Dear Internet,

It seems you want a character reference in order to get me that job I already have. A reference from a professional with a degree who has known me for at least 2 years.

Please can one of you give me a reference? I'll need your email address so I can forward it to a job agency.


In other news, it seems I am happy. Being happy makes me fat. Exercise makes me hurt and dieting makes me sad. But being fat makes me sad. I need to learn magic. Or surgery. Another problem solved!

Good day.

Tags: good day

Dear Internet,

I start working for Aviva on Monday.  That's sooner than it was before.

Also, I don't have arthritis, but there's a small (tiny) chance I have Ankylosing spondylitis.  I very much hope not. 

Today I am going to go shopping with Mary, then go to Sabbat.  Also, I am expecting a call from Papa Goldstone. 

Good day.   

Tags: game, good day, medical
Current Music: Regina Spektor

Dear Internet,

Have I shown this to you yet?  Wait, I don't care.  Lookit.  




Those of you (Todd?) who like Okkervil River will be pleased to see the lead singer cameo, looking characteristically grumpy.  

Good day. 

Tags: beirut, good day

Dear Internet,

I am in London hanging out with my surviving cat.  He is called Cookie. 

Good day. 

Tags: cat, good day, london

Dear Internet,

I had driving lesson! 

The teacher was really nice.  I felt so relaxed and didn't get all terrified when I stalled or was going too slow or anything.  I went on duel carriageways and round loads of round abouts and at 70 miles an hour.  And because the lesson was 2 hours long, half way through we stopped in the middle of the countryside and had a break and he rolled me a cigarette.  I have booked only 2 hour lessons for the future.  And we just chatted and stuff rather than that awful silence.  I said that I wanted to learn more about the real world (as being terribly naive and unworldly is one of the reasons I'm not going to try and have any sort of career in writing any time soon) and he just went from there.  I can understand almost everything through his Norfolk accent. 

Yesterday, on the way to Ben's house, a fly flew into my eye.  It then wiggled around and died, shedding fly parts into my eye and resisting my attempts to save it.  My eye is still red and sore and gooey this morning.  Is this worth worrying about?  Or will it sort itself out?  I was more worried about the fact that I was bleeding from the ear last night, but I think that's stopped now.  For a small moment, I worried that the fly had laid eggs in my brain and... well, my imagination went to a bad place. 

Do you like Skunk Anansie?  You've probably forgotten how much you like them.  Here:  Listen to some. 


This song Yes It's Fucking Political is also good, but lacks video.  Just Google search Skunk Anansie and look at pretty pictures of Skin while listening. 

Rawkus happened.  I was wearing the dress I'd just finished making that day.  I danced around and drank.  Then I threw up on my new dress.  I blame the cider.  It was all fine until the cider.  Rawkus makes me want to down my drinks quickly so I can dance.  This is bad.  I should really just sit down and drink slowly and strike up charming-yet-inaudible conversation with nearby people.  But once I stop I realise how tired I am and don't want to dance any more.  I could just not drink.  That much.  Also, I drink so much water at Rawkus than my body can't hold it all and it just pushes it back out again.  And my doctors think I have polydipsia!  Silly doctors.  Clearly the problem is not that I am drinking too much, but that my stupid body has a faulty water-uptake system.  I wanted it in, not out. 

Do any people with size 8 feet want to buy my old converse?  Everyone knows converse look silly when they're new, so why go to all the bother of wearing them in yourself when you can buy pre-worn converse at a fraction of the cost?  I have grey low rise, pink low rise, dark red ankle high, all only slightly worn in I'm afraid... and black low rise that are so worn in and trendy that you'll be the coolest kid in Norwich.  (Seriously you can tell what colour socks you're wearing through the holes, it's pretty awesome.  I usually went with pink socks to go with the black.  You can't buy that kind of "distressed" look on the high street.)  Alternatively, anyone know of foot fettish websites where they like to spend a lot of money on worn down shoes from young ladies? I'm considering googling it, but a little scared. 
I also have black knee-high books with a buckle, and some cute little sky blue shoes with lil flowers on them.  Aw. 

I'm going to campus to print off some CV, once the coffee kicks in. 

I also said my graduation was in June.  It is not, it is in July, thank you Jarval.  Why'd they have to name those months so similarly?  Friday the 17th of July. 

Good day. 

Tags: car, eye, good day, medical, music, shoes
Current Music: Skunk Anansie

Dear Internet,

I still have a lot to learn. 

Today, I shall be learning "Driving".  And over the next few weeks, I plan to learn "Real Life".  

I shall put off learning "Successful Relationship" for a wee while, instead focusing on learning "Find House" and "Get Job" and "Tidy Room". 

At some point in the interim, I shall indulge in a small project of learning "Make Hero Pants".  At some point during this process, I am considering learning "Make Codpiece". 

If my bones could also learn "Hold Harriet Up Proper", that would be lovely.  But I suppose this won't be helped by my quest to learn "Belly Dance".  Had to sit out some of the class yesterday.  Stupid bones/muscles/tendons.  Is it advisable to mention belly dancing in the hobbies section of my CV?  A lot of people think it's a bit silly.  I could just say "Dance Classes" ? 

Wheat Free Cookies are a lie.  But Wheat Free Fruit Cake Slices and Wheat Free Belgian Breaks (basically kitkats, but without the wheat or Nestle-association) are delicious.  Still not the same as eating a donut, though.  But as long as coffee doesn't have wheat in it, I'll find a way to cope.

Have been seeing new back doctor, who pummels my back into submission.  My back is currently in submission.  Submission basically feels like a big bruise. 

I fear car.  How are you? 

Good day. 

Tags: belly dance, car, food, haberdashery, house, job, learning, medical
Current Music: Radiohead - Backdrifts

Dear Internet,

I like this song, partly for its simplicity.  Also because it is a song by the band Cake that I have not yet listened to a million times already.




I am looking for cheap as chips housing.  Cheaper than chips.  I mean, how expensive can it be to make chips?  They're just potato lumps in oil.  Should I start making my own chips?  Y/N.  Probably a one bedroom flat somewhere in Norwich.  I don't think there really is anyone who's looking for a place to live at the same time as me (current lease runs out in a couple of months) who I know well enough to live with.  I can't stand the idea of a house share with absolute strangers.  I'd rather live in a tiny cupboard-sized flat on my own.  Please can has advice from those of you who have done this sort of thing before?  When I moved into this current house, it was all organised for me by fellow house mates. 

I'm kind of liking the idea of living on my own.  I've become quite territorial lately... my own space means a lot to me.    Don't want it trampled all over by strangers.  Also, I'll have Sir Rory to protect me. 

Went to see my GP this morning.  She has given me sleeping pills.  First time since first complaining of disrupted sleep SEVEN YEARS AGO that a GP hasn't said "Don't worry: it should sort itself out soon." 

Shoulder is a bit better:  Entire back was rubbed by professional back-rubbing lady.  I think my back is sabotaging itself in a plot to ensure that I have to show my bottom to every health care professional in Norwich.  Current count:  5.  I'll keep you all updated.

Who is around on Friday the... 17th?  of June for lunch?  I graduate that morning, and Mama and Papa Goldstone have offered to take myself and some of my friends out to lunch, in part of their charitable effort to ensure that the poor students (and their associates) of Norwich do not starve to death.  I'm thinking Waffle House.  Followed by Fat Cat.  Waffles and Ale will please Papa Goldstone. 

Amma go eat a potato.  Then dance the evening away, in a wobbly "Trying-to-look-as-good-as-Lucy" manner. 

Good day.

P.S.  Am told I should not eat wheat.  Please do not feed me wheat.  This isn't like the coffee thing where you are apparently allowed to tempt me with the delicious smell of coffee at 10 o'clock at night GRANT.  

Tags: cake, food, house, medical, uni
Current Music: Cake - Wheels

Dear Internet,

I think I have a splinter on the roof of my mouth. 
I have no idea...

Bad day. 

In other news, I an enjoying this man's blog.  Partly because he has a really soothing voice. 

Tags: bad day, jay smooth

Dear Internet,

How likely is it that I'll get to go here  and CUDDLE A LION!!!!!

The article seems to suggest that people are mad about the zoo and may soon try to shut it down, as it's pretty dangerous, but I don't know, the animals are probably all on tranquilizers or something. 

I guess that doesn't make it OK. 

Dear Internet,

I saw Waiting for Godot. It was good.

I am also ill. Please do not take it personal if I am grumpy at you: The ill has stolen my usual kindly demeanor and replaced it with hate.

Going to London tomorrow for Papa G's birthday. Back in a week maybe?

I want pretty dresses and shoes. Tempted to walk up St. Benedicts on my way to the station so I can pop into the vintage dress shops and try on all the dresses. But this will lead to me wanting all the dresses and being sad. Or not fitting into any of the dresses and being double plus sad while still maybe wanting them a bit. Stupid people from the past and their tiny waists.

I have very little gaming capabilities with me currently, but am too ill to lie down, making sleep difficult. I may resort to flash games on Intertrucks. At least until I become too ill to look at stuff.

Mayhaps I shall reinstall the dreaded MSN. Mayhaps.

Bad day.

Tags: bad day, clothes, game, london, medical, papa g, theatre