Talk about random. I was sat in the bus station today, waiting for my bus cuz I got there way too early, and I got out my latest book [Phillip Pullman's Northern Lights if you want to know] to read while I waited. Then this bloke sits down and then this woman, so I stop reading to move up and make room for her, but she doesn’t so I’m about to go back to reading when the other bloke asks me what I’m reading. I show him the cover, say I’d heard Pullman was good and was going to try it myself. So he gets out the book he’s reading and shows it to me, about a murder mystery in Istanbul. This is normal enough, I’m in a public place, we’re both waiting for the bus so it’s not like either of us could cause any trouble for the other etc, so we carry on talking.

This guy, it turns out, is really interesting. He talks about history, how he’s related to some famous ancient Welshman. We talk about history in general and historic murder mysteries like Brother Cadfile. He tells me he’s a bit of a writer himself. Then his bus turns up. He introduces himself, does that slightly odd greeting I’m use to getting for well dragged up people, the half hand-shake followed by a kiss in the back of the hand, and he asks me for my e-mail address and gives me his. Please bear in mind he’s like my Dad’s age, so ya know… Then he has to go, and it’s all very amenable and courtly, and so utterly utterly random.

Isn’t it odd that the most random things make my day?

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W00T!! The stuff from ICS finally arrived today, and I’ve been doing it all afternoon. Aren’t you all so proud of me for concentrating on one thing for 4 hours?

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Well, I finally took the dreaded step; I have a webblog. Bleh. Still wish I could have made my own, but the calendar was far to difficult to make, and Andy [S/O] couldn’t be arsed to PHP me one. Yah!

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Wee! It’s bee a long time since I did one of these. Well, letssee.

I managed to get a job, a clerk for social services, not great, but it’s better than being some crummy shelf-stacker. So I finally have some money in the bank. Or not. I’m taking out £60 from each payday to save for a car, house and… something else. I very much doubt Andy and I will ever get our own place, simply because it’s so goddamn expensive. Cheapest flat I’ve seen is £74k, about £68k over my budget.

But I’m happy coz Andy has 8 or so weeks left at Tesco and then he can get a proper job. I’m still fucked with the whole ‘life’ thing, and am struggling to finish my novelette. Bad girl that I am, I started a new one, just as light relief, and I’m concentrating on that more than I should *slaps wrist*.
Sigh.
Any one got some neat ideas what I can do with my life?

This pic is cool, go look!

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OMG! So much has happened. Ok, so I’ll give y’all the lo-down. I left Uni 3 days early, had a lovely Christmas, tried desperately to get onto another course at Plymouth, got upset coz they wouldn’t transfer me, withdrew from the Uni, went and collected my stuff, spent the whole of January and most of February trying to get a job/ moping/ complaining I couldn’t live with my mother/ angst-ing that I had no future.

Now February’s almost over, and I’ve joined a recruitment palace, so hopefully I should be doing some office temping soon. I’m still not sure exactly what I want to do about the whole ‘life, the universe and everything’ thing, but I might try writing. I mean, I think I’m not too bad, and most of my mates like my writing.

I do have a work in progress atm that I’m gonna make myself finish, and polish. It’ll probably be the first thing in ~33 months to be finished properly, and I’m not going to re-do any of the others. They’ve gone into an archive directory, but Andy’s been talking about re-doing Net-Authors, and using them on that.

Well, now y’all are up to date, I can get on with my writing . Ciao!

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