girlofprey: (Andromeda The Domination of Known Space)
I still suck at posting, it turns out. My adventures recently have included:

  • Last Wednesday - A Jobcentre appointment and all the usual lack of sleep, running around and applying for jobs/lying that goes along with that.


  • Last Thursday - A counselling appointment, and all the lack of sleep that goes along with getting up for an appoinment at about 11 in the morning for me when I've normally been getting out of bed a bit later than that. Although the appointment itself was fairly fine, my counselling woman is quite nice.


  • Last Friday - Getting out of bed to answer the phone, which turned out to be one of my agencies calling to offer me a temporary job, which started today, and which I accepted. It's only for four weeks, but it is work. Hurrah.


  • Saturday and Sunday: - The Riverside Festival, which is one of my favourite things about Nottingham. There are live bands from around the world, and fairground rides, and people wandering around in costumes doing street theatre, and fairground-style burger and candyfloss vans, and it's by a river, and admission is free. On the Saturday I saw a dance performance as well by a local dance class doing swing-dancing. Then tap-dancing. And then another dance class who proceeded to do the cha-cha, and confusingly, a jive dance to the same song the celebrities did a group swing dance to on the last series of Strictly Come Dancing. But it was good. And now I get the enjoyable opportunity to look up the great bands I saw from various countries up on the internet. Yay.


  • Monday - Running around trying to get all my housing benefits and Jobseekers Allowance and things properly notified that I'm going to be working for a bit, and make sure I have clothes and stuff.


  • Today - My first day of work since February/March. Which was not so bad, but mostly because we weren't on the computers yet, and couldn't do much besides reading the leaflets they gave us, having health and safety talks and a quick run-through of what we would be doing when we did get on the computers, and talking. Tomorrow is when the actual work will start, but it looks fairly simple so far, and there's a few other temps working with me who started today, one of whom I'm sitting with and who seems quite nice. So really a pretty good day. Yay.

I am not going Naarmamo. Sadly. But my other adventures have included finding out that, although I was excited about seeing Sue Perkins in a toga/shift thing during the Ancient Rome episode of The Supersizers Go... - what I should have been really excited about was seeing her get a 1920s bob for the 1920s episode. And doing the Charlston. As I found out at about 1.30am last night, when I was drying my hair. Oh my God.

And on Sunday night - watching Single-Handed. Good Lord. I could see from the adverts it was going to be a gritty sort of police drama, although for some reason I was convinced it was going to be set in Scotland. And continued to be convinced through most of the programme, no matter how often they mentioned Dublin. But I didn't know it was going to be about a gruff young policeman fighting against a hideous web of corruption in his own home town, and finding out Spoiler ). I HAVE FALLEN QUITE HARD FOR SINGLE-HANDED. OH GOD. It's a bit great.
girlofprey: (Constantine Bring you home)
Liquorice festival today. For all of an hour. Once again, the highlight was pretty much buying an ice-cream from the ice-cream van, but it was still a nice change, and sunny. Perhaps too sunny. I am decidedly pink in the arms. Still. I learned that rum truffle tastes like rum, and should probably be left alone if you don't like such, and am currently in possession of TINY CELTIC WARRIORS, and a Green Man carved from British Coal. Mostly he looks like a scary cobweb face man, but I wanted a coal dragon last year and didn't get one, so at least I have closure on that. Oh, and mum randomly suggested she and I might go to Venice for a weekend at some point this summer. Which is yay :)

There were less people than last year, but also less semi-animated street drama about cafes and the death of a beloved mouse. But then a local brass band started up, and made most of the day worthwhile. Why will no-one teach me to swing dance? Oh why?

And now I'm home, and Katie and Mick are downstairs, and lalala. The weekend of semi-fun is over, and must rely on Emmerdale and gay sex, for entertainment. THANKS SO MUCH, UNIVERSE.

(Except that - thank you.)
girlofprey: (Default)

Gah! Just when I thought I was all caught up with and on top of my reading, The Wife of Bath's Prologue comes along to bite me in the ass. Growl. But I'm still quite pleased today :). My friend from Manchester, Katy J, texted me asking for my address, which means I'll be getting her letter soon, yay! And I'm going to a Chocolate evening tonight (?!), which I'm hoping will involve lots of chocolate. For £5, I hope so! The University Swing Night has been pushed back to a mystery time, though, which is probably for the best, as I have no dancing shoes at the mo. And there's a new edition of Total Film out tomorrow! And it's snowing!! Which does make the walk to uni more treacherous, yes, but - is pretty. And gives us an excuse to keep our stray cat (who is mysteriously covered in soot recently) in overnight, since it is bastardly to put him/her out in the snow. So yes.

Eastenders. ::pokes Pat:: Come on, cry, bitch. Weep for Andy. He wasn't so bad after all! Another problem I have discovered with soap fandoms: no access to previous goings on. I'd give anything at the moment to see the episodes of Andy working under (?) Dalton, and menacing Alfie, and sharing mother issues (?) with Dennis. rambly rambliness )

Sigh. Ah well. Alternative Eastenders shall continue to run wild in my head (minus annoying lady-characters. They can go to a nice lesbian commune by the sea).

girlofprey: (Tybalt)

Just been looking for shoes on schuhshop.com, but all the pretty ones I like seem to have disappeared :( (taps Schuh). But then again, a pair of shoes I liked in November that were in the Schuh magazine/catalogue were never on at all, so possibly shuhshop.com is simply stupid. Yes. That works.

Last night was strange, but not unpleasant. After declining to go to a curry house with my radio friends because urgh, curry, I somehow ended up in our local pub/cafe thing with all my housemates and Hannah (a boy housemate's girlfriend, who is blonde and lovely and sings in a choir, and will be living with us next year), a never-before-seen occurence. We discussed many topics, fuelled by alcohol and sugar, including Hannah possibly writing an essay on porn music for her Film Music module, and us all living in Sherwood Forest next year and riding horses to campus, which I did not disapprove of. The day I ride a wild stallion down the stairs of my lecture hall, then calmly dismount and sit down, is the day I can die a happy lady (provided I have been to Cuba and seen a wolf for proper by that point).

Jos (a boy, but not Hannah's boyfriend) also mentioned the uni creative writing magazine, which people will not let him join, though it is surely a uni magazine and not owned by no-one. They've only put out 2 issues in 2 years anyway, so clearly need all the help they can get. And are stupid. It reminded me that I keep meaning to submit things to them, which are even half-written, and less than a page long each, which clearly proves my crapness at not even being able to finish them. And now jos wants me to write my Apocalypse, Now parody (Graduation, Now), and words will drown me soon. Yes.

On a lighter, dancier note, there is a Swing Night a week on Monday in Ark. Yay. Swing music and dancing, of course. Not what you are thinking. Certainly not. No. But I've been interested in swing dancing for a bit (aka many years) and it is a mere £2, so possibly it will a marvellous evening. May even pop into the handknitting class too, and learn how to knit myself a scarf. Why Don't U scheme, I love you.

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