Saturday, June 25, 2005

Charlotte.com

I just googled myself, cos I am that sad. There's actually a site for the Charlotte Observer, which could be a stalking website dedicated to me, or maybe a newpaper for Charlotte NC. http://www.charlotte.com/mld/charlotte/
There is also a Queens University of Charlotte, which is pretty cool, cos I would like to be the Queen. http://www.queens.edu/

Country Bumpkin

I have recently realised that despite the fact I'm moving to a 'city,' which isn't really a city, but more a large town in the middle of the sticks, with very little going for it, apart from nightclubs, a shopping mall and one or two 24 hours supermarkets, which is more than Sunny Hunny has to offer, that I really am more of a country girl. As much as I hate to admit it, I like quiet nights, that everybody knows everybody, and the lack of traffic. I like going to the pub at the weekend and it being like a school reunion every week. I like walking into a quiet country pub and being a 'local' and getting to give those 'foreigners' strange looks. And by foreigners I mean anybody not from Hunstanton.
So why am I moving away? I don't like those crowded trendy bars where you can't move, get served or even get near the ladies toilet, I have even got past the liking nightclubs phase. I mean I like dancing and drinking, but I don't know why people insist on going to a crowded and generally shit nightclub with sleazy men, expensive drinks and crappy music. If I wanted to get hit on by pervy men I just have to go to my local, at least I can hear what they are saying to me there, rather than guess by gestures.

I've had a niggling in the back of my mind for a few months that I am getting old before my time.

Last night I went out in Peterborough with some guys from work. We all went to the greyhound races, which was a great night, but then they all went on to a bar and club. As I was driving and didn't fancy a crowded smoky bar with a load of drunks, I dropped them off and went home. I thought I would feel like a loser, but I didn't. I actually felt glad that I wasn't going. I felt a little superior. They were surrounded by girls dressed like slappers, sleazy guys and generally a bunch of pricks and I got to go home to bed and avoid it all.
That is not to say I don't have a social life. I am out every weekend. We go to the same pubs and meet the same crowd each week. But it's comfortable. I know these people. I trust them to an extent. That's the difference.

Anyway, in my round about way I'm trying to get to the point of this blog. Yes unlike many this one does have a point.
I have finally accepted that no matter what I pretend to be, I'm me. I can't change that I'm a country girl and I have finally realised that I shouldn't feel ashamed of it. Ok, so Norfolk might have a high level of incest, and locals generally have, shall we say, a slightly less than average intelligence, and most people have never left the county let alone the country, but its home to me. Not that I tolerate or condone incest by the way..

So there you have it. The inner workings of my mind for the past few days. Feel special.

Sunday, June 19, 2005

I'm melting...

I cannot believe how HOT it is. 33 outside at the moment and in the tone of the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz, 'I'm melting.' Literally. I wonder if I can lose weight this way..

Anyway, having spent the weekend in a drunken haze, I am now partied out and ready for a quiet week, with no studying. Yes, you heard right, NO STUDYING. The exam is over and fingers crossed I'll pass and you won't have to hear me moaning for months on end.

This weekends highlights have included:
1. Spending too much time with friends with no inhibitions at all. Which is a little worrying when you don't know what they will do next... randomly breaking out in song in the middle of a crowded pub , wearing ladies leggings (they are male), giving a very detailed enactment of being born, spilling a drink over some random girl, and then trying to rub it off, whilst 'accidently' groping her breasts, following this by slapping some girl's bum, as she walks past with her boyfriend, who didn't look very happy.
2. Getting home at 5 am when it was supposed to be a quick few drinks and not a mad one.
3. Walking home at 5am when the sun has risen and the town is quiet. A very surreal experience.
4. Learning and remebering a joke, which I then told everybody I met.. Why did the monkey fall out of the tree? Because it was dead. Funny on so many levels, and because I like dead jokes.

Anyway, now I have 'shared' I am gonna get back to the task in hand. Looking for an affordable air conditioner so I don't die this summer.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Innocent?

So, Michael Jackson is innocent. But just to be on the safe side, how about not making your kids share a bed with a 40 year old of questionable reputation... I'm sure there are other bedrooms in that huge mansion of his.

I didn't think he would get off with it this time. Although the family of the kid was obviously out for the money, but I don't believe MJ was completely blameless. I just wonder how much the jury was influenced by his celebrity status, I know I would find it hard to be objective in that situation...

I think anyone that scary looking should be locked away anyway, for the sake of humanity.

Wednesday, June 08, 2005

exam stress

Argh! The exam stress is kicking in big time. Sleep is non-existant and I am getting a slightly wide eyed, manic look about me. 1 week tomorrow. I CANNOT fail this time! I have realised that when you're stressed about one thing, all other little problems seem HUGE and terrifying.
Anyway, my car is running! Something to celebrate!
Probably not making too much sense, but I will once I get some sleep and exam is over, I promise! Keep your fingers crossed!

Sunday, June 05, 2005

This morning I am a little hungover. My throat hurts, my eyes are sore, and I have that horrible slightly sick feeling that just won't go away. I'm hungry, but all I want to eat is junk food. And I just want to watch TV and doze. I hate Sundays.
I have also lost the remote control which has pretty much ruined my day...
I am always losing things. Where do they go? Last night I lost my beer for half an hour. I searched everywhere, only to find it in the shower. (Yes, the shower beer tradition has returned.) Yesterday I found my car keys in the fridge, alongside my video remote control. If I am like this now, what will happen when I'm old?

Urgh, too much to think about. I'm going to sleep again.

Saturday, June 04, 2005

All work and no play makes Charlotte a dull dull girl

This week I have realized something about myself. I have realized that since getting this job, I no longer have a life. I spend evenings and weekends studying and worrying about exams. My bedtime has moved forward a few hours, so now I go to bed while it’s still light outside because I have to get up so fucking early it hurts. I go out one night a week, and then feel guilty about it the next day.
This morning I woke up at 9am and got up to listen to some CD Rom about the FSMA 2000 Act. It’s a Saturday! My eyes actually hurt. Seriously.
When people ask me what I did over the weekend, there’s this awkward pause while I try and remember something fun. All this for a job that I don’t really care about in an industry I really do NOT understand. And even though there is potential to earn big bucks one day, right now that seems like a long way off, and anyway, I would probably have to be good at the job to get that far, and lets face it that isn’t looking likely.

Anyway, I have decided that I need to give myself goals and make the most of my non- work time (as soon as exam is over and if I pass it this time). And also as soon as I move into my new house, and don’t have early mornings so I can do something at night.
So now the excuses are over, one day I plan to do these things.

1. Get a cheap flight and go somewhere for the weekend. Paris, Rome etc..
2. Go visit friends and family more often.
3. Return peoples phone calls and actually catch up with old friends.
4. Do something in the evenings, other than watch TV.
5. Do a course in something fun and interesting.
6. Get a holiday!
7. Go for a bike ride.
8. Buy a bike...

Any other ideas anyone? Whilst I'm all up for the self improvement thing.. it might not last long.