Time Slots

'Your parcel will be collected on Tuesday between the hours of nine and half four.'

Can you give me a slightly smaller time scale? Am? Pm?

'Somewhere between nine and half four.'

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UPS and their wonderful customer services!

ho hum. McBride has the day off today so we're chilling out until I have to teach the knee high army at Havant. I need to send off my IPhone to be fixed. Yes, It broke. I'll live! although it's not until you lose your phone/ipod/Internet/email/gameboy/dishwasher (OK that last one's a lie) that you realise how bloody useful the thing is.

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Still, I got to spend the whole weekend in PJ's for comic relief, which was comfy and made me immediately happy happy happy. I'm certain there's something wonderfully psychological about pyjamas. When you wear them (I'm talking about those baggy long legged, wrapped up warm snug as a bug ones) you feel, secure, slightly dreamy and all round, a lot happier than when you have to wear smart clothes. My boss wore a bath robe. Respect there!

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Ah yes, my boss! I have a new manager, and he's good! I know. Hard to believe but so far so very very good. Fingers crossed for good things again,

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What else? Closer is going well. It's reassuring to know we still have a good number of rehearsals and already the lines are nearly there, as is the relationships. The other cast members are extremely good, and we're laughing a lot during rehearsals. which I'm taking as a good sign. I read in Kittens blog that she's feeling slightly worried about all this corpsing. But i just think it's a good thing that we're having these lighter moments. Let's face it, the play's hardly a heart warming fairytale. I hope the happy moments help us through the screamy moments.

Lines like "f*** off and die you f***** up s***" and "You're a piece of s***" aren't exactly happy lines to say to your friends. Still, It's looking good and sounding good. So that's all that matters. I think.

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That was quite a little babble then. sorry if it didn't actually make sense.

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Listening to the Killers latest album. 'Tis rather splendid I think. I'm in Love with Brandon Flowers which is a good start. But I just think that some of their lyrics are very good.

"Now Cinderella don't you go to sleep, It's such a bitter form of refuge"

"I never really gave up on breaking out of this two star town"

"And I just can't look, it's killing me"

I love music. It's wonderful

As are you for getting this far.

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Dreams

Mr McBride caught himself an unconditional place at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music And Drama!

Yey

That's in Glasgow

Boo!

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So for the next........length of time, I'll be miles away from the person who makes me smile the most.

But, I know that it's for the best and it's not fair on either of us if I trot along at his heels all the way to a place where i know no one, have no job, no life. It's better that I stay down here.

It's been over two years since we got together. But there's still a part of me that is worried he'll find someone up there that's better for him. I know there's prettier girls, funnier girls, sweeter girls. It's just a paranoia problem and will go away. I hope so anyway.

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At least i get to keep him for 6 more months before the glittering lights call him away.

A New Baby In The World

Yesterday was apparently the most romantic day of the year. Roses, Chocolates, Wine and 13 year old fathers. Like most people, I didn't quite know what to say at first when I read the story of Alfie, the boy who got his 14 year old girlfriend pregnant at the ripe old age of 12. I think the sadest thing about this whole 'Family' is the fact that the poor baby thats been thrown into the world will probably end up going down a similar road. The thought that these two children have no quilifications and no money is bad enough. But the fact that every goal they've ever had, every dream, every wish, has been completely shattered before they've even left School. At the end of the day, a baby has tumbled into this world before either of it's parents has had a shot at life themselves. Their childhoods have come to an end before they've even tried to be adults. When i was 12, I was worrying about the bigger girls at school, going to dance classes, riding my bike down to the park. There wasn't a single thought in my mind that I might be starting a family soon. It scares me that this Alfie will be starting college as his child starts school. There's something now right about that thought.

Being a grown up

For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be older than I was. When I was 5 I wanted to be older and tall enough to go on the bigger rides. When I was 10 I wanted to be 12 so I could watch certificated films, and even at 17, I wanted to be old enough to not get ID'd to buy lottery tickets and not get shouted at by truancy police. Now suddenly I'm given maturity on a 'Patrick Marber' plate and I'm slightly scared as to whether I can actually pull it off. As of last Wednesday I became 'Alice' one quarter of the play 'Closer'. She's fiesty (check) out spoken (check) a little flirty (LOL check) and begins the play at the age of roughly 23 (er...) that's not the 15 year old role that I'm used to. I'm now 21. Old enough to do anything really, but there's still a part of me that wants to be young and bubble wrapped. I just didn't realise until recently how hungry that part was. I want to live with McBride, but still want to be close enough to smell my bathroom after Steffi has had a bubble bath. I want to leave Portsmouth. But part of me wants to ride on the fail safe number 23. I still make a wish every night on the star that seems to hang over my house. Is that what mature adults do? I'm not sure. The play and part are amazing and I can't wait to get stuck in. I just hope I don't cock it up by acting too 'McFarley' like.

Other Places

It's McBride's brother's 30th birthday today. We all booked a cottage in the hills of Scotland for the weekend so we could spend some time together (McBride and myself, his brother and his girlfriend. and McBride's sister and her fiance) It's lovely.

Well, That's what I've been told. I'm not actually there. I had to work instead. apparently i could have been walking along a scottish beach today, collecting shells and being blown around before returned to a beautiful cottage with a roaring fire.

Instead, i had to spend the day serving customers who hate me, standing by an open door whilst the harbour wind sweeps in and makes me catch cold!

as you can probably see, I'm not too happy about the whole situation. But it has made me put things in perspective. I've finally started a personal statement. i will send it off with my applications. i will audition and i will get out of this mundane existance. Scan, price, replen, scan price replen.

A heart warming New year speech? nope

And So, onto 2009. A year that is apparently going to be full of credit crunches, shop closures and all round doom and gloom. So much to look forward to! ~*~ I suppose I should say something poignant and sentimental about the year past and make promise I can't keep for the year ahead. But to be honest, I don't know what to say. I haven't made any major new years resolutions this year. Only little ones like stop swearing in the stock room so much, take a multi vitamin everyday, that sort of thing. All I can really hope for in the year 2009 is to see it out with my family, friends and Mcbride. ~*~ I've been very emotional over the past few weeks. Anyone who saw me during the run of Wind In The Willows and anyone who's read earlier blog entries will understand. It might have been the sheer exhaustion from two week run of 14 hour days. It might have been the realisation that my family and friends are even more amazing. I'm not sure, I just know that I hope that their 2009 is full of love, hugs, happy tears, chocolates, wine and fun.

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And Me? I'm off to London in just over an hour. A Christmas present from the Steffi and Gary characters. McBride and I are off to see We Will Rock You this evening (I think I'm more exited about this part than McBride is) then we're staying in the Paddington Hilton hotel. Yep yep yep, I'm rather exited. I haven't been to London for 'Londons' sake since September 2007 when a big group of us went to see Regina Spektor. Since then, I've only been through waterloo station quickly to commute to a paerchase store elsewhere.So today and tomorrow I will be like an exited tourist as i breathe in the petrol fumes and curse at the people ramming briefcases into my back.

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So goodbye 2008. a year that went past in a millisecond. The year McBride's sister got Engaged (here's a link to where she's getting married. We're in the Cuaig Suite.) The year McBride Directed his first play. The year I found out I had a huge head. The year i turned 21.

And Onto 2009. I hope McBride sees it through with me. I hope I'm not half as ill as i was last year. I hope Obama does the right thing. I hope the X Factor winner ISN'T Christmas number 1. I hope you all have a Wonderful Year

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You tube scares me

So I'm in bed having a play on this new iphone gizmo wen I think back to a conversation I had with two friends only days ago. A chat about a you tube video called 'charlie bit me'. I hop onto you tube and found such a video. Basically a small boy puts his finger in his Kid brothers mouth then makes a fuss when he bites down. I actually laughed out loud and proceded to show everyone else in the room. Now every time I hear my name I want to say 'ow charley, that really hurt' But then I did the dangerous thing of browsing, and it made me lose a little faith in human intelligence. I found a guy called toast who's the worlds fastest clapper. A video of a small child getting stroppy with an unwanted present and that infamous video of Britneys biggest fan crying 'LEAVE BRITNEY ALONE!'. Dude people are crazy.