where's the summer?
I'm sitting writing this in an internet cafe, as our internet is turned off at home now. Now Carlo has gone, as well as his presence we are also missing TV and internet. It is a sad time indeed.
No really, the past few days since Carl has moved out have been horrible - all those days lazing around in my PJs playing Oblivion and watching Big brother, all with a big fat spliff, are now OVER. I feel lost! What am I going to do without Carlo?! I've never been bereaved in my life, but I'm sure it feels a bit like this.
Anyway, enough with the crazy bunny-boiler talk, time to discuss other issues. Like the weather. The weather is really, really irritating at the moment. Today it has flicked between sunny and cloudy constantly, which means that when you're getting dressed in the morning (or in the afternoon, if you're like me) you don't know quite what weather you're supposed to be dressing for, so you end up having to take 3 other tops out with you which weighs down your bag. Hmmph. I know I shouldn't really be complaining, because a bit of sun is better than NO sun at all (which was the story for the whole of May), but this is still not PROPER sun, like it should be in the summer.
Apart from that, my weekend was alot of fun. We had the uni ball on friday which I'm glad I went to as I was an unsociable bitch who never went to uni events normally. It was always a choice between cheesy uni events or The Cross... and which one did the 18 year old me go for? My dress was see-through and it took me quite a while and many reassuring comments from Pip and Kaz (and a few glasses of wine) to fully sum up the courage to wear it. It will have to be given another outing soon I feel, the only problem is that I don't know what the hell I could wear it to. Afterwards, I went with Kaz, Nava and Marina to this house party on Old Kent Road, which was just the funniest thing ever - Everyone there was pilled up apart from us, and there seemed to be alot of... how can I phrase it... free love going around. They had UV lights and glow-sticks stuck up everywhere, and one room with decks set up and only two people dancing, both wearing sunglasses. I felt like I'd walked in on that episode from 'Spaced' where they all go 'raving' - if you've seen it, you'll know what I mean. Anyway, I met a rather nice young man there and stayed until the next morning, when I had a very painful journey home - my feet were cut to shreds from my shoes. So I changed bus at trafalger square, and took my shoes off as it was hurting me. So there I am walking across trafalger square at 8am in my ball dress and bare feet, and this guy starts laughing at the sight of me and asks if I've had a heavy night (errr, no shit sherlock). Anyway he is an investment banker and wants to take me out for dinner this week - I feel quite special as I've never been asked out by an investment banker before, especially not at 8am with no sleep and no shoes. But he is a bit creepy and has an annoying voice, and you know what they say about there being no such thing as a free lunch...
Gosh well this is taking me longer to write than I thought so I'll sum up the rest breifly - worked until midnight on sat, played a game of 'how much can you drink and still manage to operate the till?' with Patrick, then went to a party in Elephant and Castle (south of the river TWO nights in a row - what's happening to me?!) which was being put on by some people from Ipswich, and was WICKED! It was in some studios which also had a great outdoor area, and was different music throughout - breaks, DnB, hip hop and they also had a few bands playing. Then on sunday I met up with Natasha for food and drinks in Camden, we tried to put together a mission staement of sorts for London Radical Cheerleaders, it's coming along nicely and I'm hopefully going to finish writing it up tonight. Anyone who would like some more info on us please check out www.myspace.com/lonradcheerleaders
So apart from all that, I've been trying to find a job. The bar work is not enough, and I have an interview tomorrow for a charity fundraising job - I told my mum about it and she promptly informed me that I was mad and should go get an office job instead. But I WANT to be a charity fundraiser for the summer - I'll get to be outside in the sun where I can people-watch all day, it's my idea of heaven! Maybe I AM mad. Although if I can't find anything, then I'm going to have to leave behind my hippy-ish ideas about just drifting around this summer, and maybe actually go back to Elle where I can assist shoots. Assisting shoots is soooooooooo boring though, really it is the most mind-numbingly dull thing you could ever experience. The only good thing about it is I could get lots of reading done whilst I'm waiting for the stylist to ask me to pass them something-or-other.
Until next time, bye bye xx
No really, the past few days since Carl has moved out have been horrible - all those days lazing around in my PJs playing Oblivion and watching Big brother, all with a big fat spliff, are now OVER. I feel lost! What am I going to do without Carlo?! I've never been bereaved in my life, but I'm sure it feels a bit like this.
Anyway, enough with the crazy bunny-boiler talk, time to discuss other issues. Like the weather. The weather is really, really irritating at the moment. Today it has flicked between sunny and cloudy constantly, which means that when you're getting dressed in the morning (or in the afternoon, if you're like me) you don't know quite what weather you're supposed to be dressing for, so you end up having to take 3 other tops out with you which weighs down your bag. Hmmph. I know I shouldn't really be complaining, because a bit of sun is better than NO sun at all (which was the story for the whole of May), but this is still not PROPER sun, like it should be in the summer.
Apart from that, my weekend was alot of fun. We had the uni ball on friday which I'm glad I went to as I was an unsociable bitch who never went to uni events normally. It was always a choice between cheesy uni events or The Cross... and which one did the 18 year old me go for? My dress was see-through and it took me quite a while and many reassuring comments from Pip and Kaz (and a few glasses of wine) to fully sum up the courage to wear it. It will have to be given another outing soon I feel, the only problem is that I don't know what the hell I could wear it to. Afterwards, I went with Kaz, Nava and Marina to this house party on Old Kent Road, which was just the funniest thing ever - Everyone there was pilled up apart from us, and there seemed to be alot of... how can I phrase it... free love going around. They had UV lights and glow-sticks stuck up everywhere, and one room with decks set up and only two people dancing, both wearing sunglasses. I felt like I'd walked in on that episode from 'Spaced' where they all go 'raving' - if you've seen it, you'll know what I mean. Anyway, I met a rather nice young man there and stayed until the next morning, when I had a very painful journey home - my feet were cut to shreds from my shoes. So I changed bus at trafalger square, and took my shoes off as it was hurting me. So there I am walking across trafalger square at 8am in my ball dress and bare feet, and this guy starts laughing at the sight of me and asks if I've had a heavy night (errr, no shit sherlock). Anyway he is an investment banker and wants to take me out for dinner this week - I feel quite special as I've never been asked out by an investment banker before, especially not at 8am with no sleep and no shoes. But he is a bit creepy and has an annoying voice, and you know what they say about there being no such thing as a free lunch...
Gosh well this is taking me longer to write than I thought so I'll sum up the rest breifly - worked until midnight on sat, played a game of 'how much can you drink and still manage to operate the till?' with Patrick, then went to a party in Elephant and Castle (south of the river TWO nights in a row - what's happening to me?!) which was being put on by some people from Ipswich, and was WICKED! It was in some studios which also had a great outdoor area, and was different music throughout - breaks, DnB, hip hop and they also had a few bands playing. Then on sunday I met up with Natasha for food and drinks in Camden, we tried to put together a mission staement of sorts for London Radical Cheerleaders, it's coming along nicely and I'm hopefully going to finish writing it up tonight. Anyone who would like some more info on us please check out www.myspace.com/lonradcheerleaders
So apart from all that, I've been trying to find a job. The bar work is not enough, and I have an interview tomorrow for a charity fundraising job - I told my mum about it and she promptly informed me that I was mad and should go get an office job instead. But I WANT to be a charity fundraiser for the summer - I'll get to be outside in the sun where I can people-watch all day, it's my idea of heaven! Maybe I AM mad. Although if I can't find anything, then I'm going to have to leave behind my hippy-ish ideas about just drifting around this summer, and maybe actually go back to Elle where I can assist shoots. Assisting shoots is soooooooooo boring though, really it is the most mind-numbingly dull thing you could ever experience. The only good thing about it is I could get lots of reading done whilst I'm waiting for the stylist to ask me to pass them something-or-other.
Until next time, bye bye xx