cassie5squared | Entries tagged with real life

I live in England, renowned for its bad weather. I am known to gripe and moan to people about how it's too cold, too wet, too gloomy, etc.

But sometimes, just sometimes, I get a reminder that there are still beautiful things in the sky.

Tonight, just as it goes dark and the street lights come on, I walk into my kitchen and see a stunning full moon rising over the rooftops. I like the moon, so I can't help but stop and gaze for a bit.

Then, a few hours later, I leave the living room for something, and as I walk back in - facing the window - two stunningly bright stars are shining directly through it. One of them is Venus, immortalised in my favourite geekery as Earendil. As I go and look up at the sky properly, it becomes apparent that the sky is so beautifully clear that even through the haze of light from the city, a large number of stars are clearly visible. I wibble for a while.

Nature is bloody beautiful.

Current Mood: enthralled
Current Music: "The Bard's Song - In the Forest" - Blind Guardian

*brushing off cobwebs* There we are, still works fine. And I wanted to squee somewhere about this other than over gtalk.

...

I have a JOB! :D

Real Fundraising basically gets paid by charities out of their marketing money to send people out onto the street and fundraise. And I'm gonna be one of those people.

Accommodation, laundry facilities etc provided by the company, I get to travel all over the UK for a very decent wage, and the best part - it's FULL-TIME. No contract, no part-time, nothing like that. I have a steady job and I am over the moon. It means my internet time will be spotty and likely evenings-only, but that's a more than fair price to pay for this.

Congratulate me? :P

Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: "The Maiden and the Minstrel Knight" - Blind Guardian

You know what can be a nasty shock?

Spending the last few days happily reading through some of your favourite books while at work, chatting to co-workers about them and how much you love them and yeah, they're written for younger people but they're a nice bit of nostalgia... and then coming home last night to find the author of said books has died.

I'm in a bit of a weird headspace right now. Brian Jacques wasn't supposed to be able to die, he was one of my childhood figures who was supposed to just keep going for ever.

One of the PPC Boarders wrote this beautiful tribute for him, though; it makes me feel a little better, knowing I'm not the only one who's going to miss him.

But still. *wibble* Two of my favourite authors passed away in the last two years...

Cassie inna sad headspace. :(

Current Music: "The Bard's Song - In The Forest" - Blind Guardian

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.

Barring my second reference being terrible, whch I know it won't be, I has a JOB! :D

The interview was last Monday, and I went in today at their request to see about familiarising myself with the place. It's the local tourist information centre, and they're taking me on as a trainee. 25 hours a week for above-minimum-wage pay. ^_^

2011 is turning out to be an awesome, awesome year. Yay 2011.

So 2010's been a pretty crappy year for me. Family fights, unemployment, general depressing things interleaved with a few moments of good.

2011, on the other hand, is starting with a huge BANG of awesome.

I move house on Monday, to a bigger, more comfortable flat and away from the noisy student housing area. Yay quiet comfy flat.

AND I have a potential job in the offing! Not going to make me rich any time soon, but it's above minimum wage, good hours, and well within walking distance of my new place. Just have to keep fingers crossed I get it.

Still. Awesomeness for the beginning of 2011.

:D :D :D :D :D

So, my official tenancy agreement ran out back in October, but the staff pulled a few strings to keep me here till we could find somewhere else. We've been looking around a few housing associations, and yesterday I got invited to look around a flat.

It's twice the size of my current one, it's warm, and I love the atmosphere. In short, I officially accepted it today and will be sorting out the paperwork over the next few weeks, and will be officially moving in on January 17th. ^_^

I also has job interviews coming up in the New Year, and possible college courses, and basically life is yay. ^_^

*happy*

Current Mood: cheerful

...that I've not posted here for a fairly long time. Nothing's really been important enough for me to blog about. Until last night, because I've spent over £60 and two full days travelling to London and back (no mean feat, given I live at the other end of England) just to see my favourite band perform live.

That's right; in the... gods, only eight months since I was first introduced to Blind Guardian by the awesome

lady_rilwen, they have become my absolute favourite band.

( Cut for fangirlish waffling. )

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Valhalla - Blind Guardian

Just in case anyone notices and worries:

I'm going to be offline from today (Sunday) till Thursday, as my monthly internet allowance runs out at about 5 p.m. and I won't be able to afford any more till I get paid on Thursday.

I'm not dead, hiding, kidnapped, lost in a forest, or in hospital for anything (though you're invited to make up scenarios if you really want :P).

See y'all later.

Wheee, twenty hours and counting till I invade the sanctity of the Dwelling Of Pads And 'Selaface...

Hm. Maybe I should try getting that whole "packing" thing done.

Things to do before I go:

- Patch ripped jeans
- Pack clothes and other necessities
- Locate and pack camera, with extra batteries if need be
- Ditto paracetamol
- Choose book(s) for six-hour journey (Seriously, I've been on family trips where we can get to the other end of the country quicker, never mind the other side)
- Get staff to give me wake-up call so I don't miss the coach
- Maybe get some sleep

OMGOMGOMG.

After a fortnight or arguing with various computer sites/the bank/computer sites for the bank, I have finally managed to order, book and print off the tickets providing me with transport to the residence in which Pads and Ansela currently reside.

I get to spend Hallowe'en weekend with 'em. :D Oh, my liver is going to be complaining... it'll be so worth it though. XD

*squee*

Current Mood: bouncy

Grr. Rant. Grumble. Expletives in copious number.

( Ranting, with some swearing. )

Current Mood: frustrated

So, for all intents and purposes I vanished from teh intarwebz for a month. o.O This is Not Good.

And due to the fact that the internet/mobile broadband/whatever they call themselves company decided that I was committing fraud and cancelled my contract despite my repeated pleading with them that I was who I said I was and constant atempts to fax them the documents to prove it. Thanks a kriffing lot, dudes.

However, have been given a pay as you go dongle (USB thingy that gives you internet access, for those not in the know) by a very, very nice neighbour who refused to accept any money from me for it.

In less good news...

( Some people are sick )

Other than that, I'm just glad to be back online. If it wasn't for you guys, I'd have snapped a dozen times over this past year. So just... thanks, to all of you. Even those I don't talk to much, because you're still among mah people an' I loves ya. *hugs for all*

(And yes, I do intend to put up the Gathering report at some point very soon. Watch this space.)

Current Mood: quixotic

Dear Mister Builder Person, a few minor points:

No, this wasn't my idea. I was fine with the flat the way it is. However, I must bow to my landlord's legal requirements and let you get on with it. I know that.

I also know you're not going to get all the painting and decorating done in a day. I've done that sort of thing before. I accept that while you're working I need to be out from underfoot, so I take refuge in the communal area.

But would it really be so, so hard to shift the stuff back at the end of the day so I can at least get to my bed? This thing called sleep, I need it.

I haven't slept since Monday night.

I WOULD LIKE MY BED BACK TONIGHT KTHANXBAI.

/end rant.

Current Mood: cranky

Urgh. Urgh. Urgh.

Getting a few bottles of drink in to celebrate one's twenty-first birthday? Seemed like a great idea at the time. Get a bit tipsy, natter with my mates online, and enjoy feeling better than normal.

This scenario, however, depended on my actually measuring the amount of booze going into the drink. Which I neglected in favour of just sloshing it in and thinking "eh, that looks all right".

Note to self: this method leads to getting lost on your way to the bathroom not ten feet away and barely getting there in time to throw up, followed by stumbling back into the bedroom and literally falling onto the bed to sleep.

I remember listening to music and chatting to several people. However, did not recall what was said until this morning. Thank you very much,

julyflame, for showing me that I lose my ability to type a coherent sentence when rat-arsed.

And, um...

lycaenion,

cofmanynames, and anyone else I spoke to last night, please reassure me I didn't say anything offensive? If I did, I apologise profusely.

Hangover remedies, please. Water and painkillers only help so far... *curls up and groans*

Current Mood: crappy

So, for the last couple of weeks I've been hanging out in a cafe less than five minutes' walk from where I live. It's owned and pretty much populated by geeky, nerdy males from the local university.

Nevertheless, they're all very friendly and now consider me a regular, to the point where I was invited to a private party there this Monday just gone and I now know half their names.

However, the main owner, Frankie, is from Europe (he seems to come from about half of the countries on the western coast of the continent) and therefore has occasional difficulties with the English language; he also has a very don't-care attitude to criticism and a very good sense of humour. He was the one who wrote the menu board, too.

These factors caused this scene in the cafe just now.

Customer: *looks at menu board* I'll have a misspelled cappuccino.
Johnno (one of the part-owners and workers): *stares at board* How many "p"s are there in cappuccino?
Other custmer: Two.
Johnno: Really?
Me (across room, loudly): Yes.
Johnno (to Frankie): Frankie, you spelt cappuccino wrong.
Frankie (totally unruffled): Johnno, shut the frak up.
*general hilarity*

I love these guys. :D

Current Mood: giggly
Current Location: Cafe
Current Music: Requiem For A Dream soundtrack

Yes. So. Hello, everyone. I'm alive. *waves*

This last week has been pretty damn good. The people who are on my Prince's Trust course are all lovely, lovely people and I look forwards to spending the next eleven weeks with them. This opinion may or may not be partly due to the fact that, despite my being a total nerd/geek/completely different person to the rest of them (I'm the only one there who passed my GCSEs, and I spend half my time reading TRC or writing angsty backstories for Agent Nat) they all, every single one, stood up for me when another group started bullying me yesterday.

Lovely people.

In other news: I miss everyone online so, so much. I miss giggling with Sara, planning various random PPC episodes with KG in a rambly fashion, chatting to Pads and Trojie and other people whom I chat with on an intermittent basis, RPing and OFUing with OA...

And I miss Plat. I really, really miss him. I know things have been difficult for him. I know it'll be months and months before I get to see him, if ever. I know I haven't got any internet yet because the fucking company won't accept that I paid their fucking bill. I know he's been reconsidering the idea of our being together.

But goddammit I miss him so much. I've cried myself to sleep thinking about him every night this week.

I'm such an idiot. But I can't help it. I love him.

...Damn, this post turned depressing. Well, I'll sign off here, then. Maybe I can be less miserable next time.

Current Mood: melancholy

Ganked off Cirichen, from a while back when I stumbled across it.

Comment and I will....
a) Tell you why I friended you.
b) Associate you with something -- a fandom, song, color, photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask you something I've wanted to know about you.
f) Tell you my favorite userpic from your list.
g) In return, you need to post this on your own LJ.

...

And in other news, there is no news. Other than that the oh-so-intelligent benefits agency has decided to stop my benefits on the basis that I didn't send in a form to let them know I'm still incapacitated. A form they never told me I neded to send in. So after several frantic calls, they've agreed to send out a new form and let me restart my claim.

Stupid benefits people.

Other than that, things are going well. I have several books on the go, a nice little bit of sewing to do and my writing and recording to work on. I've got plenty to keep me busy.