tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2009-11-14:/MokoFeed2009-11-14T23:11:36+01:00tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-04-23:/2007/04/23/do_you_have_the_time_to_listen_to_me_whi~2145308/Lauren-2007-04-23T11:52:54+02:002007-04-23T11:52:54+02:00 <p>I decided to write something today. I'm not sure why. Boredom, perhaps.</p> <p>So I went to see the potential new flat this morning.<br> Standing outside, I was like "oh yeah, this place is gonna be great" as the building outside is very nice - there's a marble entrance area and it all looked very clean.<br> So the lady from the letting agent arrives, we do the "nice to meet you" bla bla bla's and head upstairs.<br> We got to the door of the flat in question and some girl, about 20 or so, answered the door and was like "Urrrrrgh, hi?". Her eyes were bloodshot, she was wearing pretty much nothing and her flatmate was wandering around in the background looking equally as confused/hungover/pissed off.<br> Apparently the wonderful letting company hadn't actually TOLD them there was a viewing this morning.<br> I'm really worried about the place now. I don't have alot of time to go to viewings during most of the week due to work and stuff, and time is getting a bit tight for working everything out.<br> Aw man!</p> <p>---------------------</p> <p>In other news, I'm officially broke. I keep wasting money on stupid stuff. I'm also going to go kill Angela today. I wonder what happened to her last night. We were supposed to do something, and she totally let me down. How rude. One big demanding text message coming her way soon. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I want to take some pictures of something/someone. Maybe I'll do that later. Hmm...<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/04/23/do_you_have_the_time_to_listen_to_me_whi~2145308/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-03-27:/2007/03/27/title~1988443/Lauren-2007-03-27T23:18:41+02:002007-03-27T23:20:05+02:00 <p>So I went to the Doctor today and asked what they could do for the constant headaches I seem to get at work due to looking at the computer screen constantly.<br> I think Doctor's (at least in Glasgow) have a weird thing where they try to suggest 100 options before they just give you the drugs you want/need. What's that about? I'm paying for the bloody stuff.</p> <p>Aaaanyway, he gave me a million options such as changing the font, colour and setting of the screen, and if that doesn't work to come back. Yeah, right.</p> <p>I've been so bored the last couple of days that I'm actually looking forward to going back to work tomorrow morning. I have like £20 in the whole world to last me until Friday. Shitshitshitshit.</p> <p>I watched some Sex And The City tonight for the first time in Months (I think the last time I watched it was in a hotel room in Copenhagen in December). Anyway, I totally miss that show. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_sad.gif" alt=":(" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p>--------------</p> <p>I was completely stuck for something to write, but I felt like I had to. Then Therese suggested I write something about her, as she thinks that she's "always interesting". Hmmm... <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"> Therese, dude, I've decided to refuse to write anything about you until I get another English-entry on your blog, kid <img src="/img/smilies/graybigrazz.gif" alt=":P" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Scotland play Italy tomorrow night in the Euro 2008 qualifiers.<br> We're doing really well so far, and I'm gonna miss the game as I'll be in work (I think).<br> Bollocks.<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/03/27/title~1988443/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-03-12:/2007/03/12/come_take_a_walk_with_me_let_s_pretend_w~1892899/Lauren-2007-03-12T20:36:04+01:002007-03-12T20:37:17+01:00 <p>Today was pretty shit.<br> Work wasn't fun at all. I didn't want to be there.</p> <p>Went for lunch at <em>Europa </em> in town with Kat. Was pretty good. Afterwards, sat in Starbucks for ages just people watching. It's really funny how you always seem to spot at least one person you know while you're sitting at the window. </p> <p>Going out with a guy from work (Matt) tomorrow. We're gonna grab some lunch then go see something at the Comedy Festival. Should be cool. Laughter would be nice.</p> <p>I read a bit more of the book Karen gave me. It's called Nightwood. It's extremely difficult to read. One of those books that make you feel a bit stupid because you need to read it sloooowly. I'm gonna check out the synopsis somewhere, to see if that gives me a better idea of what the hell is going on.</p> <p>Speaking of which, how the hell will I ever return the book to her? <img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"><br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/03/12/come_take_a_walk_with_me_let_s_pretend_w~1892899/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-03-08:/2007/03/08/i_can_t_even_be_bothered_to_title_this_e~1871101/Lauren-2007-03-08T20:47:17+01:002007-03-08T20:47:17+01:00 <p>I just wrote a page worth of stuff, and somehow my laptop managed to not save it. God.</p> <p>It wasn't actually anything interesting. All I wrote was something like:</p> <p>Work was shit today.<br> Like seriously. The kind of day that makes you think you're really bad at your job.<br> I had to drag myself out of bed this morning, which isn't exactly a surprise considering it was 0545 and still completely dark outside. I made it to work just in time (how I managed to be late for an 0800 start when I got up at 0545, I don't know) and spent the day splitting my thoughts between "I wonder if anyone has ever actually died of boredom", and "will the rain ever stop?"</p> <p>My "friend" Matt totally blanked me the whole day too. I mean, that guy is such a fucking woman sometimes.</p> <p>The best part about the whole day was coming home. 10 hours at work is too much for anyone who wants to have a life. It's a joke. It constantly feels more and more these days that as soon as I get home all I want to do is go to bed. What kind of existence is that? Work-home-sleep-work-home-sleep?<br> Answer: A bollocks one.</p> <p>I absolutely cannot wait until Sunday, when I get to do something that <strong>I</strong> actually want to do.<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/03/08/i_can_t_even_be_bothered_to_title_this_e~1871101/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-03-05:/2007/03/05/some_people~1848803/Lauren-2007-03-05T08:11:14+01:002007-03-05T17:08:13+01:00 <p>you know when you sometimes meet someone who makes an impression on you that you know will absolutely last, regardless?</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/03/05/some_people~1848803/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-03-04:/2007/03/04/i_m_gonna_ban_sunday_s_from_my_life_fore~1844932/Lauren-2007-03-04T16:04:11+01:002007-03-05T13:39:13+01:00 <p>So, it's Sunday.<br> A day to be bored and stuff.</p> <p>I've decided the only way to cure the boredom (and stuff) is to do fun things, so I'm going out to play pool and drink beer later.</p> <p>I love pool. I've been practising at work for ages now. <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"><br> Eilidh is shit at it, so that helps too. <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Then I think we'll go to The Polo Lounge and gay-it-up. <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I'm off work until Wednesday (oh yeeeah!) so I don't need to worry about crashing home at 4am. <img src="/img/smilies/graysmilewinkgrin.gif" alt=";D" class="middle" border="0"><br> ---------</p> <p>In other news, Chris (my brother) lost his credit cards today. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"><br> I don't know how he managed it, but they're certainly gone. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_neutral.gif" alt=":|" class="middle" border="0"><br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/03/04/i_m_gonna_ban_sunday_s_from_my_life_fore~1844932/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-03-03:/2007/03/03/i_hate_glasgow~1839198/Lauren-2007-03-03T14:26:02+01:002007-03-04T16:08:41+01:00 <p>It's all in the title.<br> I hate this place.</p> <p>Okay, I'll begin at the start of the story.</p> <p>It was the drinks with the guys from work thing last night. We all finished (early) at about 4.30 and walked into town, to a bar on Bath Street. I had some pasta carbonara for dinner (it was the shit!) and headed home to grab a shower and change and stuff. I went back out and had a really good time in the first pub - Elliot's - with everyone, until a few friends called me and said I should come meet them on Sauchiehall Street, as they were going to ABC. If you're from Glasgow (or if Therese or Fanny read this) you'll understand how overrated ABC is. I had a few drinks with those friends on Sauchiehall Street, then headed back to meet the work people. My friend Matt was way too drunk to get into Karbon (or so the bouncers said, but we reckoned it was cos he's got a mohawk), so we literally stood in the street wondering where to go.<br> I remember I really had to pee at this moment too, which is never good.</p> <p>We eventually wandered towards Central Station and the taxi queue was huuuuge.<br> By this time (it was only about 0045) I was ready to just go home. Couldn't be bothered.<br> Then out of nowhere 3 guys (one in a white shirt, one wee guy, and another guy) were arguing in the street. It was the white shirt guy vs the wee guy and the other guy.<br> The one in the white shirt suddenly just punched the wee guy twice and ran off down the street.<br> He didn't get too far though, the wee guy and the other guy caught up with him and proceeded to give him a lovely little beating right in the middle of the road.<br> The wee guy smashed the white shirt guy's phone off the street, and then casually walked away like it was an everyday thing to do to someone.</p> <p>That's why I hate Glasgow.</p> <p>In addition, when I finally did decide to go home about 30 minutes later some random old guy was STEAMING drunk, and he somehow managed to stagger backwards really quickly, fall, and hit his head on the marble stairs of a building. The blood was just streaming out of his head, and him and his mate refused to go to the Emergency and get it checked out. The guy who was hurt was probably so drunk he didn't feel a thing. His friend, however, wasn't AS drunk, and still refused any help. Wonder how his headache is today.<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/03/03/i_hate_glasgow~1839198/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-03-01:/2007/03/01/breathe_into_me_and_make_me_real~1828101/Lauren-2007-03-01T15:59:16+01:002007-03-04T16:07:53+01:00 <p>Major ass hangover today, kids.<br> Had the much-dreaded feeling you get when you wake up late and realise you need to go to work.<br> Serves me right for going out on a week night.<br> It was only ever supposed to be "one drink quickly after work". Infact, I planned on being home for about 1930.<br> Then one beer turned into 2, 3, 4 and then I lost count and went home at 0100.<br> Bloody Stella, the cause of all my pain.</p> <p>Been a pretty laid-back day at work, though. I came in still staggering around a bit, had some coffee, and that's about all I've done.<img src="/img/smilies/grayconfused.gif" alt=":??:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>My head's been sore for like 7 hours now though.</p> <p>I need to go shopping after work, for something to wear to our little staff night out tomorrow. Can't particularly be bothered, but I do want to go and spend some money on myself. <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I've developed some kind of weird love for Evanescence today. I've listened to "My Immortal" about 200 times.<br> And as for the lead singer...? <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Must go, it's break time.<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/03/01/breathe_into_me_and_make_me_real~1828101/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-27:/2007/02/28/err_untitled~1818166/Lauren-2007-02-28T00:04:47+01:002007-03-04T16:07:30+01:00 <p>Work, my friends, was torture today. I was up all bright and early because I went to bed at like 2100 last night. Crazy stuff in the world of Lauren. I'm usually going to bed closer to 0900 than 2100.<br> Anyway, so I get to work (in the pouring rain) and time between 0900 and 1030 (breaktime) goes incredibly slooooow. Nobody was sending me E-mails and the bottom of my jeans were all wet from walking on them in the weather. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_mad.gif" alt=">:(" class="middle" border="0"><br> I had McDonald's for lunch today - first time in forever. Was pretty cool, I'm getting pretty sick of the same stuff over and over everyday from work. How boring. </p> <p>McDonald's ice-cream is the shit.</p> <p>Adding to my super-depression today, aside from the weather and time pretty much stopping on me, I had to cancel going to a gig tonight with someone beacause I'm just <strong>so</strong> broke.<br> I get paid tomorrow, which is cool, but I did want to go to that gig. Not cool. I think the first thing I'll do when I have money is buy the Mando Diao tickets for March I've wanted for so long. <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Er...what else?</p> <p>Nothing, apparently.<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/28/err_untitled~1818166/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-25:/2007/02/25/sunday~1802764/Lauren-2007-02-25T16:32:42+01:002007-03-04T16:07:11+01:00 <p>Sunday's are absolutely, ridiculously boring.<br> It's like I'm just waiting to go back to work tomorrow morning or something.<br> How depressing.</p> <p>But at least, as of Wednesday, I will no longer be walking the poverty line. Woohoo!<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/25/sunday~1802764/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-24:/2007/02/24/title~1797643/Lauren-2007-02-24T16:09:48+01:002007-03-04T16:06:53+01:00 <p>Okay, so I'm officially never drinking again. This hangover is going to kill me anyway, so it's not like I need to worry too much. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I wont go into how many times I've thrown up, because that's just not polite, hehe. <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I got my first ever pay slip from the new job today. Very cool. I've been so broke for ages and having to depend on the parents for things, so I shall be more responsible from as soon as the money goes into my account next Wednesday. Or at least try.</p> <p>Next week is my last week with the guys at work. Everything changes from next Friday onwards and we'll be in different sections of the centre and stuff. But no, I'm not gonna think about work. It's Saturday and I can't be bothered with it just now.</p> <p>Scotland are getting beaten in the rugby already. It's only 5 minutes into the game and we're 21-0 down to Italy. Shit. <img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"><br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/24/title~1797643/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-24:/2007/02/24/for_therese~1795439/Lauren-2007-02-24T05:00:26+01:002007-03-04T16:06:34+01:00 <p>I have been totally neglecting my thing here, if it wasn't for your comment on my last entry, I would never have bothered, Therese. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I was at the Gay-rage (Garage) tonight in Glasgow. Lotsa fun. Or not. Same old cheesy music and shit drinks, but it clearly did the the job. I'm wasted. This probably isn't spelled correctly, but I'm trying my best at 03.54 am.</p> <p>So glad to have a couple of days off from work now. The last time I drank alcohol before tonight was Feb 3rd (with the Sweeeedes) so it was cool to have some beer, tequila, vodka and sambuca tonight. I'm well tired now though. Can't wait for the inevatible hangover tomorrow.</p> <p>I ran into some VERY old friends tonight. Always cool. I had given up smoking for almost like 2 weeks until now though, which isn't so cool. Oh well, shit happens and all that.</p> <p>In a more serious note, though, I want to get out of Glasgow. I kinda do, because of the culture, weather, some of the people etc, but at the same time, I'd miss some things so badly. My friends, the knowledge of the city etc. Fuck.</p> <p>Oh yeah, there's also something else I meant to say, but I'll do that when i'm more sober and coherent.<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/24/for_therese~1795439/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-14:/2007/02/14/sleep_sleep_sleep~1737236/Lauren-2007-02-14T03:23:17+01:002007-02-14T03:23:50+01:00 <p>I'm really frustrated right now. Probably shouldn't bother to write anything as it'll most likely turn out into being more swear words than regular words.</p> <p>I can't sleep. I should be getting up to go to work in 4 hours 10 minutes but I'm wide awake. The plan was to use my laptop and hope the screen brightness would make my eyes tired, but no luck. I'm also watching The L Word in the background, maybe it's the show's fault I'm awake <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Bollocks. I'm gonna be fucking half dead in work tomorrow. I can't be bothered.<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/14/sleep_sleep_sleep~1737236/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-12:/2007/02/12/title~1729227/Lauren-2007-02-12T20:00:22+01:002007-02-12T20:02:36+01:00 <p>I had a fucking shit day at work. The type of day that makes you think "Okay, maybe I'm not suited to this kind of work". I know that's probably not true, but it was certainly one of those days to make you wonder.</p> <p>It just seemed to go on and on forever. I was a bit late getting up this morning but <em>just</em> made it in on time, but it felt like I was there for 8 weeks; not 8 hours. </p> <p>I alternated between BEBO, MSN, Hotmail, Yahoo and general boring internet stuff all day. I hardly "learned" anything from the whole time I was there. Was <em>so</em> glad to get out. </p> <p>I'm gonna be in bed in like 2 hours, I think. My eyes are closing as I write this. <img src="/img/smilies/grayembarrassed.gif" alt=")-o" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p>And only to do it all over again tomorrow...<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/12/title~1729227/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-11:/2007/02/11/all_you_creative_types_out_there~1721375/Lauren-2007-02-11T16:23:46+01:002007-02-11T16:23:46+01:00 <p>...come help me with my Ipod engraving message!</p> <p>I was looking on the Apple Ipod site and considering their "Engrave your Ipod" option. It gives you the opportunity to try out your chosen words and see how they will look on the Ipod, and I think it's pretty nice <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>I had my lyrics all planned out. I was going to get "Please don't put your life in the hands; of a rock and roll band; who'll throw it all away" by Oasis, but the space is so limited that I can't fit it all in. There's 23 characters (incl. spaces) in the top line and the same on a second line. </p> <p>I'm out of ideas, so I think everyone who has a suggestion should let me know <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>My Ipod is silver, if that makes a difference, and my "type" of music is indie/rock-ish stuff. <img src="/img/smilies/grayconfused.gif" alt=":??:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Thankyou very much in advance, kids. <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"><br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/11/all_you_creative_types_out_there~1721375/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-10:/2007/02/10/the_un_importance_of_money~1716518/Lauren-2007-02-10T17:49:00+01:002007-02-10T17:49:00+01:00 <p>I got a lecture and a half from the parents this afternoon about the importance of being responsible with money. I wonder if they could tell that the whole time they were talking I was sitting thinking about (and almost laughing over) a joke someone told me the other day. You wanna hear the joke now, don't you? Okay.<br> <strong><br> A guy walks into a butchers shop, points to the celing, and says "Can I have some of that meat up there?". The butcher replies "No, mate. The stakes are too high"</strong></p> <p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>So I endured their lecture, and went out. I had to get a new pic done for my passport renewal as I was about 14 the last time I had one done <img src="/img/smilies/grayuhoh.gif" alt="U-(" class="middle" border="0">. I hate doing them. And since when is a passport renewal £70 or so?! <img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Scotland are doing wonderfully in the rugby today <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"> I wish I was at the game.<br> Although I kinda don't, it's so cold here. <img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"><br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/10/the_un_importance_of_money~1716518/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-09:/2007/02/10/sleepy_time~1713050/Lauren-2007-02-10T00:22:41+01:002007-02-10T00:24:22+01:00 <p>I'm so tired right now. I don't even know why I'm bothering to write. I just am.</p> <p>It's 23.17 and it's so unusual for me to be tired, but I <em>seriously</em> am.<br> It feels kinda good in a way, but not in others. Hmmm...</p> <p>At least I don't need to set an alarm for the morning. I can just leave my phone on silent and sleep till whenever. <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"> That's a very cool feeling.</p> <p>I wish I had a bit more to look forward to this weekend.<br> All I have planned to do is go see the Rocks on Sunday.<br> Then it's back to work on Monday.</p> <p>In other news, it's only 18 days until payday. <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"><br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/10/sleepy_time~1713050/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-09:/2007/02/09/and_the_fun_continues~1710461/Lauren-2007-02-09T16:14:09+01:002007-02-10T18:10:18+01:00 <p>Still getting paid to do nothing at all...<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/09/and_the_fun_continues~1710461/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-09:/2007/02/09/an_update_from_work~1709454/Lauren-2007-02-09T13:19:18+01:002007-02-09T14:46:03+01:00 <p>I'm pretty much risking my <del>life</del> job by doing things such as Internet. But one more isn't gonna hurt after I've done Yahoo, Hotmail, Faceparty and the rest, right?</p> <p>The people I work with are unprofessional fuds anyway.<br> We're currently sending messagetones and ringtones across the office.<br> Everything from the Dixie Horn from Dukes of Hazard to "Hey laydeeees" from a Scottish ad, to the Catchphrase diiiing noise.</p> <p>Lunchtime now...<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/09/an_update_from_work~1709454/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-08:/2007/02/08/title~1706028/Lauren-2007-02-08T20:48:14+01:002007-02-08T21:27:16+01:00 <p>I wonder if you can swear on this site? I fucking hope so.</p> <p>Well, we didn't get snow after all. England & Wales did, but not Scotland. <img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>There's always tomorrow though.</p> <p>Speaking of tomorrow, tomorrow will be the first full week spent in the new job. I can't belive how much I like it. It's ever so slightly boring at parts, and some of the people there are right plebs, but all-in-all, it's good <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Oh, in other news. I had possibly the weirdest dream in the history of humankind last night.<br> I was in Paris, at the Eiffel Tower (spelling?) and I went in and up it, as you do when you're a tourist.<br> So I got to the top, and somehow climbed outside of it, and to the VERY top, you know, like the little point thing at the top.<br> So I was just chilling at the top of the Eiffel Tower, and I kinda head dived off of it.<br> In the dream I could feel myself falling and see the ground becoming closer. </p> <p>I presume I died...<img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"><br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/08/title~1706028/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-07:/2007/02/07/where_s_the_snow~1700049/Lauren-2007-02-07T21:36:17+01:002007-02-07T21:36:17+01:00 <p>It's really cold here. But according to the taxi driver who took me to work today since I was so late, it might snow tonight/tomorrow. It can't let me down...<img src="/img/smilies/grayno.gif" alt=":no:" class="middle" border="0"><br> I wish tomorrow was Friday. This week has been pretty slow. I need a day off.</p> <p>But in other happier news, L Word is on tonight <img src="/img/smilies/grayyes.gif" alt=":yes:" class="middle" border="0"><br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/07/where_s_the_snow~1700049/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:lauren-.blog.co.uk,2007-02-07:/2007/02/07/title~1699545/Lauren-2007-02-07T20:19:15+01:002007-02-07T20:23:45+01:00 <p>So I followed the crowd and got myself one of these ultra-cool blogs, although I don't really understand the concept of them. Isn't a diary/blog/journal supposed to be some kind of personal thing that nobody else sees? </p> <p>Well, who's gonna be reading anyway?<br> ♥ </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://lauren-.blog.co.uk/2007/02/07/title~1699545/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>