Shattered

SITE-IFICATION

28.08.04
wow i actually have a semi-decent excuse for not updating my blog as much as i probably should. i don't live in a house with a computer anymore.
yup, i decided to move out and went house-hunting with Lou from the Polar Bear. Now myself, Lou and her friend Leigh all live together in a flat/housey thing. It's in newfoundpool which isn't the most desirable place in terms of location. I've managed to move further away from Uni, it takes about half an hour to walk to work and about the same time to walk into town. Though it's also only about 10 mins walk to Keith's and only 70p to get the bus into town as opposed to £1.10.
Still, it's a very nice flat/house. I can't quite call it a house because although it is IN a house, we only own one room downstairs, and then have 3 bedrooms, a kitchen and a bathroom upstairs. It's very nice and modern and pretty which is all good except it means we're not willing to risk destoying it so we can't really throw parties or anything.
I'm still in my job but i really don't want to be anymore. I'm tired of working in the kitchen (which is a bit more stressful since we've spent the last few weeks expecting a health inspector to walk through the door at any moment). All i have to look forward to is Freshers week which means the really hectic busy season will start again. I just can't be bothered with it all but i don't really have a choice. If i quit my job then I can't pay my rent and i'll have to give up my lovely house. I hope i win the lottery. But since I don't play the lottery it's not that likely. *sigh*
And i need to buy a bed. I was using a nice double air mattress but it decided to deflate the other day and i can't locate the source of deflation. bastard. am having to stay at keith's a lot lately because i have no back-up bed.
On a happier note i went to Edinburgh the other week. That was cool (though i spent too much money). Stayed with patricia's cousins. patricia was there for a few days but the rest of the time it was just me, von, the cousins (craig and morag) and ben. me and von also went to see ross noble. that was good. then we missed the last bus home and managed to find the only taxi driver in edinburgh who didn't know his way round edinburgh.
Anna x

24.06.04
wow, it's really annoying when you spend ages writing a journal entry only to have it deleted and lost. puts you off writing another one. which is why i'm so far behind. blah.
This day six months ago, it was christmas eve. It was cold and christmassy and I went into town, had lunch with Bex and made sure all my christmas shopping was finished.
I also asked Keith out.
Yup, I have now been non-single for six months. Somehow I have put up with the pain, the suffering, the snoring, the forgetting things, the so-drunk-he-collapses-on-the-floor-and-i-think-may-have-to-call-an-ambulance, the lack of sympathy when i nearly severly burn myself and the general keithness.
I'm not sure what he's had to put up with. i think i'm cute and nice and not at all hard to get on with. I hope.
To be fair, Keith is a good boyfriend. Well, to me. I'm not sure he'd get on well with many other girls. particularly fussy ones. I'd like to think that i'm not very demanding and am content with whatever comes my way. Unless i really hate what comes my way. Take last week. Typical keith-ness. We go to the hogshead for lunch. He is nice and buys me lunch. I ask for the potato chips with chicken, only i specifically ask for no salsa. (not being fussy, I just really don't like salsa).
When our food gets to the table, my potato chips are covered in salsa. I point this out to keith who apologises and says he forgot and got confused because it didn't say anything about salsa on the menu. I let it pass and try and eat the chips not covered in salsa. All four of them.
Next day I'm talking to Phil, and the salsa thing comes up. Turns out he knows something that Keith neglected to tell me. I make him tell me, promising not to mention it to keith. I mention it to keith.
Turns out that on the way from the bar, Keith did get confused. He knew I'd mentioned something about salsa but couldn't quite recall what. so, when asked what he wanted, he decided to ask for extra salsa.
ah well. Happy Six Month Anniversary.
Anna x

02.06.04
well, it's been a long time since i've written anything in any way shape or form. what have i been up to? not much.
well, sorta. me and the vonster toodled off to kenya for a fortnight at the beginning of april. was definately an experience of a lifetime, witnessing the culture differences between first and third world countries, checking out the wildlife and generally having a kickass time.
prior to going to kenya i finally got my ucas form sent off. of all the universities in all the cities in all the country, I got into...*drumroll*.....leicester! woo.
can't wait to start exploring my new city.
still working at the polar bear. if you can call it that. students have all buggered off home, and when you work in a student pub and there is no students, it doesn't amount to a day of hard labour. as exciting as it is to get money for nothing, i'd rather be eating my arm then continuing like this for the rest of the summer. to make matters worse, (well not quite) my boyfriend has got himself a full time job. not only is he now going to be richer than me, i can no longer claim to be the hardworking breadwinner of the relationship and he and i are constantly arguing about "who works harder". i wanna full time job now. just so i can be better than him and have more money. hahaha.
last week at work i put my hand in the deep fat fryer. that was fun. and oh so painful. fortunately i have good reflexes so i immediately flung myself backwards away from the fryer and toward the sink, and put my hand under the tap. no water came out. (stupid tap has been dodgy for weeks). so, i ran out towards the bar and then spent the next 3 hours or so with my hand under the cold tap. i tried to get straight back to work, but the kitchen is full of hot things and it made my hand hurt again. inji and steve ignored my request for someone to "come at me with a steak knife" and amputate the hurt fingers. we tried to find some savlon cream but apparently official policy is "we are not a pharmacy therefore cannot keep or administer treatment on site". yay. feeling slightly depressed by the burning agony, i texted the keith for support. as the agony grew i then texted him once again requesting he take me to a&e. when it reached the point that i couldn't text at all, inji took over txting a request for savlon cream and painkillers. 2 hours later he texted me asking where i was. i replied "come 2 pub" (burning yourself decreases your desire to use long sentences). when he arrived half an hour later, i showed my certified first-aider of a boyfriend my injured hand and asked what he thought i should do. his reply? "i dunno...go home?".
after 3 hours of trying to work through the pain, rushing away from the tap to make phonecalls, take food out to customers (who always have to be awkward and forget what they've ordered when you least want them to til you practically throw their meals at them in your desperation to get back to the cold tap), put deliveries away, keep the pub clean and answer a phonecall warning us that the health inspector was about (yay), i was finally able to leave the pub. my body couldn't handle the stress anymore and i started crying. stupid-being-a-girl. i was very poorly comforted by my boyfriend whose soothing tactics were to call me names like "wuss" and "wimp". mmm chivalry. the conversation on the way back to keith's went like this:
"...why didn't you bring the cream or the painkillers?"
"i didn't think it was that bad"
"oh...didn't me saying 'take me to a&e' indicate that it was serious?'"
"Oh THAT's what you said. i thought it was a typo."
"you didn't know what 'A and E' meant?"
"i do now..i thought you meant "DofE"
"yes keith 'I've just hurt myself, please take me to your Duke of Edinburgh Award meeting on thursday where i can be looked at by first aiders and people who can read!!!!'"
"you should have written "Accident and Emergency', then i'd have understood you"
"I put my hand in the fryer!!!!"
and so on. on the way home he bought me some burn cream and icecream. the next day when my hand was red and blistered and looked as though i'd put it in a fryer, he was a bit more sympathetic. though he did say "why did you do it?" "i was self harming cos my boyfriend's crap" was my reply. he's being nicer to me now. he bought me chocolate.
i've written alot. i'm going to stop now.
Anna x