I'll need more poster space.

It was only Sunday yesterday and already it's the weekend again. This is how it feels in my shoes. My shoes which have seen better days and always get stones in.
At times like these it's better for time to fly.
I still have some comics to read from Christmas. I was such a geek this January, with my comics and games . I'm really looking forward to getting back to them.
I should do one over summer but I already decided on my summer project. I'm going to make a cigar box guitar.
I want to go to New Orleans.

Getting more new people at work. It's like my wildest dreams coming true now that I will get to boss around a middle aged man.

Thirteen days to go!!!

Tuna melt.

I knew I kept those bottles for a reason. Likewise with that helmet.

The king crab season is better than the opilio crab season.

Hands full of holes.

The sky is always so pretty:

Nothing to report on the day that would be considered interesting.
I have no idea how I lived without This Is The Sea. It's the thing I want when I go to bed along with Back In The Bottle, and I want the same combination in the morning, it's like I'm married to them.
Our children will be beautiful.

Pumpkin.

I did have a longer post but not one word of it was worth the pixels they would use up on the screen. 

Not that it was complaints or tales of woe, it just seemed to be the same old story. 

Probably because my life is just the same day everyday and it's been that way since Christmas. 

So the only single nugget of new information: I planted my pumpkin. 

Blood and romance.

My day has been all about bullet wounds and willow trees. I'm supposed to be reeling everything in now and putting the finishing touches on things but I can't help start new things.
I have just sat down to do some sketch book related activities and I found a load of loose sheets that I did a while back. Paper clipped them in and already everything looks more complete.
Tomorrow I will do my final canvas before Somerset. I might do a collage too because I'm guessing that that wont take much time at all as long as I don't use a big piece of paper.

One hundred and thirty-eight make up photos, that's how many I have. I just counted, as in I put them all in one folder and let the compute count for me.
There are only three more designs I wish to do which if all goes to plan will take me a couple of hours, and if it doesn't go to plan then it will still only take a couple of hours only it will just be two designs.
Then I'll get all these photos printed and buy a pretty book to put them in. Annotate it all and throw in a couple of sketches and I'll be pleased with it and so will my interviewer and we'll talk and great lengths about how awesome I am.

I'm feeling exceptionally confident today. Not about any in particular thing, I just have that feeling that I will be something great. I haven't the faintest idea where this feeling came from, it just turned up. Life doesn't look to be as tough as people make out.

I saw the BNP political broadcast today. I wasn't aware that despite their racist views that they wanted to withdraw all troops from foreign wars. I thought they would of loved killing people in foreign countries.
It looks like that on election day I will be leaving an hour before the polling station opens and might be home after they close. I'm couldn't care less really, however my mum is trying to work out how she can vote that day and don't bother suggesting postal voting because you had to sign to that like six days ago. If we get back in time I suppose I might vote because my mum will be going there and if I did I'd probably vote Lib Dem. No idea what their policies are, or all those other words that I childishly ignore. My reason for choosing them is purely that if they get in, I can say I helped.

Anyway, I've stalled myself for too long now. Must dash, make coffee and work, work, work!
Oh yeah, before I go, remember how my thumb hurt yesterday? Today it's lovely and bruised, pretty much half my hand. I'm pleased about this because it hurt me a great deal and now I have proof of that. I hope that the bruise gets worse too, just to milk it all the more.
And why is it that everyone these days is a cage fighter?

Cloudy sky.

The hate from a Dan is a powerful ugly beast.
Today on the surface might of seemed like a bad day but below that surface today has actually been quite good. Hating people and arguing is awful fun in a way.
And being slightly childish with this hate. Childish is fun though, because children have fun and they don't need to have all the fun, I need some too.
Now I'm going to be ever so focused on keeping this hate because I can't help but forget about it sometimes  and then I do that shitty "benefit of the doubt" stuff. Nope, I vow to be a bitter being from now until August.

Other new things in the world of Dan, my thumb hurts. Pretty sure I was a hairsbreadth from being in a cast. Got it stuck between a rock and a hard place. The rock being a metal bar, the hard place being a crate. I'll never tire from massive outbursts of swearing.

I should go do something alone now because I'm sure that I will be a complete bastard to anyone who talks to me tonight.
Not my fault, everyone in the world should just be more bearable and less insufferable.

My eyes, my days, my life.

My eyes are some sight today. I noticed them before and they are major league blood shot. From a far they just look pink. Then it gets better as under those bad boys I have bags. Bags!?! I'm guessing that's what they are known as, it just looks like a miniature black eye.
I didn't think this week has been this rough, or maybe I just look like shit and don't notice it.
I'm happy that it's Saturday night. Yes, I do have work again tomorrow but not until eight which means a whole three extra hours in bed and it will have that fun Sunday feeling in the air.

I feel very, very lazy right now. I've done a bit of colouring and I'll let myself do nothing now. I might go read before having a massive sleep.
Yes, there really is nothing else that I can think about talking about.
Got another huge burn today. And a big cut that I never noticed, I guess it forgot to hurt.
I feel like delving into something and learning. Like mythology and folklore and such other ye olde tales. I don't like reading from a computer screen which scuppers that idea because I lack the sufficient books. I got an encyclopaedia on mythology not so long ago. I don't like the layout of it that much and I did just buy it for the pictures.
Gosh I'm warm.
Gosh I've wasted too much time on this that I'll never see again.
And my ankle hurts.
Humph.

It's a motherfucker.

I nearly woke everyone up this morning with the word motherfucker. I stubbed my toe on a speaker.
It's good and bruised now but everything moves in the right way and no longer hurts.
At work I find a note. A full side of A4, so a long note. Adam had wrote it last night, saying how Rob had done nothing and he is just a general cock.
This pleased me because I'm hoping he gets fired or thrown somewhere else.
Despite all the extra work I had to do, it felt good.
We all had a chat about how to get him fired. I love how it doesn't matter how old you get, you'll never fully grow up, it was just like being at school.
I'm well ripped now as I had to rearrange the whole of our freezer. A task made all the harder because the only free space in said freezer is no wider than the crates.
Quite literally though, I am ripped. My muscles decided to grow faster than my skin so now I have the most bitching stretch marks on my arms. Good job I'm not a woman.

I have thirteen days until my interview. The panic isn't setting in and I'm not sure if it will.
I look at what I have done and I think it's an appropriate amount. I did maybe forget about my sketch books for most this month, they are bare.
I'll fix that as so far next week is only a four day week.
I need to get all my photos printed too, then stuck in a pretty book in a pretty fashion.
One thing that I should sort out, I don't really know what to say. I doubt that I will dwell on this, wing it on the day. And there is no point creating some good looking answer which is transparent. No, I'll go for the honest, top of my head approach. It's worked fine up until now.

And who cares about that anyway? Exactly a week after that interview nothing will matter because I will be seeing Third Eye Blind and then what else will I need to do with my life. Anything after the thirteenth of May is an added bonus.
My stomach remembered about seeing Third Eye Blind this morning. Oh what a wonderful feeling.

Birthdays, barbecues & beer.

Title says it all really.
I'd stay and chat but I'm not going to.
Feet feel like they have been cleaved in two as I've been rocking the flip flops since lunch time.
Won a game of pool against some pro despite my handicap of being shit.
And today as been the best day in a fair old while as it has taken me away from my normal, everyday routine.
Friends are great.

Here I dreamt I was an architect.

Today has been my one measly day off in this bitch of a week, though Sunday kinda counts as a day of as it will be easy going and I'm with Fran and Adam and hopefully the bakery will have some cool kids in it too.
Back to today. I made every moment count, after I had watched Deadliest Catch because I was just too tired last night. It was awesome by the way.
After that I went upstairs because last night I was struck by the thought that I had done shit all make up since February probably. I went for the slit throat and by the end of it I was ready to pack it in and just slit my throat.
It wasn't having any of it. The wax refused to play ball and it wasn't easy having to use a mirror to guide my hands. Eventually everything looked great and I thought I had caught a break. Nope.
I went to put some colour on it and bits started to fall off, come up and stick to the brush. Wax is a pain to get on and into place but after that it has always been a breeze - until today.
But I persevered, egged on by numerous curses to the world and got it all coloured and it was looking okay. Then time for the fake blood. This was fine until work decided to ring me with the most pointless information in the world which could of waited 'til tomorrow morning.
So my running downstairs and bending over was the final nail in the lid of my wound, parts had slid down my neck so I just pushed it up and took a photo and was done with it.
It would be ten times easier if I had someone else's neck because then I would be able to see better and not strain my eyes so much. I remembered I bought a fucktonne of gelatin so I'm just going to make a whole prothetic and glue it on.

Oh yes, before this I finished up a painting I did yesterday. I thought it was done but I had an idea to just make it a bit streaky and lighten it up with white spirit. It worked out awesome and pleased my immensely.
Then it was after the make up palaver that I decided to play with clay. This too was a pain but not as bad. The only other thing I was hoping to do with my day was draw a hannya mask and then make one out of clay but I had run out of time.
Despite all the mishaps is nice to know I got the most out of today.
I could of done more but my evening was all booked up with a trip to the cinema to see Kick Ass.
It certainly did.
And who knew, a fifteen can use the word cunt.
The film made me feel good with all the laughing and feel goodness coming from it but coming home I realised I still am not certain with what I want to do. Not that the film made me want to become a superhero, no, I just don't know what I want.
I'm happy here doing what I am doing. Minus my job of course.
I'm still going to go do make up or whatever for however long and see where that takes me. Making plans doesn't mean anything anyway because I'm sure I'll be happy doing whatever if I find some amazing girl. Or I could get a really good job doing something I enjoy which is made all the better by doing it with amazing people.
This is why I still don't know what to do. I think about make up and I just see myself alone. I try to picture working with people and having best friends around me but this leads to daydreams and nothing solid.
Everything seems to come back to the same point. I just really, really need to find the right people to be around. People who will bring the best out of me and so on. A best friend, but an actual best friend because I have been through so many I've lost count.
I'm going now, before you think of me as miserable. I'm not, these are just my thoughts being spoken.
Plus, I need to sleep.
So many of these seem to end with my need to sleep.

Pleasant surprises.

I shall do this now else as I could forgot later with all the excitement of new Deadliest Catch!
Let us begin: Work was a treat, a laugh a minute. If the right people are in then the atmosphere is great, and today all the right people where in. We also had a fire drill which yielded more laughs.
I did a fair bit of bitching about Rob with everyone. Yesterday I thought I felt sorry for him because he pisses everyone off but then he talked to me about pointless shit while I was trying to do everything he wasn't doing. This lead me to promise never to second guess myself when it comes to Rob.
It gets better, he fucked up an order yesterday and someone came and complained. Not enough to get rid of him, but it's another in a long list.
Anywho, I best leave that subject now. Not because I don't like talking behind peoples backs, oh no far from it, I should just stop otherwise I'll go on for hours.

So now we get to my walk home. Uneventful as always until I got to my road.
A house was recently sold, I only know this because of the obnoxious place where the removal men decided to park. Outside this house I saw a girl come out with a guitar on her back and a suitcase in her hand. Damn, I thought, why is it only now that I learn some guitar playing girl lived here.
She turned around and the face was familiar somehow. It took probably too long for it to click as to who this face belonged to.
It was Hannah!
It was her mum who bought the house.
So followed a little chat. Not enough time for any meaningful talk, just small talk but with her mum a stones throw away I'm sure to see her a little more often than I have the past couple of years.

And now I shall go carry on grafting. Probably listen to more of The Waterboys.
What a brilliant idea that was to invest in them. Well done me.

The bitch week begins.

I have lots I could say but time is fast slipping away and I must go to sleep as soon as possible. 

First, I like how my Strummer painting turned out. My mum said she liked that painting of a man drinking coffee, I sighed. Whereas Paul said he liked that picture of Strummer, I didn't sigh. 

I got a letter from Leicester. Completely forgot about that old chestnut. 

I have a conditional place on a course I never even applied to. I say conditional, it's more of an unconditional offer as I just need to prove I can write my name and count to ten. 

This should make be believe in myself more because I have big doubts on my abilities at everything. Apart from cooking there is nothing else I can say with confidence that I am good at it. 

I am excited about my interviews in Somerset but I still doubt everything I do. I worry about this because I have my black lump of a heart set on going away come September. 

You'd think that I am self loathing with the way that I talk. Expecting me to be trying to cut my toes off with blunt scissors or cutting myself with a compass or something equally pathetic, but I am far from self loathing. I love myself. Not in some egocentric way, at least I think it's not, but I just really enjoy who I am and the things that make me Dan. 

Never know, things might just do what they normally do and just work out for the best. I do hope so because this would be the worst time for that pattern to change. 

But come whatever I wont be working in Morrisons if push does come shoving. 

I'll miss pieces of that place though, like tonight Tracey was there too and we had a grand old time together. She is by far my favourite person there and also one of the most likable people I have ever met. I will be deeply upset about possibly never seeing her again when I leave. I'll miss Adam too, and Anne. Fran, I'm sure I'll see him from time to time maybe but the rest of them I have feelings of indifference. Then a handful fall into the good riddance category. 

I've gone on too much already. 

Bed time. 

Sunday - 50% extra sleep, 50% extra pay.

Time serves no purpose for me today because three o'clock felt more like nine o'clock. Luckily it was overcast when I was walking home because had it been bright the shock might of killed me.

I watched the first episode of Castle today. I would of watched it just because it has Nathan Fillion in it but then the write up it had made it sound amazing.
A bestselling author cures his writers block by teaming up with a young detective and solving crimes.
And it is as good as it sounds but maybe a pinch of quirkiness would of set it off perfectly. Just a pinch, nothing like Pushing Daisies. This is the first episode though, I just wanted that quick entertaining fix.
Castle also has that dude in from Generation Kill and we all know how I feel about that program.
I bet I can link all the programs I like.
Firefly has Nathan Fillion who also stars in Castle.
Castle has that dude in from Generation Kill.
Generation Kill has that  guy in who also plays Eric in True Blood.
Alan Tudyk was in Firefly and also appeared in CSI.
CSI has had numerous guest appearances, one being the Mythbusters.
One of the whores from Firefly plays Julie in The OC.
Caleb from The OC is in Lost.
(Nathan Fillion was in Lost once).
Lost once had Janet in from Rescue Me, and Jerry from said show was in CSI.
Simon Pegg bridges the gap between Band of Brothers and Spaced. Could be better but now I have bored myself.
To fit in How I Met Your Mother I kinda have to stretch things because I can't see anything more obvious. Firefly, written by Joss Whedon who wrote Buffy The Vampire Slayer too. A program starring that woman who's name escapes me as the surname is silly, the hot one who played Willow, she's in How I Met Your Mother. Mr. Fillion also happened to be in Buffy a few times, played a character called Caleb.
Hmm, now I have said this I just remembered that Elliot from Scrubs was in How I Met Your Mother. Oh well.

Everyone's saying how my hair makes me look younger and cute. Thank goodness I don't have a manhood for it would be ripped to pieces about now. I don't really want to look younger though, not that I want to wish away my youthful looks.

That was the river. This is the sea.

I write this as I lie in a peculiar position. Reason is that it makes me back feel better. It always aches, probably because of the way I lie, or sometimes I sit on the sofa so my back is on the arm and it's hard but the tv is too engrossing to go find a cushion. Such is my life.
And I no doubt stand all wrong leading to more aches.
You wonder why I say I want to die young. I creak like a staircase and it's only going to get worse. Imagine another sixty years of things getting worse, they'd be nothing left of me by then.
And old people in general piss me off. They are annoying and do annoying things, make annoying noise, wear annoying things. You get the idea, annoying.
Yet it's not all doom and gloom, my gran is the one person who makes me think getting old wont be bad. I'm sure I wont lose my character while I sink into my elderly years so I am also sure that I could grow old in style just like her.

We're off topic now, my first sentence got away into pointless chit-chat.
The sunset is nice, I know this because I am in the west facing bedroom and get to enjoy the whole splendor of it. Despite using the window ledge to work on I didn't get pissed off with the sun, nope, he's just too gosh darn lovable.
I just finished my Joe Strummer painting. I say finished, I'm debating whether or not to put his name on there.
All in all it's been another lovely afternoon basking in sun and Strummer.
But wait! Things can get better than that.
Remember that song off the Deadliest Catch advert, well, I found it. This Is The Sea by The Waterboys. I found it last night and listened to it and it just made me want to cry. Pure emotion overload.
Now I know why I left a space in my Top Five Songs list.
I must invest in some Waterboys albums because I like some other songs of theirs.
It's such a great song to leave on repeat because it only has the two repeated chords for the whole length and the end flows back into the start, much like Your Hand In Mine or Paint The Silence. And it's a long song, listen to it ten times over and an hour has gone and by hour two it's still beautiful.
I'm happy, I notice this because I ramble on without care. I blame Anne Frank a little too, she witters on (I wonder if that's why it's called Twitter?) in a similar fashion.

One reason in a long list of reasons.

I've had a brilliant afternoon. This is why:

Water, water everywhere.

Had all my hair cut off today. I do miss it as I love my curls and I'm so used to seeing a mess on the top of my head. But it was on the edge of becoming too long and I decided to cut it all off. In a week or two when it grows out a little and settles into it's style I will no doubt be saying how I will keep on top of it and keep it that way because I like it. Likelihood of this occurring though is another thing.
I also cracked on with some things that I needed to finish seems how I started them some time ago. Just need to add more gold leaf to that buddha one now.
Spent nearly two hours doing a pen drawing of Johnny Cash. I really like how it turned out just as much as I liked doing it for two hours and not getting pissed off with it, but I had American Chopper to help me along.
Still can't find the name of that song from the Deadliest Catch advert. I can't even find the advert online to try and pick out some features. My search so far has only lasted twenty minutes so I shall graft on with that task tomorrow now because I must sleep.
Goodnight.

Visual aid.

Nothing to discus about the morning, it involved work and my hatred.

Afternoon however, it has been a nice one.
Of late I haven't feeling as great as I was last month and for no reason. The days always seem to pick up once I get my second wind as then I no longer have to drag my body around the house.
Today though, while waiting for things to dry I went and got Rory as I was upstairs and as was he. My mood went through the roof. He's the best.
I used to talk about buying a new guitar but I don't think I ever could. I'm never sentimental but he brings out the best in me. Weird though because he isn't a big make and it was my dad who got him for me, despite all this I still have the upmost love for him because he is mine.
So the conclusion I drew from the day: I'm happiest when I have my guitar around.
You could draw a graph to illustrate this conclusion but there is no need because I have done all the hard work already.

As you can see the correlation is clear and positive. You may also note that it is possible to have a positive mood where guitar is still negative, but to attain a high value for mood you also require a high value for guitar. 

Fun and informing, feel free to thank me. 

It's not Tuesday.

Today I swore it was Monday, and I can't believe that tomorrow is going to be Wednesday which means that my day off is practically a breath away. That will be nice, and I got some canvases today to keep idle hands occupied.

I don't have a lot to say because I feel so out of the loop. Not that I have been in a loop but I just feel like I'm standing behind my own life. It's nice in a way because it makes everything all the more care free and easy. However I have a feeling that I should be involved in something.
You know me though, the sense of ease within me over powers any other feelings.

Remember when I used to sit online all night every night? I prefer the way things are now. Who'da thought there was such a big wide world outside of msn?

Tv just reminded me about voting. I have an excuse not to vote because I'll be in Somerset all day. Sure I could do a postal vote or find some polling station but then my excuse wouldn't be an excuse.
Today though, I thought I might vote. That has passed.
Last year when people talked to me about it I thought that the Tories wouldn't win. Now when people talk and I see all the silly little signs, it's hard to imagine Labour winning.
Honestly, I'm curious to see what it would be like with a Tory government. I'm told all these horror stories but I can't help but wonder.

The post that I couldn't think of a title for.

Apparently I missed a fair few calls from work today while I was out. I guess someone couldn't make it and they thought they'd rely on reliable Dan. No longer will I be reliable and I like it because I didn't call them back. My day off so therefore I'm not on this planet for as far as they know.

Despite being at my grans all afternoon I still got a couple of bits done. I still have a phone call to make which I'll hopefully remember tomorrow. I also found an email that I completely forgot to reply to. Again, tomorrow. And then I just need a stamp to send a letter.
It's not all as bad as I thought, I'm just a week late with all these things. Time is a crazy thing for me at the moment, it's flying by all the time but when I look at something and think it happened a month ago it turns out it only happened three days ago.

I'm really not looking forward to going back to work tomorrow. I do hate getting up and going there. When I am there it's not as bad because I'm there and doing things and sometimes I'm working with genuine friends. But this week is not going to be a patch on next week. I think it's two weeks of six o'clock starts more or less so I'm going to be tired as fuck. But hey, two weeks of free afternoons which I have to make worthwhile.

Anne Frank's diary is going down a real treat, I think this will go in the list of my favourite books.
And speaking of sad things, the new season of Deadliest Catch starts soon. I'm sure that is going to be a teary ordeal. Just the advert makes me sad.
I'm a hopeless case.

Paper is more patient than man.

Dear Kitty,
Today has been a most wonderful day. Waking up when I wanted to, which happened to be ten o'clock in the morning. Then the day was mine, whatever I wanted to could be done and the first thing I did was lie there listen to the entirety of In The Aeroplane Over The Sea. It's still the best album in the world, would you not agree?
After my amazing lie in I came downstairs where I had a breakfast muffin and remained in the kitchen where I made a lemon meringue pie. A beautiful one at that.
And with it being such a nice day I made up some iced tea and coffee. I'm drinking some of that iced tea right now - citrusy.
I was planning on going out into the sun and doing some art related things but as far as I got was sketching up a self portrait. Or should I call it a many selves portrait? Or would it be a many self's portrait? Well it is one of those and that is as far as I got. Now I think of it I don't really know where all the day went, I must of been in the kitchen longer than I imagined.
Oh yes, that was it. I did go outside but that involved younger siblings and water pistols.
I shall be good tomorrow.

I really want to go to every festival this year as each one has somebody I really want to see. Download has Aerosmith. V has the EELS. Leeds/Reading has blink-182 and Arcade Fire and probably more. That one down south has The Mountain Goats. Y Not has Turin Brakes. I shall enquire at work to see about a weekend off and then I may go to Y Not because I really fancy a festival this year. I have been to two and each one I didn't have a massive urge to go to before hand. Now this year I have a huge urge and have had to turn down numerous offers as I know how strapped for cash I will be in September if all works out well. Then I am going to Greece as it is which will cost me. Anyway, it all depends on work because if I can't have the time off I can't go and I am already quitting early because of my holiday.
So about all these festivals, I was feeling rather pissed off to be missing out on so much, but then I remembered all about Third Eye Blind. If they are the only band I see this year, it will still be the best year for gigs ever.
Things might just work out because just the other day a Turin Brakes song found me and it had a most marvelous video to go with it. It's my favourite song of the moment and I'm sure it's going to have a big play count at the end of summer.
Here it is:

I started the diary of Anne Frank tonight while listening to In The Aeroplane Over The Sea again because you know how I love a multimedia life.
I'm sure this book will be an emotional roller coster just like I Am Legend, only this book is far from fiction.
Reading her book showed me why I love doing things like this, hence why I have done todays post in a similar fashion to hers. I'm nothing special and I'm just like her when I want to live on in some way. I'd love to have an audience as big as hers reading my words, and I sure have enough words to fill several books.
Paper truly is more patient than man.
It's been lovely talking. I'll keep in touch.
Yours,
Dan.

The short weekend begins with longing.

Spent my morning in a six foot square room and my afternoon was spent in the sun. It was a pleasant shock when I saw the time and how long I had been out enjoying myself.
Got my wooden figure all finished. Just needs a few flashes of colour and an IV pole thingy.

Finished my book too. State of Fear.
I enjoyed it. It was no Terminal Man but it was still very thought provoking and that is why I love Crichton, that and just because my childhood was Jurassic Park.
This book had real references to real scientific papers which I loved and now I fear global warming even less than I did before reading this book.

Tonight was a right treat. Beer and a film. A much loved past time of mine, yet one I don't let myself do often. Too tired or too busy squeezing all I can from each minute. Well, more the tired thing.
A wonderfully cute and quirky film which has now left me wanting to document my life in comic book form.

Bamboo Kid.

Fuck me, another week has gone by with little more than a passing wave.
It has it's pros and cons.

Yesterday was by far the longest day of my entire existence. When I finally got home I thought about what I had been doing at lunch time and it felt like thinking back a week. It was a great day though. Left me feeling all good about myself.
And today has been the best day off ever. Wake up slow.
I haven't used the time all too productively. I started my thing today and could of finished the majority of it if only I could of battened down a few hours. My day lacked effort, a key ingredient.
Tomorrow afternoon will be where I find this effort, and Sunday can be the finishing touches.
I always knew that Coke bottle would come in handy.

Yesterday was April 8th. Again, who knew? Again, not I.
A day late but still great.

The tale of three days.

My day starts like any old work day, too early and my lack of love for the world.
Time flies, done by midday and I am happy about it.
Be a man in town and shop for manly things in manly shops and then counter act it by booking a hair appointment.
Come home, find text. Out for lunch.
Work call, someone ill, I'm needed for the shut down shift.
I um. I ah. What's that, I'll get tomorrow off!? Hell yeah I'll come back to work.
Dan saves the day. Set up and shut down, it'll hurt me but I get tomorrow off!
And so concludes the tale of three days squeezed into just twenty-four hours.

This has all worked out nicely as this means I'll be fresh from a good nights sleep tonight and have a whole day to throw myself into a sculpture.

Irish son of a whore.

You know when you are pretty sure how much you hate something, yeah?
Then somewhere along the lines Ronan Keating's cover of Iris gets involved and you realise there is a whole new and unexplored world of hate for you.
On the yellow side to life, the daffodils are a blooming. Not that I care, I'm just stating my observation of today.

Flat top intervention.

Today I got to see what it would be like if I had flat hair.
It was both horrific and depressing.
I now have killer hiccups. I usually just get the single hiccup, two at most. These bad boys are lingering.


GOO GOO DOLLS - Flat Top "Original Video"

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MySpace video? I know. YouTube failed to have this song. And YouTube is just getting all the more shitter so this could be some personal protest.

Dead rabbit.

They still use the paddle in some American schools!?! Who knew? Once again, I did not. I assumed that was old, old school but evidentially it is not.
Bend over this desk while I spank you. Nope, just does not seem right at all.
I should educate myself more in the world, but my misinformed world is much better.

I'm in pain today, I twated my bastard hand on a door handle and it's still all fat and swollen. It's not bruised and everything moves in the right place so I have made a medical decision and decided it's not broken. A damn shame as I really want a pot, not to mention time off work.
There's always hope I'll wake up with a black hand tomorrow.

I'm terrible at birthdays, awful at them all. I remember my own and after that I can tell you what month other peoples are in but the dates, not so good at that.
Today it's my mothers birthday. I made a cake, it's what I am good at.
Actually, more like great. Once again my cake rocked the world.
Everyone needs a birthday cake so now I'll just do that to show my love on birthdays. And for those who don't get a cake on their birthday, the reason is pretty obvious.
Same as if you get a awesome one with tiers and fancy icing.
Baking is fun. I want to make some plum tarts as we have plums which no one is ever going to eat.
I wish I worked in the Cake Shop and not Oven Fresh. I look at them with their cakes, my eyes full of jealousy.

I really should ramble less. Tomorrow I shall be full of conviction to do less talking, that'll show you.

Happy Zombie Jesus Day!

What's better than celebrating the resurrection of Christ? That's right, celebrating my one hundredth post!
It was for the best that I didn't get up this morning and share Easter with family members. I feel like I could sleep all the time and not wake up ever again.

I just finished a painting. I'm happily satisfied with it. After this I will probably start another, something big and bold and orange because it's just the way I'm feeling. I also have a sweet idea for a big ass collage I want to do, well, I think it's sweet. I have also been eying up some sticks, twigs and other bits of nature outside my house. I shall gather those tomorrow and live the life of a sculptor for however long.
I'm very happy with where I am, I say this often but I cannot stress this enough.
I can't help but think what if nothing works out for me and I just end up with a load of rejection letters. I'll just apply to some shitty local places for my if the shit hits the fan back ups.
I do hope things work out because I'm looking forward to going away this September and whatever happens I wont be working at Morrisons because I can't have any time off when I'm in Greece so I'm just going to hand in my notice instead. Don't tell them though, I'm guessing they'll be pissed.
Then I just have to avoid the shop for a couple of weeks before I go away and that'll be easy.
It clicked last night that if all goes well, this is my last homely Easter. I told my mum this. Then I told her that we have already had our last Christmas together. She might of got emotional and shed a tear. I might of pissed myself. Funny times.
Today I was having fun by ruining my brothers innocence. Telling him no matter how fit and healthy he is, it wont stop him from getting run over, shot or stabbed on the street.
My family role is very important.

Anywho, best go do some shit and then chances are I shall gorge in chocolate eggs and Oscar nominated films.

Pie, gold stars and koi.

I could hear people talking behind my back today and all of it was good.
He's really good, isn't he?
Yeah, he picks everything up fast and gets on with it.
He's like a machine.
Too right I'm like a machine, in more ways than she'll know. I joke, I'll show her. I joke, I wont. Or will I?
So yes, a good day all in all where I felt my work was noticed and appreciated. The best she's ever seen and I was promised a gold star. And damn it if I don't get that gold star I'll bust some chops, or commit arson or murder or do whatever disgruntled employees do.
It's not all good though, my plan of not looking at the rota and hoping it wouldn't change in the space of a week failed. Not an epic failure, it's not a punishing week but it is far from as empty as I would of liked it.
The money is good as is the company, minus Rob and sadly I do a close down with him followed by a set up the next day. It'll be like sleeping with him and waking up next to him. Practically spooning, and in this situation I'd be the little spoon for I will be in a fetal position, knees to my chin and too scared to weep.

Easter tomorrow, who knew? Not I. Well I knew it was in the back of my head but I have been concentrating on what's directly in front of me I have no time for past and future thoughts.
Was Easter all that exciting when I was a child, because I can't remember. Surely it wasn't as it's just some chocolate.

I need some bamboo. Lots of it. I assume I can weave.

One of these days...

Yesterday was truly awful. Work beat me down and I was pretty close to violence. I bit my tongue and resorted to silent protest.
As I reflected on the day I thought about what day has been the worse day of my life. Nothing stands out as I have had a good nineteen years, so yesterday might have been the worse day of my life so far.
Now today, you'd think that today would of beat yesterday on the scale of awfulness but today was much better because it was more confrontational.
I verbally bitched slapped one of the managers because she said my set up was shit, whereas she was wrong and just needed to open her eyes to see that. I even referenced my paper work to prove my point all the more, which Ann found funny.
Then we all had a heated debate about pork. It was beautiful.
Stupid people not realising that things need time to cook and that everyday is different. You can't stick to the production plan when you want a million bags of everything all day. Wankers.
Then they wanted three singles for every pie even though they took our table for them. Give them what they want, which was another million bags of singles which will sit their all day only to be reduced and wasted later tonight.
Our department has three sections, if you only have two people then how are you supposed to do everything that is asked.
It pisses me off and it pisses everyone else off too, but we all had something to say about it today and that made me feel better.
And lets not forget that one of the managers didn't even know that Ash had left, the retard, and now thinks I can do six days one week to fix her fuck up.
I cannot wait until I leave, the ninth of August isn't that far away now really. Get April out the way, and May I have a week off, then it's just June and July to go and I'll probably have some more holiday hours to use up too.
I shall never ever work in a supermarket again. And I shall avoid any job that involves the public and management.
I'm ill equipped to work with people. I hate people.

April 1st.

It was seven minutes past midday when it clicked, I had missed all the April's fools fun. There was nobody around anyway so I'll survive. And the best April's fool pranks work best on days other than the first of April as no one sees them coming.
This morning I finally made a hand mold free from holes, tears and hairs. But then my gelatin was too hot and turned my hand into a sieve. I think I'll stop cutting corners and just make a negative mold.
I got a letter today from a place I forgot I applied too. Interview in twenty seven days. Loads of time seems how I am definitely back to teeny, tiny hours at work. This place though, it's near Middlesbrough. Gross. I don't want to go north. I blame the website, it was nice and you could apply online.
The more the merrier, I suppose.