The emotions of Oven Fresh.

Today was my last day with Karen, my supervisor.
It was the cutest goodbye I have ever had from anyone, ever. I just wanted to hug her.
I'm definitely sad about leaving, but many decisions in life have such problems. The sadness of something ending even if you know you must leave, or that you are going to for fill potential elsewhere or whatknot.
My first job coming to an end, my first taste of being an adult is soon to be replaced with the structure of education once more.
Poor Karen, she may of cried had I stayed any longer for our farewell, and I can understand why. I can say with confidence, and arrogance, that I am the best one on that department. I have the intuition, independence and confidence to do what I think is best and no one works as hard as me. Well, maybe I am third best because Karen is supervisor for a reason, then there is Ann, but I probably cut fewer corners than Ann.
I feel so warm to know that I am going to missed as both a person, and a worker.
I shall miss Karen, Ann and Adam. Rob, no. Fran I shall see before uni happens I'm sure. Steve, only worked with him once as he's not hardcore enough for mornings. Liam, I have my first shift with him next week despite the fact he's been there a good month or more. Shekinah, I don't talk to.
I shall miss Tracey off Cake Shop loads.
I'll miss bullying Gareth on Bakery.
I'll miss Simon and our breaks together.
I'll miss the pleasant small talk with people.
I'll miss Katie in her good moods, but I wont miss the bad ones.
I'll miss Doc and his ability to be an amazing manager.
I'll miss Morrisons.
I never thought I'd say it. From day one I have been aching to quit come August. Now it's here.
I'm excited though, more so than the end of sixth form, but the end of sixth form was shit.
I'm looking forward to taking another step in my life but I feel like I am abandoning so many people and leaving behind a piece of Dan. Nearly nine months of my life it has taken up. It wont seem like much should I live to eighty, but I'm still writing the pages of my life and this is one big chapter.
I shall also miss Cake Shop girl lots. Emily was the name I saw on her name badge. I was nice to her the other night, helped her pack cookies, swept up for her. And then the first thing I did today was talk to Tracey about the state of the cookies and how it wasn't Emily's fault, she got left with a fucktonne of work and no idea what was what. The same thing I promised to do for some new guy on the Bakery, except I forgot because I wasn't in love with him.
Of course, I joke, I am not in love with her. It has just been an age since I have liked someone and I have thrown myself into the school boy feelings of a crush.
It has been lovely without all those school related feelings, but now with my dusting off of feelings I had forgotten it has made me feel pretty alone to be honest.
Thank goodness I have uni coming up, I'll get laid then!
I joke in a sense, I'm not so vulgar and informal with sex however I was well frustrated when I watched a film with a sex scene in today. And no, it wasn't a porno.
I'm feeling chatty tonight, it's my book, ever so inspiring. I just read a part of it where it's old blog entries (but before blogs were cool, like way back in '98) and it pleased me. Made me think "what if I one day publish anything I have documented over the years?".
It could happen.
I can dream. And I often do, I wish so badly for me to share this with the entire world. I want millions of eyes to read what is on my mind. One day.
Oh yeah, and in my book he used the term in other news!
A common term, but I use it and it made me relate.
And while we are talking about books, I found some book tokens which I assume I got for me a model student and sixth form and now I finally own The Catcher in the Rye. It was that or Of Mice and Men. I'll get that one after, along with To Kill a Mockingbird. You know, all those books people read for school but I never did because I got stuck with fucking Kestrel for a Knave.
Anyway, there are other emotions to Oven Fresh.
It is impossible not to be aware of all the death. Just today I got sixteen crates of chickens, that is one hundred and sixty chickens, dead. A crate of portions can be about forty-five chickens. A lot of death. And this is just our department which is small and not so busy.
But Adam and myself were talking the other night about it, and we had a lot of chickens that hadn't sold and we have to throw them away. He said how these chickens were killed to be eaten, and now they are just being thrown away.
Ignorance is not bliss, I have learnt this from my job.
This is not me becoming a vegetarian, though I could easily do so.
I should probably watch some OC now and get lots of sleep. I have only four more times to set my alarm! But knowing my luck I'll land another job with six  am starts. Truth be told, I love them.
But I must go, for this room is a mess and tomorrow will be a serious cleaning and gutting day. Until a good song comes on, then I pick up my guitar and then a few hours later I am still surrounded by mess.
This is what will happen tomorrow. Despite my awareness, I wont be able to stop myself.
And I dedicate this to Cake Shop girl:

On the road to somewhere.

I came up to bed a while ago as I was falling asleep, but apparently coming to bed woke me up.
I did drink an awful lot of coffee downstairs lying down, so evidently the sudden vertical position threw all that caffeine to my head.
Earlier when I was reading I had a sudden sense of deja vu, a premonition coming to be. The only thing is, I only remember the dream as it is unfolding so I would be useless to predict lottery numbers or avert disasters. Oh well.
It made me sad though because I haven't thought about the fate dilemma for a nice long time. Last time I did I eased my mind with the idea of parallel universes so that I could get some sleep. Still a sadness remains, the thought of a predetermined life is a terrible thing. I'd rather not exist if I had no choices. But maybe if I had no choices I wouldn't exist, for I'd just be an empty puppet and fate would be my strings.
I pray this is not the case. Not pray, wrong word choice, but you get it.
I carried on reading, a good read my new book is. Makes me think of myself last year with my plans to go to America. Though I'm pretty sure that not one soul understands that this was not a real plan.
Don't get me wrong, given half the chance I would of loved to go ahead with it, but I had no plans at all so I spoke my day dreams, as I often do.
Back to the book and how it ties it, this guy went on holiday to America and just decided to stay around for a bit. All is possible, just look at Into The Wild.

So I came upstairs as I was tired, but now here I am.
I am tired now though, I shall roll over after this and sleep will be over me before I can say Mississippi mud pie.
Before this moment though I was pottering on the internet and looking through my documents and other such shit. I was lead to read something I never planned on doing so again. But I decided some research was needed to inspire me on starting some sort of project. I said I fancied maybe doing a comic for fun, but I get carried away with words, and that is happening write now.
The Dan from a year ago is not me. Even calling him Dan feels wrong, he wasn't.
I feel ashamed of it. Not sure in what way; the fickle nature of then and now? The words he used? No doubt it is a whole mix of things.
I speak a year later like I have a lifetime of knowledge, and I hope so much that I don't look back and think Dan, aged nineteen, was also a melodramatic prick.
I shouldn't do because since late last year when I got my shit together I kept saying I loved who I was and where I was. This still stands now. It pleases me no end.
Another reason as to why I do not believe that Past Dan was in fact Dan was because as I read certain things my heart remained level. No drops, no elation. The stone in my chest remained so.
Even when I was curious to what I was doing exactly a year ago. It was such a "huh" moment, only without a naked River in a box.
I totally forgot about an entire friendship from being so preoccupied.
I definitely have too much mind in my head. It thinks too much, I swear that it must think more than other peoples. For instance I'll be watching tv with my mother and be thinking about whether or not she is thinking about anything, and is it in as much depth as my thought.
But my thinking at work helped me, I was thinking about how I should tell the new person on the department that she did a good job, so I told her so and thanked her. However I have to think about these things, words rarely fall out my mouth on a whim. Apart from when I am with friends, and I love those simple moments of just living each simple moment.
I don't worry about my mind, not one bit. Everyone has their quirks, not a soul on this land in normal. To  be normal is abnormal, for the abnormal are normal.
I now I feel like a breeze is passing through me. My emotions have flowed through these sentences but now they have come back down to earth.
A most lovely breeze.

Counteracting with the simplest of simple notes.
I'm so gutted to be leaving work now because some beautiful girl has started on Cake Shop. And it is no case of just having someone remotely attractive in the work place, she is beautiful.
There is an essence of attitude to her, and I like it.
She could be the one but now we'll just be ships passing in the night.
I ofcourse jest, I don't think she is the one and I don't believe there is just one person for someone anyway. No, she's just hot.

Slicing up eyeballs.

That went extremely well.
I was nervous with my presents. I don't do them often.
It's a nice feeling though, going out on a limb or whatever they say and feeling nervous about it. Exposing one self and one self's love. But not really, for it was just a birthday present, nothing dramatic.
And they went down a treat, making the nice feeling all the better with the payoff of relief and the fact you know someone well.
This evening has been in the style of a diner party and it was lovely. Truly.
I thought when I have the house to myself for a week after holidaying it up I would par-tay it up, but now I think I want to throw a glorious diner party.
But what to do?
I love Mexican but I'm not sure it if it has a status worthy of diner party food.
Maybe Greek from my recent exposure?
Asian is always a winner for such situations but I do it often.
Or weather permitting, something al fresco with a barbeque involved?
My this is awfully exciting!
I'll plan more, get more excited about food and then decide.
Excellent.
Also, super addicted to this song:

Miss it,

miss it like a hole in my head.
Yesterday walking home I was filled with warmth but could see impending sadness of leaving my job. I know, I found the feeling as strange as these words, but it is true.
I felt superior last night as I was with a new guy (lovely guy, incredibly slow), he was asking me what I wanted him to do. I like moments like that.
But today I really wanted to punch my boss in the face. I settled for back talk.
People always say that in situations like todays it's like being in school. This continues throughout life, so I have decided that it is not like being at school and it is in fact just another beautiful feat of human beings.

So today I get home cursing. Then did nothing but read I Am Legend. Well, after watching the rest of City of God. How amazing is that film? It captures the essence of every moment perfectly, even if a lot of the essences are ugly.
But I Am Legend. A good book to reflect the mornings feelings I think. I can watch a film and analyse bits of it, but with books I have never done that really. I just read them.
But this time around the final few chapters of I Am Legend I saw for their meaning, and it still remains my very favourite book.
I really need to finish Memoirs of a Geisha as I want to take a good book on holiday. I need to finish In The Aeroplane Over the Sea, but that should take no more than an hour. Yet I am sure that I will start a new one regardless.
Now though I need some OC because season two has lasted two weeks or something ludicrous! Crazy, I know.

Wrapping paper.

I don't need to this, and I shouldn't.
But, I just feel like a chat, even if that means creating someone to talk to.
Today has been nice. I bought presents for upcoming birthdays. I feel good for doing so, but I have a few fears. These must be what normal people feel as it is rare I will put myself out there, but here I am going all out. I'm glad too, because I really want these people to see how much I care for them. And I still feel like apologising after abandoning everyone last year.
I look back with shame, I look at myself and wonder how I let things get under my skin so much, how I became captivated with opinions that weren't mine. How I started to hate people that in actual fact, I loved.
It's all out my system though, thankfully. Not for good, that I am sure of, but next time around I will have hindsight and knowledge to take my hand.
And this leads nicely to the other thing.
Fine & Dandy is on hiatus. That being a comic I thought about doing. I have the prologue and the sketches for it and chances are I will turn it into a finished product but I shall leave it there for now because I don't think it is something I can reign in on my own. I shall wait for the help and inspiration.
Also, I have my sights set on a new project.
Comics have strong, passionate and occasionally melodramatic personas in them, and this got me thinking about when I like a girl.
Not sure how I then got to the idea of writing some kind of autobiographical comic about girls. I think it was to put myself back into the shoes of days gone by to write in an overly dramatic persona, just to get in the practice.
I definitely want to do it because I have been planning it all out these past two days.
I don't want to be a graphic novelist, but I fancy dipping my toe in the pool, so starting with something personal is bound to be easier.

Other news:
I have headaches, big time.
As you know, I dabble in smoking, or should I say I did.
It was on/off for a couple of years. More of the off because to begin with I'm sure I must of had like a cigarette a month, but recently they have been on the up. Weekly, daily.
But they were not bad, they still gave me a good high and provided me with many artistic ideas. But I vowed that the day that I have a cigarette and it doesn't give me that great feeling I would stop.
Well, that day came and went.
I didn't care, but then they started to make me feel ill. Maybe my mental disgust had a hand to play, or the fact the last couple of cigarettes had been smoked when I was wasted and then I threw up.
Whatever it was, I threw them away to ensure I'd stop.
This is something I always wanted to do though, give up smoking on nothing but will power to prove it's strength.
But it's not hard, it's not like I was a smoker, twenty a day habit, that would be hard.
This is the life of leisure in comparison.

Runaway dog.

I am most definitely a better person now I don't do this daily. What was I thinking, really?

Not a huge deal to report, but ahead I shall go.
Work. I don't pay it enough attention to hate it anymore because my leaving date is almost in my grasp. Next week will be a swine, Adam is on holiday, but I'll be happy to work more if it means he gets a week off because he shouldn't be there, he should be traveling the world and telling me his stories.
Week after that is a super nice one if all remains well, plus new person! It also makes me feel less bad for leaving because I like my department (minus Rob) and I wouldn't want to leave them in a pickle.
Another thing to mention about work, my boss came and had a chat with me about leaving and polite questions about life plans. It was nice of her, and despite all he faults I cannot say she doesn't have a relationship with all her employees. That is a good thing.
Anyway, enough supermarket talk.

Carnival. A day of many things. Met up with just two people, though we did visit a couple of friends who were at work. Got sweets and bitched about people, then bitched about the quality of the floats. Good fun.
Then wet. Then places to go, but I ended up at a friends for a little while where I borrowed I Love You, Man (which is good) and got I Am Legend back ready to read on holiday, assuming I can wait. I also need to get Kavalier and Clay.
Lift home to save being rained on, and ever so thankful was I.
Recently though, I have been wondering what it will be like when I meet up with friends after vast amounts of time. I wonder because there was this girl I liked, which is nothing new, but after not seeing her for ages and then seeing her I got nostalgic feelings for her. Not real feelings, all nostalgic it was.
Now some of my female friends I have liked in the past and I wonder if that will happen again.
I hope not.
See, this is why I write out my thoughts. Now I have written this I can see that if I am not single when I see them after a long time I should be sound as a pound.
Anyway, it's not a fear, just a mere thought I had.

Carnival evening was short. To begin with, some theatre. Then beer.
Just one for Dan as he had work in the morning and he just didn't fancy drinking loads for there was no celebration and he did get pretty ill from his last session.
But with all the laughter, I wouldn't of had time to drink.
Saw lots of old faces, and conversed at length with them about all sorts. It's nice to have common roots with people.
Someone I had a lovely and passionate talk about music said a warm hello to me, the pathetic person I am I like to believe it was because she remembered even though it was a good year ago. There was a girl with one of the cutest noses I have ever seen too, I would of liked to of said hi to her, and would of gotten the chance had I not promised to walk someone home. Curses.
There was someone else who said hi to me earlier which was, something. Made me doubt myself and my actions for a good thirty seconds before I knew I was right in my place. And I never want to get onto that slippery slope again.
And there were a million people I didn't get the chance to talk to, after doing my walking home duties of the night I thought about going back but I wanted to go home. I was tired, my knee hurt and I had work. A wise call.
Still, I can't help but feel I missed out on something great.

Hmm, I thought I'd be analytical in my talking but I wasn't.
What to say...?
Soldiers are not heroes.
Also, having the term 'hero', it would be nice if we didn't have it and everyone was instinctively heroic.
However, what would I of done the past few days if that were so, there'd be no Batman and as a result no Arkham Asylum to play.

Sight for sore eyes.

It has been lovely not doing this. I haven't felt tethered to something. And it's nice to not talk to a pair of imaginary ears, nice and not pathetic.
The other night was messy. Celebrating Jamie's birthday. It hurt, and it hurt for a good twenty-four hours afterwards. Not just small talk about the night, no, there are traits in myself to highlight.
Like I sorta wanted to get with someone but I didn't want to take the reigns so to speak, the back seat was for me as I didn't really want to drag someone into my own frustrations.
That wouldn't be nice.
But I was thinking of myself really, my image and the awkwardness that could follow.

Resent events mean that I wont be able to get to know a certain person I wanted to get to know better. I wanted to get to know her better for all the wrong reasons at the time, but the resent events would make it less frowned upon, but still frowned upon. Cryptic, I know, but I have to cover my tracks just incase anyone actually reads this. Anyway, I shall live as I'm sure my mind will forget all in a month.
Pointless to be truthful when the truth is hidden away? I don't think so, I just like to write my thoughts because once they are written down I can then use that part of my mind that was thinking about it to think about something new.

The OC is still going down a right treat. And whenever I watch something I relate to the situations and characters. At the moment I will be so bold to say Buxton is my Newport, and in this situation I would be Seth. I say this because it feels like a cage to me, but it isn't full of fake people at least. There are few similarities other than the fact I want to leave Buxton, but as I said, this is me.
But last night I was sat on the slopes and looking around, and I was thinking that it is a pretty place and I will miss aspects of it.
Yeah, I can't think of any other real reasons to my relating to Seth's feelings.
I must be annoying to people who see this trait of mine. I'll just find someone who finds it adorable.

Anywho, I'm going to watch The Thing with my mum. Despite how annoying she is I do love her, and in this case I love her annoying ability to watch anything. She'll watch anything just to be entertained, whereas I like to think I am a little deeper than that. I'm probably not, but don't shatter my ideas.
But tonight, I'm not annoyed with her for watching something she has no idea about. I'm probably just happy to have a bit of company while watching a horror, it's all new to me.
So I shall just have to find a woman who finds my fly away mind adorable and who also watches horror films.
She must also be red headed, not too tall, nice and curvy, play the cello or something of equal coolness, dabble in a little guitar too but must also have room for me to improve her life with such delights as Firefly, Tammany Hall NYC and myself.
I jest, I'm not that shallow.
Only a little, for I do mean it when I say I will only marry a beautiful person because if I am to awake next to her for the rest of my days I might as well awake to a beautiful sight that a scary one.
I'm sure you all think the same, I can just admit it.

Break my stride.

Finally broke the habit. A mid year resolution to not talk about my days on a day to day basis.
Ate heartily last night and still feel full now, then partied like it was 1997 with Bev. We had Third Eye Blind, Goo Goo Dolls and yo-yos!
I needed it for sure because maybe someone got too emotional when Anna went back to Pittsburgh. Only because the show is so awesome and embracing, and because areas of my life are empty at the moment I am substituting my absences with their presence.
Not in a sad depressing way, no, for I know I'll be filling up my life in no time at all.

I gave in my leaving date at work, but they don't need the formalities until a week before I piss off. I wanted to make sure I wouldn't leave them high and dry, but with the crazy one week notice system it looks like they will be screwed whatever way.
I will be missed, I know it. I am the best there apart from Ann. I could easily be the supervisor as there is nothing to it. And I am told these things too, it's not just my opinion. I'm an asset.
It will be nice to be missed, and despite all my hate, I think I will miss aspects. I'll miss the people, I might miss the hours because I like having afternoons and evenings to myself. I'll miss having a uniform that perfectly matches my hair, although I wont miss the fact it always reeks of chicken fat no matter how many times I wash it. I'll miss having a manager who treats me like a friend, and who maybe fancies me.
Yeah, I have developed an arrogance, it's pretty sweet.
I'll miss being really good at stuff and having newbies look at me the same way I looked at people when I started.
But I wont miss it for many reasons. Customers; nearly all wankers. The work; endless. The smell; rank. The management; shit.
It'll be good to leave.
Though it has lead me to think that maybe I should have a higher opinion on myself. I've been modest for my life, thought nothing extraordinary of myself. I have been awesome at this job, I can't help but feel pride in what I do despite the hate. My last job at the radio station I was awesome at, I'd get the days work done in three hours and spend the rest of the day drinking coffee, listening to music and drawing while occasionally answering the phone.
Not a massive resumé to form a conclusive conclusion, but along with other things like my kitchen skills I think I should have a much higher opinion on myself.
New starts soon, and I shall have a confident head on my shoulders, and maybe a pinch of ego. I wont become an arrogant prick, not just yet anyway.

So, I shall remain silent until I feel I have something to type. Probably some psychoanalysis and rants about Nazis. The usual stuff.

One thousand words.

That is how many words a picture can tell.
Yet if you took a snapshot of me now and compare it to one of last summer you'd think I was living the same life. And I am, in a few ways, doing the same things.
Hair is different though.
The company I kept has been distilled to the max.
I have a job.
Maybe I am taller.
I have more scars.
Cutting it short, lots of things are different but I thought I would discuss how someone might look at me and think I am reliving what I was doing last summer.

I used to like dA, for what must of been a day.
But because you can have 'artistic' nude photos, it is just myspace with less clothes. And myspace didn't have many clothes to begin with.

New phone arrived today. I know remember why I never bothered getting one earlier. They aren't fun or exciting, just a means to communicate. I'll get a bigger memory card for it though, then I can cram it with music to listen to in the shower and other places where I cannot have my iPod.
I may need a new iPod soon. I might be able to drag this one to Christmas, but the screen is dying big time. Christmas present? Maybe. Along with a million dvd box sets.

Fool of a Took.

I just saw an advert for Predators with some familiar faces in it. Good faces too, have these actors no shame?

Work was a piece of piss, avoided the usual work and gutted the freezer and cleaned it. The whole floor had a layer of ice from mopping so I decided to be an ice skater. Fun times.
Seven hours later and not much more work it was time to go home. Sadly I missed the drama of Jeanne needing the urge to throw her authority around. But I got to rant with Adam and how no one has superiority over another human being. I hope that he gets to leave that place soon too.

Tomorrow I shall paint and take up time without too much OC as I am nearing the end of the box and the next one wont be here until Friday. Maybe I'll play with Rory too, but I cut my nails a tad too short and they hurt. These are the biggest problems in my life.

God I am shit at entertaining myself. Bored.
Don't know what to do.
Don't really want to do anything.
I should write a book.
Or I just need to find friends like Ryan and Seth because last night in my sleepy state I said to myself that I will see them tomorrow. Completely forgot they weren't real.
How foolish!

Nineteen.

Again, another long day.
They seem longer because now I do things whereas for the final half of last year I did shit all and had to kill time before going to bed only to wake up and do it all again. It was a sad existance. But now I do things.
Kinda.
These things are not a better existance. Work and the time around that is filled with dvds and such. Still, I am happy and I am fond of this point in time. Work is still a bitch but i have four weeks left, and assumming that I just do three day weeks that is just tweleve shifts. I can count that on my hands, and soon I'll be counting them on the one hand.
I can't wait until I clock off for the last time. It's a high posibility that I run through the store naked.

Other things in the life of Dan. I feel my age.
I was doing a survey and had to tick the third box that was 19-24.
I don't get asked for ID anywhere, but that'll change when I am a new face in a new town. 
There are many other things but I can't remember them so now I just look like a dick with two reasons here.
This could be a third, forgetful with my age, but I forget things all the time. I just don't listen to people.
Oh, and tonight there was a new kid in the bakery. Seems nice, a bit jockish, but because school is behind us all and I work with him it'll be no problem. He is seventeen, I wouldn't of guessed at first but now I know he looks it. Point is, his wages are teeny, four pound something an hour. And I was stood there being paid £6.12 for an hour of my time.
I'm not sure how I am feeling about this age stuff. At first I thought it was a bit sad, but now I am not so sure. The more years I clock up the more I will do with my life, the more people I will meet and the better I will get at things. Being eighteen was shit, too much hype for fuck all. Ninetine, it is an age I have grown to love. I feel like I have gained years of wisdom in a single year.
I'll say the same thing when I am twenty and look back on this moment and still think that I thought in a childish manner.

My pizza smells awful tasty so I must check it, then take it upstairs and show it a good time.
And by good time, I mean The OC.

These summer days are indeed long.

There is nothing in the world that fills me with the warmth that The OC gives off.
Literally.
I spent the afternoon in bed watching it and totally forgot that I had my own family. No Sandy.
It'll be okay, because when I have my own family I shall be like Sandy/Richard Castle for they are awesome fathers.
Then I had to put trousers on to eat chinese food. Awkward much?
It was from that place round the corner which is dirt cheap and not so great.
My kun po chicken wasn't a bright colour at least, oh no, it was the exact colour of blood.
My plate looked like it belonged on a horror film set, and is it so bad that it made it more appetising? I do enjoy torture porn, in the simply way of the gore, but I like it for other reasons too. I like to think I'm somewhat deeper than my need for violence.
Back to the food, I'm guessing it wasn't colouring and it was in fact a sauce made out of goats blood. Taste wise, it was spicy, good and hot and that hide it's flaws.
I feel I have shared with you my favourite things; The OC, blood and food.

Anywho, must bathe. Then I must watch Southland. Then catch up with The IT crowd (pronounced the it crowd, not the eye tea crowd). Then there is Bizarre ER too.
And if there is anymore time, more OC!
I love how it shows the importance of moral fibre and not wealth. On paper, you'd think Jimmy was a bad person, but he has a heart of gold and it amazing in nearly every way. Almost.
Second time I thought I wouldn't get the hots for Anna and dislike Summer, but it happened again. I want Seth to get with Anna again and forget about Summer.
What can you do?

High on Firefly.

I was going to say I had High on Firefly stuck in my head yesterday, but the truth is it has been in my head this morning!?!
It has been a long day and my sense of time has gone. I honestly don't believe I was at work this morning.
But it has been a good long day, the kind where you feel you have got lots done. Even if I have done nothing.
Lucky that I just checked my phone. My evening plans of watching The OC have been side lined, so I shall cram some in now and then go socialise with real friends. Even if they are nothing on Ryan and Seth.
I should buy a new phone. I shall do that now also. I saw a white one that looked nice, and it was only £30.
My head aches, really bad, so I must drink lots tonight to cover it up. This might end up making everything worse in the morning, but it's okay as I have work. I think I have to be there for half nine. That is when I will turn up. If I am late, worse things happen at sea.
I could ring and ask, but the more I think the more adamant I am that it is half nine.
Last thing, some news came out today. Funny that it would come out such a day where it complimented my feelings. That is all.

Flame on!

So it would seem that I know myself pretty well. Even if what I predict 'aint all to great.

Welcome to the OC, bitch.

I'm all itchy. I'm guessing I got eaten last night.
Now I am sat here and it feels like I was at work yesterday, but in actual fact I was there this morning for what felt like a blink of an eye.
A very nice feeling.
When I got home I found The O.C. had arrived. Beautiful.
Just watched some now. So much foreshadowing. And it is amazingly writing and laid out. The first episode is reflected on itself, even down to Ryan having a bruise on his other cheek. Maybe that wasn't intentional, but if it was, well done.
Just glorious.
I'll probably watch some more later. I need to sort my hair tonight. Brighten the bad boy up.
I might play some Final Fantasy IX instead?
So many nice choices!