Fishbowl Night

I haven't written a blog for a few days now, i blame this on a fishbowl. Well a few fishbowls to be quite honest.

Another legendary Helpdesk Fishbowl night was enjoyed by all on Friday night, and i have only just begun to feel motivated again. Twas a fun night as they always are. The day we have a bad fishbowl night, will be the end of the beloved fishbowls.

ANyways since then i have mostly been...errrr i am rather ashamed to admit - not very much.

My procrastination abilities have been at a all time high. In fact, they have probably topped those of my University 'I have to write a 5,000 word essay by 3pm, and its now 6am in the morning and i am mashed.' Oh, those days were so frivalous.

I have taken Monday (today) and Tuesday (tomorrow - keep up!) off work....SUPER YAY! Today, i mooched around, filled with a indescribable sense of smugness at not being in work.

I went to the nightmare that is The Trafford center. It is truely a dastardly place; i dont recommend anyone ever ventures within 5 miles of it.......EVER.

I only managed to withold the terror for around 1 hour before i skulked off in search of my soul. I caught up with it, but i fear it is forever tainted.

I did, however have some success. I purchased DVD's, 'Eagle Vs Shark' - which i bought mainly for the title. How can a film with such a superb title be wrong? I am going to watch this perceived work of genuius tonight. It was made by the amazing team behind 'Napoleon Dynamite' so i am sure i am not going o be dissapointed. It is however, based in New Zealand i think...and my ex boss was from there..no offence whatsoever to New Zealanders but i shiver at the utterance of the accent. I need to meet a superior New Zealander who can eradicate this painful phobia. I'm ashamed i even feel that way. I am just wrong, just wrong.

Wrong

Wrong

Wrong

X 18 ZILLION

I also bought 'High Fidelity' starring John Cusack, one of my ALL TIME FAVOURATE actors. So once again, i am in for a almost certain treat.

Monday night, is now 'Treat Night' although saying that i probably wil not watch both films. I will in truth, most likely, if i know myself like i think i do...i shall loose the battle against the sleeping devils and 'doze off.' - I feel i have just aged like 90 years using the phrase 'doze off.' oh well, i digress.

Bad Anwen.

So, yes i had a rather successful shopping expedition.

I also bought 2 books. One Charlie Brooker - the man is a LEGEND, i repeat LEGEND. Plus one Guy Browning book. Both ooks are a collection of both writers articles which feature wekely in the Saturday Bible, sorry Guardian newspaper. I type this whilst actually disagreeing with myself...i actually have been swaying the the other side, the dark side of late...and buying...*da da darrr* (my impression the ...uhhhh not sure what the sound is...but believe me....its haunting and will have you in suspenders....(tight ones).... 'The Times.' Although i have still been faithful to The Guardian.

That is All.

Oooh almost forgot;

I awoke this morning and floundered into my living room. Yes, i flounder in the morning.

I, whilst checking my youtube page (yes i am a total nerd) happened to notice my scraggy but edible (typo) reliable notebook on the side of the sofa, and spotted the following; (See Pic Above.)

What does it all mean?? I can't quite remember, and i promise, i hadn't been drinking at ALL. I am Tee Total for the majority of my life these days (apart from epic fishbowl nights... of course.)

Void opposite me & Dentist Gone Wild

Had a pretty emotional day today.
It was one of my colleagues and more importantly, my friends' last day at my workplace today.
I am going to miss her alot, there will definately be a vacuous void where she used to sit, which unfortunately was directly opposite me, so i shall be haunted every day with remembering just how super she was, and that will now highlight just how empty the space now will be, the space she used to sit in, directly opposite me.

I also went to the dentists today, again not a particulary enjoyable thing. I had a big needle stuck into the depths of my jaw, and never really got told why, in fact, i needed this doing? I am still vague on the whole episode and retrospectively, i kind of feel a bit of a wierdo for not thinking of asking him to explain exactly what was wrong with my tooth, that required a big needle going into the depths of my gum. He also drilled some white stuff onto my tooth and at one point, i had like a screw in my tooth. It was a large screw and i had a thought thati hoped the dentist didn't suddenly had a heart attack or faint, because if he did, then i would be in limbo with a large screw sticking out of my tooth, what would i do? Panic would set in within 12 seconds and i would be running around the surgery, suffering the indignity of having a screw sticking out of my tooth. Knowing th only person who could remove it efficiently was the dentist who was immobile and unconcious on the floor ahhhh. Luckily, nothing of the sort happened and i am pleased to report that the screw left my mouth as quickly as it appeared.
The dentist did leave the room for about 25 seconds at one point, which freaked me out a bit, but he returned and all was okay.
I then proceeded to spend the next few hours in a wierd state of 'one side of face dead-itus.'

Alas, it was probably conductive to something.

I shall most certaintly have some wierd & terrifying dream about either;

A) Needles having a party in my mouth
B) A screw deciding to move into one of my teeth & then deciding against he whole idea when it realised that the neighbours next door had a rather large dog which barked each and everytime someone walked past the house
C) A room full of worms singing 'one way or another' (Blondie) and eating sweet & sour sauce, through straws....but then thats another story all together. I shall explain more about this one day.

Anyway an okay day...well i say that now, after the emotional goodbye and the vague doctor it was a bit well, muhmumaooooow ---> seriously, say that how it looks to be pronounced and i swear, that sums up my day in one swift breath of oddballity.

Brilliant Day off Work & Big Cartoon Bear

Sooo today i took the day off work, twas and still is a wonderful day.
I have managed to do 2, yes TWO things of my weekend to do list. I have organised my study/gym and have additionally organised my administration type things. I have sorted through all my bills and that.
I feel thoroughly productive (a rare & alien feeling.)
I also managed to pop over to see my sister for a afternoon chat and drink of apple juice.

I had an interesting all be it whacky dream last night. Basically i was being hunted down my two bad men. They were like the jigsaw from Saw, in that they were planning all sorts of terrible and horrific things to hurt me, now as most dreams go, they didn't actually say 'we are like the guy from saw' i just knew, i just simply KNEW.
Anyays i think i was kind of escaping from them, until...i managed to somehow hit their car with a big metal prong (for loss of a better description.) They obviously witnessed this and decided to hunt me down...i remember there being a huge mammoth house, full of rooms and very traditional in style. I ran in to the house to escape the wraith of the 'jigsaw type men'. They, followed.
I remember thinking that there were so many rooms, so i could easily find a effective hiding place, although at the back of my head i was thinking'there is no way you are going to be able to hide from these guys'. I hid somewhere and of course, they found me...i then had to follow them around for a bit, a ghastly feeling of dread following me around, knowing that at any second they could destroy me. Until, somehow, (well this is a dream i suppose) somehow out of nowhere i was stood on some raised train tracks overlooking a wasteland kinda field. There was a lone house, well not really a proper house, it was like the shell of a house, and in this house was a massive cartoon style animated ...bear. Yes, a cartoon bear, flailing around (as cartoon bears usually do.)

This was my dream last night.

Absolute Annoyance and Anger

I am soooooo annoyed and upset. My sister and her boyfriend's bikes were stolen today. My sister had a total of 3, yes THREE locks on her bike and it still got nicked. It was in broad daylight in the centre of Manchester, just off the busiest street (Market Street).
I feel so sorry for them, they are devastated. What kind of individual goes around stealing other peoples things? What does it take for someone to do this and still wake up the next morning and live? I feel utter anger towards these degenerates, i only hope that karma exists and that the will get their communpance. I actually do believe they will and i hope that they get attacked my a two toed sloth (apparently more volatile than a three toed sloth).

My sister does not deserve this.

Other than that i have had an okay day really, attended a BBQ which was superb and got to hang out with my mates new kittens which are probably the two cutest things i have seen in a looooong time.

I shall write more tomorrow but for tonight, i am too annoyed. I am going to call up some favours from my two toed sloth allies.

That Is All.

My To Do List is rather predictably being procrastinated over.

My To Do List For This Weekend;

Purchase and read newspapers
Ring gran
Organise study/gym
Collate list of phone numbers to call
Remove DVD’s from study/gym and reinstate in living room
Adventure out somewhere
Sort through bills
Tidy up wardrobe
Investigate for things that look like humans
Nip to the shops
Attend BBQ on Saturday
Try some new recipes
Exercise

I won't do any of this...well i will attend the BBQ, and buy the papers. That is all.

• Some notes and thoughts from the day;
  
  'Omnibus' – where did that word come from?
  
  
  'Broodrooster' – another & much cooler word for toaster. It is Dutch; 'bread' + rooster 'grill'[edit]
  
  1. toaster Retrieved from "http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/broodrooster"
  
  I just suffered what i am going to call 'Lickbarrassment'.
  'Lickbarasment' = Embarrassment about eating an ice lolly when other are around.
  
  My Mission for the weekend (cos lets face it, i probably won't do much on my list.) I shall seek out things that look like humans.

Apathetic Lies Dont Count

11:41 a.m: I am at work. I Am very annoyed, very very very annoyed, annoyed Anwen is Annoyed. My day was going remarkably okay, but now it is not, as the result of ...errr crap. I just want to go home and hide. Luckily for me though, it does appear to be flying by so before I know it I will be at home, away from all this nonsense.

So today I decided to keep a tally of how many times I lie, by ‘lie’ I don’t mean big big lies, I mean unimportant little lies, just small things which make life;
A) Easier
B) Stops you having to talk as much
C) Is less hurtful than the truth.

Okay its now 14:15pm and I am actually amazed by how little I have lied!!! Not that I thought I was a serial liar or anything but anyone who says they don’t lie, are most definitely a liar. A liar of the very worst kind. An ironic liar. In fact, if you wanted to tell if someone was a terrible liar or not, you should ask them….if they answer no, then you know they are a worse liar than the person who said ‘yes, I am a liar.’ You can guarantee that they lie al the time, although on the other hand, those who answer 'Yes, i lie from time to tim' could be double bluffing you, and could infact, be Liars Bluffington - the king of liars & the governor of liarsville-on-sea.

According to my tally, I have lied 5 times so far, which isn’t bad at all! Please remember none of these are big lies.
I have realised that, these lies, aren’t technically lies…most of them fall into the grey category of ‘agreeing with someone….’ Or 'not disagreeing with someone'. Mostly I am too lazy and apathetic to care, so I just agree or disagree as appropriate – whichever is quickest.Is it technically a ‘lie’ if you don’t actually say anything? If I nod to a comment I disagree with, have I then lied…? Probably.

Although it is a very different level of lying when compared to the whole fabricating of a story.
That is terrible.
Or is it?
Indeed it is.
But really...is it?

Random Coversations + LOL Cats + Scams = Another Day in the Office

Written whilst I definitely should have been ‘working’.

All day I have been thinking it is Tuesday (its Wednesday today), not sure why though, but its somewhat wierd because even though I realise its Wednesday I keep forgetting and thinking that its Tuesday, maybe I am actually still asleep and am going to wake up any second giggling insanely to myself. It wouldn't be the first time hee haw hee haw.

I cried before 10 pm today, which doesn’t beat my cry before 9am last Friday (I know, sacrilege to cry on a Friday – there is no excuse.) I should not let work get to me in that way, oh well.

I am trying to list all the things I need to do this coming weekend, although this is proving to be fruitless at the moment, mainly because the weekend seems to be so far away. I know in the back of my mind that I have so much I need to get done.

So the big thing in my office at the moment is LOL CATS, they get myself and my colleagues (plus my sister, mum, dad and various friends) through the day in a spectacular fashion.

Just had a extremely dodgy call from a credit card company, very random and extraordinarily worrying seeing as I have never made any kind of credit card application. I am fairly confidnet that this call was some kind of elaborate and evil scam. This triggered numerous conversations about what the world is coming to. I now have to get a credit report to check that no money is being stolen from my accont - this makes me a sad Anwen, a very sad Anwen indeed.

Discussions going on at work today; If you were on a desert island and could only have one fruit, which fruit would it be?If you were on; stars in their eyes’ would you be?What is your favourite ice lolly?Viking Re-enactments in Norway.Who are favourite people in the company are. Things I learnt today; What is one of the first words? It is Salmon and apparently is pronounced and spelt the same in every language.

Credit card companies can and do cold call, why wouldn't they? They have NO SOULS.

Just recieved a text message form one of my best friends. He witnessed what sounds like a horrific car/motorbike accident, this reminds me of one of my earliest and most profound memories.

I was probably about 7 years old. My Dad, my sister and i were playing in a kids park, which just happened to be (quite inapprpriately) placed smack bang (excuse the pun) in the middle of a very busy junction (city planners must have been on smack) anyways, i remember we were happily playing away, then out of nowhere there was a phenominally loud bang. It sounded horrendous, mostly because of the penetratingly loud sound, which struck out of absolutely nowhere.

Maybe it sounded worse because i was so little? If i witnessed the same thing today maybe it wouldn't seem to scary, but at that time, it was terryfing. I can remember how in a moment life changed, one minute i was blissfully happy and content then the very next i was rendered motionless by this noise.....I think that this feeling that in a minute, everything can change has stuck with me throughout my life. At the back of my mind I am always painfully aware that everything may be wonderfull one minute but within a split second the world can be terrifying.

Unadulterated Freestyle Action

Sooo today was okay, a bit up and down though - i wasn't liking the inconsistency.

The morning was stress central, but i am pleased to report that my day steadily picked up and hit a fairly relaxing crescendo mid afternoon.

I am however, saddened to report that my demon wisdom tooth has returned...again, form the depths of gum hell.

Although this has annoyed me, i feel passionate that i should not concentrate my energies on getting annoyed by it. It is afterall, just a tooth...trying to stumble (force) its way into the world that is my mouth.

I plan on taking next Monday off - which fills me with sweet happiness and excitement. I shall have a lie in, followed by the biggest bowl of weetabix the world has ever witnessed. SRSLY.

The LOL Dream fairy did not visit me last night, which deeply dissapointed me, i wonder....will i ever get to experience the pure unadulterated joy of a LOL dream?

I recently read about a study that was conducted into how the first hour or so of our day (after waking up) can strongly influence the rest of the day. What could be a finer more energising start to the day than waking up with a burst of sincere laughter??

Because of this study, i always try to be carefree and happy for the first hour after waking, and on special days (Fridays') i perform the ritual that is, the Almighty Friday Dance. It is the agnostic persons equivalent of midnight mass on Christmas eve, it is a freestyle improvisation of reckless abandon. It celebrates the beginning of the weekend (even though there is will inevitabley be a whole heap of nonsense for 8 hours before it begins.)

Oh how i wish it were Friday today.

LOL Dreams, Procrastination & Fred Flintstone.

Ahhh yes, so i see that the date does, infact automatically appear...cool.

Well Monday is out of the way YAY ! <---Sorry, that rhyme was NOT intentional. I have enjoyed a lazy weekend, kitten shopping, coaxing monkeys into making jelly, playing chess with panda...etc. No actually i spent quite a bit of time procrastinating over whether to tidy and generally organise my study/gym. The devil thingy on my left shoulder decided that i just 'didn't have the time' and instead i lazily watched series 3 & 4 of Family guy....all of it...yes.

I went out on Friday for 'after work drinks' which was fun. Although as usual, i didn't end up only 'one or two' as i always say. I gingerly awoke at my friends' place at 6am feeling rather wretched.
Anyways, it was fun & i harassed a group of guys dressed as Fred Flintstone to take a picture with me.
I have a million things i feel i need to get done, but once again the procrastinator within me always strikes.
Life isn't something that happens, i have to make stuff happen, but i am feelin veryyyy veryyy lazy, i shall put this down to the painkillers i have to take for my wisdom teeth onslaught. Plus, i am working out alot, my treadmill is most definately earning its keep. Once again i am making excuses. Seeeeee ! This is what i do !!!

I had a wierd & extremely bizarre night last night. I dreamt that i was laughing at something & i actually awoke a couple of times, laughing, literally laughing OUT LOUD. I remember thinking 'whoa Anwen...this is it, you are finally slipping over the edge...' but at the time i loved it ! I enjoyed the crazyness.
So much so, that i will feel slightly short changed if i don't get to experience another LOL Dream tonight.

The odd thing was, the dream itself. Basically, from my hazy memory, i recall being stood in small, but ceilingless room, there was a man in this room with me, he was probably about my age (24) although why i mentioned this is a mystery to me. I was laughing because he was being playfully kicked by something. I don't recall what or who was kicking him but i vividly remember him being kicked - now i feel it is very important and extremely VITAL that i make the point that it was a 'playful'' kind of kicking, not aggressive, i wouldn't laugh at that.

So yeah, it was very odd, most of all because even in my awake state, i very very rarely laugh out loud. Even when i'm watching my favourate stand up comedians, i will just smile when they say something especially funny.

The wierd thing about my LOL Dream wasn't that i woke myself up laughing, but that i laughed out loud in the first place.

Fingers crossed for a visit from the LOL Fairy tonight.

Premier of Anwen Blog

12/6/2008 <---(I wonder silently to myself; Does the date automatically appear on each log...Hmmm, I panic, i think if it does appear automatically then i am gonna look instantly stupid, that will be my first and probably lasting impression.) Anyways, that is an introduction to the silent voice inside my head, it is neurotic. Thankfully i happily and enthsiastically ignore that voice but blogging, appears to have brought it to the forefront of my cellbreum (again, my nemesis jolts into action...) (Inside my head - 'Cell - ooobre -- um...ahhh, MEH! How the hell do i spell that? That ....that....insanely complicated word for 'brain.' Should i just type ....'brain' and have done with it?) Right so, i am really excited about my blooging <---sounds a bit better than 'blogging' why not leave it in there? (Inside head...yes, why not...? You have already displayed stupidity AND the need to impress by using complicated words so why not ammend a typo...')

Have you ever noticed how most typos make most words much cooler? I am going to make a point of NOT correcting my typos if they are to be super cooler than the original word. I do this at work all the time anyway (mostly through laziness.)
Infact maybe typos aren't cool at all? Maybe my job is just so boring and mundane that i am now seeing typos as being entertaiment,what depths have i sunk to in the cool stakes when i am discusing typos as being a measurement of coolness? What the hell is 'coolness anyways.'

(Inside head...What is 'coolness' anyways? Surely the fact that i'm using the word 'coolness' is rendering me extremely 'uncool.' Although if i don't know what 'coolness' is, then i suppose i don't know what 'uncool' is either, and if i am infact 'uncool' then maybe in a parallel universe i am the queen of 'coolness'...rather like Queen of the damned' but with tuna fish as opposed to blood and dinosaurs that can hold serious conversations on a ran of subjects and important issues (global warming, Barrack or Clinton? etc.)

Ahhh i shall write a serious blog tomorrow but for tonight i shall go back to life outside my the nemesis that is my cellbirum....cellebreum...whatever shcmmecver.