capella2008

PE teachers never change.

Tue, 10 Jun 2008 13:09:29 GMT

I live right by a primary school (my window actually looks out over the playground) and they're doing PE. The teacher is yelling enthusiastically, disrupting my otherwise peaceful day. bad back + strong painkillers = eating apple cake on the floor in my yugata and watching streaming tv. Tudoko rocks.

Am hoping Artemis will wake up and give me some hamster love, but she is being all nocturnal, selfish rodent! Maybe I can awaken her with cake...

Feel i should do something useful, but not sure what. May go read in the sun.

What the hell is wrong with my bra?

Fri, 06 Jun 2008 09:48:01 GMT

I really don't understand this. I have bought a perfectly normal bra. It fitted fine in the shop, but now, today of all days, when in an hour and a half I have to leg it to the train station, hop a train to Bath, meet Boyfriend, haul arse to Oxford, pick up Mum, go to London, see the Foo Fighters, go back to Oxford, stay over, do a bunch of stuff in the morning and then have lunch with Dad (mmm calzone...), I am stuck in THE BRA FROM HELL! It appears to be trying to empty my bosoms out from the bottom and no matter how much I struggle with it, shorten the straps, re-bend the underwiring... I still have the feeling the whole thing is going to go *ping* (which is a very bra-appropriate noise) and drop my booty out the bottom.

Needless to say this is ruining my concentration and pissing me off quite a lot.

Never mind.

Am having a slightly less dull day at work today, i.e. everyone is in and they have found me at least ten minutes of work to do in the last two hours. Also I'm outta here pretty soon. Watching the clock...

It occurs to me that I can kill at least five minutes if I make some tea...

Extreme boredom

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 14:11:48 GMT

I am officially bored. I have checked my webcomics, put in a fair bit of time on Facebook - to the extent that I have even tagged a couple of pictures of the Terry Shrine from our Eurovision party.   We haven't actually taken down the decorations yet, initially because they look cheerful (we have flag bunting in which every country in Europe is represented. Plus Israel. Why is Israel in Eurovision anyway? I have never found a satisfactory answer to this), and partly in the hope of wierding out our new flatmate, TaxMan. I have also grizzled at Boyfriend for expressing a reluctance towards matrimony. I don't actually want to get hitched (although I probably would in Vegas for the hell of it), but the five seconds it took to fire off an email gave me some measure of distraction.

I am entertaining myself by trying to come up with new and exciting ways to scare away TaxMan.  My other housemates, EssexBlonde, ScaryTeacher, WriterMan, CarBootQueen and PokerPro are behing me on this one I think. EssexBlonde and I are planning to discuss our menses loudly and often. PokerPro wants to use more extreme methods, but I think I will have to stop him short of actual bullying. Boyfriend has been informed that we will be having very noisy sex on a more regular basis and is happy to comply.

Why, you may ask, are we being so mean about Taxman?   Because he's a Norman. You know, wears a lot of grey.   Might mix it up on the weekend by experementing with a little brown. Can list every item in the fridge and is happy to share with us the brand of fleece he favours. I am willing to bet that if you perused his smalls drawer you would find neatly folded white y-fronts, carefully labelled with the days of the week.

In other news, I think I may indulge in a little light painting of the lounge, as soon as Landlord gives me permission. Must email him about this. Why is it that, even when bored out of my not-so-tiny mind, I am still to lazy to do the things I actually need to do? CoolBoss doesn't seem to have noticed that, despite the fact that he knows I have practically no work, I am typing furiously.   Actually he probably thinks I'm audiotyping.   Having a PC based dictating system is pretty useful - I can appear to be working when actually I'm listening to music and bumming around online.   He got back from Spain at three am this morning anyway so he's probably too shagged to notice.

I have BigScottishEx coming over for dinner later, which should be fun, as BigScottishEx is pretty good fun. Might even play a bit of Hold'em if PokerPro makes it back at a reasonable time.

Aargh I'm bored again. New distraction needed...

Livejournalliness, sillyness and a dragon called Nuke.

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 12:04:15 GMT

Everyone at work is being very silly today. I think we all need to spend the day in the pub, but unfortunatly I am not entirely sure the boss would be too happy. Mainly because he isn't here and wouldn't get to join in the fun.

I like silly days. Today will have added silliness later as I am going to see my honorary big brother, who I haven't seen in four months despite the fact that he lives down the road from me. This is mainly as a result of an argument with honorary little brother, now resolved. HBB now has a komodo dragon called Nuke that I have to meat. I must ensure that Nuke is never allowed near the Artipod (my hamster, artemis, so called because she is some form of hamster-spider hybrid).

Have just had a text from HBB who is now coming to see me, which is pretty good seeing as i f*cked my ankle falling down the stairs last night. This is good, but now I do not get to meet the Nuke.