My boss is sitting next to me singing the Imperial March. I fear for my job.

So I had a great day today from the moment I got out of bed and got ready at a leisurely pace while chatting to my wee sis on the phone through to the choir gig (which was awesome) and associated after party socialising. I only had two glasses of wine, too, so I can look forward to a beautiful night's kip.

Today was good. I want to hit pause just to sit and enjoy it some more before going to sleep.

Good home for energetic, boisterous, solvent workaholic with random sense of humour. Long legs, bright eyes, glossy coat, and a wet nose. Good with dogs and children. Reserved in large groups of strangers. Needs lots of love and attention - must be constantly and proactively adored - and requires constant intellectual stimulation. The more creative the better. Infinite patience and the ability to wax legs required.



Meme stolen from various.

Write a personal ad for yourself (in which you assume that you are single or otherwise available).
1) It has to make you sound as unappealing as possible
2) It has to be honest - you can't lie at all
3) It can't sound as though you're deliberately making yourself sound unappealing.

So, Mo's computer is fixed. Which means that I have my laptop back. It transpires I've forgotten how to internet.

Oh, well.

Just got results that passed my three final level exams, so only have the case study to do and a CV to submit before I'm a proper accountant. And the case study is on the 4th September... so the end is finally in sight. 'Bout effing time, say I.

I might indulge in an inebriant this evening... Off to Arran tomorrow, so don't have to be chipper for work or anything!

Love you all, and the world, and all the little fluffy creatures in it.

A whistling woman and a crowing hen are neither fit for God nor men.


Especially if the hen wears comfortable shoes.

Colleague 1: Do you have pasties in your chip shops over here?
Colleague 2: Oh, I love pies!
Bex: Yeah, me too-
Colleague 2 & Bex(at the same time): -with brown sauce!
Colleague 1: Do you know that Cornish pasties used to be part-filled with savoury filling, and part-sweet?
Colleague 2: Yeah, I'd heard that, too. Wasn't it so miners didn't get coaldust on the filling?
Colleague 1: It was. They'd throw away the blackened crust at the end of the meal.
Colleague 3(indignant): And what, exactly, is wrong with a tupperware and a napkin?
All:...

Usually, for study courses I get up at about six forty-five to get out of the house by seven thirty/fortyfive for a leisurely walk to the station to get  either the eight or the eight fifteen train to Glasgow.

I woke up this morning at 8:04. Panicked. By 8:28 I had showered, dressed, taxi-ed, bought a ticket and was on the train at Waverly. The train ran on time, and I got to my course, having had time to grab a coffee and a newspaper, at 9:30 exactly.

I am still slightly shell-shocked.

Have had head fried with study, but still alive. No more studying tonight. Anyone wanting to come over and watch films which require no intellectual engagement and eat junk food drop me a text...

Oh dear lord. It was a great party. Many thanks to LAri. Got to bed at 6:17... got up at 7:30... made my 8:00 train with 5 minutes to spare. Needless to say, there was some running.

Have somehow, miraculously, escaped hangover. More evidence that cute girls are excellent prevention. And have not yet fallen asleep despite the overwhelming excitement of the Marketing Mix in Business Strategy (yawn). May have been the XXL latte.

This afternoon may be slightly more challenging...

For anyone who needs a bit of good news.

Cat: Have you spoken to her before? She's very cool.
Bex: Yes, I like her boots.
Cat: ...
Bex: *giggles* You thought I said something else then, didn't you?

BOOKWORM:
1. Grab the nearest book
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.


"She and Susan were going home. We went to the park. Who struck Tim?"
The Dangerous Book for Boys - Conn & Hal Iggulden.

See? The lesbians are everywhere, and now they are beating up small boys. Disgraceful.

Oh, so many things have happened...

The Printer Amoeba left at the end of the year. She decided to explore other career options, and her role was being made part-time. So that's the desk on my right hand side empty.

My colleague, coffee_lifeform, is also leaving. She will be going mid-March to explore the Antipodes. Which are the bete noir of Millipedes. So that's the desk on my left hand side empty.

Perhaps I should shower more... or wear a paper bag over my head.

I passed my last Managerial level exam which I think means I've earned a CIMA Advanced Diploma in Management Accounting but I'm not sure. Finals are in May so I'll be starting study courses 17th Feb, and prep next week. Should be done in 18months or so. Done for good.

Desperately trying to socialise ad nauseum now, so that I won't miss the human contact until the end of May. Which means lots of good times with friends right now, yay.

And I've been watching a lot of Bad Girls. I think I am obsessed. I can't decide whether I want to be Nikki Wade or have her babies. You remember when I had those weird dreams that I was a vampire slayer after watching Buffy all weekend? Sure you do. Well, I'm beginning to feel a bit like a convict... I think it may cause some problems at work. Like today, I was only trying to trade a stapler for three chocolate biscuits this morning, when the Screws saw and put me on report. Bastards.

Tra la la updating Bex's journal. Hee hee hee. She's sitting right next to me mewling pitifully but I've had food and am hyperactive. Up Norf was nice, more later, love Mo Bex. ex ex ex.

EDIT: To add a great big sigh. Yes, she has had food after a long car journey and she's now bouncing off all available walls. I'm going to suggest hot milk, a bath and a story...

...and I'm going to tantrum unless she does all the voices. Once I'm tucked up in bed asleep it won't matter if she's sitting through here cackling as she gets up to heinous amounts of mischief. It's only my lj password she has, right? Right?

Hello all, look at me, look at me! I did a meme...

Also, I'll be back later to do a proper post, really, promise I will.

Honest.

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Very Low
Sloth:	Low
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	Low
Pride:	Medium

The Seven Deadly Sins Quiz on 4degreez.com

They've installed internet access at my study provider in Glasgow. I am posting (while standing in the hall) on lunch from my tutorial on Financial Analysis.

Anyone help me with calculating gain on disposal of a subsidiary? It's not cheating, it's "phone a friend".

As this means anyone walking past can read over my shoulder, I'm going to leave it at that. Don't want them all laughing at me. Okay, sandwich-time.

I have become one of those!

I'm not sure whether I never tried this before because I assumed lj would be blocked, or because I have Protestant guilt about doing anything but work while at my desk (maybe there have been recent changes to our firewall/monitoring stuff/IT spells making it possible where it wasn't before), but I have discovered that I can update from the comfort of my own workstation!

ta-DAAAA!

This means that I can (not necessarily will, as the novelty may well wear off) update more often because I don't have to wrestle a surgically-applied Mo from our home PC before using it. Also, I don't have to feel as though I should be studying, because I am allowed to take lunch. I am.

It does, however, raise the worrying spectre of "non-worksafe content"...

Right, I have given myself until dinner to update. Then I have to hit the books. My Financial Analysis textbook is beginning to look as battered as a mars bar in a chippy. Not sure how this gets the information into my head, but it's certainly cathartic.

This was supposed to be brief. Ahem.

Hmm. What has happened since I last updated? Oh, I hurt my toe. Much fussing over what is essentially a nasty stubbing. Toe now has a cute little purple collar on the underside. ( Very fetching :) )
In my initial childish excitement, I thought that it might be broken (never broken anything beforetouchwood), but as it seems to be recovering swiftly, I belive it may only be staved. Awwww.

Possibly for the best given that we are moving flats next Friday. Oh-ho, yes. Next Friday. Great anticipation in my head. Lots of wonder and glee. The big challenge between now and then will be persuading myself to study for my exam that is in exactly twenty days. Argh! June, however is freedom! Freedoooooom. Oh, and we might go to Europride in London at the invitation of one of our straight friends. Go figure. Having never been to a Pride thing before, this promises to be interesting.

What else? Went to a strip club and had a lap dance by this lovely lady.

Had hair cut again. Dyed it red again. Trying out straighteners... they don't work - I still fancy women.

Mmmm; dinner is beginning to smell good. Is only the oven equivalent of a microwave meal, but they retain the beauty-in-simplicity that is "remove packaging and place on middle shelf of preheated oven for 25 minutes".

Gosh, am hungry. Not as hungry, however, as this guy. I found the link today while doing a google search to see if I could find out just how many calories are in a Greggs mayonnaise baguette since they don't seem to have any portion control, nor do they post the nutritional value anywhere I can find. Calories in a Mexican Cheecken oval poppyseed thing, anyone?

I also, while looking for "calorie compare sandwich" in Google, found this site. I have to admit that I clicked on it initially because:

a) it had the word naked in it, and
b) the caption under the website contained the following: "... Meg the lesbian sandwich lady had been in the bar...", but I then I quite enjoyed the story of the naked bingo caller.

Anyway, I've overcooked the potatoes, and can anyone tell me the point of purple sprouting broccoli since all the dye comes out in the wash and leaves you with some rather spindly normal broccoli?

I have a very important dilemma:

In a box of Cadburys biscuits there are two varieties of round, foil-wrapped biscuit; one has lilac foil, and the other has blue. My problem is that I know one of them is Irish Cream flavour (and disgusting), but I don't know which one. I am sitting here holding one of each and I do not know which to eat.

Can anyone enlighten me?

EDIT: Quickly, they are melting...