Monday 18 June 2001

Yikes, eek and yoink ... a whole week gone by without an update. Humble apologies, grovellings etc etc, not that anyone noticed (descent into self=pitying mopes ... )

So ... the week that was. Was boring. My mummy always said that only boring people get bored, and she's right. I've been very boring this week, mostly due to the continuation of the whole pain and exhaustion thing, and a fair whack of the blues. Feh. So not fun. 

Anyway. Enough whingeing. It really wasn't that bad; I achieved quite a lot, considering; Isabel said I'm being way too hard on myself, and that it's all aggravated by the pining thing, and in this case I will believe her (selective listening/believing parents' words of wisdom being what children do best, regardless of chronological age and maturity). 

Highlights included: Cleaning the house. Napping. Doing loads of paperwork. Revising my cv, prior to doing some rather lacklustre jobhunting. Writing endless lists vis. a vis. planning and preparation for packing, packing, getting rid of stuff, moving, things to do tra la la ... And actually getting somewhere, strangely enough.

On Wednesday I slept in until noon, then suited up and raced into town to meet with some recruitment agency people. Did all those dicky tests, some of which actually got quite difficult, aced 'em all (100%s all round - apparently I come under what they call the "vastly superior" category hahahahaha) and got quite a nice glow. You know, a bit of reassurance and ego-stroking never hurt anyone. Even if it was just my literacy, computing skills, IQ and typing they were testing ... ya take it where ya can get it, that's my motto.

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Can anyone please please tell me why bridal magazines have to be so fucking scarey? I'd rather watch Alien on endless loop.

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Listening to:

UB40s version of I Can't Help Falling in Love With You (yeah yeah, getting soooooo sappy, me - but heh it makes me grin vast cheesy grins); to balance, Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds' Murder Ballads (and yes I still think kylie is brilliant; that duet gives me a hefty oomph in the solar plexus ... )

Reading:

Re-read my entire Mary Wesley collection: ditto Nancy Mitford - it'll be the Narnia Chronicles next. Gorgeous stuff, so lively, yet deeply comforting. Also Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons (spitting tea out my nose at the blatant savaging of D H Lawrence's turgid prose and arty-farty ridiculously pretentious 1920s [or whatever] society and bohemians)

Wondering:

About love songs, and personal theme songs, and songs for wedding receptions.

UB40s Red Red Wine (and aforesaid I Can't Help ... ) has to be near the top of my list for the reception, along with Sam Cooke's Wonderful World. Sam's suggestion of Horny Horny Horny might best be saved til later in the evening, after the Aged Ps have gone home ... 

Vis a vis theme songs, I think I've changed my personal theme song to Billy Ocean's When the Going Gets Tough (the Tough Get Going).  

Lusting after:

New winter clothes. Can't wait for my new suits to be made up mmmmm, 'though I still have the whole button problem to solve - I always have this traumatic time finding the "right" buttons for suits, and Lincraft has bombed miserably in that aspect. Suggestions? Anyone? Anyone?

... in particular an ankle length wool/cashmere winter coat. Black and Matrix-y. Although black leather - how divinely lusciously Spike-y *whimper*. I have a winter coat already, but it's a Perth winter coat ie lightweight microfibre, won't do for Ireland (I did love it though, until Henry told me it made me look like a freaky FBI agent a la Scully, which kinda put me off it).

Ooh ooh and Isabel has conceded that a laptop would be a very good idea, so ... (evil grins, cunning plans ... )

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