Complicated Thoughts

Today is merely a continuation of yesterday. Work somehow merges the weekend into one big day that only seems to last the length of a normal day. Life, eh. Before I know it I’ll be married with 3.1 children in surround sound…

I went out with my mum again, first to the dump and then to find her some shoes. A surprising number of people want to dump goods on a Sunday lunchtime. I guess Sunday is the DIY/gardening day. We had left some of our gardening bags for so long, procrastinating the trip to the dump, that they had started to ferment at the bottom. A… vibrant smell I can tell you now.

But yeh, anyway. I managed to persuade my mum to get two pairs of shoes. She doesn’t really spend money on herself and the shoes were different enough that my persuasions were justified and succeeded. Score! 😀 I also managed to get myself a lovely pair of leather ankle-high boots with my mum paying for half. Score x2! 😀

I was sitting in the shop looking at all the shoes and thinking of what their intended purpose was. Originally we skinned some animals lower in the food chain so we could run from the ones higher up (think big lions, heh). I guess weather and terrain conditions were actually closer to the real reasons and probably to escape some of the bugs crawling around and nipping at our toes. Still, whatever the reason, we weren’t so fussed on what they looked like as long as they protected us. Thinking about where the difference came in immediately made me think of the rich, but it was probably a little bit before then. I bet there was one man who was better at skinning and stitching than the rest and he became the cobbler. Of course, when you have a job title your trade becomes your product and there becomes a standard of quality. That man would not have been the only shoe-maker in the village and they would have competed in quality and price. So thus becomes the difference. The rich get the best, the poor get the leftovers and as time goes on and costs change and the rich get bored, new shoes are made with slight differences, introducing style. Well, this is how I imagine it. Could be total codswallop. 

We got back home in time to watch Britain beat Italy in the boxing (YEEESSSSS!!!!) and when that was over the phone rang. My mum picked it up and started listening intently before going upstairs to pass it to my dad. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but it sounded like an automated message so was a little confused as to why they were paying so much attention to it. I was trying to get my mum’s attention to find out what was wrong as my dad was going ‘oh god’ to the phone. I immediately thought that there was some tax or government thing that had caught us out and we had lost all our money or something. I have to say that this is a selfish thought considering the truth, but at the time seemed reasonable considering the situation. 
When my dad had finished with the phone he explained that one of his closest friends, a family friend, had cancer of the oesophagus. Makes my original thoughts seem a little self-obsessed. His wife had texted the home phone which is why it was read out in an automated voice. I have to say that that was the last thing that I was expecting to hear out of the blue. This man smokes a lot and always has, but we don’t talk to him or his family enough to keep up with the news. As far as I could tell they messaged us as soon as they had confirmed the diagnoses. Certainly leaves me with complicated thoughts.


What a day for London, UK

Well, I’m still shattered from my rude awakening in the morning, but a haircut, new shoes and an iced lemonade helped calm me down a bit 😀 

AND, OF COURSE~~~~~ the Olympics!!!! What a result for our Olympians today – especially loving Mo! Kudos should also go to McKeever in the canoeing and Campbell in the boxing, you did us proud! xxx


Because of the new job I have been waking up at an un-Earthly hour of the morning. Coming from university, this has been a shock to my system, even after some weeks holiday (still got up late…). So for me the weekend is the elusive rest time. A peaceful time to rest and enjoy life however I see fit. This means getting up when I want.
Today I was woken up by my loving parents who thought it was quite time enough for me to be awake. I have a couple of problems with this.
1) they have not woken me up for years, I swear. Why start now?
2) because of the lack of sleep I’ve been having (plus the remains of a cold), being woken up early is probably the thing which stresses me out most. I mean, REALLLY stresses me out. I bet my blood pressure sky-rocketed.
Normally I would be roughly awake at 11:30 and be mildly pissed off if I went to bed late and was woken up. Today I could not cope with it. Still cannot really. It is the sort of stress that builds up in the back of your throat and makes you want to cry, productive or not.
You would think that it would be logical that if I was still asleep, it would be because I needed it. I tend to wake up when I’m fully rested so it’s not like I sleep just for the sake of it. If I were just laying in bed then they could have checked by asking softly or something, rather than talking loudly through the door and banging on it. Note the rising stress levels. It’s like being torn out of a dream by a few hairs on your head and yanked into reality. And of course they expect me to remember everything that they say during the process of adjusting myself to reality and grasping onto the remnants of the dream I was having. Note another stress-making point.
I have probably ranted and raved enough, but I just wanted to make the point that I don’t like being woken up. Especially when I need sleep. The sad thing is that on better days I have explained all this lovingly to my parents and they don’t listen, or if they do they ignore it. It is a wonder that I’m as sane as I am with parents that don’t listen to anything I say. (Not joking here, the more important it is, the less they listen)


Wooooo for Fridays! So close yet so far to the weekend… great day full of anticipation 😀 At 8:56 I have 4 minutes before work starts.

Yesterday I was relocated to the sales/marketing area of the office ~ kidnapped! I went to talk to one of the guys in the office and next thing I know he is saying, I’ve talked to [boss] and we both agree that you should be sitting near me. So thus I was caught.

Britain did great at the Olympics yesterday, woo! Great stuff 😀 Going to Hyde Park today to meet a friend and her potential beau, then off to see colleagues’ band in Old Kent Road. Should be an interesting day!


Found this in a document at work from yesterday haha

So this is the end of the day and of this document for now. What a waste of a day. Peeved off ein bischen. Ich will keine Verbindung zu ihm.

 Keep working until the end, go me! I should really start my own website. It is only under £9 a year! Check on godaddy how many pages I can have. Surely you can have pages coming off pages, that is what a domain is, correct?

I came before bladepanther *hmph*. I think. Obviously a guy. Obviously. Taking my, an innocent girl’s name. Grah. I might not be so innocent, though. I can’t stay longer than 6, really.


Yeh, it was the end of the day, I needed a break hehe. I don’t actually speak German – Google translate did the work 😛 So it could be wrong…. oh well!


Me tired now, and sniffling worse than… a sniffler? I’m sure there is some example I could use, but can’t think of one! I’ll blame it on the ill body (because it must be affecting the mind, obviously).

Ciao Ciao & night night amigas and amigos xxx (yes I know amigos would do, but as a woman I feel amigas is more inclusive :p)