigan road. Its weird though because Im only gonna be there for 4 weeks so its a bit strange because I want to unpack and move things around to make them suit me but its not my place to do that really. And my stuff is allover the bloody floor in the living room like masses of binbags full of shit. Ill have to find some way of putting them out of the way or Ill go mental. Im gonna be on my own there for 2 weeks after Jenny leaves tommorow, my own place for 2 weeks, then claire is gonna move in for 2 weeks so even more boxes everywhere will be like living in ikea. But at least Ill have someone to make my butties for me for work.
Hey look at me Im still going...Ive been two extremes all week of happy and not arsed n breezy then really sad. Probably the hormones as they say, been horrible not being able to speak to Matty, especially because I know how I suppose unsure about everything he is at the moment and when you know someone you love isnt happy its hard not to think about them being miserable. Which ultimately makes you miserable too. But I think all relationships are like that, you fall in love then you share moods and the odd boldily fluid...
My exam results are at my house in Widnes,my dad is gonna send them to me today, Im not as eager to know as I thought I would be. I think I have passed unless the person marking took my whole 5 page exam piece on homosexuality and shakespeare - shakespeare being gay...as a bit err..risky. But I really enjoyed doing the research for that exam. So screw em. Ah well Ill know on Monday probably. Can always resit like. But I hope it doesnt come to that.
Last weeks outing in Liverpool was good I cant remember alot of it after about half 11 12 o clock but Im assured I was happy. I did eat a luttace, then put the luttace leaves on my belly to cool me down? I dunno dont ask. Probably made perfect sense to me at the time. Was good to be out. Bumped into Danny Cavanagh and I was chatting to some guy about primus and pink floyd for about an hour. And some American girl thought I was lesbian, apparently I look like one. Ive always kind of suspected I do anyway. Was talking to some guy about wrestling and he kept screaming ECW in my face so I didnt get much chance to say anything. I love that just chatting away to people when your out.
Well Ive been in work an hour n Im gonna fall asleep...noooo....