| Just buy me a cow. |
[Dec. 30th, 2007|02:17 pm] |
Pay Alan his wages, and the following happens...
Milkshake + Milkshake + Milkshake + Mac and Cheese = OH GOD AM GONNA BE SICK !!!
So much for my (eventual) switch to Veganism.
Oh yeah, and my clutch cable decided to be tempermental on my way to work this morning. Whenever the pedal went in, it refused to pop back out without a persuading kick. I think I drove the entire way in third gear. Amazing day so far!
Well, I also managed to convince my assistant-manager into dropping a couple of my shifts next week, so that's a plus. As is the fact that I'm meeting up with Lauren, Tatenda, and her friend tonight. That's bound to be good, so why don't I feel all that great about it?
Hmm.
I blame all the ducking milkshakes. |
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| every day is a mexx day |
[Oct. 28th, 2007|09:13 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | work | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  happy | ] |
Today was, like, sooo the worst hangover ever. Sick twice. Almost passed out at work. Got a milkshake from Cafe Nero so it's all good now. Mmm strawberry.
Long live the Mexx crew shop humour. Gogo giant Xs and Os and Gondola racing.
No customers = Time to think = Jumpyness
So damn bored.
I like my sound system. Yay subwoofer! *hug*
I also got new jeans and a massive scarf for free.
I feel guilty about my lack of revision. Why am I writing this when I could be learning about unemployment?! Hm. |
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| Mental Note: "Buy a Metronome" |
[May. 12th, 2007|10:01 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | music, university, work | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Heaven Knows - Rise Against | ] |
Too much interesting stuff happens too quickly. So much so that I keep meaning to come back and write about it, but end up losing track of time. Then before I know it, I'm getting that nostalgic feeling of panic when I realise I only have four weeks of term left before summer. Not long now. >:]
Uh, so what's happened in the past 11(12?) days. Well, I finished my Economic Growth essay. Worst essay I've ever written. Finished it and submitted it. Couldn't be bothered doing any of the massive rewriting I usually subject anything I write to, so I'm predicting a grade in the 40-50% range. Ach well. It's over and done.
Handed it in at the coursework office the next day and found that they were clearing out books. Walked away with five random economics textbooks that'll probably sit in my cupboard until I throw them out. The next book I'll finish will probably be Harry Potter 7, not some 30 year old book on Urban Economics. Seriously, it's that old. One of my pals had a skim through it and a library receipt fell into her lap. Apparently it was checked out in September 1974, leaving me with the realisation that I had gained possession of an important piece of economic history, albeit one that now has a permanent home on the shelf above my belts.
Keeping on the subject of uni, our management group's going to pot and it's all my fault. I'm not a good leader, plain and simple. I'm too afraid of pissing people off, so I'm not being firm with some people, and just that fact alone is pissing people off. Bleh. It didn't help that I was a mess at our last meeting thanks to my new-found reliance on Diet Kick (a cheap 24p knockoff of Red Bull). All I got for fifty minutes was "Alan!" "Alan!" "Alan!" and all I was interested in was putting my head down and closing my eyes. I think all the Vitamin B12 went to my head. All 750%-of-my-RDA of it.
Sat my economics mid-term yesterday, and for once, I've been able to walk out of a midterm semi-confident that I did okay. Last year I only scraped a 6 (or was it 4?) out of 20, so I didn't have that much to beat this time around. Was in uni for 10:15, and sat in the library most of the day with my mates. Ended up giving up revision around 3 and just enjoyed the banter for the last wee while, much to the annoyance of the people who were actually studying.
I went to see Rise Against live for the second time on Monday night. After an hour-long storm around Glasgow during a fallout with Nicola, we made it to the QMU, which given that we're both Glasgow-n00bs, it was quite an achievement. The fact that we got a taxi there doesn't make it any less special. >:P
The concert is now ranked officially as the best gig I've been to. Never before have I had such a great time being kicked in the head and tossed around. I burst my lip, fell in the moshpit and sang (shouted off-key) until my sides hurt.
Pal took some sweet vids whilst I was jumping around <3
Give It All
Ready To Fall
State of the Union
I was also forwarded another video on Youtube. See the numpty clapping his hands off-key to the left? That's me. Haha.
Tour Song
All that adrenaline topped over to the next day, and I found myself getting another piercing. The top of my ear now hurts a lot. It sounded cool at the time, but I forgot about that whole six-weeks-to-heal factor. Daaaamn. Apparently it suits me, though. <3
Worked my usual shift today. Wasn't crap for a change. After spending an hour with one customer, and managing to get him to leave with 2 £100 suits for him and his brother, I spent the rest of the day doing the usual running-back-and-forth, and actually enjoyed it. Yet again, I blame the Diet Kick. :]
gogo caffeine |
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| Fauldhouse Welfare: Par Dwa |
[Apr. 16th, 2007|07:43 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | alcohol, work | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  sore | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Dancing Shoes - Arctic Monkeys | ] |
Fauldhouse was alright-ish. Could have been far better, but it was still good none-the-less. Our new start didn't go, so yet again, I partied the night away with the women from my work. The welfare itself was dead and full of older folk. I was tipsy by 9, drunk by half-9, and blind by 10. XD
We then went off clubbing, and I was on Irn Bru the rest of the night. Left early and got home around 2. Got the munchies and made myself a quorn burger. Promptly puked it back up. Fell asleep around half 3 only to wake up at 7 the next day for work. I was a total zombie for the rest of the day and I'm pretty sure the customers all noticed. |
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| Fauldhouse Welfare |
[Apr. 14th, 2007|01:25 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | alcohol, work | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Okay, I Believe You, But My Tommy Gun Don't - Brand New | ] |
I've a night out tonight. First proper night out since Nicola's 18th in Febuary. It's at the famous Fauldhouse Miner's Welfare, which from what it sounds like, is 'all the rave with the young folk' thanks to it's cheap drink deals for most of night. I'm going out with my workmates, who consist of five women and our new start, a guy who's never been out with us before.
Whenever we've been out drinking before, I've always been the sole guy, and I've always felt out of place as a result. I would then proceed to get proper drunk in order to make the night a little more enjoyable. Hopefully with another guy to talk to, coupled with the possibility that there'll be a load of people I know from uni going too, tonight'll be fun.
I start work at 3, and I'm on until 6, which is apparently when we've supposed to get changed at lightning speed in order to catch a bus to welfare. I'm going to have to find some way of eating dinner in between that, since the chances of me finding something animal-free at the Welfare seems pretty low. That, and I can't handle alcohol when I'm staving. The state I was in at Nicola's party proved that fact. >.>;; |
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| Switchy is Singing |
[Jul. 9th, 2006|11:59 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | work | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | Feltham Is Singing - Hard-Fi | ] |
My first day of work ended like 6 hours ago. It rocked. I met some kickass new people, fondled women's clothes for most of the day (hint: I work in a clothes store, not a fetish-dungeon), built up some independence for myself, all the while getting paid by the hour! How cool is that?
I think I'm going to enjoy my time there. Like, really. It'll a fitting end to my whole 'Reinvent Myself Master Plan' thang I started last September-ish.
Gotta love the new me. |
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| zomg new horizons \o/ |
[Jul. 9th, 2006|08:14 am] |
Well, I'm sitting here with my cup-a-soup and now cold coffee, watching the clock tick on by before I know I have to get up and go get ready. I start my first, ever job today. Working weekends in a local clothes shop. I'm so going to hate being the shop n00b. They're probably just gonna see me and be all like "OMFG u fag u use haxx", and before I know it, I'm banned from the serv..... err... store. Eh, yeah. |
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