The Inner Monkey
Sunday, January 16, 2005
I should really update ths thing seeing as I haven't done so in aaaaaaages.
But I can't be arsed. Too busy or something.
I will at some point though.
Oh and MAGE SMELLS. He doesn't have any modding powers over THIS.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
I went and saw '13 Going On 30' today with a mate and, sad as it might be, I really enjoyed it. Its one of those sugary sweet films with lots of feel good factor and pretty people falling in love and learning important life lessons. Makes me feel all warm and snuggly inside.
I NEED TO GET LAID!
(guffaw!)
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Well I had a great weekend with my mate - she's been going through a lot of crap recently so it was great to just chill out with her and catch up. We also polished off quite a bit more wine than I have had in a long time so that was, erm, interesting too.
Starting to get a bit concerned that I still haven't gotten a letter from the council confirming that they will be paying my tutition fees for me yet. I mean it is kinda my fault as I got my application in late but it should be pretty straightforward as everyone doing a PGCE gets their tutition fees paid for them. But unless I have confirmation in writing by the beginning of the course my place may be in jeopardy. Hmmmm. That'd be difficult to explain...
Friday, August 27, 2004
Its early Friday morning and it looks like its going to be a busy weekend. Yet another friend for a visit (never knew I was so popular!) so as well as tidying up a bit before she arrives it looks like I'll be doing the whole tour guide thing again. The Notting Hill Carnival's on this weekend so we may go to that - just have to see how it goes.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
'Promising to love each other for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, had been no problem. But it was a good thing The Book of Common Prayer didn't say anything about marrying our libraries and throwing out the duplicates. That would have been a far more solemn vow.' Anne Fadiman
One of the reasons I will be staying single for a very long time 
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
The parallel parking game - devillishly difficult (if you're me anyway...)
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/park.php
Pah. Was planning on having another long, lazy day today (reading, wombling about on the net and other such wastes of time which prevent me from doing something productive) but circumstances have conspired against me and I have to go and meet my friend Ashley off the train at Kings Cross at 3 o'clock. Shes travelling through from Scotland to her new job in Northampton and has four hours to kill before her connecting train leaves from Euston so...ta da...I'm her entertainment. Damn you Ashley for making me get dressed and travel into central London. I don't even like you that much (snigger).
Okay okay. Having to go out and have dinner with a friend is not exactly the least pleasant thing I will ever have to do and I should stop moaning. Indeed yesterday I might have felt guilty and spolit and have spent the rest of this post apologising for that fact to you, my parents and the rest of the world. But today I am refusing to. And you know why? Because I watched a programme called 'Rich Girls' on Channel 4 this morning. For those of you who don't know anything about this programme it does exactly what it says on the tin - i.e. it follows a group of obscenely wealthy American princesses about in their normal everyday lives. And having watched it I feel that there is nothing I could ever conceivably do that would make me as selfish and spoilt as they are. I could spend the next ten years in bed demanding that people cater to my every whim (I'm talking cooking and washing up by the way, not rude stuff; stop snickering there at the back) and yet still never reach their truely gold standard level of utter self absorption.
Case in point. These three girls fly in their private jet (sorry Daddy's private jet) from New York to London and check into one of the capital's swankiest hotels (you can always tell how posh a hotel is, by the way, by how much white they have in a room: cheap hotels have a bare minimum of white in their furnishings in order to better conceal any suspect stains that their 'lowlier' clientele might leave behind while the more expensive ones will fit out everything in white or subtle 'off' shades of it - called things like 'antique lace' or 'creme de la lait' or something - as if to say 'we are so exclusive and rich that we can afford to chuck everything out after every guest and redecorate entirely'). However the fact that they decided to check into 2 rooms instead of 3 caused a few problems (aka a complete sulking fit) on the part of the girl who was in her own room. Because she felt 'secluded' from the others (I think she meant excluded but never mind - secluded works) she spent the entire trip moping about with a face like a slapped arse. Really - I could have slapped it very hard myself. Oh but then the other 2 made her seem less annoying by deciding that they were fed up for doing things for other people and being such, like, givers (!) that they decided they were going to ditch the first girl in London and go to Greece. Just like that!
I think I can say without a doubt that I would never ditch someone in a foreign country to go to Greece in a private jet. Scouts honour.
See - I'm that unselfish. Yay for me!
;)
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins: excellent book - I highly recommend it.
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Urgh. I am so not in the mood to write anything right now but its been ages since I have updated so I figured it was time I put something on here before I get stoned in the street for flagrant non postage (note to self - try not to get too carried away with your habitual exaggerations as it may damage your ultimate credibility...)
Anyway not much to say really. I spent last week back at my old job at the water cooler company, having been asked back to cover for a couple of people who were off on holiday. It wasn't as galling as I might have thought going back there as I had the advantage of knowing it was only for a week (rather than the painfully indefinite period it had been previously) and it was, after all, quite nice to see the people I had basically spent 9 months of my life in. It went surprisingly quickly and its money in my pocket - or rather in my pocket for the smallest nano-second before it disappears into the void that is my bank account. Woo hoo. Roll on regular paid employment.
So I now have about 3 weeks before term starts and I am PETRIFIED. I don't know whether I've mentioned this before but as the end of the summer gets nearer and nearer I am getting more and more uncertain about my future career path. Its not that I regret my decision to become a teacher but...well...what if I'm not any good? I've wanted to be a teacher since I was 14 or 15 so I have basically spent the last 10 years working towards it. What happens if it turns out I'm about as suited for the teaching profession as Sven Goran-Ericsson is for fidelity? What do I do then? I mean I could write a bestseller but what until I got duly recognised by the publishing authorities. I might have to sell my body. And god knows I wouldn't get much for that...
Seriously though - would I be allowed to give up? If you've spent that long telling everyone that, yes, you realise its insane but you still want to spend your time and effort becoming a teacher are you allowed to turn around at the last moment and say 'look here, I think I've changd my mind. Would you mind awfully if I retrained as a gorilla farmer or a tree slapper? Shouldn't take more than an extra year or two....thanks....'
Bah. I'm working myself up into a big hole of worriness. See? I'm even doing terrible things to the English language in my pain and confusion.
Oh well. I'm sure it will all be fine. If my work for the course so far is anything to go on I'm going to enjoy it - the books I've read so far have been really good and the pre course tasks I've been set have excited my interest. Let's hope it works like that...
Thursday, August 12, 2004
oOo and more congratulations due to Sara Lee and her lovely bloke Jon who are going to be tying the knot early next year. Lovely.
