Alternative

Long day at work yesterday. By the end, I drank 3 cups of coffee in the space of an hour, and was pretty much hyped up on caffeine. So much so, I started to dance to Owl City, and Keiran joined in for no reason. A woman walked past and said to us "Are you two happy in your job?" to which I replied "No, I just think I'm delirious. It's been a long day..."

After work, I met with Tash to go to some gathering thing her friend had organised, some alternative music get together thing. It turned out to be a metal gig for a bunch of goths. I was the most colourful one in the entire fucking room, and the bands were pretty awful. Although I got a free vodka jelly shot out of it, so I can't complain really.
Fuck it, I can, and I will. Bloody screamy screamy shit.

Mo

"Am I pissing you offuhfuh?"

I love this man/puppet more than I love my own limbs.

BANG!

That is what this fucking neglected blog is gonna come back with my friends. For too long I have gone through week long spates of blogging, then giving up. Those days are in the past.

Maybe, in a bid to keep you folks, I'll develop a much better social life too!

It's alright, you can calm down now.
Mo

Dogging Centipede

Sorry for the week of emptiness, for some reason I didn't think of blogging. Forgive me?

Not much happened, if I'm honest. Went round Frank's on Friday to waste money on his glitched Juiced 2, and to laugh at fights and shenanigans on Jerry Springer, sold my first pair of Shape Ups on Saturday, closely followed by a second pair. I also had an impromptu stay over at Ash's with Hayley on Sunday, which was a laugh. Especially when Ash described a canine 'centipede' as a 'dogging centipede'. Oh my, that was too funny. Then we watched fat people falling over/getting hurt on youtube. Call us cruel, we'll laugh in your face.

Since then, nothing much has happened. Although I did have Ash call me earlier asking "Did you touch me whilst I was sleeping?" That is quite possibly the strangest phone call I've ever had. Ever.

Mo

Summer Summer Summer Time.

Yes, that IS as in that awful song by DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince i.e Will Smith. Actually, I lie. It's as in the classic 90's choon by... You get it.

Not only has this weekend been bloody marvellous weather wise, I had a good couple of days at work. Yesterday, I managed to sell about £550 worth of shoes. This, my friends, is good. Although not as good as Alice, who managed to sell £233 worth in one go. None of us could quite believe it. Quite amazing.
However, this uber uber hot weather has been playing havoc with my computer. In that it overheats far too easily. When it overheats, it turns off by itself. Which doesn't amuse me, no siree. In the end I gave up, and went to bed.

I woke up this morning, and my back fockin' killed. I'm not being melodramatic when I say it hurt to move. At one point, I was almost on the floor, it hurt so much. But Mum gave me a couple of her super strong meds, and I could function normally :D
So, with a bag full of back up and a semi working back, I set off for work. Again. Outside the Outlet, they have a farm market on Sundays, and there's a stall that sells cheese. They have a stuffed goat mascot thing a few metres from the stall, and the temptation to just kick it in the face was unbearable. Next week, I'll get a picture of it so you can understand why. Seriously, you'll want to kick it through your computer screen.
Another good day at work, although I have no idea how much I sold. Was quite a lot, is all I know. I still need to sell a pair of Shape Ups though. Was sooo close today. Why do I keep getting near misses!? As far as I know, I'm the only part timer who still needs to sell his first pair of shape ups. Grrr...

SPORTING NEWS: Haha, England are out of the World Cup, after a 4-1 battering from Germany. I didn't even watch the game, I had more than enough info coming from Facebook. Also, Vettel won the Euro GP for Red Bull with Hamilton and Button taking second and thrid for McLaren. Webber crashed out in spectacular fashion, and Michael 'Legend' Schumacher came 16th. As in, the one who dominated i.e made the sport boring as hell for 6 seasons and then came in after 8 years of retirement expecting to be on top again. Needless to say, I've put him forward for the FRONT Cuntdown ;D

Mo

STOP!

EMERGENCY STOP TIME.

Doesn't really flow as well as Hammer time, but hey, whatcha gonna do.
So yeah, my 6th or 7th driving lesson (I can't remember exactly) has just been and gone. Mucho bueno, mi amigos! My driving today was described by Mr Instructor himself as my best so far. This makes me happy :D I was pleased with my ferpormance too, despite stalling horribly on one roundabout. Twice. I apologise to the person held up behind me, it won't happen again.

Mo

Store Room Loneliness.

Had an English exam this morning, which I think I did alright on. I'd rather not get all confidant and cocky, because it'll just end badly. "I fockin' NAILED it!" Result: E. You see?

Really long shift at work today, 1-8. I spent about 4 of those hours out in the stock room, pricing all the stuff we had in there. My god that was dull. Iain allowed me to listen to the radio through teh interwebz, but the sound from the computer was nothing short of atrocious. Also, Split Infinity Radio wouldn't work (it never does on other computers), so I had to live with Radio 1. Listened 'live' for a bit; Greg James had Katy Perry in. Eventually, I gave up on that, and went for the Rock Show with Danny P Carter. The first song played? 'Crystal Clear' by Young Guns. This made me happy, and also made me realise that the Rock Shows likes opening with YG songs... But then the music went ROARROARTMETAL! so I switched to Zane Lowe. I do love that Kiwi, but as I got further into the stock room, he faded in obscurity :(

With an hour an a half left of my shift, I was relieved of stock pricing duty, mostly because Luke and Tracey had finished their days, the rotters. I was told that Iain hadn't got any sales at all, and that I was to get in there first. I sold 4 pairs, compared to Iain's 1. Not bad for an hour and a half, no? Considering Iain is the manager, too...
I could've made 5 pairs, but one customer couldn't make up their mind. They had their daughter with them, and I recognised her from my tutor. It was actually really nice to see her, and we had a nice brief chat. Her mum was all "I dunno, I think I'll sleep on it... When're you next working?" She said that she wasn't coming back unless I was there. I was flattered, it has to be said. At least it's one sale definitely in the bag.

Mo