Today was the dreaded day when the final results were put up on a pin board outside Arts A on Sussex campus. There was free booze thank god, and I was so nervous I thought I was going to be sick! The result in the end was a lot better than I had ever expected, I actually managed to literally scrape a 1st, I was 0.1% over the limit!
On another note, I'm sad that Farrah Fawcett died yesterday, I think it's time for an old school Charlies Angels marathon.
Friday, 26 June 2009
Thursday, 25 June 2009
Alright Sweetheart?
Today I went in to town to get myself a temporary job somewhere. I decided to turn to the gay community for help, and went and asked for jobs in two bars in Kemptown. I'm sure I'll be able to get a good job in August so for now I need something quick and casual, cash in hand all the way!
I'm not going to name the places, but the first one was a big bar that I've went past many times but never actually gone in to. As I walked in the smell of cheap lager was overwhelmed by the shit music. Rihanna and Fosters, yum. I was greeted by a middle aged man at the bar 'Alright sweetheart!? What can I do for you?'. It was one of those moment when a tiny bit of vomit erupts in your mouth. But I swallowed my reaction, put on a great big smile and started winking my eyes. I think it went well, but he didn't actually say if they had any jobs at the moment. He asked me if I wanted full or part time work, to which I happily replied 'anytime works for me'. He then said that even though there may not be a job vacancy, he would get the manager to call me and get me to come in anyway... whatever that means.
The performance I put on was exhausting, and it was very hot today, so I decided to just go home after that. However, I went past one of those little gay bars on a side street off St. James' and saw an old friend of mine sitting in one of them. She waved frantically and I went in. She told me that she had finished working there last week. Score! She introduced me to the manager, a middle aged gay man, for whom I again started playing my Lolita persona. I think I would actually prefer working in the first bar but I suppose it would be alright. I then got a bit more confident and decided to try a few more places. As I walked past R-Bar an overweight gay man whistled and said; 'Alright sweetheart!?'. I immediately turned around and walked home.
I'm not going to name the places, but the first one was a big bar that I've went past many times but never actually gone in to. As I walked in the smell of cheap lager was overwhelmed by the shit music. Rihanna and Fosters, yum. I was greeted by a middle aged man at the bar 'Alright sweetheart!? What can I do for you?'. It was one of those moment when a tiny bit of vomit erupts in your mouth. But I swallowed my reaction, put on a great big smile and started winking my eyes. I think it went well, but he didn't actually say if they had any jobs at the moment. He asked me if I wanted full or part time work, to which I happily replied 'anytime works for me'. He then said that even though there may not be a job vacancy, he would get the manager to call me and get me to come in anyway... whatever that means.
The performance I put on was exhausting, and it was very hot today, so I decided to just go home after that. However, I went past one of those little gay bars on a side street off St. James' and saw an old friend of mine sitting in one of them. She waved frantically and I went in. She told me that she had finished working there last week. Score! She introduced me to the manager, a middle aged gay man, for whom I again started playing my Lolita persona. I think I would actually prefer working in the first bar but I suppose it would be alright. I then got a bit more confident and decided to try a few more places. As I walked past R-Bar an overweight gay man whistled and said; 'Alright sweetheart!?'. I immediately turned around and walked home.
The Limbo of Love and Money
It's been a while since I last updated this blog. I think I've just acquired a very lazy lifestyle. However, I am determined to get a job sooner rather than later, although I am quite certain I'm up for a job at Amex, it doesn't start till August so I should probably get a bar job or something for now. Also, I am moving next weekend. It won't involve much packing as I'm just moving into a house-share three blocks further down Lewes Road. But still, I seem to have acquired so much crap over the past two years I've been living in this house.
I've had an interesting social life lately, although there hasn't been much of it. The most recent was my epic drinking session on Saturday as I went to Spellbound with a few friends. Unfortunately someone had decided to have their henparty there. I made it till about 1 am before I just had to leave. I met a friend in Kemptown, kept on drinking till he went home, stayed out with other random friends till 7 am. As I was walking home the cyclists started arriving on the Grand Parade from the London to Brighton Cycle Run, surreal indeed.
As for the artist, he was as flakey as ever last week. However, I have come to find it a lot less annoying. I'm just not used to dating people who have way more interesting lives than me. Now, I don't really consider him flakey, rather he is just a very busy person. He is practically going to London every night for something, and he has now set off to Glastonbury. Suddenly I am the one who feels like a loser!
I did see him on Tuesday afternoon, and we went and had sushi for lunch with one of his friends followed by a little photoshoot and various randomness. I'm definitely enjoying things with him, but it's still strange that I only get to see him once a week. I'm just hoping that I get some money and my busy life back soon so I won't get bored. And, Facebook has now told me that Mr. Perfect, who lives in Worthing is actually moving to St James' St. tomorrow. I fear I'm going to start running into him more frequently. Him and the artist have the same name and live in the same area of Brighton - this could get tricky, I should really try and not screw things up with the artist.
Also, a thought just occurred to me; if things do get serious with the artist... How could I ever explain this blog?
I've had an interesting social life lately, although there hasn't been much of it. The most recent was my epic drinking session on Saturday as I went to Spellbound with a few friends. Unfortunately someone had decided to have their henparty there. I made it till about 1 am before I just had to leave. I met a friend in Kemptown, kept on drinking till he went home, stayed out with other random friends till 7 am. As I was walking home the cyclists started arriving on the Grand Parade from the London to Brighton Cycle Run, surreal indeed.
As for the artist, he was as flakey as ever last week. However, I have come to find it a lot less annoying. I'm just not used to dating people who have way more interesting lives than me. Now, I don't really consider him flakey, rather he is just a very busy person. He is practically going to London every night for something, and he has now set off to Glastonbury. Suddenly I am the one who feels like a loser!
I did see him on Tuesday afternoon, and we went and had sushi for lunch with one of his friends followed by a little photoshoot and various randomness. I'm definitely enjoying things with him, but it's still strange that I only get to see him once a week. I'm just hoping that I get some money and my busy life back soon so I won't get bored. And, Facebook has now told me that Mr. Perfect, who lives in Worthing is actually moving to St James' St. tomorrow. I fear I'm going to start running into him more frequently. Him and the artist have the same name and live in the same area of Brighton - this could get tricky, I should really try and not screw things up with the artist.
Also, a thought just occurred to me; if things do get serious with the artist... How could I ever explain this blog?
Thursday, 18 June 2009
The Truth About Jimmy?
I just noticed that I got tagged by Kerrie - so here goes (Oh, please excuse my blogging diarrhea, but I am very bored and unemployed) :
1). What is your current obsession.
Do I have to choose? In which case I think it's definitely the Martinis - any shape or form I'm there.
2). What is your weirdest obsession.
Thinking of all the different ways I can poison annoying people on the bus.
3).What are you wearing today?
Honestly? I'm wearing Adidas tracksuit bottoms and a black vest so far, plan to get dressed eventually - classy.
4).Whats for dinner?
I don't cook, so probably pasta if no one cooks for me tonight
5).What would you eat for your last meal?
Sushi AND Mexican
6).What was the last thing you bought?
A bottle of red wine I think...
7).What are you listening to right now?
Spotify - Ahhhhh, what did I ever do before you
8).What is your favourite ice cream flavour?
Banana, yes.
9).What do you think of the person who tagged you?
Fantastic, although I don't know her in person
10).If you could have a house totally paid for where would it be?
Barcelona or Madrid, London and Berlin. I do have some goals in life.
11).If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour where would it be.
Paris - only for an hour
12).Which language do you want to learn?
German or Italian
13).What"s your favourite quote?
Too many, can't choose!!! I can very rarely remember good quotes.
14).What is your favourite colour?
Red and Yellow and Black and Purple. This is very much reflected by my usual attire.
15).What is your favourite item of clothing in your wardrobe?
I think it would have to be my collection of bags, although I very rarely use more than one.
16).What is your dream job.
Anything freelance; something I could do from anywhere in the world and not have to be in an office in the same place all day long.
17).What is your worst habit?
Smoking?
18).Do you admire anyones style?
Yes, but I tend to admire fragments of style - can't think of anyone specific now...
19).Describe your personal style?
Casual, but very bright. I'd like to have more money for variations.
20).What are your favourite movies?
I'm a former Media and Cultural Studies student; there is no simple answer to a question like that; I like Swedish films from the 90s, French films from the 60s and Spanish films from the 80s. Oh, and Romy and Michele's High School Reunion may just be the best thing ever.
21).What is your favourite fruit.
Avocado. Or is it a vegetable?
22).What inspires you?
Pretty clothes and pretty people. But I'm not shallow.
23).Your favourite book.
I'm going to have to be completely unoriginal and say The Catcher in the Rye, but also, all the cheesy glamorous American thrillers from the 80s; it's all about Sidney Sheldon.
24).Do you collect anything.
Junk
25).What is your favourite smell,
At the moment, it's definitely the 'Ultrared' perfume.
1). What is your current obsession.
Do I have to choose? In which case I think it's definitely the Martinis - any shape or form I'm there.
2). What is your weirdest obsession.
Thinking of all the different ways I can poison annoying people on the bus.
3).What are you wearing today?
Honestly? I'm wearing Adidas tracksuit bottoms and a black vest so far, plan to get dressed eventually - classy.
4).Whats for dinner?
I don't cook, so probably pasta if no one cooks for me tonight
5).What would you eat for your last meal?
Sushi AND Mexican
6).What was the last thing you bought?
A bottle of red wine I think...
7).What are you listening to right now?
Spotify - Ahhhhh, what did I ever do before you
8).What is your favourite ice cream flavour?
Banana, yes.
9).What do you think of the person who tagged you?
Fantastic, although I don't know her in person
10).If you could have a house totally paid for where would it be?
Barcelona or Madrid, London and Berlin. I do have some goals in life.
11).If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour where would it be.
Paris - only for an hour
12).Which language do you want to learn?
German or Italian
13).What"s your favourite quote?
Too many, can't choose!!! I can very rarely remember good quotes.
14).What is your favourite colour?
Red and Yellow and Black and Purple. This is very much reflected by my usual attire.
15).What is your favourite item of clothing in your wardrobe?
I think it would have to be my collection of bags, although I very rarely use more than one.
16).What is your dream job.
Anything freelance; something I could do from anywhere in the world and not have to be in an office in the same place all day long.
17).What is your worst habit?
Smoking?
18).Do you admire anyones style?
Yes, but I tend to admire fragments of style - can't think of anyone specific now...
19).Describe your personal style?
Casual, but very bright. I'd like to have more money for variations.
20).What are your favourite movies?
I'm a former Media and Cultural Studies student; there is no simple answer to a question like that; I like Swedish films from the 90s, French films from the 60s and Spanish films from the 80s. Oh, and Romy and Michele's High School Reunion may just be the best thing ever.
21).What is your favourite fruit.
Avocado. Or is it a vegetable?
22).What inspires you?
Pretty clothes and pretty people. But I'm not shallow.
23).Your favourite book.
I'm going to have to be completely unoriginal and say The Catcher in the Rye, but also, all the cheesy glamorous American thrillers from the 80s; it's all about Sidney Sheldon.
24).Do you collect anything.
Junk
25).What is your favourite smell,
At the moment, it's definitely the 'Ultrared' perfume.
Sex, Money and Benefit Forms
The other day I admitted defeat in this economic climate and went to the Priory House with my housing benefit forms filled out, ready for the free money. I was pleasantly surprised by the experience, everyone in there was really nice! I thought it would be full of the same evil staff and customers you get in the job centre, but no. The guy who served me was very impressed as I was the first one in days who managed to fill in the entire form (how hard can it be to tick boxes?). Unfortunately it will take about a month for my claim to even be processed... I'm poor now! If only I could play an instrument - I think I'd enjoy life as a street musician, at least for a day or two.
My standards of work are dropping immensely as I am now considering retail and bar work, which is very annoying because I have done jobs like that before I had a degree, what is the point of university again?
Being in a poor miserable financial state, I wish the next few paragraphs could at least be about how amazing everything is going with the artist. But no. Last week I got a bit pissed off with him as we were meant to be meeting up, and then he felt like shit etc., and didn't want to. By the weekend he was attentive again - bribing me with a homecooked meal. So we had out third date last Friday which was nice. But after that, again, he has become a bit of a recluse and he cancelled on me this Tuesday again. I just don't understand; is he really in to me, or does he just want someone to have fun with on the side?
Everything is just moving so slowly with the artist I just don't know where we stand, and to be honest, I'm getting a bit bored of waiting around for him to have time to be with me. At the same time though, I don't really know if I can date someone else... How do you know when monogamy has been etablished? I'm thinking that maybe I shouldn't put too much emphasis on this artist guy and keep my options open, but I'm quite sure (but not entirely) that he's not dating other people.
Remember Mr. Perfect? The one who kinda stood me up; tall, pierced, great clothes and hair etc.? He acquired a boyfriend a couple of months ago, but according to dear old facebook his relationship status has disappeared, which means that things are not great between him and the stupid looking twink in stripey T-shirts (I swear I'm not bitter). Also, remember the guy I dated in January, who suddenly ended up in a two week relationship? He's now got a new boyfriend. See how things move so quickly for everyone else in this town! I just wish the artist would either just dismiss me completely or fully go for it; the same tactic I want all these employment agencies in Brighton to adopt.
My standards of work are dropping immensely as I am now considering retail and bar work, which is very annoying because I have done jobs like that before I had a degree, what is the point of university again?
Being in a poor miserable financial state, I wish the next few paragraphs could at least be about how amazing everything is going with the artist. But no. Last week I got a bit pissed off with him as we were meant to be meeting up, and then he felt like shit etc., and didn't want to. By the weekend he was attentive again - bribing me with a homecooked meal. So we had out third date last Friday which was nice. But after that, again, he has become a bit of a recluse and he cancelled on me this Tuesday again. I just don't understand; is he really in to me, or does he just want someone to have fun with on the side?
Everything is just moving so slowly with the artist I just don't know where we stand, and to be honest, I'm getting a bit bored of waiting around for him to have time to be with me. At the same time though, I don't really know if I can date someone else... How do you know when monogamy has been etablished? I'm thinking that maybe I shouldn't put too much emphasis on this artist guy and keep my options open, but I'm quite sure (but not entirely) that he's not dating other people.
Remember Mr. Perfect? The one who kinda stood me up; tall, pierced, great clothes and hair etc.? He acquired a boyfriend a couple of months ago, but according to dear old facebook his relationship status has disappeared, which means that things are not great between him and the stupid looking twink in stripey T-shirts (I swear I'm not bitter). Also, remember the guy I dated in January, who suddenly ended up in a two week relationship? He's now got a new boyfriend. See how things move so quickly for everyone else in this town! I just wish the artist would either just dismiss me completely or fully go for it; the same tactic I want all these employment agencies in Brighton to adopt.
Janice Dickinson - Hilarious Interview
This may just be my weird sense of humour, but I remembered seeing this on TV ages ago and found it on a random YouTube session - it may just be the funniest thing ever...
Wednesday, 10 June 2009
The Swede With a Pearl Necklace
On Monday I had my second date with the artist. It was quite fun; we had drinks, played pool, and watched a film. In a relationship I'm usually the one who has to come up with all the fun random things to do, so it's nice to be with someone who takes such initiatives. This time I did sleep with him, which means that the next week will be crucial as you're entering the post-sex limbo phase. However, I have noticed that he is quite a fickle one, who seem to be into me, but it is really hard to just pin things down and know what exactly is going on. I very rarely get to see him, which is probably why I'm having these concerns. My friend told me yesterday to stop overthinking everything and just go with the flow. It's so unlike me, I always go with the flow, I invented the bloody flow!
But my concerns are precisely based on the 'mush' situation. The whole thing with the artist started with him fancying me, and now that I've acquired a slight crush I feel that the power balance has shifted. Oh well, I've decided to stop obsessing about it and just casually see what happens in the next couple of weeks.
I still don't have a job, and today I collected forms for housing benefits - I think that was the lowest point in my life so far. I haven't written anything down on them yet, vaguely hoping that a job will appear by the end of this week. However, I did go out last night for a few cocktails leading to me getting very tipsy. As I was walking past the Level on my way home I ran into some random acquaintances. They were on their way to Digital and managed to sway me to come by offering beer and cider on the way.
When we got to the seafront venue it was jam packed. Seriously, the people in the smoking area looked like battery chickens, and the queues were enormous! However, one of the random girls managed to jump over the fence to the smoking area and get in. When the second girl I was with tried it, she failed and got sent out. I was just about to call it a night and go home, I'm far too old to jump over fences to get into clubs, and it's not like I needed to be in place full of West Street-type people and shit music. However, just as I was about to leave someone caused a slight scene which made all the bouncers go to one place. The girl I was with who previously failed sneaking in before decided to try again, and so did I. So there I was... 22 years old, pissed off my face, no job, no money, jumping into shit clubs on the Brighton seafront.
I had a good time though, but Digital was so full you couldn't even move. I decided to leave an hour later, but going from the smoking area through the club to get to the exit would have taken hours as you had to fend through fake-tanned girls with five inch heals and hair gelled boys with cheap shoes. So I left the same way I came in - jumped over a fence, strutted passed all the people still queuing and wondered home, the second time that night.
But my concerns are precisely based on the 'mush' situation. The whole thing with the artist started with him fancying me, and now that I've acquired a slight crush I feel that the power balance has shifted. Oh well, I've decided to stop obsessing about it and just casually see what happens in the next couple of weeks.
I still don't have a job, and today I collected forms for housing benefits - I think that was the lowest point in my life so far. I haven't written anything down on them yet, vaguely hoping that a job will appear by the end of this week. However, I did go out last night for a few cocktails leading to me getting very tipsy. As I was walking past the Level on my way home I ran into some random acquaintances. They were on their way to Digital and managed to sway me to come by offering beer and cider on the way.
When we got to the seafront venue it was jam packed. Seriously, the people in the smoking area looked like battery chickens, and the queues were enormous! However, one of the random girls managed to jump over the fence to the smoking area and get in. When the second girl I was with tried it, she failed and got sent out. I was just about to call it a night and go home, I'm far too old to jump over fences to get into clubs, and it's not like I needed to be in place full of West Street-type people and shit music. However, just as I was about to leave someone caused a slight scene which made all the bouncers go to one place. The girl I was with who previously failed sneaking in before decided to try again, and so did I. So there I was... 22 years old, pissed off my face, no job, no money, jumping into shit clubs on the Brighton seafront.
I had a good time though, but Digital was so full you couldn't even move. I decided to leave an hour later, but going from the smoking area through the club to get to the exit would have taken hours as you had to fend through fake-tanned girls with five inch heals and hair gelled boys with cheap shoes. So I left the same way I came in - jumped over a fence, strutted passed all the people still queuing and wondered home, the second time that night.
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