Children

I don't think of myself as a particularly maternal person. I don't want children when I get older.

Kids don't seem to realise this. They think I'm great fun. Truly bizarre.

There was a little boy this weekend in work who decided he was not going home to his parents and that he was going to stay in the shop with me. He called me 'The Lady' and was adament he was staying with 'The Lady'.

I had to tell him that he had to go home with his mummy as mine was waiting for me too. My mum was waiting for my shift to end and was watching the whole thing with great amusement.

Eventually he was convinced that going home was a good idea. But he did wave and blow me kisses all the way out of the shop. He really was too cute for words.

That camel's back is well and truly broken

I really have had it with my current employer. And I mean it this time. Final ficking straw!!!!

As mentioned on this blog before, I work one day a week. A Saturday. But today at 4pm the deputy manager decides to inform me my hours are to be changed to Sundays. Starting tomorrow! So I also have to work tomorrow now, even though my exams are in a week. And I had an entire day of revision planned plus I wanted to go to the gym.

Apparently they couldn't inform me prior to the tail end of my shift today as the change was only being implemented today. Utter fucking bullshit.

I couldn't care less if they move my hours. Saturday or Sunday? I. Don't. Care.
I do however require some notice. As I now have to rearrange my own holiday cover (another joy that our manager thought up!) as my work days are different. As well as redo my revision plan.

Plus I am currently revising facial reconstruction as I don't have time tomorrow.

May the company and they all lose their jobs. The cunts.

I love you Primark

Primark is possibly the best shop in the world ever. Admittedly there is a whole load of crud in there, but have you been in Oasis recently?

Anyway I basically got my entire holiday wardrobe for T'egypt for under £50. Which include a maxi skirt, cropped trousers, 3 kaftan tops, a stripyvest top, a pair of jogging pants (essential for the train way cold apparently) and a whole load of pants.

I think I may actually have an addiction to buying knickers. I love them!

My expenditure was further justified when my professor told me my grades so far mean I on course for a possible distinction (this is unlikely, but it means I've got a bit of buffer to hopefully make a merit a bullseye!). I'm not normally one to brag about my grades, but you have no idea how much it means to be back on track. Academically at least. It means that I haven't been wasting time and money for the past few months.

But is nose to grindstone time again, as I have to finish my science essays revise and write a presentation on a scientific technique used in Egyptology.

Thunderbird update: Saw another one today! A Thunderbird train called Tin Tin (she was the Chinese/Japanese girl). My geek status is assured.

Trains

For the past few mornings, my Daddy and I have been waiting in great anticipation for my train to arrive (he just waits with me, as all sorts of unsavory types might try to converse with me otherwise).

This is because all of the engines we've had for the past few days have been named. With big plaques on the side. They have also all been named after Thunderbirds. Pretty damn random.

So far there has been The Mole, FAB 1 and Lady Penelope (who's plaque was pink, of course).

I want to know if there is one named for The Hood. And if so does that mean it is the nemisis of all the other trains? Can a train really be evil? I know for certainty that Arriva Trains Wales is!

Sleepies

As I don't go out that often on a Saturday when my mate Debs invited me out this weekend it seemed like a great idea.

It gave me a chance to wear my new city shorts, which were very chic but I was bloody cold. Going out in Chester makes me feel so young as it seems that everyone else is so old! It's not fun to get followed around a club by a man old enough to be your father! Why can't a Jake gyllenhaal lookalike follow me about? Is it too much to ask?

I wasn't drinking but today I am soooooooo tired and I have got to write 1500 more words on the use of histology to study ancient skeletal tissue, as well as redo the conclusion on my schistosomiasis essay (as it is currently cack).

But I have even less motivation than usual plus Fable is calling.....

To The Dickhead Who Prank Called Me At Work....

How proud your parents must be that you spend your time ringing up shops at closing time to irritate their staff.

Do you really think that spending 10 minutes talking to me about 360s in a rubbish posh accent before yelling 'Fat Bitch' and hanging up is funny?

I can tell you honestly say that I've seen dogshit which is more amusing, you pathetic piece of chav trash.

I still get paid for talking to you plus it was your phonebill, so all I lost was 10 minutes of vaccuuming time. At least I don't have to live with the fact that this is about as good as it'll get for you.

You've peaked too early son, just like your dad.

A Minor Selection of Little Girly Nightmares

• What is it with Maybelline mascara? I'm not even going to mention the bizarre pink and green bottle it comes in, even if its black. It takes pigging ages to dry and I'm sure there is something in it that makes you sneeze. Every morning I put it on and nearly every morning I sneeze. So I end up with mascara all under my eyes. Not in a Twiggy-fake-lash-kinda-way, but in a crap-Alice-Cooper-kinda-way.

• Walking on a wet path in jeans means you will undoubtedly have cold wet legs by the time you reach your destination (and have to sit on a cold train for an hour). And that mud will have worked its way up your inside leg to about the level of your knee. So you are not just damp but mucky as well.

• It's Valentine's Day. And apart from the fact the only person to get you anything is your sis. (Cheers L btw, I love Fable!!!) The university decides this would be the best time to take out your next fee installment. So not only am I spinster, but I am also poor.
  

Why exactly do I bother getting out of bed?

Steamy!

I am longsighted.

However, I think I got off lightly given some of my family's ocular problems. Which is beside the point, which is that I need glasses for reading.

I'm also all about the multi-tasking, generally as I have far too little time to get anything done!

But reading in the bath. It's just not happening!! I feel like Mr Ma-fricking-goo! All that steam means I can't see a bloody thing. But without the glasses I have to squint like Moley. Not a good look.

So my course reading is slightly behind.

Help A Starving Student!!

The lead has been located and I've put a few things on Teh eBay.

Check out my listings here. Clickity click!

You buy? Yes? Cheap! Cheap!!

Photographs

The other night, on a whim, I got my old photo albums out from my undergrad days and earlier. The first thing that struck me (after how much thinner I was then) was how much happier I looked. Carefree, I suppose.

Admittedly many of these photos are from nights out when large amounts of alcohol meant that I did care about shit except where the next vodka was coming from. Even so, I remember that before I graduated I felt so certain about things. Academically at least. I knew exactly how it was all going to work out. Which it did to a certain extent, but I was shortsighted. I didn't consider life after graduation would be any different.

Funny really. As I feel so desperately insecure about my current situation, the utter reversal of my old outlook. But I don't think given the oppourtunity that I would want to go back to being that Sessy. Fundamently we are still the same but there are now a couple of significant differences.

I don't blame myself for other people's failings, and I certainly don't try and change them or me to suit anymore. Life after graduation has made me far less naïve and I can to a point realise that getting upset about certain situations is pointless (though I generally still do, I just know I, being stupid which is a baby step in the right direction).

The downside of growing up means that these days when I joke about being cynical and jaded, it isn't always a joke.

Here endeth my lengthy self examination, am going to see if I can fit in that gorgeous black dress I wore all the time back then!

A list can't save you now!

My To Do List is reaching epic proportions which coupled with deadlines and my looming exams, does not lend itself to a stable and balanced state of mind.

Our trip to Egypt is five weeks on Thursday and I've yet to get my visa and injections.

I'm half way through one essay and yet to start on another.

My room is a pig sty and I've got posters to put as I am so sick of sleeping in a room that looks like an office with a bed in it.

Plus I need to start thinking about my research project, am currently leaning towards doing something related to identifying malarial DNA in ancient tissue. But who knows at this stage!

All this and hormones too. Pass the fecking chocolate!!

Grrr......Argh

So.

You've got a ton of stuff to sell on eBay.

Including handmade jewellery which took piggin' ages to make.

Photos are all taken on the dinky digital camera.

All ready to go, you plug the camera into the computer.....

Or not.

As someone has removed the lead and conveniently misplaced it.

Thanks family. Really appreciate it.