Staying put

Well it's official. We're not moving out of the flat now, we've signed the lease for another 12 months. I know I know. Everyone that's ever been here has had the same look on their face. It's a shit hole. You're getting done. You can get better places for less money. We know all this. In fact, when the decision was thrust upon me, I made a pro and con list. The pro list for moving out was huge and I'm sure I didn't get it finished. There were only two things on con side of moving out. The first I can't remember, I think it was the fact that the new place didn't have a tree. The second however was that this place is home. It may indeed be a dive, but it's our dive.

As a little pick me up on losing out on having the big room (and lets face it, Mumbles would never let go of the one he's in now), I'm going to convert the spare room into a second room. It's about time we did something with it. I never go in there because it still feels like Spicy's room in a weird way. But, I've been paying for that room just to have it there, so I may aswell use it. I'm gonna strip it out, remove the cupboard and draws, get a comfy chair, maybe a sofa (or convert the bed into one), maybe put a rug down. It's gonna be a study/games/weights room since I don't have room for all that stuff in mine. I'm looking forward to it. Gotta figure out where to get a chair...hmmmm. And then there's the decision of either a comfy armchair or a rocking chair??

Monk's escape plan

As of last tuesday (12/6/07), Monk was fired from work. Now I know we all joke on and make fun of each other, and Monk does give out as much as he gets, but I do feel sorry for him. Sure it was his own damn fault, but still. The place won't be the same without him. There's nothing quite like a whitty (or is that witty?) bit of banter to get you through the day. Who's going to come up with obscure theories about magicians doing card tricks in space? Or the highest court in the land being a space station, and the complexities of transporting balsa wood up there for the traditional paneled walls? Or the shear lazyness of not wanting to leave the house taken to such an extreme that he'd put it on stilts and carry it round? Most people give me the look you've got on your face now when I try to start such conversations. Not Monk though. He'd jump in head first (and truth be told, he'd have started half of them anyway).

Now I know he's part hermit, part enigma (the mystery continues), and no one knows for sure whether he does in fact live with his parents (mainly because he refuses to let anyone go to his house), but I do hope he stays in touch. Sure I may make him out to look like a complete nut job (so much so that my Dad refused to speak to him on the phone since the only Monk experience he had was by reading the blog), but he's a good friend, whether he likes to admit it or not.

1 year today (almost)

Can't believe I missed this. It's been a year and 3 days since I started the blog. Wow. Only a year? 346 posts, most of them complete instanity and the drivel of a madman. Sure this thing has caused me no end of trouble, but I wouldn't have it any other way. It's made life interesting, it used to help me get things off my chest, it gave us something to talk about at work, it just generally helped me to express myself. God knows what state I'd be in right now if I hadn't had this, and considering the state I am in, that's saying a lot haha.

On the very first day I posted the following about the nature of blogs:

"Is it a personal desire to know other people better, or is it a yearning to know yourself that drives you to read (or indeed write) these things? Do you search for a kindred spirit? Do you search to make yourself feel sane in an insane world? Or just to make yourself feel superior?"

Okay, so upon review I can safely say that the last three are out the window (at least at this stage), but the first two have worked. By judging peoples reactions to what I've written, I have gotten to know something about them, and indeed myself. I've also gotten to know my subconscious hidden side, and hate him.

Just flicking through there are some funny and good memories. The whole thing with the sombrero's. The "Unfortunates" fiasco. Slagging off my neighbours cat. Haha, I'd forgotten all about Suspicious looking shrubbery. Moving into the flat. That voodoo doll. The folding bus ticket club. The flat warming. Spicy tearing his foot open and the hospital visit. Artichoke!!!! The list goes on and on, and if I continue to look through it I'm gonna be late for work.

Good time. Bad times. Happy 1 year blogiversary.

2nd bit of new flat news

I don't think I told you did I? No, I didn't. The greatest news (and yes, I realise that I may not be able to emphasise the extreme joy I relish in this at the current time, but I'll do my damndest), in the new flat I have the big room!!!! Mumble's wanted to go with random chance to choose again. Stuff that. It's my turn now!

MUWHAHAHAHA

Hours from hell

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ARRRGGGHHH.

I'm not happy. So much so in fact that when I just mashed the keyboard up there it changed my internet explorer settings and then put my PC into standby mode. Now that's angry.

But all joking aside, WHAT THE FUCKING HELL??????????????????????????????????? Yeah I know, all my moans in life seem to revolve around work? Well, when you're working these hours there's not any time for anything else.....and that's due to get much worse. Ta'fricken'Da, we're now open 'til 11pm!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't want to fucking walk home. I don't want to finish at a time that allows me to do exactly nothing when I'm finished. bv nv gfcn ghb (mashing the keyboard lightly incase I knack my computer again).bv cgkln

The end of the flat is nigh

The other week we saw our very first flat in the new attempt to find a new place (too many 'new' there I know, but I can't be bothered to change it). The first place we saw we decided 'Yep, that's where we're gonna live'. The next day we put our deposit dooda down and we're moving in sometime between July 1st and July 7th. We need to organise details more, but of course this means one thing, HOUSE COOLING PARTY!!!

Okay, so I'm fairly sure I've just made that phrase up, but if you have a housewarming when you move in, logic dictates.....exactly. I need to figure out when though. I'm thinking either Friday 29th June or Saturday 30th June. It can't be the next week 'cos we need to have moved by the next day.

So, please all do come and say goodbye to the flat (of course I can't use the official name given by the people at work after the first party, although I do love that name). It'll be your last chance (unless of course we grow so homesick and move back in and damn the expense).

I'll let you know about an exact date as and when I have it, but any input would be appreciated.

Ant revolution

Did I say it had been too quiet or did I say it had been too quiet? Monday we discovered that the war has began officially. The primary wave appears to be a large army of ants that have burst in through the living room floor and are attempting to eat all our food. Starving us out ay? Sneaky buggers. We've retaliated so far with hot water, which quenched the swell of ants somewhat, but not enough. We need to find the queen, and to do that we'll have to rip up the floorboards (probably).

............however, I really don't want to lose my security deposit, so I think I'll just wait to see what the next barrage of attacks will be like.

I bet the main wasp swarm is lying in wait for us in the new flat. Did I not tell you about the new flat? Oh well, my bad.