Well, winter has definitely graced us with her freezing cold presence at last. I think this is a \o/ yay moment I love walking to work at the moment, cuz the mist gets caught in the reeds and trees that line the edge of the pond, and I don’t think I really mind the cold any more.

Work is going quite well, the guys around me sometimes get a little too guy-ish, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. I think they are okay with what I’m doing.

NaNoWriMo isn’t going quite so well. My word count is around 4500. I thought the story was progressing quite nicely, but Andy says it’s not believable enough. I think that’s just a nice way of saying I’m crap.

My card still hasn’t been activated. I need to find out if they have either changed my PIN, or if they will let me know when it will be activated. It sucks not having my card, and my money.

Owen has changed our ‘net access over to wireless. This would be nice if the fucking thing didn’t keep going down every 10 minutes.

Don’t e-mail me @ mistress@druidx.co.uk. The mailserver I’m attached to has buggered up and I can’t receive mail, only send it. If you need to mail me use drux73@hotmail.com.

I’ve been feeling quite odd recently. On one hand, things are going quite well for me, and I’m happy. But on the other hand I feel really really lame and that makes me sad. This has no relevance with anything, I just wanted to share.

So that’s my life atm. I don’t think I’ve done anything very exciting, but if I don’t keep regular updates you’ll think I’ve died

Mood: Ho-hum

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This was inspired by this thread, and I thought I would share it with everyone who doesn’t vist Spacefem.com.

I reserve the right to spell like crap, use bad puntuation and grammar, and to use abbriviations and calloquisms where I see fit, because I’m dyslexic and lazy.

I reserve the right to sit on my ass in front of my computer playing games if that is what I want to do.

I reserve the right to express myself in bad poetry and writing and inflict it upon the world.

I reserve the right to be moody.

I reserve the right to eat whatever I damn well please, even if I know it will make me sick.

I reserve the right to swear and ‘blashpheme’ when ever I damn well please.

I reserve the right to have my own opinions about anything, including politics, religion and things girls shouldn’t, according to socity, have opinions on.

I reserve the right to run around semi-nekkid when I am hot, and put on lots and lots of clothes and blankets when I am cold.

I reserve the right to be clean when I want to be and messy when I feel like it.

I reserve the right not to have to make ‘small talk’ or talk to anyone about how I feel, esspecially my mum, if I don’t want to.

I reserve the right to be uncontrolable, unpredicable, and wholely and utterly me.

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Work: is still okay. Did a couple of extra jobs last week, and got my pay cheque. I got 2½ hours overtime without even realising it, and I get 8£ per overtime hour which is pretty sweet. Still can’t get to money, though I do have my card back, but it’s not ‘activated’. Hopefully it should all be cool by monday, tues at the latest.
NaNoWriMo word count: 2074. Yes I’m pitiful I know. Even thought Andy and I went to Boarder’s this weekend at the adverstised times, we didn’t see any other NaNo writers [but if you were there we're sory we didn't see you!]

Things that have been happening. This weekend Alex came up to give kat’s parents some presents from her [which incidently went really well; Alex recons scarily too well] and to see me and Andy. We dragged him to Boarders with us and sat in the cafe, then at 1430 ish went to burgur king for andy to eat, then we walked home along the beach and up through the woods. Got in, flopped and watched the first half of Batteries not Included [so cool] then went to see Kat’s ‘rents. Stopped off on the way back to get alchohol and some filling for these spanish things he made from maize meal. They were okay, very dry and a bit doughy, but very filling. I finished off the wine and he had about a quater of a bottle of Morgan’s Spiced Rum [an interesting drink]. Then on Sunday he spent the reminder of his time at mine, got on well with my family ['He's quite a nice chap' - my Dad], then I showed him Owen and Sarh’s house [read: building site], and we went for a really cool walk up Lady Wimbourn’s Drive and on to Canford Heath for a bit, then I convinced his Ratness to drop Lex back at the station. A very cool weekend.

Last weekend, I stayed at Andy’s on the friday, then got picvked up 10 minuets after wakeing up by my ‘rents cuz we were going up to see some freinds in Bromyard [nr Worcester]. We stopped off at a service station so I could get some food and the fucking ATM ate my card [hence what I was blathering about at the start of this entry]. Anyway, I shan’t bore you with the details of that, but it was a very enjoyable weekend, and reminded me that kinds aren’t really quite that bad after all. Even if they do stick pens into printers *cringes slightly*.

Yeah, things are going okay, excpet for my novel. Andy says I’m putting myself under undue pressure over it, and thus it’s not as fun as I thought it would be. Oh, and I’ve lost my voice. And Alex forgot to give me my shoulder rub [but he's coming back 1st weekend in Dec to go christmas shopping so I'll get one then]

I should probably get on with my novel now….
Ciao!

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Work is going: well. It’s tireing, but I’m getting to know people better and having a laugh with them.

NaNoWriMo word count: 960. It’s not very good is it, but hings have been so hectick and tiering, I either haven’t had chance to write or have been to knackered.

Things I have to rant about: I’ve just been attacked by two spam bots who commented on every single post with ramdom IP addresses. I just gone through and deleted them all. I also hate the sexism in clothes manufacturers. I have a small head right, so I have to buy kiddies hats. I go into many shops for said hat [a beany to be exact] and the choice is pink or blue. I mean, seriously, come on. Bah. I also have dry lips.

Things I have to say: Alex, I haven’t had any time so I probably won’t be able to make it up to you the weekend we said I would, I’m sorry, [even though I would kill for one of your shoulder rubs]. I haven’t even had time to e-mail you, I’m so sorry, but I thought it was better to let you know now, than stand you up, and did I mention I was sorry?
Gods, kat I miss you so much. Things are so hecktic, I wish I could just go and chill with you for a few hours.

Ragh. Just, generally, ragh.

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Okay, so I get payed £6/hour. I work for 8 hours a day [8:30-17:00, half hour lunch break]. There are 5 working days in my week, and there are 4.5 weeks to a month.

[[[6*8]5]4.5]=
[[48*5]4.5]=
240*4.5=
1080

If my calculations are correct I will get one thousand and eighty pounds stirling in one month.

Sweeeeeeeet

Adendum: I just got told I’m going to loose about 8% with National insurance, and some more from tax, but tax is variable, so it’s still sweeeet

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Heh, well what with colds and severs that don’t switch on, I never got to do this that day I wanted to.

To Andy.
You are my light, my life, my love. You are my best friend, my best enemy. We’ve had our break-ups and make-ups, but then they say that nothing easy is worth it. So here I sit, missing you intently, with a headache and tears in my eyes, just wanting to tell you this:

I love you.

Yeah, so cuz on Sat we missed it, we temporarily moved out aniversary to Hallow’en. It was a nice night, very mystical and pretty, with a cool moon [the second red moon I've ever seen], and some funny accents. [It's odd, I've never thought of myself even faintly having a 'Darset' accent, but last night, maybe cuz I was soooo tired, I started elongating my 'R's into a dorset accent. Sorry. I know that no one but me finds that odd, but it's bugging me slightly...]

It was a nice night babe, I’m glad you came with us, and I do love you very much XX

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Work: is going well. Still having issues getting into the machines and with screws, but things are getting better.

NaNoWriMo word count: 0 on paper. Haven’t started actually writing anywhere than in my head atm.

Things I need to rant about: My squeaker is fucked. Or rather, my squeaker port is fucked, which means a new motherboard. I fix computers all day at work, I don’t want to have to fucking fix my own! It should just work I don’t know. I’m just so tired, and so flustrated with it, it’s making me so upset. I know I’m being irrational and whiney, but I can’t help it I’m just so sick of using other people’s machines, I want mine. Owen suggested I use the comp I’ve been fixing for him, but it’s like someone asking me to replace a favourite teady bear, ya know? *sigh* Will some one come fix my computer for me? I might even pay you… *slumps into a little ball and crys*

Mood: Needs a hug

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