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Murder in the MDEC! (someone call the Gendarmes!) [Apr. 22nd, 2004|06:29 am]
Miss Von Trapp
My sister's party was tremendous fun! Alexander loved his elephant; he said 'Elephant!' and then 'TRUNK!!' and showed everybody... Lots of party food...and I made rather a mess of feeding Sarah her jelly and icecream. It was all over her face hehe...

Oh, and I had a great time with a rocket!! A little foam one which sat on a stalk with air pump attached, which you then had to stamp on to launch the rocket up high into the air...

Got home at about 6pm and sat about doing nothing much before work. Read a magazine and drank coffee; dealing with a houseful of toddlers is utterly exhausting!!

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Oh thank god I'm not at work till Tuesday next week...for the last two hours, Jui-ehh!! drove me effing nuts...

I finally learnt tonight what it feels like to want to truly murder someone!

We didn't stop arguing for a whole two hours at least, and got told off by our boss twice lol...started off with a discussion about colour blindness...

I said that if you had been taught 'green' then you would call it 'green' no matter what you saw, then she started on about colours viewed in black and white, and how you couldn't tell what they were if that were the case; arguing about 'density of colour' and such-like...citing photocopies of photographs as evidence.

But she was arguing for argument's sake and not listening to my points.

At one point, I said 'touche' and then we ended up arguing about that, because she didn't know what it meant, and I jokingly said..."Well, you know that turtle..." Of course, she didn't remember the cartoon to which I was referring, because she is 10 years younger than me, so I had to explain it properly...

Then she started on at me about being an intellectual snob, and a social snob as well...funny that, considering I lived in the men's YMCA in Liverpool for a year because I moved up there with nowhere to stay and the YWCA was full... A whole year of living with tramps, stoners, prostitutes and heroin addicts before I got a flat in Toxteth (red light area adjacent to the University) and had to sign on the dole for *so* long...

The 'intellectual snob' stuff narked me, as I began to explain that it wasn't a general thing, and was more to do with relationships than anything else. I couldn't consider dating someone who was not my equivalent intellectually, mostly in terms of communication and literacy (even with text messages! I h8 txt spk!!); naturally, because she wasn't listening/didn't want to listen to me in favour of stating her views, she got the wrong end of the stick and flew off on another rant...

*sigh*

And we continued arguing about ridiculous things throughout the rest of the night...at one point she was berating me for smoking in public places...even though I said I wouldn't mind if they banned that because then I simply wouldn't smoke there...and she went on and on and on... I said I smoked because I got stressed at theatre and with rl issues at Xmas and that it wasn't that I suddenly thought "Hey, I'll take up smoking today!!"...

And we bickered and bickered and bitched and scowled... And she wouldn't let me have the last word on anything, and argued permanently without even listening to my responses or viewpoints on anything. I was more *bitched at* than was part of a 'heated debate'...

*sighs again*

(Murder in My Eyes come 6am)

*cackles insanely*

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So now, I'm staying up. Going to meet Sharon in town at 9:30am. We are going miniskirt shopping together and I have to buy fishnet stockings for the weekend...and I also have to go to the cheque exchange so that I have some cash to last till payday at the end of the month.

Then I suppose I shall sleep in the afternoon, then off to Theatre in the evening, drinks afterwards, then come home and pack...

Train leaves at 10am on Friday, changes twice with 12 minutes to spare at Wolverhampton and York respectively, getting me into Whitby at 7pm-ish in the evening...

RAR!!!

ROLL ON THE WEEKEND!!!

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