A train just went past. It was louder than I remember it being but I think that’s just cos I was thinking about it. Because I’m thinking about things so I can have things to write about. Now Helen has just looked at the clock and said “Fuck.” and I know it is because last time we (or at least I) checked the time it was 65 minutes ago. She has to get up in approximately 6 1/4 hours. I shall work this out in minutes. It is 375 minutes. I could count them individually if I wanted to. I don’t want to. I can sleep in til 2 if I like. That makes me feel warm inside. Warmer than she does at least.

Ok, so lets look at why I decided to start a blog again. Jeremy said he had, so I remembered I am highly unoriginal and when I hear an interesting idea I copy it. So I copied it. He said he had written quite a lot about a certain housemate of ours. I want to as well, except I’m not sure what to say. You can usually hear her chatting to Oliver from up here, but I can’t any more which either means she is now sleeping, trying to sleep (she has lots of sleeping problems!) or Oliver has gone to bed and she is on facebook doing trivia for silly US TV shows. Ok I am only gonna bitch about what she has done today. At dinner she specifically asked for cauliflower in the dishing-up process, then when presented with said vegetables at the table decided she no longer wanted them. She also claimed that she had been studying British people and concluded they all collect food on the back of their fork and put it in their mouth. These are both tame examples of the potential annoyance and more examples of how she is absolutely fucking mental.

bed time now, helen has fallen asleep. i should too.

updated:

Donna – manager:

 Donna is quality. She always seems to be smiling yet then again she always seems to be complaining about something as well. Usually about head office not sending us enough shoes or us having too many shoes to fit in the stockroom, usually both simultaneously. Having said this she's always upbeat and, when playing balloon volleyball, turns into a little girl, with occasional flashes of an angry pub pool player. Donna has really bad migraines (ah the joys of not having to pronounce the first syllable of that word) which means sometimes shes off for a while. She says she can't leave her bed for days but I think she's just making it up. I haven't had a day off sick since i started working here. She was off sick when I started working here. Lazy. NO commitment. Only joking, she's wicked, I threw a ball full power at her head the other day while she was making an important phone call and she didn't seem to mind at all. Oh one last thing about Donna, she is my manager both in terms of shoes and music. She's always singing or talking or something involving sound.

Thais – assistant manager:

Nicknamed the Brazilian Beauty Thais does her best to stay in shape. She did kickboxing lessons but her teacher came into our shop today and blanked her. She wasn't happy. She eats really healthily which I think is great, if she didn't make me feel bad for not eating as healthily as she does. She complains when I have crisps or pizzas or mcdonalds… thats one thing, but today she criticised my choice of white bread, saying that humans cannot digest wheat, which apparently is in it. I asked her why people eat Weetabix and Shreddies if they can't digest any of it and she didn't directly answer the question. She does give me a lot of fruit though, which I don't mind. She likes big bananas apparently. I am Thai's mentor as I taught her guitar. Last (and only) time I saw her play she could play the verses of Wonderwall and Polly (mainly cos they have pretty much the same chords). Thai can't handle her drink and was sick on my shoe once. now her doctor says she can't drink, she thinks its for a medical reason, but i reckon it was just for her own good.

Seb – sales assistant:

Seb's girlfriend is over 10 years older than him which immediately makes him cool. He is a Phillipino replica of Anthony Hutton, winner of Big Brother 6 in looks and personality. Ironically the most important thing he wants to this year is get into Big Brother 7 (applications Mar 4th or thereabouts). He thinks he's proper buff, he wishes I was gay so I could stare at him all day. If Thais gets looks from all the blokes on the NOrthcote market, Seb is a higher class of eye candy as he gets looks from all the Yummy Mummies who come into our shop. He once accused an admiring little girl of stalking him in front of her mum; she was not best pleased. Seb likes inebration. HE managed to get stranded in Brighton after a heavy night and not come to work for a weekend, which was funny. before he came i was the only guy and he stole my territory, the bastard. But lets just say, that I have bigger feet than him. He thinks he's hard but I'd rather hav Donna as protection on a dark nite than Seb. Oh and he wants to be a fireman, but i think he got rejected cos he farts too much and that amount of gas emission is not safe in a fire environment. UPDATE: he's got me saying bruv all the time now. damn him

 Lydie – sales assistant:

Lydie took over my hours quite recently. I don't know her as well as the others but she's lovely. To be fair to her, she rarely stops talking. Her picture is meant to demonstrate this with a blurry mouth but due to shoddy worksmanship this is hardly demonstrated. She is by no means as ugly as the picture implies. I recently found out her name is not Lydie after all but is Trucia. I fully understand why she goes by the name Lydie instead. Lydie is yet to fall in love with me like the others have but I feel its coming soon.

Weekend people

Porscha – even after hours of attempted explanation by me n Daisy porscha still thought that it was not only physically possible, but a definite possibility to go without any food until August in order to lose weight. We manage to wittle her down to the end of March. She said she'd leave me a note next weekend to say how she was doing, but i sed id just visit her in the hospital. As predicted she was off sick the next weekend.

Morwenna – lil morwenna is cool, find her nice n easy to talk to. Unfortunately i hav nothing to rinse her about on here, which probabl makes her the most sane of the group.

Daisy – daisys cool as well. quiet. yeh again, not much to say.

Anisa – hardly ever comes in – always off sick. Just like Donna. Lazy.

Not much to say about the others, this blog is already terribly mundane as it is, im gona stop it. I can 100% guarantee nobodys interested in this.

Decided recently that being without school and without a job is not as fun and free as i thought it would be. A lot of sitting about wishing you were doing something but not having anything to do or anyone to do it with. I thought this blog would be vaguely fun (in a very loose sense of the word) but nobodys gonna read it and i wouldn’t really want them to either cos its crap. O well. It definitely will be crap if I continue in this negative low self-esteem manner, so from now on I’m take on the persona of a cool.

Now that I’m only working part-time and in afternoons I can afford to stay up late and waste time doing pointless things instead of sleeping. Last night I was very bored and Steve got me to start this blog. I also decided that I should take up sketching so I drew some pictures of some friends. Hopefully nobody reading this will know who they are meant to be and therefore see how shabby the pics are. I did another one but it was bollocks & very offensive to the subject.

Oh and no I don’t draw guys. Im worried if i spend too long looking at a guy’s face I’ll turn queer.

anyhoo… expect more.