I am pleasantly free from splatters today but that is because I have avoided chocolate milk at all costs. I have also stuck to dry, unspillable food after a pasta-down-shirt incident last night. I might dehydrate but at least I'll be clean.

AND, some mad guy started talking to me at the bus stop this morning - saying that it is the Son of Star Wars missile based in North Yorks (has it even been brought it yet? I've stopped paying attention to that news) that made it rain today. He also said
i) that it was all my fault, because *I* wasn't doing anything to stop it
ii) that I was thoroughly scared about the Son of Star Wars stuff when actually it doesn't worry me in the slightest (probably because I haven't lived though 40 years of nuclear threat - I'm much more worried about cancer and stuff)
iii) we haven't had a summer this year, just 10 hours of sun (really? so I've just been imagining the heat for the last few months?), not like in the 90s when we got sun for months and months on end (I must have been asleep for all those months)
I stopped listening after that.

We'll have to get a wriggle on with it though since between jobs and departures, we've only got about two weeks to make it in : bit of a tight filming schedule but I'm sure it will not hamper the production values/quality at all. It is going to be most spiffing I'm sure. Still, at least I will have something to look forward to in the evenings when I am *bored senseless* at work.

AND, along with the film, we've got some other piss-taking-ery planned for the coming weeks (on my rather belated birthday jaunt to Southport and a Ska-tastic day out to the Carling festival) - I'm just so excited about it all I/we might have to get my/our boobs out in public again (or maybe not BUHAHAHAHHAHAH).

After a suitably unpleasant journey to work, I didn't go to my final assessment thing for this qualification that I am doing because I was too stressed out (it's drop-in, do it when you want assessment, I'll do it next week) so I stayed here instead. Then after about 2 seconds attached to the network, it boots me (and the rest of the department) off. No email, no internet (therefore no geek-ware -- nooooooooooooooo!), no access to the drives I need to do any decent work... And no one knows who to contact to get it fixed because the usual tech guy, Keith who always stares at my boobs, quit on Tuesday (btw, he did come into my office for just about no reason last week to stare at my boobs).

Anyway, two hours later and I was so bored I can't think up a good analogy about how bored I was, I phoned home to have a bit of a whinge and my worthy advisors said if it's not fixed in, say half an hour, to give up for the day since I can't get any decent work done. And whaddya know, five minutes later, and it is all sorted. Now I feel an extra special grudge about having to be in work. And the pissy thing is, if I had got into work in a more pleasant manner, I would have gone to the assessment, finished that bitchazz of a qualification and not even have been vaguely aware of the network being down and I wouldn't begrudge staying in work. GRRRRRRRRR.

Went out for a picnic yesterday with a bunch of people and it rocked. We bought far too much food and the excess has completely filled our fridge. But it was good.

After eating far too much, three of us went swimming in a river because Deb wanted us to have a near-drowning experience as *everyone* who swims in rivers/canals/reservoirs on hot days does. Unfortunately we didn't get to do that and so just have near-broken-toe-on-the-bastard-rocks/near-hypothermia stories instead. It was a good laugh though, except the bit when I was changing from new tight tshirt into old tshirt for swimming but had nowhere to change. Much open air boobage ensued.

Also, memo to self: for future swimming, do not wear small and tight white tshirt.

AND, this time I know exactly who to blame....

About six weeks ago, bAckline and Scara wanted to go to a Reel Big Fish gig, and invited Judge RuffNeck and me along.

After the gig, Judge RuffNeck made a tape of Reel Big Fish songs for our friend Deb which Deb plays in her car. When we are in Deb's car, we listen to it constantly, which is not necessarily a bad thing.

Then last night, Judge RuffNeck decided that we should have a bbq to which and were invited. Whilst making Haribo kebabs and the like, we listened to Reel Big Fish.

And now I can't get the song out of my head.

So that is who to blame.

Dagnammit! I'm getting old!

The two sides of my birthday spirit...

It's been a bit of a lame one this year since some people (*cough*bAckline*cough*scara*cough) are in a whole other country and other people are too broke to do anything. My mum and dad came over for a few hours (after visiting my brother in Sheffield yesterday) and we went bowling and had some food but that's really been it. I haven't been in work though so that has been a bonus and I got a balloon when we went out for a meal.

Think I might have a tokenistic "birthday" mad day out in a few weeks when I can be bothered but it just leaves me feeling a bit 'huh' about how today has been: I never used to celebrate birthdays because, um, well, I just didn't but in the last few years, I've started celebrating again so when it is a lame one I think I might as well not bother.

Not making much sense - apologies. It is senility setting in at the grand old age of 22. Jeez, I'm 22 (*shock*).

Sat next to a guy with, presumably, the biggest testicles in the world, on the bus into work this morning. Even though the bus was full and people had to stand, he wouldn't close his legs to let anyone else sit on the two-person seat with him. Eventually he conceded slightly, allowing me to put one butt cheek on the seat (going around corners was fun). And then him, and his similarly large-bollocked friend, start to oh-so-obviously rate all the women getting on the bus. Classy, classy boys.

My attempt at lunch resulted in culinary disaster number 494 (note to self: cook flan before eating even if looks cooked already).

After that, we (me and friend) decided to cut my fancy-man's hair. I took up a mostly supervisory role but then when friend wasn't cutting where I said needed cutting, I took the blunt scissors in my own hand and *snip, snip, snip*, much worse than before. Oh well... (note to self: you are not a hairdresser and should only take on role when other person is unconscious and therefore can not protest).