Isn't it odd, when you go onto someone's myspace for the first time in ages, and have a perve over their pictures, to find that they have put on .. a LOT of weight. I'm not saying she looks disgusting and fat, just that it was really odd having only ever known her really skinny, to not see her for 6 months and then find her again really quite chubby. she looks really different. it makes me wander what i'd look like if my face wasn't so full of fat cells. Hmmm. intreguing.
Why would peacocks send me a size 6-8 cardigan when i clearly ordered a size 14!? I'm so angry. It's really nice and everything. want one what fits :(
Tomorrow Freya and myself are going out in southampton to get very drunk and probably rohypnol some poor man so we can take him to our hotel and abuse him. Well, maybe not.
What about this oil strike, eh!? It might actually be all sorted now, I haven't looked at the news for a long time. Either way, I hope all involved get a lovely present, perhaps a camel or something.
My boss's children are truly wonderful. He's got three, one 12 year old, Louise, one ten, David, and one 7, Olivia. Olivia is the ACTUAL cutest little child ever. she stands in the corridor and pokes her head round the corner and waves at me manically, which makes me grin like a madperson and want to be her best friend. Earlier on I went into the boss's office and Louise and Olivia were in there, and I asked the boss a question, and while he was thinking about it Olivia said to Louise really loudly "DO YOU LIKE HER?" and Louise went "YEAH! :D" and Olivia went "ME TOO!" I cannot describe how happy this made me. children are simply amazing. If only it was acceptable to start all friendships like this, going up to someone and saying "DO YOU LIKE ME?" and they'd go "YEAH! :D" and you'd go "GREAT, LET'S BE FRIENDS!" and that'd be that.
One of my engineers now thinks I'm a raging lesbian. (This is, of course, unrelated to the children incident. I thought I'd put that bit in after reading it back and realising how it sounds.) I'm not sure how I feel about this, it might halt the endless steam of sexual innuendos and come on's, but on the other hand it might encourage him to think of me in a sexual way, which, to be honest, I'm not alltogether comfortable with.
This week I have aquired a BEAUTIFUL pair of boots, purple brontasaurus earrings, red lego earrings, a pink space invader necklace, one weird shaped dress that I'm not sure i'm going to keep, and the aforementioned cardigan. It's a fun time.
ON THE 15TH MAY 2008, EVERYONE NEEDS TO GO OUT AND PANIC BUY CARROTS.
I thank you for your time.
I feel a bit sick. I've eaten too much chinese.
I'm awesome at my job.
Stuff's great.
People make me angry. people are idiots. I like being on my own far too much for a relationship. how does one go about introducing this idea to someone who obviously wants to make you get in a relationship with them? Eurgh.
It's really oddly calm outside. the trees outside my window aren't moving, at all. this is weirding me out slightly. things like this make me worry that my whole world is actually a film set, like in The Trueman Show. Perhaps the "trees blowing in the wind" programme is malfunctioning and there's tens of people currently rushing around behind the scenes trying to get it up and running again. Oh dear.
I like Russell Brand.
Here's a picture.
We are SO much cooler than you.
The trees are blowing in the wind again. They've clearly fixed the fault.
This week has been very full and very.. odd. There's lots of things I can't really announce, but Freya knows what I'm talking about. SMITHS! TURN IT OFF. PUT TURN IT UP ON. YOU'VE HUNG YOUR COAT UP. CAN WE OFFER YOU SOME MONEY?
Last night we went to see Noel Fielding and friends at the Albert Hall. It was nice. I can't be bothered to sort out the pictures but I got some very nice ones.
I really want some rice pudding.
Why is that you wait ages for a nice man, and then 2 come along at once? I'm clearly going to screw this all up.
I want to do something different with my hair, but I don't know what. Hmm.
Barfly on saturday. This will be a fun time.
That is all.
HELLO. Observant readers may have noticed that I've deleted all but the first of my blogs. The reason for this is that whilst googling Freya and my names in search of carrot-related articles, I came across one of my blog entries that had come up in my google search. This scared me slightly, as I can't even begin to express the embarrasment that would be caused should my work find out what a massive social retard I am. I was intending on not continuing with this blog, but I am bored, and therefore fancy writing a long entry about things no-one cares about.
Firstly - Work. Having expressed an interest in recycling once, I have now been labelled as a naturalist (one of the enginners accidently called me a naturist on the phone, it made my day.) These days I am expected to stick up for many things during the intellectual conversation that goes on in our office, including immigrants, gays, blacks, African children, and disabled people. Mostly I make it up. Come on, I am only 18 after all, I don't know everything.
Secondly - I dispise silly arguments. I wish everyone was cheerful all the time. I dislike misunderstandings and the fact that people are too proud to make the first move towards apology and making up. I love my friends and I love the way everything works together. I don't want that to get screwed up. If they don't sort it out soon I'm going to bang their heads together.
Thirdly - The Mighty Boosh. It's ever so embarrassing, being a Mighty Boosh "fan". I like to go to things, but I am not obsessed. I am embarrassed by the people who go to recordings and signings and stand-up gigs and such, yet I also enjoy going to them. Does this make me a hypocrit? It's not the actual event I dislike, it's the people who ruin them. And the fact that it's then shameful to say I was there. I stood reasonably close to Julian Barratt on saturday night, I am pleased with myself, yet not overly so.
Fourthly - Robots In Disguise. I like them a lot. I like their DJ sets. I like their gigs. I like talking to them. They are so beautiful it sometimes hurts to look at them. But again, it's slightly embarrassing, because people are IDIOTS. SQUEEEEEEEEEEE OMG DEE LOOKED AT ME. Shut up. For fucks sake. Stop ruining my life.
Fifthly - I like taking pictures. I love my beautiful camera. I'm ashamed that I dropped my last one in orange juice three weeks after getting it, although pleased because the end result is this beautiful new camera which I love more than life itself. I imagine this is what it's like to love your child. Here is an example of the fruits of my beautiful baby.
Lovely.
Anyway, I must be off now. I'm going to go and drink some tea with my beautiful ginger friend, Rachel. Bye for now. xxxx
My name is Jadie and this blog will mostly be me complaining about things, although I do get addicted to things easily so it's possible that it will become a pisspot for me to channel every single thing I am thinking into.
First off, I am Freya's friend so please be nice to me or (i hope) she'll cut you. I am nice, promise. I am 18, I live in a lovely little cottage in the New Forest with my dog Coco and my hampster Susan. I've spent the last two and a half months sat on my bum bum doing nothing after I left my crappy job because I was supposed to be moving to Croydon. Unfortunately this didn't work out quite as planned and I lost lot's of money and my faith in the human race. Tomorrow I start my new job and I am very very very scared and nervous but also excited, but also worried that the people won't like me. It is also apparently quite a challenging role so I'm shit scared about fucking it all up. Fingers crossed. Hopefully I shall be fine.
This is moi on the left.
I'm a chubby little idiot but I try my best at life. Let's all be friends.
:)
