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I saw the foxy bingo adverts on the tv and liked the idea of getting £5 free to play with... so I joined. And I won £30 quid... it seems too good to be true, but I'll see if it appears in my bank account in the next week or so, and if it does then woohoo!

If it doesn't, then nothing lost.

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Ticketmaster sent me an email telling me all about the Live Earth Concert in London in July (7/7/07) and who was playing etc. "Live Earth is a monumental music event that will bring together more than 2 billion people to combat the climate crisis. Live Earth’s 24 hours of music across 7 continents will deliver a call to action and the solutions needed to answer the call. Live Earth marks the beginning of a multi-year mass persuasion campaign led by The Alliance for Climate Protection to move individuals, corporations and governments to take action."


Ok... am I the only one to see a huge flaw in the idea? I could be wrong... but the people that aren't aware of the climate change issue already probably never will be, and a big concert probably won't make them realise. Also, how are all these big bands getting here and to the other venues? By big private planes spitting out masses of CO2 emissions? Add to that the fact that most people won't be from London and will have to travel to get there... and lets face it, people aren't going to be going on bikes... so that's more CO2 emissions.

It just seems to be very counter active. I know the money goes to good related causes... but, I dunno. It just seems like a bit of a crap idea.

I heard someone on the NME awards use the word "jubilant" the other day and it's a good word. It's an especially good word to describe how I am feeling, for on Wednesday I handed my dissertation in, and today I went shopping to treat myself. I came away with 3 pairs of shoes (one pair was part of a BOGOF offer at the Office sale shop... oh office sale shop how I love you) and they're all amazing.

Ive had my eye on one of the pairs for weeks in office and now they're half price I bought them. They're office vintage slingbacks. The other pair are by Firetrap and I've been watching them on ebay for a couple of weeks bu I spotted them in TK Maxx. God, they're amazing. They're a good 5 or 6 inches high because they have a massive platform, so they make me GIANTLY tall... I'll have to go easy on the makeup or people might think I'm a drag queen. And, there's a good chance I'll break my ankle if I fall over in them. But they're so worth it.

I also got a ridiculously 80's top from ryan vintage. Masses of material, sequins, shoulder pads. Fab.

And some bits and bobs from Primark including a really cute retro style kind of smock style top. It's cute anyway.
Oh yeah and I got some little green pumps and some purple heels from Asda, and a mac style coat. God help my bank account this month.


But I decided that because I missed NIN on Monday, and was in uni:
Monday 10am - 5pm, 8pm til 9.30am the next day.
Tuesday : went home at about 9,30, ate, went to bed for 4 hours. Then went back to uni 4pm until 4pm on Wednesday when I handed my work in.
Red Bull and Pro plus is not a way to live. And the toilets were in a different cluster to the one I was in... caffine makes you wee... lots of running back and forth between the two. And lots of hunger by the time the union opened again at 8.30 in the morning.

I'm definitely never letting my work get so far behind again, 2 all nighters in a row is not fun. Be warned those with massive pieces due in.



Oooh off I go to play with all my new shoes and things!


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Oh god 7000 words left to write on my dissertation and the modelling to finish off... in 3 days. No Nine Inch Nails for me on Monday night *sob*

And I need some data for the models that my tutor promised he'd email me... and I'm sort of fucked without it... but it's not in my inbox yet. So arghhh.

Please don't ever leave your dissertation as late as I have. It's just plain stupid and not worth the hassle.

I will never ever learn.

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I wish the couple in the house behind us would just bloody split up, rather than having ridiculously loud arguments at 2.30am once a week. "fuck you" "yeah, well fuck you too." How's about fuck you both, because some of us don't appreciate being woken up all the bloody time. If they're not arguing they have parties that start at 4am and finish just as you've given up on the idea of proper sleep and got up. Lukcily I've only been here once when that happens. Nadya and Paul have had it a few times and it usually ends up with one of them sleeping in the spair room, the only bedroom without an ajoining wall.

They've moved downstairs to argue now and I can still hear everything, and they'll probably wake Paul up by being next to his room now. I'd call the police if I knew what house number they were and tell them there was a domestic going on, but a) I don't know what their address is, and b) I'm scared that then someone who really needed the police would have to wait. I don't think I'm that petty either. But they are really pissing me off.

Hmmm... it's gone quiet, I'm going to try and get to sleep while I can. Got a lot of work to do over the next few days.

Oh... I spoke too soon. They're off again.



EDIT: They woke me up arguing again this morning and then the music came on afterwards. I HATE them.
"I haven't done anything wrong"
"Then why are you fucking leaving?"
"you're the one that told me to fucking leave"
*door slam* (4times?)
*front door slams*
*Music goes on nice and loud. :|

A dozen roses delivered to my door from Adam equals the happiest girlfriend ever, and makes him the best boyfriend ever.

I've never been given flowers before, never mind roses :D

Monday 26th Feb - Drive from Leeds to Manc, see NIN, drive back to Leeds.
Wed 28th - hand dissertation in, drive Leeds to Bolton
Thurs 1st March - pick up birthday present, drive back to Leeds.
Friday 2nd - Morning lecture, drive back to Bolton
Sunday 4th - drive back to Leeds...again

That's 6 trips across the Pennines in 7 days. Or £25 in petrol that I really shouldn't spend, but have to. It will be completely worth it though because I get to:
- see NIN (woo!)
- hand my dissertation in (woo, hopefully)
- get my present (WOO)
- see Adam for the first time in 3/4 weeks (Yay!)


Now... back to shitting it about my dissertation. You can write and research a 10,000 project in 14 days, right?? Say yes.

Bit of an overdue update really considering it was my birthday last Wednesday, but I can only ever be bothered posting when stuff is on my mind, and one minute it was my birthday... and the next it wasn't so I didn't bother. I will now though briefly.

I wore the dress I got the other week from asda and some poste mistress red asymmetric pointy stilettos that I got for the bargainous price of 5pounds. We went for a meal at La Tasca in Leeds and then back to mine for cake and then Lucie, Heather and I went to Oceana and had a good dance. Mum made the best cake ever... a layer of chocolate, a layer of orange and a layer of carrot cake. Lou and Rigby came over for the meal which was nice, and Lauren and Nadya came to the meal but didn't come out. Laura said she'd meet us in town or at mine but didn't bother and she still hasn't bothered to tell me why. I wouldn't have minded her not being able to make it, but saying you will and never bothering... it sort of rates up there with never bothering to reply to your invite in the first place on the annoyance scale. Anyway a good night was had by all and I wasn't even hung over in the morning which was a nice change for a night out.

I got bright pink GHDs off Louise and everyone, yay. They're great, possibly the best thing ever, apart from my parent's present, which I think you already know about. They even have a bright pink cable... no one else cares about this except me, but I think it's brilliant. And they come in a pretty roll up carry case that doubles up as a heat proof mat for putting them on. I haven't quite mastered how to do beautiful curls with them yet (an odd use for straightners, I know... especially for someone with curly hair, but they make it so perfect and pretty.) Lucie did my hair curly with them for my birthday and it looked lovely. Definitely need a hair cut though, the condition is ok, but it's so bloody long.

Adam got me the Eddie Izzard DVD boxset... 6 Izzard live dvds = brilliant. Maybe I'll have a marathon after my dissertation is done, woo! Also, he's taking me to London at some point and we'll stay in a nice hotel and have a nice weekend away. I'm hoping we can have 3 of 4 days there and on one day I'll send him to see his friends while I go shopping. And I'll take him on a tour of stamford bridge for part of his birthday present. What a good girlfriend I am :)

Apart from that I got bits of money off people, some retro style mugs, a necklace, a framed picuture of me and Lou, an office voucher from Heather (ahhh she knows me well) and Harvey Nics vouchers from Lucie and her family, so today I bought some gorgeous Mac makeup. One of the things I bought was a liquid eyeliner, which the girl assured me was waterproof so I could go swimming in it apparently... not that I go swimming very much. Obviously I didn't believe her, because waterproof makeup is never actually water proof, but this stuff bloody is. I have no idea how to get it off. I tried a bit on my hand to show Nadya and when I washed my hands later it didn't budge, not even when i rubbed it with my finger. My eye makeup remover which removes everything brilliantly didn't even touch it. My face cleanser couldn't make it budge. So now I have a metallic turquoise patch tattooed onto the back of my hand. Help? The bold is so you see this and help me.

So yeah, it was a really good birthday. I don't feel old enough to be 21 though.

Something rather exciting happened tonight. Nadya and I were nipping to Tesco and as we got in the car we saw a can/bottle type thing with a rolled up piece of paper in it on the floor by my car. "Oooh a message in a bottle Nad, pick it up! Or a bomb... pick it up anyway."

It turned out to be a map of our area of Leeds with different locations circled on it and dates written next to them. Then we saw a can a bit further down the road, minus its map. Next door had one put on their front step with a glowstick and a map.

All it said was "To find out more go to www.myspace.com/discovermash" and an 0800 number written underneath. It was all handwritten. We came to the conclusion that someone was organising secret(ish) parties or raves. It looks like we might be right. I like it a lot.
We couldn't see any more scattered along the street though, but 3 in very close proximity to our house. Maybe everyone else found theirs first.

Ooh the excitement. It's a brilliant idea, I wish I'd have thought of it.

I worked out that in order to get a low 2:1, I have to get 65% or over in everything I do from now on. I wish I'd known that before I didn't revise much for my exam. I got 65 on an essay though so fingers crossed that will help.

Maybe now that I know that I'll get cracking on my dissertation a bit more seriously than I am now. I don't even know what I want to do when I finish uni. At the moment I figure that seeing as I have no clues as to what kind of job I want, I'll just hope I can get a really well paid one and see how I like it. Then maybe when I'm in the job I'll love it, or it will make me realise what I do want to do. Not before my final 4 month summer holiday is over though. Strictly casual work then, you don't get that long off in the "real world" and I'm not ready for that yet.


Also, I want to go and do lots of things. Mum wants us both to lose 2 stone and to get my hypnosis and then we're going to fly to America and buy lots of pretty clothes and shoes. I'll take 2 outfits with me and an empty suitcase. A fucking big empty suitcase at that. That's assuming I can fly to America by then. Fingers crossed.

Oh god, my stomach is already churning at the thought of flying, especially long haul. I'm scared I'll get on the plane and get there, but I'll be too scared to fly back. And I'm not getting a boat from America, that's a waste of about a month of my life. See the irationality involved in my stupid fear of flying?

I reckon if I just got on a plane and was forced stay on it, it probably wouldn't be too bad. But it's getting onto it that's the problem. Because it's not just like you can walk onto a plane, it's not like a bus. You have to book a ticket, usually in advance. That's at least a week of worrying like hell and feeling ill. Then there is the day of the flight... this would involve lots of crying and feeling even more ill. Then there's the check in, 2 hours of awfullness where I would probably cry (even more) and possibly be sick, and the mental battle of whether or not I can do it, and then ultimately I would back out, feel disappointed in myself, go home and it would all be ok again. All in all a complete waste of time and money and mental anguish.

I used to be terrified of cable cars too, and I think that's possibly where the fear of getting stuck in the other country comes from. Because we went up a big on in Chamonix and I refused to come down in it, because it was awful. So we walked all the way down the mountain. It was miles, just zig zagging down steep slopes. We could hardly walk the other day our muscles were so sore. So the next year mum and dad bribed me into going on a smaller one, with the promise of some Vans if I went on. I was still shit scared, and just held onto the pole in the middle with my eyes closed (which I still do) but it was manageable. Now I just need to do that with planes somehow. Hopefully hypnosis is the answer.


I got a little paid job today, only two hours, courtesy of my landlord. But hopefully there will be more. I have to show people round the houses they have to let. Only I know nothing about the houses, so I have to just pretend by having a quick look around a room before the people I'm showing round get to it. It's pretty embarrassing because all 5 houses I showed them today were... well, shit. I wanted to show them mine just to show them that there are much nicer, much cleaner ones out there, but I forgot my own bloody keys. Hopefully I can show them some nicer ones next time.


Skins starts tomorrow and I can't wait. It had better be bloody brilliant, because they've been advertising it for weeks and making me want to watch it. If it was a pair of shoes I'd have five pairs by now. Is it wrong that I find the main character (the now 17 year old actor from about a boy) extremely fit? It's the way it's shot, it's emphasises his cheek bones, and you know how much I love cheek bones, mmmm. He's hot, and he looks older than 17 anyway... please someone agree with me.
http://www.channel4.com/entertainment/tv/microsites/S/skins/watch.html# Go there and watch the "Tony" video. You'll see.


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It took me almost 3 hours to get from Leeds to Bolton today, and I saw 3 over turned lorries. After the first one I decided I was driving very quickly past lorries and avoiding having to stop next to them when the traffic was at its worst. Instead I chose to pull up next to a nice heavy oil tanker that wasn't going to blow on top of me.

A lot of the lorries seemed to call ti quits and pull into the services, or the hard shoulder in a long row, as I think the services were full. There were a lot pulled over to the side pulling their curtains (I don't know the technical name) back so it was just a lorry skeleton driving along and it wouldn't get caught by the wind.

Anyway, enough lorrie talk, I just found it a frustrating but quite interesting drive home.

More importantly... I bought a pretty pretty dress. It's a bandeau dress (boob tube), gathered at the waist, and it white with grey polka dots. It's all sort of rouched around my boobs. Then printed on top at the top and the bottom is a pink and shiny silver flower. There are also 3 giant buttons between the top and the gathered bit at the waist. It sounds odd as it's hard to describe, but it's so so pretty and looks great with some black footless tights and my irregular choice shoes with oversized pink and black stripey bows on the toes.
More importantly still, it was a bargainous NINE pounds from George (as in Asda) in Leeds. it was reduced from 20 to 10 in the sales, but a button fell off when I was trying it on so theygave it me for 9. I'd have bought it for 20 though, the saved 11 pounds is just a bonus.

So yeah... me in a dress. A first... but I'm excited.

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Still no replies to my emails, still unable to get through on the phone, still haven't deleted the order like I asked, and still haven't sent them if they haven't deleted it. What an utter piss take.

And today I was on hold for 50 minutes to orange before I got an answer, and then I was put on hold again. They've had the same 4 hold songs for 6 months now. Please please get some new, and less shit, hold music. Hopefully I won't have to ring them again though. Ha, as if.

I sent a group message to people... including Kat, Sarah, Rae (so let me know if you got it) and some people didn't get it, while lauren g got it 30times, and lauren h got it 250 times. I am not joking. I don't think I've laughed so much in ages. Her phone was just receiving it over and over for ages. Beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, beep beep etc. The irritating thing being that she never even got all of it, just the first part 250times. Meanwhile, my phone told me that it had failed to send.

I was picking Adam up from work tonight when I heard the loud rumbly exhaust noise that only comes with scally boy racer cars. I rolled my eyes thinking "knobs," and saw the body kitted, done up Nissan saloon (weird choice) drive past me, but then I saw the number plate and instantly changed my opinion. It was brilliant: C6 HAV

I hope it was meant ironically, but I have a feeling that it wasn't. Do chavs call themselves chavs?

1. Deidre's (however it's spelt) neck, voice and the way she sticks her neck right out when she speaks as though to deliberately accentuate the turkey neck coupled with her I've-smoked-twenty-a-day-since-I-was-born voice just makes for frightening TV. Frightening.

2. Really good episodes tonight, but I do wish that the writers would credit us with some intelligence. They kept directing the camera right at the murder weapon, then zoomed in on it, then put her phone next to it, etc, etc. We got it the first time, and if we didn't then we would have done when she hit him round the head with it.

3. How much would you hate to live on a street like that? Everyone is so far beyond nosey. Norris should have been stabbed along side Charlie.

...are bloody useless. Never use them. I won't be using them again.

Boxing day I ordered some shoes. January the 5th, they delete the order saying they aren't in stock. That's 8 working days later. So I put the shoes in my basket, pay for them and wait 8 working days for them to tell me they aren't in stock. What kind of a stock system is that?
Anyway, on thr 7th I thought I'd see if they'd sold out so I went back to the shoes, and looked if they had my size showing. They did. I put them in my basket and pay for them, and as yet... nothing. The payment hasn't even come off my card.

5 days ago I thought I'd email them asking them what the chances of getting the shoes were and asking them why it took them so long to sort the first order out, or not sort it out...
Yesterday I'd still not had a reply, and I think 3 working days for en email reply is long enough, especially when I've tried ringing them 3 times only to be put on hold for 20mins each time, before giving up.

So yesterday I emailed them to ask them to cancel the order, because I just don't care anymore and they're a bunch of useless cunts. (You know I'm pissed off, because I hate that word.)
The office shops are so good, and so helpful but the mail order business would be better un by monkeys.

Finally - in my original email to them I told them how I order a lot from schuh.co.uk and how they don't let me pay for things that aren't in stock, and would have had the shoes at my house int he time that office to to discover that they were out of stock.
Proof of this was that I ordered 2 pairs of shoes from Schuh.co.uk at about 2am this morning, and they were dispatched today.

Arghhhh office.co.uk

Tesco have a big poster hanging in the store saying "Stationary sale," or something to that effect. It's an easy mistake to make, but how could that go through so many people un-noticed? Some guy comes up with it, graphics dept. make a poster, poster gets sent to the printers, posters come back to be checked, posters get sent to the stores, store manager has a look, handyman person puts the poster up... That's at least 7 people that could have stopped Tesco looking like tits.

I know hardly anyone will notice, but I'd be pretty embarrassed if that was my company.


Also on the theme of spelling... Will Smith's new film The Pursuit of Happyness looks really good. But argh, most annoying mis-spelling of the word happiness. Apparently it's a play on something from the film, which is less annoying, but it just looks wrong. Can't wait to see it though.

Ooh also on the theme of spelling (god help me I'm turning into a teacher) apparently your brain can still read mis-spelt words if the first and last letters are the same. I read it on a whole section of optical illusions in the paper.
"Bivelee it or not, rcesrhaeers at Cmabrigde hvae dirvoseced taht the oredr of ltteers in a wrod deson't rlaley matter. The olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer are in the rghit pclae. Eevn if the rset are tolatly julebmd up you can sitll raed it. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn barin deos not raed ecah lteter invuddilialy, but inesatd renisgoecs the wrod as a wlohe."

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/connected/main.jhtml?xml=/connected/2007/01/02/dlillusion02.xml#10
Some of them are pretty good, worth a read.

Happy new year everyone, but onto more important matters...

Could I love Torchwood any more than I already do? I don't think it's possible, it's bloody brilliant. Amazing season finale. I can't wait until the new series... there'd better be a new series.

Mmm Captain Jack Harkness. *swoon*

Kat has introcuded me to the most amazing sock in the world, and I have to have it. Fingers crossed the trafford centre have some left. They will be mine. I will drag my cold ridden self there tomorrow.

The new Zelda on the wii is amazing, I love it. If it wasn't in abother room I'd probably be up all night playing.

Kat and I are going into Bolton for NYE btw, anyone is welcome.


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First of all... what is everyone doing for new year's eve? Poonam wants me to go to Birmingham, now not to be rude, but I can't be bothered going to Manchester particularly, never mind B'ham. I want to be able to crawl into my own bed, which kind of leaves Bolton, Manchester at a push and possibly Leeds, but I also think I want mum to look after me on Jan 1st... so yeah, that's Leeds out of the equation.

What is there to do in Bolton on nye? How do we get back from manc on nye?
This is why I hate new year, too many decisions, everywhere's busy and it's so over rated that it's almost impossible to have a good night. I just want to go out, get drunk, have a dance, come back at stupid am.

Ideas on a postcard please.


Now, sorry... but I'm bored and this seems to fit the nye theme. You can thank Sarah for providing me with this boredom killer.

1.) Where did you ring in 2006?
No idea... in town? It was obviously very memorable.

2.) What was your status by Valentine's Day?
With Adam for over 18months :)

3.) Were you in school (anytime this year)?
Yes, occasionally... when I wasn't too tired.

4.) How did you earn your keep?
Scrounging off my parents and selling my possessions on ebay. Nothing left to sell now, so maybe I should look for a job.

5.) Did you ever have to go to the hospital?
Yeah when my mate's drink got spiked, and another mate fainted from shock. 6 hours in A&E :|

6.) Have you ever encountered the police?
Nope, I'm a good girl me.

7.) Where did you go on vacation?
Edinburgh for Adam's 21st. Our hotel was in A salford quays-esque dockland posh area, and we got to see a polar bear. Beat that.

8.) What did you purchase that was over $500?
250quid... Nothing. I probably didn't even spend that much on shoes in the year.

9.) Did you know anybody who got married?
Nope.

10.) Did you know anybody who passed away?
Nope.

11.) Have you ran into anybody you graduated high school with?
Apart from my mates from high school, Danielle Claydon, Jenny Ellerington anyone else at Leeds uni really.

12.) Did you move anywhere?
47 Royal Park Avenue, Leeds. For what little time I'm in Leeds anyway.

13.) What sporting events did you go?
Sport? no.

14.) What concerts did you go to?
I thought I'd been to NIN and prodigy, but some quick googling tells me that they were last year. So, shockingly I don't think I've been to a gig this year.

15.) Are you registered to vote?
Probably.

16.) If so, did you do your patriotic duty on Nov. 7?
If Sarah hadn't pointed out that this was an important date in America, I wouldn't have even batted an eye lid. I'm so unbelievably political, can't you tell?

17.) Where do you live now?
Bolton / Leeds

18.) Describe your birthday.
Surprise meal and people coming up to Leeds, it was brilliant :) I was too ill to really appreciate it at the time though.

19.) What's the one thing you thought you would never do but did in 2006?
Go to not one, but SIX 9am lectures.

20.) What is one thing you regretted this year?
Not doing Student Gumball, maybe next year. Ooh I'm already excited by the prospect! (I'm not being sarcy for once either)

21.) What's something you learned about yourself?
I still haven't learnt that I need to start essays days before the deadline, not hours.

22.) Any new additions to your family?
nope

23.) What was your best month?
Whichever months, christmas, easter and summer holidays fell in.

24.) What from pop culture will you remember 2006 by?
do do do do do do do, de ne ne, do do do do do do do, de ne ne, do do do do do do do, de ne ne,
Put your hands up for detroit, a lovely city!
Fedde le Grand - Put your hands up for Detroit. Many good nights dancing to this. Good! And apparently they're the lyrics not "I love this city" which I've been singing for a while now.

25.) How would you rate this year with a scale from 1 (shitty) to 10 (the shit)?
hmmm, probably a 7.