Bored and Boring

yesterday, I worked all day and was bored and generally felt boring. Slept a lot and was finally cool, because the weather has turned rainy.

Today was okay. Went to the dentist this morning and he told me to come back two years from now. Which American dentists do not say, but oh well. I may just go every summer at my parent's dentist. Works fine. :)

Then went to work, was very slow. Rather bored because of the slowness, but that was kind of a relief. It's nice weather now. :)

Tomorrow we leave bright and early for the Lake District. I'm excited! I won't be updating until Thursday or Friday, but I'll be sure to handwrite a journal so I can remember things!


Hope you're all well.

Hot! Hot! Hot!

Had work today, worked from 1030 to 330, and it was so hot. I ended up getting really sunburnt and I think I had heat exhaustion. It sucked. Other than that, this morning I couldn't sleep very well. I'm glad I don't work until 1 tomorrow. The afternoon shift should be cooler. :)
I'm going to the dentist on Monday morning. I need a tooth cleaning. Then on Tuesday Diogo and I are driving up to the Lake District. We're already booked a hotel in Alston, and I hope it's nice. :) It's supposed to be cool and rainy, which will make it really nice. I'm excited.

Anyways, I'm going to go watch Friends and relax. :)

Sorry I've been so terrible at updating, life has been getting ahead of me lately.
I've made a few mini-revelations this week. Which I shall discuss, and I've been vaguely busy.
Has it really been since the 19th of May that I've truly updated? Shit, I'm pretty terrible at this whole journalling thing, and I'd really really like to get better, because I want to remember the things I'm doing in my life in the near future.
Anyways, cart before the horse.
Since the 19th of May, it has somehow become June, making the year nearly halfway over. I do not know how this happened or what I've been doing with my life, but somehow I have lived six months of 2010 without realising the date.
Week of the 19th of May - I worked every day until the 24th, which was Monday of the next week, so I don't think I did much of importance, really.
Week of the 24th - Aunt Sharon and Uncle Rusty came out from the US to stay Friday night. They came over on the Queen Mary II, which was fun to hear about. We went to Belgo Centraal for lunch, then shopped in Artbox for cute Japanese things, then went to Borough Market where we bought bread, cheese, and olives. After that we went to Tas Pide, this awesome Turkish restaurant next door to the Globe theatre, where we then saw Henry VIII. It was a very good, but long performance. We all came home, where we then ate our bread, cheese, and olives, and drank nice white wine. Then, we proceeded to sleep, and I left for work in the morning about an hour before Sharon and Rusty left to go meet their friends to go to Devon. It was really nice seeing them. I then worked every day until Monday.
Week of May 31st - Worked on Monday, went to the British Museum with Diogo on Tuesday and went to Belgo for lunch. I'm slightly addicted to that place, to be quite honest. Wednesday we moved things around. Thursday I worked. And today is Friday - we went to Malcolm's house for a barbeque and Joe's moving into the flat tomorrow. We've boxed up most of Diogo's parents stuff. It fills up almost a half of Joe's room, and a lot of it we've kept under the beds and everything. Supposedly the things shall be gone once Diogo's parents get here on the 19th. Still a long time for shit to exist in this amount of space. Oh well, I complain about this too frequently. Life's too short.
Anyways, onto real things, of which I have a few to talk about. Not that I'm going to ramble on for ages, because they're kind of common sense, but I basically have just realised that I need to live a lot more presently than I do, and that society has taught me to not live presently. I mean, seriously, I've been taught to live life like I'm not going to eventually die. And I am. I really and truly am going to die someday, could even be relatively soon. I'm having a quarter life crisis, but instead of trying to embrace and stay in my youth, I've hopefully made some more productive resolutions.
1. Helpx & not doing a real job.
HelpExchange is also known as Wwoofing, for those Aussies out there. Basically, it's working places in exchange for food and accomodation. Sustainable farms and yoga retreats seem to be the most popular things. I've always been taught that I should go strive for a real life job, with a salary and a pension and I've decided that that's a little bit of bull shit. No offense to those who work a 9 to 5 and are happy doing that, but I feel like life's way too short to do that. And, I don't think I'll ever be happy being stagnant in one place. I feel like people will think this argument is naive and whatnot, but I'm not saying that I'm just going to not work ever, I'm saying that I'm 1. not going to settle into a job I loathe (though if I need money, I will get any job, I mean, I like eating), and 2. going to find something that combines what I want to do with my free spiritedness. Maybe I'll be an English teacher and move every year or so. Maybe I'll just work in places that will pay me or wwoof/helpx on the side. I'm going to find a way to be as free as I want to be. Why waste life not living?
2. Rash decisions & the meaning of life.
I've had a few of my old friends act really surprised that I live with Diogo. I mean, we've been dating for a year and some change now, and I moved in with him almost exactly a year ago out of pragmatism. Then that changed quickly into because I truly like him. I'm not going to bullshit around anymore and play stupid societal games with people I legitimately like - I'm going to live with my boyfriend until either he or I don't want to anymore. I'm going to call and chat to my friends when I like (around their life schedule of course). I'm going to make time for people I like, and cut out people who are toxic or who I don't mesh with. It's not rocket science, but the way I was raised, I was never really shown that one can civilly cut someone out of your life or just friggin' call someone when you feel like it, because you might seem "clingy" or annoying or some other shit. People should be honest with eachother and honestly like one another. If someone I like doesn't want to hang out with me at some time I do, that's fine. They can just tell me. Whatever. I'm sick of games with people and having to overthink simple things.
Again, life's just too short to not get every moment you can with the people you enjoy.
Ah well, I'm going to try and blog daily now. I really want to remember the things I do with my life and be present. I figure this is as good a way as any.
I hope you all are well. :)

Good Morning, 5:45 am!

So, I hate waking up this early for work, but I really can’t complain. Now, I need the money. I talked to Maria yesterday, and we’re planning on going backpacking across Europe next summer for a month. Using nothing but the train (except once, cause we can’t cross Serbia/Bulgaria/Macedonia without paying a lot for the ticket and the plane will probably be a lot cheaper. We’re going to try and hit 20 countries in 30 days. Probably will end up being more like 15, but I’m still sooooo excited for it. I’m already planning and it’s over a year away! But, according to our schedule, Maria needs to save $300/month, and I have to save £200/month from now until then. Which will be challenging. Since I’m not working for a full month this summer due to travel. But, there’s really only one week in there that I will be using my own money. And that’s just Portugal. Where we have our accommodation and meals relatively covered. So, I should be able to just use the 400 or so leftover from my paychecks and make it stretch. God, money is frustrating.

 

Anyways, I have to go catch my bus!

Talk to you all soon!

Change of upbringing

Don’t you ever wish that you grew up somewhere else, maybe in another time, or place? Sometimes I wish I was brought up somewhere else. That my parents hadn’t listened to snot-nosed 13 year old me, and dad had taken the job in Australia for a few years. It would have been cool to do something different, but y’know, I’d still be wishing the same thing. Why couldn’t I have gone to somewhere like Eton? Just for the experience of it. Why didn’t I go to high school in Japan? Why didn’t I live in California and have an experience like The OC or something? It’s just one of those “I wish I had” things that I get all of the time. Oh well. :) I’m glad I lived where I did, had the friends I did, and went to school where I did, but I’m just one of those people who wants to try everything, and I think those would have been interesting experiences. Anyways, I’m just rambling now.

Yesterday, we had a couple come by and take our bean bags from us – we put them up on freecycle and had a lot of interest. There’s so much more space now, and we don’t have to move them. Speaking of moving, I’ve started the packing process. Which is a lot of work. Next week we’re doing viewings nonstop hardcore. Which should be a total blast, I tell you. Nothing makes my day better than a bunch of estate agents. Let me tell you.

Anyways, today I’m not up to much. Jus’ chillin’ at home, finishing Firefly, possibly watching Part One of Che, and maybe watching Un Chien Andalou. I know. I’m a regular fountain spring of activity.

All those lonely nights down by the river

So, I have to leave for work in about an hour, and I’m not at all ready. I work an eight hour shift today. Ugh. I hate working that long, my feet ache so badly.

Our trip to Angola is making me nervous, since I have to send my passport off for a visa, and it will supposedly take a month to get it back. We’re waiting on the letter of invitation from Diogo’s parents, which we have to have to apply for a visa, but I’m thinking they won’t have it done by June 1. Just cause it’s a really simple thing – a letter stating that we’re staying with them for seven days in august, with a copy of their identity cards – and they don’t understand the importance of June 1 for having out passports back. We’re moving in July, for one, so then the passports will be sent to the wrong address, and secondly, we leave for the US on July 12. And I need my passport for that. We can’t even pay extra for expediting the process, they’ve discontinued that. –_- Oh well, we’ll just keep bothering them to do it, eventually it’ll happen. If it’s after June 1, though, I don’t think I’ll be sending it off, unless the Angolan embassy can promise me it’ll be done by July 12, and that we can pick it up at the embassy, instead of dealing with mailing.

Stupid bureaucracies.

Anyways, I got food poisoning from off milk the past few days, which sucks. We’d had the milk for like 3 days tops, and the only thing that I could have noticed was that it had a little layer of film on the top of the milk, but apparently, that means it will murder my intestines. Slowly getting better, though.

Saw Robin Hood last night. I hope they don’t make the following movie, because it would be nice to keep this one as the back story of Robin Hood, with only one cringe worthy Gladiator-style slow motion yell.

 

I must be off now. Unfortunately, work calls.

Hello Blogger. How are you? I'm sorry I've basically neglected you for better outlets of creative expression. Like sitting on my couch and relentlessly watching Top Gear, or working every weekend, and things like that. I failed you for NaNoWriMo, so I have to admit, everytime I visited you, I was ashamed. Ashamed of my terrible failure, even though I'd had such a good start. five thousand words or whatever on the first day. I could have succeeded, but my laziness and need to find the path of least resistance foiled that plan. Anyways, hopefully, you'll accept my apology and talk to me again. Or let me talk to you again.

I've started working at a cute little Cafe in Bethnal Green called Hurwundeki Cafe, and that's keeping me relatively busy. I've been finished with school for a week or so now, after a frenzied flurry of activity for four days of essays and exams. That's all over with.

The boyfriend is taking his exams right now. Ending next Friday. Then, we start the hunt for a place to live. Ugh. Places to live suck. Estate agents suck. Being relatively po' sucks.

The most suck is encapsulated within the realm of packing and actually moving though. It's rather dreadful.

Anyways, I've gotten food poisoning from slightly spoiled milk, so I'm going to retire back to my favourite creative outlet of watching tv. -_- :D