Thursday 30 June 2011

The Day of Wednes

Stuff I bought from Sainsburys on my way home from work.

Green Beans - Reduced to 25p
Baby Sweetcorn - Reduced to 25p
2L bottle of water - 45p

My parents would be proud... if it weren't for...

Caramel Dairy Milk Chocolate - 1.00.

I have big plans for the Green Beans and Sweetcorn to make a scrumptious and simple meal tomorrow.
The chocolate I have eaten.

My life is well exciting.


Currently watching How to Train a Dragon. If you haven't seen it, I recommend it.
Vikings make good cartoons. The same way blondes make good bimbos, sharks make good villains, posh boys make good politicians and socks make good puppets . It's just better that way.
Just try watching a Scottish Viking with a huge beard and horny helmet being performed in real life. They'd look a fool. Their teeth wouldn't look as crooked and wild for a start. Their plaited mustache wouldn't look so tame and their muscles wouldn't look quite as bulgy. Real life teeth, mustaches and muscles will never look as teethy, mustachey or muscly as they do in this film. I know what I'm talking about. I think.

In other News. Went shopping around Camden today. By shopping I mean I extensively browsed... I petted some black Converses... held a lacy dress to me even though I wouldn't be seen dead in it unless I went back in time and was proper fancy.... felt up the entirety of H&M before buying a shirt for work from the sale (rock on)... felt uberly paranoid that they were going to make me pay again for the sunglasses attached to my top, I mentally told the security dude I had previously bought them, clearly he heard.... roamed a vintage shop and loudly EEEEWWWed when  discovered a wrap was real fur... had dinner at Proud, the pork gave me a funny tummy, well sexy... And that's about it.

Was nice seeing Blondie again. By Blondie I mean my blonde friend. I don't really go into depth with nicknames.

Anyway, my bum is numb from sitting here. Bed time!
(Try saying numb bum without your lips touching)


(Haha)



(Is it mustaches or moustaches? My laptop dislikes moustaches. I think my laptop is American. Cool.)

Tuesday 28 June 2011

A Day of Evening.

Such a weird day that never seemed to turn into day. The sun never came up, it just never got light. If I could tell the time by the sun's position in the sky I wouldn't have know 10am from 6pm. Thankfully it isn't the 1600s and I have mobile, as well as an alarm clock that tell the time quite accurately. Woop, woop.

The episode of Friends where Ross sings Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-A-Lot to baby Emma just came on. I should think I was one of those babies where strange things made me laugh. Like the sound of a high pitched sneeze. Or, if I had to choose a song, probably Come on Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners. There has to be a reason why that song causes me to stop all conversation and stare idly, singing along and craving a pair of dungarees.

Classic 80s music and classic musical numbers are eternally embedded in my brain as the songs of my childhood. Even though they weren't anywhere near the charts or mainstream music during my childhood. You can blame my parents. I, however, am completely to blame for my teen tastes. A bit of Bullet for My Valentine, Slipknot and The Distillers.
This would be why when people ask what music I like and I say "all sorts" I am telling the truth.

I'm glad I started this blog. Where else can I ramble on for hours apart from in the company of my ever suffering friends. Well they need suffer no more!

(Mainly because I moved away)

Anywho, I have planned a fairly busy week and weekend of work, old friends and new friends. Hopefully new opportunities. Going to a filming of a commercial at a cinema on Sunday morning, with an 8am start after a 4am finish at work - I'm a trooper. Then a drop in session to work as a festival steward on Monday. I can plan. I have plans


Right now I plan to pee. Until next time!

Monday 27 June 2011

My own, slightly less exciting, Glastonbury

Watched the epic performance by Beyonce at Glastonbury in the comfort of a friend's flat today. Well worth the reeeally hot and reeeally long and reeeally awkward journey to hers. Awkward? Oh, the cork from my opened and chilled bottle of white wine POPPED off and collided with a lady's thigh. Due to the heat I think. I pretended to be as confused as her, glancing around the bus for the source of the rocket propelled cork bullet. I knew it was my wine. And to be honest, I was more concerned that the contents might spill into my bag. What a palaver.

Was just like being at the festival. Yeah, okay, not reeeally. But, I was uncomfortably hot, slightly sweaty, there was canned cider, cigarettes, conversation that was abrubtly stopped when a tuuuune began and the faded scent of marijuana... So not such a crazy thing to say.

It was nice being the baby tonight. Sounds strange but I am so used to being the oldest out of a group of friends and it was nice not to feel older and wiser. Not that I ever feel like that. I don't reeeally know what I'm talking about. Who knew that could happen in a blog as well as real life eh?

Now watching random episodes of Extras while I work out the journey to my aforementioned interview tomorrow. Extras is excellent. Ashley Jensen is wonderful in it.

Friday 24 June 2011

"Irk" is a great word.

Met a friend for lunch today. A late lunch. (Half 2). Which is that time between lunch and dinner where I shouldn't be eating if I want to lose my extra pounds. Which even the skinniest girls have apparently. They're annoying aren't they? Eff off you 8 stone phenomenon.

Service was appalling, food was good, so I rebelled by asking them to take the service charge off the bill :-O and leaving a cash tip.... Bit pointless? I find myself irked when things don't go smoothly in restaurants when it isn't busy. I've waitressed, I know the dealeo. Here are a few things I expect from restaurant service in Covent Garden...
1. One waiter/ress. Not 4.
2. Glasses in which to drink the water. Not just a decanter.
3. Wine to be brought from the bar to the table. Not left until we point it out.
4. Plates to be collected in less than ten minutes after completing the meal. Not half an hour later.
5. SMILES

I'm up my own arse aren't I....

My friend, we'll call her K, is doing very well. Working in the Old Vic Tunnels, don't ya know. Its nice that someone at Uni is doing so well in their study area. Too many talented people from my study days are working in banks, cinemas, supermarkets and bars. Myself included. But at least I'm trying, some people seem content to be settled down, working to live, partner on their arms and Uni-like nights out. I want to be forever changing, living to work, sexy people by my side and exciting, conversation filled, impromptu nights out. Is that asking too much?

K has the same Primarni sunglasses as me. We're cool.

Any-who. Work tonight. OH and I have an interview on Monday to work on Infomercials in Shopping Centre's around London. I could do that. I could sell anything. There must be more susceptible people than me out there.

Laters.

Thursday 23 June 2011

A New Beginning

Choosing a font for the title of my blog means the word "adventures" no longer has meaning. It does not look like it is spelled correctly. In fact part of me just knows it is not a word at all.

But it is.

And here it is. The Adventures of Miss H. Miss H being me and Adventures being what I get up to now I have moved to "that there London", as my Dad calls it, though I'm unsure why. These adventures will not always be full of wonder and intrigue but I hope that sometimes they will be, as I start to get myself one of those "life" things. Lets be honest though, some days I will probably spend more time in my room blogging, watching films, checking twitter and applying for jobs than pursuing some ever wondrous and intriguing tale. 

That said, an adventure for me can sometimes be trying to catch (and kill, sorry) a little black fly that has found its way through my window and is endeavoring to help me finish my meal. Or trying to find my Oyster card that I simply CANNOT leave the flat without now I live here, discovering it is in fact in my pocket and the sweat I have just worked up has achieved nothing except maybe a slight workout.

Here's hoping I will have some fabulous stories to tell as I wonder out into this City of many possibilities, restaurants, interviews, rejections, weather and escalators. Among other things.

So, what am I doing today I hear you ask? Well I decided, due to lack of funds, to hang out in my pad until I start work at 6.45. It was a conscious decision that I was faithful to, which I cannot claim I am to the other conscious decisions that involve more energy and planning. I work at a music venue in Camden, on the bar. I enjoy bar work and its suits me well while I slog away trying to establish work that is more relevant to my move. Something in Theatre production. I chose an easy path (!). 

I'm going to pinpoint my sarcasm (!) when I remember. Its just easier that way. In my experience, readers of my work don't always grasp the subtle humour. Or disapprove of it, as was the case with many an assignment during my University days. Ah, the good ol' days.

Also my blogs will finish abruptly.