Alright, I've just been sent a seemingly genuine offer to appear in a BBC3 TV show called 'Snog Marry Avoid'. That sounds like awesome, but also, I dunno, I don't really... want to 0___o; By the looks of it they seem to take overly glammed up girls and give them a 'make under' which I personally will never ever do. There's no way in Hell that I'd ever take off my makeup and undo my hair on British television, never! I have a reputation to maintain! I'm not sure if I should feel slightly offended by this offer, or flattered that I stood out, hmnyeh.
Here's some clips from it...
SJ's Makeunder
Izzi the Elf
Playing into Levi
I'm away to eat pie now.
Life it seems has been very close to perfect lately. I'd rather be living in my own home instead of flatting, but apart from that no complaints. I'm so super happy with Paddy, he's just so perfect really. He refuses to let me get a photo of him but I will be sneaky.I cooked him a massive dinner last night which came out really well, then we were up all night watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. My job is awesome, like the other night I got to do 'jumping out' where you jump out at the end of the tour and scream to scare the shit out of the tourists, then lock up at the end of the night. It was brilliant!
Everything has been going really well, suspiciously well, until this morning when my mum called and told me at the end of a long phone call that she might have a serious health problem. She's not too concerned about it and is taking the whole thing lightly, but I for one am very worried and begged her to go to a doctor despite her "nah, it'll be fine"'s. Everything can't go well all the time. Anyway in other news, yesterday I went into the closed Nicol Edwards pub, and omfg if I haven't seen anything more filthy, putrid and foul in all my life. Thick mould everywhere, and one tiny unknown 'staff bathroom' downstairs which had some sort of large gelatinous blob on top of the toilet which was possibly once a toilet roll, which appeared to have vomited brown sludge all over the room. The ceiling was lined with thick spongy mould that was dripping slime, and the smell was ungodly. I had sore lungs and it hurt to breath for a while after being in there. Slime and liquid dripped from numerous spots on the ceiling, and there is a room which was once a nice cinema that is now crammed with old kegs and other shit. Apparently there was more that I didn't see, but I think I saw enough! They're trying to clean it up to make the place respectable, and hopefully they do because it could be made to be really nice, but it's won't be easy to achieve. Right well methinks that's all for the now, bye dee byes.
I found another picture of myself taken during the Fringe Festival. I like this one 'cause it makes me look really mental and my hair is really tall in it.
Anyway, I know I might be jumping the gun a bit here, but Paddy and I keep talking about what's going to happen when my visa runs out. This won't happen for ages yet but still I'm not sure what to do. My plan so far is this: time my trip back to NZ just before summer, apply for a one year work permit for the UK, work my ass off doing seasonal work for four months, save up and get a ticket back to Scotland. I know I haven't been gone long (but it's over four months now, isn't that nuts?) but I really have no wish to go back and am certain that I want to stay here. I miss my pets and my family but there's no other reason for it, infact I keep having nightmares about being back in Dunedin. I actually have a life here, it's nice for a change! Oh and I will be doing a nice big picture post eventually, promise!
Lol I'm surprised that when i said I had an Irish boyfriend that no one guessed the name Patrick, haha :p I must mention that I’ve had no internet for quite a few days, it’s really dodgy so I can only get it sometimes it seems.
Last night I was more piss crook than I’ve ever been in my life. So much so that I’m puzzled as to how I’m still alive today. Erin, Loren and I thought we were overdue for a big night out, so we decided to have one. It’s been a long time since I’ve been properly drinking, so I guess I can’t handle booze as well as I used to. I was going to stick to a few swigs of gin so that I knew I’d be alright, but then Erin bought me three shots of Jager and I think that was my downfall. By that point I was already pissed off the gin enough that the Jager had a pleasant taste. We had plans for the night; after the poolhall we were going to go to some goth club, then I wanted to head to the Nicol Edwards pub to see Paddy and wait for him to finish work there. However I only got so far as the door of the goth club then all I wanted to do was pass out on the footpath. The doorman growled at me but I didn’t really care. Loren called my friend Saul and ordered me a taxi home, so I got home, stumbled out of the taxi and almost passed out on the footpath after throwing up alot. Saul was there and was trying to get me into my flat, but somehow I’d lost all ability to move and wanted nothing more than to stay in the freezing cold street with my head in the gutter. Never in my life have I been too drunk to even stand, really not good. Bear in mind that I live on a fairly dangerous street, and staying there alone would have meant being mugged, stabbed, raped, you know the sort of thing. So Saul and a faceless stranger helped me through the door and somehow I managed to get up the two flights of spiral stairs. I’m so thankful for my friends, I know how shit it is to look after a piss crook drunk. I got to bed, threw up some more, passed out, and woke up shortly after to thank Saul and tell him that he could go home. I suppose the bright side is the fact that I remember everything.
I awoke with a look that any scene kid would envy; like a glamorous piece of gutterscum. I should be at work right now but well yeah, think I'm going to make an attempt at meeting Erin and Loren for lunch. I’ve just downed two cups of tea and a bowl of scrambled eggs because I know that eggs contain a chemical which is good for the liver. I feel so fucking stupid but atleast now I know that I can’t drink as much as I used to, so a lesson well learned I say. I’m also feeling sad because I was looking forward to seeing Paddy and spending the day with him today, but he’ll be at home asleep and I get to sit here feeling miserable with writhing guts. All my fault, what a horrible time. Just want to see Paddy really, but he’d txt me last night and said that he felt bad for not walking down to my place. Probably a good thing though that he didn’t. So yeah that’s what I’ve been up to. Well bye for now my lovelies, hope you don’t think any less of tme than you already do ;)
Wee I have a new boyfriend, an Irish guy and you all get one guess what his name is, lol :p
We went to see Hellboy 2 yesterday, which was very cool but some of the acting (especially from the women) was shite, and the story was drowned in fantasy thingies, but that kinda made it cooler. Never saw the first film so perhaps I just didn't understand it properly.
Also, the 'Plague' has been going around, and it was only a matter of time until I got it, certain I've got it now, I can feel it in my bones! Work has become super boring without Erin to talk to, and without all the music, performers, and people from the Fringe, aww. It's Autumn now and getting bloody cold in the evenings, burrr! Well that's all, will post again when I have more time!
COMMENTS
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atyourwindow
00:17 Sep 18 2008
geez its only the bbc lol