things i will miss most # 43 & 44

# 43: taking the post down to 105 and wasting time chatting to sam (the receptionist).

# 44: jaffa cakes.

things that have made me cry (or almost cry) this past week:

* the visa debacle with MB/the embassy
* getting home too late on thursday to do anything that i needed to. chalk this one up to complete overtiredness, lack of food (i sound like a toddler) and currently emotional instability
* the last ever episode of Buffy (man, that show rocks)
* more visa debacle with the courier company. and MB.
* Everything Is Illuminated - Jonathan Safran Foer
* thinking about having to leave my house forever
* Finding Neverland (again)
* Chocolat (which for some reason, i'm annoyed about)

Something of an emotional knapsack, as HF keeps calling me.

things i will miss most # 5

(l to r: alice, laura, me, al's little sister, amy. at the forefront, my fi)

childhood best friends who, now you're supposedly grown up, meet for a "quick drink" and three hours later still find yourselves in the pub

fuck them up their stupid asses

so i spent most of my day at the embassy today. i read a whole book and still had time over (incidentally, i should have re-thought my choice of book, as it kept making me choke up, and i was thinking how terrible it would be to start crying in the middle of the embassy, in that huge waiting room, because of a sodding book.) i had to buy overpriced food because, in a case of astounding wishful thinking, i thought it would take maybe an hr and a half, two hours at most and hadn't had lunch or anything.

and then i finally get called up there for my interview (one of the last up, natch), only to find out that i'm not on the correct database, that the "organisation" that's sorting out this internship hasn't entered me.

i got outside, called the company, managed to remain calm, then went round the corner and burst into tears on the phone to my mum. not my finest moment. there were three armed police guards staring at me. excellent. one of them even strolled really unsubtly right around me, brandishing his machine gun, checking i wasn't carrying a bomb or something i expect. no, no, just your run-of-the-mill public breakdown.

i'm so fucking fed up with the company; they seem so bloody disorganised. as if moving to another country for year wasn't stressful enough without all this other shit.

so today's f-u goes to them. fuck MB, fuck them up their stupid asses.

spoofalicious, baby

'american we stand as one'

i don't know whether to laugh or cry

what film are we talking about

"so you really thought it was a good film?"
"yes! how could you not?!"
"but - the story was so messy and weak! and-"
"it was brilliant! there was such great camaraderie and that bit when-"
"yeah, okay, there was a good sense-like, nice chemistry between them all, but otherwise it was rubbish-"
"no-"
"-the storyline was just messy and sooo predictable-"
"-yeah, whatever..."
"it was!"
"it was a good film-"
"rubbish"
"nope"
"yes"
"nope"
"your mum."

nice to see we can still have eloquent discussions about films.

cheap thrills

somehow there was still room in us after that huge meal at the restaurant so we made a late night trip to the supermarket for a £2 bottle of bucks fizz and sticky toffee pudding. one of our finer plans, i feel.