So, here I am once again writing and shit.
I promised myself I'd be a lot more efficient with writing my blogs and then I realised I'm absolutely terrible at keeping anything up so just expect them sporadically.
So, it's approximately a week before Christmas, I have bought absolutely no presents for friends, family, or my girlfriend. Clearly, I fail on epic proportions and do not deserve a good Christmas. I genuinely do not feel as though I've had enough time to even breathe in the last few weeks, what with all my deadlines with Uni, and working every god forsaken weekend, all my days appear to have blurred into one massive collection of consciousness.
I was planning last night, as like all nights... to go out for a couple of drinks with my friends and girlfriend, but as always... nothing I ever do goes to plan and I ended up rolling in at Millie's at whatever time it was, completely hammered.
I'm bruised, I'm hungover, I ache, and I might have broken my finger. Furthermore, I feel like I've rolled about in a pool of my own sweat. Probably not the best I've ever felt I'm afraid. I was supposed to be cutting down on the going out recently, clearly it has gone well. I have absolutely no money for presents and I just can't work out where it's all disappearing! I'm beginning to wish that we got another loan payment just before Christmas, however that might end horrendously.
I've been in a bit of a predicament lately... I'm considering venting about it anonymously on here, but then again I can't seem to do anything these days without someone finding out. I would really just enjoy one stress free day, but I clearly am not allowed a stress free day leading up to Christmas. I can't even say that I'm in the spirit for it if I'm honest. People are really right when they say that Christmas changes as you get older, I'm really not looking forward to it like I used to, which is quite depressing. I guess that's relatively acceptable considering I'm almost entering my second decade of life.
It's actually quite strange beginning to think I'm going to be 20 soon... Also rather exciting though!
Christ, I've just realised I've actually talked total bollocks in this blog.
How about an idea, you give me a topic and I'll write about it?
Post on my Facebook or on here and I'll get writing.
Thanks for reading,
Amy
Monday, 19 December 2011
Sunday, 4 December 2011
Bluebottles
Well, hi there!
I totally failed the other day, I started writing a blog, and then by the time I'd gone back on my MacBook to carry on, I realised that it was in fact, 2 days earlier that I had started it, so everything I had written was totally irrelevant.
You see, my friend Rebbie has recently started writing blogs (this is very good I may add), and it has totally enticed me into starting writing again. I haven't written properly in so very long, and if I'm honest, I always forget that I'm really into blogging. Shame on me I know! Well, the date is the 5th of December and I am currently sat on my bed in a vest top, thinking to myself... why am I sat in a vest top? More to the point, why haven't I got up off my sorry arse and got a jumper. Wow, I really do talk a load of shit in these blogs of mine.
So, today I had to work, as usual on every blessed Sunday that I come across. As you can imagine, I am thrilled by working a 9 hour shift on a Sunday. But, I will tell you what I am even more thrilled by, the shop over the road, Sainsburys, closing. Please, tell me if you can sense the sarcasm? So, because they clearly can't cope with the fact that we actually have a decent business over the road now, they have to get a refurbishment, and if I hear correctly they're getting a bakery, not that we only just recently got one. Funny that, isn't it? So, they closed at 3pm this afternoon, and well... All I can say is, shame on you Ramshill. It really shows how mainstream companies can take over the poor defenseless local shops. We ended up earning takings nearly 3 times as much as usual, in the space of 7 hours. As you can imagine, with it being the weekend and me being pretty busy during the week and working the previous evening, I was rather tired. I pretty much went onto auto pilot all afternoon and night, my Mum ended up coming in and poor Leia, bless her heart, had to stay on till 10. Never in all the 7 wonderful years that I've worked there have I seen such a massive influx of people at one time. Not that I'm genuinely complaining about the situation, because if I'm honest it was bloody brilliant that we finally got back what we all have worked so hard for over the years.
So, as I can imagine you are all incredibly thrilled about my ramblings about my very uneventful day at work. So I may have to tell something equally as wonderful... It's a shame I can't think of anything really!
Oh! Realisation has struck. I have my first Uni assignment to hand in tomorrow, and I am absolutely nervous as hell that I'll fuck up some aspect of it, although in theory I already have. At the beginning of my course we were all given a welcome pack, with like, our timetables for that week, a map and various other things. In that welcome pack was a sheet of barcodes on stickers. But of course, me being Amy, I lost it. Sat in a lecture a while back now, the lecturer brings up the importance of these very barcodes. "Do not lose them", he says. Meanwhile, I'm sat in the back of this lecture scurrying through my brain for some sort of hindsight as to where my barcodes are. Much to my avail, I found nothing. I still haven't found anything, and my assignment has to be handed in in the morning. Hoorah. As for the rest of my assignments, we'll just see about it I guess. I came to the conclusion that I won't be seeing outside of my MacBook screen for at least the next week, which is of course fantastic for my eyesight and suchlike.
Well, I think I may have sufficiently bored you all to absolute death so I shall conclude this. Thank you for reading, if anyone has. If you think it's a pile of shit that I'm writing blogs again, also feel free to tell me and I'll stfu.
Goodnight!
I totally failed the other day, I started writing a blog, and then by the time I'd gone back on my MacBook to carry on, I realised that it was in fact, 2 days earlier that I had started it, so everything I had written was totally irrelevant.
You see, my friend Rebbie has recently started writing blogs (this is very good I may add), and it has totally enticed me into starting writing again. I haven't written properly in so very long, and if I'm honest, I always forget that I'm really into blogging. Shame on me I know! Well, the date is the 5th of December and I am currently sat on my bed in a vest top, thinking to myself... why am I sat in a vest top? More to the point, why haven't I got up off my sorry arse and got a jumper. Wow, I really do talk a load of shit in these blogs of mine.
So, today I had to work, as usual on every blessed Sunday that I come across. As you can imagine, I am thrilled by working a 9 hour shift on a Sunday. But, I will tell you what I am even more thrilled by, the shop over the road, Sainsburys, closing. Please, tell me if you can sense the sarcasm? So, because they clearly can't cope with the fact that we actually have a decent business over the road now, they have to get a refurbishment, and if I hear correctly they're getting a bakery, not that we only just recently got one. Funny that, isn't it? So, they closed at 3pm this afternoon, and well... All I can say is, shame on you Ramshill. It really shows how mainstream companies can take over the poor defenseless local shops. We ended up earning takings nearly 3 times as much as usual, in the space of 7 hours. As you can imagine, with it being the weekend and me being pretty busy during the week and working the previous evening, I was rather tired. I pretty much went onto auto pilot all afternoon and night, my Mum ended up coming in and poor Leia, bless her heart, had to stay on till 10. Never in all the 7 wonderful years that I've worked there have I seen such a massive influx of people at one time. Not that I'm genuinely complaining about the situation, because if I'm honest it was bloody brilliant that we finally got back what we all have worked so hard for over the years.
So, as I can imagine you are all incredibly thrilled about my ramblings about my very uneventful day at work. So I may have to tell something equally as wonderful... It's a shame I can't think of anything really!
Oh! Realisation has struck. I have my first Uni assignment to hand in tomorrow, and I am absolutely nervous as hell that I'll fuck up some aspect of it, although in theory I already have. At the beginning of my course we were all given a welcome pack, with like, our timetables for that week, a map and various other things. In that welcome pack was a sheet of barcodes on stickers. But of course, me being Amy, I lost it. Sat in a lecture a while back now, the lecturer brings up the importance of these very barcodes. "Do not lose them", he says. Meanwhile, I'm sat in the back of this lecture scurrying through my brain for some sort of hindsight as to where my barcodes are. Much to my avail, I found nothing. I still haven't found anything, and my assignment has to be handed in in the morning. Hoorah. As for the rest of my assignments, we'll just see about it I guess. I came to the conclusion that I won't be seeing outside of my MacBook screen for at least the next week, which is of course fantastic for my eyesight and suchlike.
Well, I think I may have sufficiently bored you all to absolute death so I shall conclude this. Thank you for reading, if anyone has. If you think it's a pile of shit that I'm writing blogs again, also feel free to tell me and I'll stfu.
Goodnight!
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