Makin' Whoopee/brownies
I don't know why I put such pressure on myself to update and then only do it when I'm ill. I've been fighting off a cold for weeks but I failed this morning/last night with a fever and now I have a blocked-up nose and swollen tired eyes and a gravelly voice. Oh well. I guess the damp can't be helping, either...there's a pipe leaking just over my study ceiling and I can smell it >.< Thankfully the plumber came round promptly and should be able to fix it by Monday, but in the meantime we can't use the toilet in the main family bathroom.
Moan, bitch, whine, complain...nobody is, because it's a big house and we all have en-suites. I think Dad'll be most put out. He goes to that one when he doesn't want to wake Mum up in the dead of night.
So, getting away from my family's toilet habits...yes! So I got a 2:1 on my results--not the best, but I have a whole year to make it up to a First. I did get a first in Scriptwriting, and 68 on Editing, and they were my best marks, so smile :D
I've also managed to get myself a job...or, more accurately, Mum put me up for a job. She works for the English wing of an American company and they've just opened a shop very nearby. I work selling pretty things to rich people whilst staring at £80 wallpaper and being pleasant and dusting, and honestly it's not bad. But I've only just had my first day. My second is tomorrow from 10-3. EXCITEMENT. I will probably by this amazing journal we sell, as well this gorgeous silver-plated hand mirror. It's also very close to a Starbucks. Win/win.
I'm a bit stressed at the moment due to being friends with the fourteen-year-old Christian I mentioned. People she know dies and she's either 'Oh, I'm so happy for them, they've gone to Heaven!' or 'Oh no, they never knew the Lord.' And she thinks feminism isn't needed, and some of her friends agree with her and say that it is now men who are persecuted...you should never, ever be friends with someone to try and change them, but goddamn if sometimes I have to bite my tongue.
I...guess I make up for this by posting more about issues facing women and articles on faith when she's around? We'll see how it pans out. I don't want to be The Controversial Friend, but...I can't let it go unsaid.
Finishing this a few hours later and WOW a lot of brown spots have appeared on my ceiling =/ Oh dear. Moved precious stuff away from it...
Moan, bitch, whine, complain...nobody is, because it's a big house and we all have en-suites. I think Dad'll be most put out. He goes to that one when he doesn't want to wake Mum up in the dead of night.
So, getting away from my family's toilet habits...yes! So I got a 2:1 on my results--not the best, but I have a whole year to make it up to a First. I did get a first in Scriptwriting, and 68 on Editing, and they were my best marks, so smile :D
I've also managed to get myself a job...or, more accurately, Mum put me up for a job. She works for the English wing of an American company and they've just opened a shop very nearby. I work selling pretty things to rich people whilst staring at £80 wallpaper and being pleasant and dusting, and honestly it's not bad. But I've only just had my first day. My second is tomorrow from 10-3. EXCITEMENT. I will probably by this amazing journal we sell, as well this gorgeous silver-plated hand mirror. It's also very close to a Starbucks. Win/win.
I'm a bit stressed at the moment due to being friends with the fourteen-year-old Christian I mentioned. People she know dies and she's either 'Oh, I'm so happy for them, they've gone to Heaven!' or 'Oh no, they never knew the Lord.' And she thinks feminism isn't needed, and some of her friends agree with her and say that it is now men who are persecuted...you should never, ever be friends with someone to try and change them, but goddamn if sometimes I have to bite my tongue.
I...guess I make up for this by posting more about issues facing women and articles on faith when she's around? We'll see how it pans out. I don't want to be The Controversial Friend, but...I can't let it go unsaid.
Finishing this a few hours later and WOW a lot of brown spots have appeared on my ceiling =/ Oh dear. Moved precious stuff away from it...