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Oh how pesky

While skimming through the Mirror today quicker than normal, I found a feature with 25 tips on how to have a great night in, for women when the kids are in bed and your man is out.
The tips go along the lines of: Drink a mini bottle of champagne and use the bottle as a vase! Wax your hairs! Shuffle your takeaway menus for a surprise dinner!

Number 16 is a good suggestion though:
16 GET blogging. An online diary, blogs are a brilliant way to discuss your feelings from pesky men to diets, with total anonymity.
Oh yes, those pesky men! Always er, watching football and er, making me cook their tea! Oh and I have lost 24lbs on my honey-only diet. My face and hands are all sticky, and I think I am going blind through malnutrition, but it's worth it to see the weight drop off! I was a fool to ever try the Atkins!

14.12.06 13:38
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Oh nuts

Just checked to see if anyone has entered the Mitchell and Webb DVD competition in the latest issue of the paper and 2 people have. This may not seem a lot, but considering NOBODY entered the Orson tickets competition, 2 entries when the paper has just been out like, 2 weeks or something is a lot.
Of course, this means I cannot abuse the system and keep the DVD for myself. Nuts. They have both given correct answers too - Super Hans.

Also, I have absolutley no gumption in me to work. None at all. This is SHIT. This isn't an article I'm doing, it's a reflective critique, and they're pants to do.
I am also feeling guilty because my bedroom is a mess.

But on the good side, I have a new friend:

She can be bought here. For £5 off her and postage, go here.

This has cheered me up immensely too. I like how Stalin is hanging.

13.12.06 14:44
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Woo-ish

Well I finally got a few copies of the paper today - travelled 40 minutes into Sheffield just to get some, (I have to send a few out to AH-D, Mitchell & Webb's PR, and a couple of other people) and I'm quite pleased with it. It is a bit embarrassing that I've done 9 articles, though that was because no one else wrote anything, and we were in dire need of content.
Also, I have spotted 2 mistakes in articles I did - in one I said something along the lines of 'modern languages such as Geography, French and..." and in another there is a random 'that' somewhere, but it's no wonder I made two cock-ups when working all day and night.
Right, I'm going to write on my Christmas cards and post them off (with little surprises in for some...) then I think I am going to eat chocolate spread from the jar. Then do homework. Yes, that's my plan for the evening.

11.12.06 17:49
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GLAAAAAAAAA

I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS DEGREE ANYMORE. I JUST WANT TO LIE DOWN AND DRINK MILK. LEAVE ME ALONE.

9.12.06 21:04
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HO HO BLOODY HO

I'm not going to be very popular when I say this, but I'm fed up of Christmas. It's not the actual day, but the big hassle leading up to it that is pissing me off, and I'm looking forward to when it will be over.
Yesterday I went to Meadowhall with Dad to do something at the bank and buy some cards, and it was heaving with people. I got whacked several times by stupid bitches, dangerously swinging their bags of shopping, and I got so annoyed when it happened for the millionth time that I actually said "do you fucking mind?" - much to my own shock - when some cow barged into me with a breadmaker.
We went to buy some Christmas cards - religious ones, under my sister's orders, as she wishes to put the "Christ back into Christmas" (???) - and the queue in the card shop had around 70 people in it. We'd have been waiting there for 40 miinutes at least, so we left. I'm sorry, but it's not worth standing by gift wrap for an eternity.
And I'm fed up of buying presents too. I don't know what to buy anyone, and I don't know what to tell people when they ask me what I'd like. It's difficult having a birthday in December too I suppose, but it doesn't bother me that much.
Things I know I am getting for Christmas: a racklete. No, really. I once had one at the priest's house when we went for tea (I'm sounding like Little Miss Catholic lately, but I'm really not) and it was brilliant. Cheese, meat...I loved it. I've told others who wish to get my anything to order this - 128 Cocoa Tree Seedlings. It'll help people in Ghana, and it's rather apt as I like chocolate.

8.12.06 17:19
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GRAAAH

After seeing that the paper STILL isn't out yet, I phoned the union to see what the bloody hell is happening. It seems that the printers lost the paper, and so, the delay of release is now a week. I can't believe it, I mean, this company prints the local Sheffield paper and that, so you'd think they'd be organised but noooo. It got printed at the weekend, and should have been delivered to the union by now, but alas, t'aint there.
BAH.
Right, I'm off to Belgium.
See you Wednesday.

4.12.06 13:28
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Go, the mass is ended

Tonight, I went to mass for the first time since the summer. I don't go to church often, only anniversary masses for my mum, but I went this evening as it was the last Saturday night mass. Because of a lack of priests, some are covering 2 or more parishes, and some churches have permanently cancelled some masses because nobody can cover them
On the odd occasion I do go to church, I always kind of like it. It smells of old candles, and I always feel content.
I've never been the best member of the congregation, as I don't look at the hymn book, and don't really listen, preferring to look around and think. I'm not the best Catholic at all full stop. I do say prayers at night, but that's something I've done since I was little, so I don't die in my sleep or go to hell.
Anyway, I generally make up my singing as I go along, as ~~all~~ most of the hymns sound the same.
"Look after everyooo-- US our hol-- SACRED laaamb-- gooooat-- LORRRD."
Luckily, I don't really sing, I just mumble, so hopefully no one hears me cocking-up the lyrics.
And there's always the time when we all shake hands with one another and wish peace. I've always liked this, as to me, it seems very, 'I wish you peace and you will like it!' which I don't think is what it's about, but that's how I feel whenever shaking hands. And there's no hard a grip than that of the old Irish people. Ow.
Also, as I mentioned, I don't attend church often, so when people see me shake their hand, they are usually happy/surprised to see me, as I am not dead, or have become a lesbian/Muslim/drug-taking hippy. Yet.
I went up to Communion - when preparing for this when I was little, we were always instructed not to chew until we sat back down again - and the lovely, ~~gay,~~ Irish Priest, who is such a Father Ted throwback, whispered: "It's good to see you!" which made me feel quite nice, and I'm not sure why. I have always enjoyed Communion. No really, I don't understand how people don't like it. The Catholic church has missed a trick in not making bigger wafers and selling them. At this time of year, they could be shaped like Christmas trees, and so on.
So yes, I'm not sure what I'm trying to say here, but anyway, it made me feel a bad sad. And probably because I'm 21 in about three minutes.

2.12.06 23:58
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