139. bird flying high; you know how i feel.

June 1st, 2010 by Jemi

On Wednesday (26th), it was my 21st birthday. And above is the most delicious cupcake in the world.

I actually spent most of my birthday this year working overtime (and I am doing so again tomorrow D: But hey, money is money…), so I opened my cards and presents at just before midnight. From my brother, I got one of those 21 keys and a bottle of Pepsi max. I’m not kidding. I’ve still yet to figure this one out. D: But from my parents, because my 21st is my last significant birthday for 9 years, I wanted something that I could keep for a long time, they bought me an amethyst tear-drop necklace (though the chain looks a little weak so I’m going to buy a stronger chain for it, through fear of losing it) and matching amethyst ring, along with another ring like the amethyst one, except with a topaz stone. They are lovely, and I hope they last me a long time, so I have something to look back on.

Work was fine, I was working with my favourite locum pharmacist that day. It dragged a little during the morning, so one of my co-workers, Pauline, took me by car on a little trip to collect some prescriptions from a further away surgery, a) to show me where the surgery was for future reference, and b) give me a little change of scenery. Before I went for my dinner break, one of the other ladies I work with on Saturdays, Linda, came in on her day off to bring me a birthday card, which I thought was sweet. After my dinner break things picked up a bit, and my shift was due to end, so I was putting my stuff together when Pauline and the locum revealed a big pink back that somehow I’d managed not to notice for the entire 8 hours, filled with a few gifts and a card for me! I was completely floored. I’d only been working there for a month, so I was just expecting a happy birthday, a card at the most. I thought it was so incredibly sweet that they’d do that for me, I got a little bit emotional haha, but I kept my cool in front of them, so all is good. They bought me a tatty teddy (the grey teddy with the blue nose.. usually associated with Clintons) ‘21′ birthday mug, and a beautiful jewellery hanger. It matched the jewellery I got for my birthday quite well actually. XD. I gave them a kiss and a hug to say thank you, then away I went to celebrate my birthday~!

Because I finished at 6 that night, and wanted to get showered and dressed up for my birthday, my dad had made reservations to go to Threeways (the Lebanese restaurant) at 8:45, leaving me plenty of time to gush about how nice my co-workers were, and to get my birthday get up on. I had originally had my eye on a gorgeous embellished khaki dress to wear for my birthday, but by the time I’d been paid, they had sold out of it. D: So I settled on this leopard print dress (left, you can also see the necklace I got for my birthday) instead, which actually looked really nice on me in the finish. It’s ironic really, I used to say that I’d never wear leopard print as it looks cheap and tacky. Now about 1/8th of my wardrobe is probably leopard print, haha!

So away we trot to the restaurant, we had a starter of humous (you’ll struggle to find any that’s better, I swear) and Lebanese bread, and then I had a dish called ‘Shish Tawouk’ which was really nice, but didn’t have the same impact as the first dish I had there. I think that’s because the first time I was overcome by the joy of Lebanese food, so this time it was just really really good food, as opposed to amazing. We finished the meal with a portion of baklawa. As we were leaving, the woman who owns the restaurant told me that when my dad reserved the booking he mentioned it was my 21st, so she gave us a free portion of baklava to take home with us too! I ended up taking some of these to work with me for my co-workers to try, seeing as they were nice enough to buy me presents. The rest I ate for lunch the following day. :P

Our next stop was to Henrys. I had originally wanted to go for a few cocktails, but I was so full after my meal, I decided to just have a simple drink… Champagne! But it’s okay, it’s a girls 21st, so it’s totally justified. Henrys, was basically dead. Nobody ever goes out on a Wednesday so we were the only people in there haha. But oh my God, the bartender was one of the cutest I’d ever seen. DDDD: So pretty! My dad also mentioned to him that it was my birthday… and I got my drink free! Haha. Being 21 has it’s perks ;D After my glass of champagne, I went home to eat my birthday cupcake and play some birthday Left 4 Dead 2. All in all, I had a good day!

In other news, how utterly crap were we in Eurofail Song Contest? In my humble opinion, Germany wasn’t much better. D: She was like a German Lilly Allen and came across as SO fake. And even though I was rooting for my motherland in my heart, I wanted Turkey to win, despite the fact they’re called Manga.

I’m supposed to be seeing Pure Reason Revolution next Thursday. They’re holding a one-off gig in London to preview some of their new album material. I ordered my tickets a week ago and they still haven’t arrived. D: I’m not too impressed. If they’re not here by Friday, I’m going to call up ticketweb and track them down. D: Has anyone had any issues with them before?

Anysnootch, bed calls, bon soir~

♥: Sleepy
♪: Mindless Self Indulgence – Faggot

138. it’s like you hit me with lightning.

May 19th, 2010 by Jemi

So as of writing this (14/05/10), it is 6 months exactly since Ben decided he didn’t want to be in my life anymore.

I really do apologise to anybody reading because I’m well aware of the fact I must sound like a broken record, but hopefully there will be a lot less entries about him now. Everything I feel can be summarised into this entry, pretty much.

I think I’ve come a long way since November. Well, since September, when he first did it. I was virtually inconsolable then, and several people were like “Oh well, get over it.” This is fair enough, if it was a normal break up, yeah, it’d suck and I probably would get over it. But this is very different. It wasn’t a break up. A break up you’re aware of… But this is just total abandonment. The thing is, I’m not that much of a proud person (anyone who has seen me drunk knows I can’t be all that proud), but in a way this has been a totally humiliating thing for me. I can’t describe how much of a prat I felt when people asked me what happened between me and Ben, and I have to say “I don’t know… he just stopped talking to me.” I mean, seriously? What kind of idiot doesn’t know why their boyfriend dumped them? Me. That’s who.

The most humiliating part of all is just after he cut me out for the first time. I believe now that he had intended that to stick, thinking I wouldn’t visit him at work to find out what the hell was going on, so he kept up a premise until he left for Essex. After wanting to get back together properly for a while, and coming close to losing him, I made the gesture of getting back together. I can’t tell you how nerve wracking that was, putting my cards on the table like that. And it makes me furious that he went along with it, knowing full well he was going to do it again a month or so later. He let me go and tell all my friends we were back on track and back together, he discussed coming back to visit once a month, exchanging Christmas presents, making sure I informed him if I got admitted back to hospital, even the last time I saw him, his parting words were ‘see you soon’. Seriously, why bother if you had no intentions?

What saddens me most of all, is not the fact he took away our relationship, but the fact he took away his friendship. Even if he didn’t want to be with me anymore, and realistically, I don’t think he wanted to be with me after the first two months of our relationship, I would have been upset, of course, but I would have still wanted him as my best friend. Even now, I still maintain he was the best friend I ever had. I never felt that comfortable around anyone else, and I loved the fact I didn’t even need to try. I sincerely think that I will never have that with anyone else. I thought that friendship wise, he felt the same way, and the thing that upsets me most is that he apparently doesn’t even care – everything I offered, be it friendship, romantic feelings, means nothing to him. How can he not feel even the tiniest amount of guilt? From my understanding, every girlfriend he had prior to me treated him like shit. You’d think he’d know what it feels like to be in my situation and would try not to put another person in it. Perhaps that’s where I went wrong? Maybe if I had treated him like shit, he’d have worshipped the ground I walked on, too. He always made sure to let me know how much he cared for them, and took even greater detail to make sure I knew I didn’t compare. Before we got together, he was aware of the fact I had low confidence and self esteem. I often wonder now if he purposely took advantage of that. I often felt he was ashamed of me.

For the majority of our relationship, I see now that to him, it was just sex to him. I should have realised that when after two months, he couldn’t give me a compliment without asking for one – he made sure to give plenty to every girl he openly flirted with in front of me though – including telling me how gorgeous his ex girlfriend looked in her msn display picture, whilst I was sitting right next to him. I should have realised even fucking quicker when 8 months into the relationship, when he had gone back to Essex for the summer (3 months), I asked if he missed me. He said “kind of.” Followed by “I miss everyone in Norwich.” – I should add at this point he did come up to Norwich several times… to see his friends. He had no time to see me. I should have known, when a year into it, I asked if he loved me, and he outright admitted he never did. There are so many other spiteful stories that I could tell, but considering I can barely see the monitor with so many tears in my eyes, and pride getting in the way, I’ll keep them to myself. These are the things that stick with me the most… and even now, what makes me cry the most.

Despite everything to be bitter about, I am most bitter about the fact that he kicked me when I was down. When he decided I was no good for him anymore, I was going through a rough patch; everything that could be going wrong in my life, was. He knew that… he knew he was the only one I was depending on and he just decided to let me topple anyway. Had I decided to do something stupid, and I often thought about it, would he have even cared?

I think to a certain degree, he is aware of how he has made me felt. He’s still got me added on Twitter and Facebook (though he has blocked me from viewing anything. It is like viewing the profile of somebody on private, despite being ‘friends’ on there) and I assume msn, but on block (pathetic!), and the sickening thing is… I think he enjoys the fact I’m unhappy. Clearly he’s not going to put me out of my misery any time soon. Besides, through all of the bad things that happened in our relationship, things that were his fault too, he always blamed other people, me, situations, anything but himself. I realise now how incredibly selfish he is. At this point now, I don’t think I’d want to know why he did this. Because I don’t know what happened, part of me blames myself (what else can I do, if I have nothing else to blame?), and I think any reason he gives now will make me feel even worse about the situation than I already do. It’d just knock me back further. I don’t think there’s any winning in this situation. I really wish I could let go of it, but I really, really can’t. I’m kind of stuck in the middle really. I can’t let go of everything I feel towards him, yet should he ever want to come back in my life, I couldn’t forgive his cruelty. Contradictory to this, if he ever got back in touch, wanting to meet up, I think I would do it, purely because I am incredibly curious of how he would act towards me. Part of me thinks he’d play the sympathy card. Part of me thinks he’d be one hundred percent unapologetic. All of me knows this will never happen.

Even though I said that part of me blames myself, my self esteem has been knocked, and I put my hands up, fully admitting that I wasn’t perfect in our relationship. I did stupid things, but I admit that, and I am sorry for that. But none of those things compare to this, and I cannot think of one single thing, or even multiples of things I have done, that would add up to me deserving this. I did not deserve this. I did not deserve to be treated the way I was and I don’t deserve to feel how I feel now. Nothing will change that now.

I hope he’s happy in the knowledge that in some ways, dramatic as it sounds, he’s ruined my life. After having not one, but two boys (they do not deserve the title of men) cut me out, how the hell am I supposed to let myself get close to anyone without the perpetual fear that they’ll inevitably leave? How am I supposed to even have somebody interested in me, when all I can think is what kind of game are they playing with me. Let’s face it, one has done the Mr. Player game, and the other liked to hurt me on purpose, just to see how I’d react. How can I tell anyone I love them, knowing that the only person I ever said that too, ignored it and didn’t even care. Anyone I did end up with would need the patience of a saint, and quite frankly I don’t think anyone would deem me worthy enough to be that patient for.

With this said, I still wish nothing bad on Ben. I resent the fact he’s so happy despite what he’s done to me, but I wouldn’t want to hear of anything bad coming his way. The only thing now that I could wish for, and the only thing that would be a catharsis to me would be to know that one day he woke up feeling so incredibly guilty for what he did, he’d feel a fraction of the pain I’m feeling now. I hope one day he’s mature enough to be sorry.

Happy 6 months.

♥: Numb
♪: -

137. memories consume, like opening the wound.

May 7th, 2010 by Jemi

A hung parliament, with Cameron most likely to become Prime Minister. I give it a month before the shit hits the fan and idiotic Tory voters will wonder what on Earth they were thinking when they voted him in.

Yesterday I went to the doctors to have my blood work made up to send for tests for my thyroid and kidneys. I don’t know if it was because I was tired or had other things on my mind, but I felt really nervous about getting it done, which is unusual for me. I go in, and the first needle is inserted and oh my god, it was painful. Really painful. And no blood came out. We waited for a little while, and then a ‘ffffff’ noise happened, which made me jump and the vein sprayed a little blood into the tube (sorry if anybody was planning on eating before reading this!) and then nothing else happened. So they tried another vein… nothing, it collapsed. They tried another vein… it collapsed. A second nurse was brought in… and again, veins collapsed. Each time was more and more painful and by this point I was crying and shaking because we’d reached something like needle seven at this point, and still, nothing, and each time it was getting more and more painful. Eventually I was referred to the hospital, where they managed to get the blood out fine, and it barely hurt at all. I was told, before I left the doctors, that I may get “a little bruising.”

…To the left you can see the “little” bruising they’re talking about. :| It looks much worse IRL. D: I think that’s the ‘ffff’ vein and one other one they desperately tried to get blood out of. My other arm also has marks. D: I don’t think I have it in me to ever become a needle-using drug addict. Now I wait to hear for the results I guess, fingers crossed it’s nothing too sinister.

Apart from that, everything is good. I get my till training tomorrow which is excellent as it’s a bit embarrassing when a customer want’s to be served and I have to say I’m unable to serve them because I haven’t been taught yet. I am loving my job though, and it is surprisingly challenging. I just hope I pick up everything at a steady pace and I pass my three-month probation period.

♥: Tired
♪: KoRn – Here To Stay

136. i know i’m not the only one; i’m sweatin, i’m sweatin.

May 3rd, 2010 by Jemi

So on Wednesday night, my feet and ankles swelled up to three times their size, making me look vaguely similar to Joseph Merrick (the Elephant Man, to save some people a trip to wikipedia). It was horrendous. I had CANKLES. It looked like I was baking bread in my shoes. :( Following a night of worrying my feet will drop off, I went to the doctors the following morning, and there is three possible causes for it. Firstly, it may just be that I’ve been on my feet too much, and the weather has been warmer and they just swelled extremely. Secondly, I could have a thyroid problem, and thirdly, and probably the most worrying, is that my kidney is not filtering blood properly. I don’t know what that means or what will happen if that’s the case. I am having blood tests done next week so I guess all will be revealed then. It wouldn’t surprise me if it was my kidney though, it’s still never given me any real respite. After a day of having my feet in ice they’ve gone down quite a bit. My ankles are still a little iffy though.

On Wednesday I completed all my inductions, which is cool. I start my job properly tomorrow, in theory. I say in theory, because despite the fact my job title is counter assistant, I haven’t received training to work on a counter yet, lolz. I don’t know what will happen if that’s the case. I hope they’ll ease me in gently though because I’m scared and puffy in the ankles. I will find out in 15 hours, nonetheless.

When my good friend Warren was back in the UK, he said to me that it was about time that I started fancying somebody else. I told him he was being ridiculous and that Michael Weston was for life (and if you’re reading, you still are, babe!) but I have been lured back to an old flame that I have an on-off love affair with: Dan Balan. 6′2 of tanned Romanian gorgeousness. Especially now he’s sexed up his image… rawr, baby. The loins are quivering. I’ve had an on-off crush on him since he did Dragostea Din Tei six years ago, and yes I realise I slipped up and had a thing for his ex band mate, Arsenium (who couldn’t when he sings with his accent. woof!) but it’s always been about him. He just kinda fell off the radar when Michael Weston (and a few others…) presented themselves in front of me. But then there I was… watching Clubland TV music channel (don’t judge me) when what does it say along the bottom? HOT NEW VIDEO – DAN BALAN – CHICA BOMB. I immediately choked on my Belvita breakfast biscuit and proudly announced ‘OMG ITS DAN BALAN!!!!… AND HES HOT!!!!” to my mum who clearly wasn’t as excited as I was. I endured 15 minutes of awful music until his video came on… and there he was. The song is pretty decent too, it’s been getting a lot of airplay on clubland. I can see it becoming a summer hit. Inna is also Romanian and she hit the top 10 with ‘Hot’ not so long back so it can be done. Really though, I reckon he released a song in the UK because he’s missing all my lovin.

Check out the song here. It’s probably a bit too dancey for some of my friends but I like it. Johanna (Shut Up!) is also worth YouTubing.

♥: Nervous
♪: Dan Balan – Johanna (Shut Up!)

135. touch me with your pretty fingers

April 27th, 2010 by Jemi

Today I officially left NUCA, and I can’t tell you how good that feels.

I may have mentioned that I was thinking of leaving the art school, and that it was no real hidden fact that I disliked NUCA, partly down to everything else that has making me feel low, but I’ve never explained in full what made me finally decide to leave. So be prepared for possibly the longest thing I’ve ever written on here, but it will probably do me good to try and explain it as clearly as I possibly can.

Ultimately, I am the one paying to attend NUCA. It is not compulsory I am there, nor is it anyone’s choice but mine. I control if I am there or not, but I was not happy there, and I am certain I wasn’t getting anything beneficial out of it. I mean, of course, I’m learning, but I don’t think I was learning anything that was particularly beneficial to me or what I wanted to do. I am positive that amongst my peers, each one of us wanted different things out of the course, and wanted to take different routes within photography, but I was not being taught to be the kind of photographer I wanted to be, or the photos I wanted to take.

I’m not awful at photography, and there was a time when I enjoyed it, because I chose to do it as a degree course, and I had fun working the concepts and editing photos, and I couldn’t have been too bad at taking photos either because I wouldn’t have been accepted at NUCA otherwise. I was extremely motivated – in sixth form I wrote my 5,000 word essay in 2 hours because I was so into what I was doing with my creative processes, but slowly my motivation dropped whilst being at the art school.

I feel like what I’m being “taught” in classes is not only pointless, but is all stuff we could figure out ourselves anyway. Hand on my heart; I don’t feel as if I’ve learnt a single thing since being there. I am self taught in all the photo-editing programs I use, using my camera, doing my own research, retouching etc., and really does being told to go out and take photos of Norwich over and over constitute as being taught anything? If I wanted to go out and take photos of Norwich, I’m certain I could go out and do that off my own back. With my course, I feel there’s no room for creativity. You’re given an assignment, such as “take photos of Norwich for a brochure/postcard/interactive CD rom (which, by the way are obsolete in terms of modern media)”, a project which there is little to no scope for creativity or skill – these photos are to be informative, not ‘fancy’, for want of a better expression. We go and do them, and then they critique them along with my other classmates, and then give another assignment which is equally as constricting in terms of creativity.  Our tutor’s can’t literally teach us to become better photographers, all they can do is tell us how we can take better photos next time round, and being frank, I can look at my own images and critique them and think about what I could do to improve them next time around. Do I really need to pay just over £6,000 a year for this?

Of course, I acknowledge that my tutors knowledge and critique are helpful to the projects I am doing, but the projects themselves are not beneficial to me or the photographer I wanted to be, which means really that the tutors are not very helpful to me, as a photographer. If I graduated from NUCA today, I could look back and say “I still am no further in understanding or knowing more that would have helped me, career wise.”, and being two thirds into my degree, I don’t think that is going to change.

Aside from that, I don’t feel comfortable at NUCA. I have been there for almost 2 years now, and I still feel like I don’t belong. I had two very good friends there, but they have since left due to not liking NUCA also. I don’t particularly love my classmates, I only know a handful of people at the school and I can only call them acquaintances. If anything, I have a few enemies, thanks to the childish antics of one ex-student, making my 2nd year in critiques awkward. That doesn’t make for an inviting atmosphere. I don’t feel comfortable amongst my peers, so I don’t feel comfortable in my school, and I don’t feel comfortable in my class. Without sounding offensive or odd, I am not like anyone there, and I have not seen anybody there who I feel I could get on with at more than an acquaintance level. The amount of work I get in my classes, juggled with the travelling I do to get there (meaning 6:30am starts and I often go to bed around 2:30am to get work done for the next day) means I am left feeling exhausted and overworked, with no motivation to do the work I have. This leads me to procrastinate, so I can actually have a bit of a life and do what I want to do without it being consumed entirely by NUCA that is making me miserable, which eventually leads to more stress, because I have a lot of work piled up. I’ve tried for the past 6 months to try and ‘suck it up’, but there’s only so much faking you can do before you can accept that no matter how hard you try, you are not going to be happy here. Being here has sucked all the enthusiasm I had for photography, and no longer want to do this for a career. I have been thinking this for a while now.

I kind of feel like that not only am I wasting money, but I am also wasting time. Time that could be spent doing other things that make me happy. I am young enough to cut my losses and start again, career wise. But most importantly, I can then give myself the time needed to focus on and fix the other aspects in my life that are making me unhappy. The only thing I would regret more than dropping out and wondering if I made a bad decision is staying at NUCA and realising next year that I completely wasted all that time, energy and money putting myself through so much stress, anxiety and unhappiness to the point that it made me physically sick and never wanting to get out of bed.

At this point, I’m not even sure if a BA degree will make me any more successful. Realistically, if I still wanted to pursue a career in photography, I would need more than just a degree, I would also need a good portfolio. However, I don’t think I could have a good portfolio based on the fact I haven’t advanced at all. At this point I should say that I gave up on the idea of being a photographer in the summer of my first year at NUCA, but instead I thought I could improve on my hobby and also gain a degree out of it, which is what I was more interested in getting than the course itself. I wanted something to outshine just about average grades and little work experience. I felt that if I had a degree, it would excuse a lot of that, and I could say that I have achieved something. I’m not even sure if I wanted to go to a university, not completely. We had lectures in sixth form from guest speakers from other universities telling us how great university was, and it made sense to go and further my education. I did it all without really thinking about it. I applied, I got in, I started going. I never stopped to think about if it was what I wanted. Now I think I could progress more and feel more of a sense of achievement not being in school.

I no longer take photos in my spare time; there is too much pressure and grief associated with it, because NUCA is sapping all the enthusiasm from me. It’s sad to think about that when I do have free time, I no longer want to do something I once enjoyed. I feel this way about a lot of things but I know that my passion for photography was definitely flattened by the art school.

I don’t think this is an issue of changing my degree, if I could rewind the past two years, I probably would have picked a different university and course, but I’ve since learnt that it’s just not a case of changing degree, I genuinely feel that university just isn’t for me.

Most importantly, I just want to be happy, and right now I think that even if I got a small part time job so that I’m able to pay bills and keep and figure out what it is will make me happy, will make me feel a thousand times better than I would being at university. Those that I have spoken to about leaving have been very supportive towards me and I feel that there would be no pressure of disappointment from these people, which is a relief as it had worried me when I first started thinking about leaving. I wouldn’t say I regretted going, I made a really good friend there and there is a small feeling of satisfaction knowing I was smart enough to get into a dedicated art university, and I feel like I’ve learnt a lot about myself by being there, but perhaps I don’t need to be there as much as I thought I did.

University isn’t for everyone, especially an art university, but I fail to see the point of going anymore when I’ve come to hate what I’m studying. I see no point in me wasting time, money that could be better spent and fighting mountains of anxiety, sadness, stress and exhaustion every day just for a diploma, because that’s all I’m really doing it for. As nice as it would be to have a degree, I just feel physically and mentally exhausted and I don’t think I can give any more time to NUCA. The cons outweigh the pros.

So long NUCA, and thanks for all the debt.

♥: Relieved
♪: !!! – There’s No Fucking Rules, Dude

134. tilling my own grave to keep me level.

April 22nd, 2010 by Jemi

Over the weekend I reactivated my Facebook. I had originally decided that I was going to reactivate it, and then keep a separate account with only close family and friends on it, but apparently that’s against the Facebook rules. So my new plan was to reactivate my Facebook account… and never look at the news feed. Which worked fine for about 3 hours until I decided I wanted to read over 300 news feed stories, and of course Ben cropped up in there and I got annoyed and remembered why I wasn’t going to look at my news feed in the first place. So I’m back, but if you need my attention or want me to see an update in particular, you’ll need to let me know, as I’m not going to see it – I just go straight to my profile. :)

My antivirus also expired this week. I anticipated this happening so I installed this years version of the program I use, and interestingly when I went to boot up my PC yesterday, a notification popped up telling me that my antivirus had unpinned my current browser, Internet Explorer 8, in favour of me well, picking a better one. This put me out of joint a bit as despite the stick it gets, IE8 isn’t a bad browser, and it still holds over 50% usage share of web browsers. I like using it. But since my antivirus went to all the trouble of unpinning it from my task bar for me (:|) I’d have a look at a couple of the other browsers around, and what I decided to use ended up shocking me quite a bit… Safari. The Mac browser.

Anybody that knows me well knows that I loathe and detest Mac/Apple with a reasonable passion, so now I feel I should justify not only my reasons for picking Safari, but also how I actually feel about Macs and Apple on the whole.  My problem with Apple isn’t so much software based (I’ve used iTunes for some time now), or even with their products, it’s Mac users and the pretension that follows them. For a start, they call people who work in Mac stores ‘Geniuses’ – is that not pretension at it’s finest? I don’t believe these people are geniuses at all, and certainly not for choosing to own/or support Mac products. When they win Nobel prizes, I will consider them Geniuses. Until then, they are glorified shop assistants. When you break it down, a lot of Apple/Mac products are only bought because people think it’s the ‘cool’ thing to do, because they’re brainwashed into thinking they’re the best thing since sliced bread. One Mac freak (despite him claiming not to be) I know described a Mac as ‘miracle of modern engineering‘. Yeah. I know. But what exactly makes them so special? Macs are the only computers available at Uni because they are supposedly ‘industry standard’ and Adobe products, i.e. Photoshop supposedly runs better on them. Says who? If you have an older macbook, vs a shit-hot PC, of course it’s going to run better on the PC. All the programs available for the Mac are available for the PC and really the PC has a damn sight more available for it. I really hate that Mac always seems to beat down PC’s and make them sound awful (the Mac vs PC adverts) comes to mind, but if they are so awful, why do all modern day Macs come equipped with Intel chips? Surely that just makes them overpriced, when you think you can buy a laptop with the exact same specifications at the same price? The same applies with all Apple products really. Everybody runs to the iPod and the iPhone, thinking that because it is an Apple product, it must be the best. No. It’s got to a point now where Apple can bring out any product and people will fawn over it just because it’s an Apple product. iPad, anyone? Upgrades are no different really. You pay around £90 for Apple RAM (a quick google search tells me this, I may be wrong but I know it’s not cheap) and then you have to get one of the aforementioned “Geniuses” to get them to install it, in comparison to a PC where you can install the RAM yourself, and for about £20. Ridiculous.

Anyway. I’m not explaining my argument well (to grasp a better idea of what I mean, google Charlie Brooker’s ‘I hate Macs’ article. He shares pretty much the same views as me and that makes him a thousand times hotter to me.)

As for my browser choice. With Internet Explorer out of the equasion, for me it was down to Firefox, Google Chrome or Safari. Firefox was automatically ruled out, a) because I’ve already used it and I’m not that bothered by it, and b) It bothers me that everybody thinks I SHOULD use it, therefore I must. I downloaded both Google Chrome and Safari, and the reason why I decided against Google Chrome is because I don’t like the lack of Google search bar (I’m aware that it’s built into the address bar, but I don’t what my URL history to be hindered by my searches for ‘Michael Weston naked’ and ‘Megan Fox is minging’ etc.) plus I felt that the address bar was a bit too big and reminded me of Comic Sans MS. Safari, whilst I admit it’s not as quick as Google Chrome (but I’m in no rush. It’s only the internet! My life doesn’t depend on a fast website loading speed) it’s a lot neater in design and takes up less room, meaning I can optimise screen space. Can’t be bad.

I also joined up to FormSpring the other day. If anyone fancies leaving me a question, anonymous or otherwise, you can do so here.

My inductions start tomorrolo. Nervouuuus!

♥: Nervous
♪: Unreal Tournament OST – Strider

133. do you remember the first time?

April 18th, 2010 by Jemi

Word! It’s been a pretty busy fortnight so I’ll try and recap on everything that I’ve done in the past fortnight;

So last Thursday (8th) I had my interview for the job I mentioned in my previous post. I think it went really well!  The interview was held with a different person than expected, which through me off a little bit, but overall it was okay, it felt much less like an inquisition than the previous job interview I had gone for in summer. I was told at the interview that it’s very hard to score an interview at their company, so to even have got to that stage was an achievement, which increased my confidence and I think that helped in the interview too. I left feeling very positive.

On the Saturday (10th) I met up with Emma and her friend Miyuki, who was staying with her and showing her around Norwich for the weekend. We went for lunch at a resturant called ‘Sakura’, which is a Japanese 焼き肉 (‘Yakiniku’ or Barbeque) restaurant where you are given bite sized portions of food and you cook it on a grill that is in the centre of the table. Because you’re cooking the food yourself, it’s pretty basic food (grilled meat/fish/vegetables with sides of rice, miso soup, pickles etc.) which some people may not like, but I think it makes up for that in ‘fun’ factor. It’s definitely more of a social event plus it’s fun and cheap (my meal cost £6 altogether, including a drink) so I’d definitely go again. It was nice to catch up with Emma for a bit and I’m looking forward to seeing her in June. After lunch with Emma, I had to go home as I was helping to babysit my six-month-old niece Natasha (I call her Nash for short) for the night. I was looking forward to helping look after Nash, but oh my God what an eyeopener it was. Babies are so demanding! They’re always farting, pooing, (sometimes) crying and puking. More specficially… puking on me. Up until then I’d wanted three children, all within a two or three year age gap of each other. Totally thinking otherwise, now. They are so high matainence that I would wait at least 5 years inbetween now (so whilst one is at school, I can deal with the other, ha!) and maybe only have 2 instead. I’m a very clean person and I don’t like being dirty so I don’t think I could stand being a parent in that aspect. But I suppose when it’s your own kid you don’t mind too much, do you? I still wouldn’t exactly be thrilled, though.

Now onto this week! On Monday lunchtime…. I got a call telling me that I got the job! :D So now the job is mine I can say a little bit more about it; It’s at Sainsburys, but I’m not working on the tills, it is a pharmacy position. Initially I am just a customer assistant but I will be given the oppourtunity to train up so that I can have more pharmaceutical responsibilities and I hope I will be lucky enough to be offered the oppourunity to train and learn a Pharmacy NVQ and make a career out of this as I’ve been interested in a medical career ever since I was in hospital last year. But we’ll see. It’s just early days at the moment, I am only working part time in the evenings! But that’s fine, I didn’t want to rush straight into a full time job, after having difficulties with anxiety and stress, I worry a full time would be jumping from the frying pan into the fire. At least this way I can go at my own pace, and as I build my confidence again, work my way up to more hours, full time, and then hopefully a career. It’s funny to think though, I never imagined ever becoming a (potential) pharmacist for a career! But I like the sound of it. :)  I start my induction this Friday so spare me a thought if you will!

This Thursday, I decided I was sick of my hair (again!) and I wanted it darker, so I have dyed it what the bottle described as ‘Intense Dark Brown’ …it’s so intense it’s virtually black, haha. But I like it! I wish it was my natural hair colour. :( You can see a picture of it on the left. I’ve blacked out my eyes because the photo had really bad camera shake and it made my eyes look pretty much psychotic. D: In the evening I met with Freya for a few drinks. I don’t see Freya all that often now because she goes to university at Brighton, so like with Emma I only see her when she’s back for holidays etc. But it was good seeing her; what I love most about out friendship is that we can go for months and months without speaking to each other, but we can always pick up where we left off, and theres never any need to try hard. She has been a real catharsis for me over the past few months whilst I have tried to deal with the Ben situation as best I can, and it was something she said to me which really struck a chord with me when we were drinking on Thursday – she reads this blog and she commented that she read that I felt I was alone with everything that had been going on and one of the main reasons she got back in touch is because she knew I wasn’t alone, and she wanted me to know that. And that was really, really sweet. So seeing that she reads this – I love you, and thank you for everything, seriously. <3

On Friday (getting there now!) I went shopping with my mum for her birthday presents, but also to go to have a meal to celebrate me getting my job. We went to Threeways, which is a Lebonese restuarant. Unlike most restaurants we tend to go to, it’s not a chain restuarant, and is family ran. I’ve never had Lebonese food before but OH.MY.GOD. the food is amazing! I’m so in love with Lebonese food right now. Me and my mum shared a meal for two (though it could have easily fed three) consisting of chargrilled chicken, hummous, garlic sauce, Lebonese pickles, Lebonese salad and baklava for dessert. All the food tasted so fresh, it was reasonably cheap and it was pretty healthy stuff too. TOTALLY comes first for favourite food now. If you’ve never tried it before, I’d seriously recommend it. HUNGRY I HAVE BECOME! Also I finally sorted out iTunes, like 5 months after reformating my computer. It’s nice to have my music back. :|

I think that’s all for now, finally! Haha. I should have another biggish update soon. Await it.

♥: Itchy.
♪: 2 Bullet – Pray For Me

132. constant tyrannical thought.

April 2nd, 2010 by Jemi

I am only updating really to mention that I have a job interview on Thursday. I don’t want to give too much away or get my hopes up too much, but it would be nice if I got it. Anybody reading, please keep your fingers crossed for me. Apart from that; I haven’t done much. I reactivated my Facebook a couple of days ago, but got extremely nervous and paranoid moments after, and put it back to it’s deactivated state. Now I’m not certain of when I will be back. I try to stop thinking by playing a lot of Left 4 Dead 2. It’s become almost a ritual now.


To end this mostly pointless post, I need to add that I am hideously infatuated with Michael Weston. If anyone is an avid House fan then they will probably know him as Lucas Douglas. His scruffy stubble/hair/blue eyes combo makes me want to strangle a mountain ox. Mmmf.

♥: Tipsy.
♪: Evanescence – Haunted

131. so much pain; i can barely feel a thing.

March 27th, 2010 by Jemi

For the past few days; for reasons I’m not comfortable talking about on here just yet, have been very strenuous emotionally. As a result it’s had my subconscious ticking over and I keep dreaming about Ben. This isn’t a good thing, so I keep waking up in the early hours and am so unsettled, I can’t get back to sleep.

It makes me furious that he’s ruined my life and his is so fucking peachy. I wish that someone could make him see all that he’s put me through and make him feel so incredibly guilty that just for a second, he felt just a tiny fraction of how bad he’s made me feel. Because I don’t deserve any of this. Yet I’m the one being punished.

130. never want to be old, & i don’t want dependence.

March 22nd, 2010 by Jemi

I realise that I have probably told most people about this now, but for those that are not in the know; I got my eyebrows waxed last week. They are archy and fantastic.

I deactivated my Facebook account today, as it’s not very pleasent seeing your ex being tagged in photos, being selfish and thinking about number one, without a tiniest piece of guilt or remorse for flaunting it in my face. I often wonder why it is that everybody I know ends up being a total let down or treating me like crap. I realise there is a few people who haven’t been like that and I am forever grateful for that, but it really doesn’t seem fair that I am good to others and this is the thanks I get. Take Ben for example; he tells me a few weeks before he does his magical disappearing act that I was the best girlfriend he’d had – he rewards me with this by cheating (which he claims is my fault because he’d never been in a relationship this long before), screwing with my head, using me for one thing only, and then eventually disappearing for good – but still keeping on his list just to show how happy he is without me around. I guess the simplest thing to do is just delete him. But it’s him with the problem, not me.

Besides, Facebook is full of people that you either hardly know or went to high school with and keep talking to me on Facebook chat being all ‘OH MY GOD YOU’VE GOT SO HOT WANT TO GO FOR A DRINK LOL?’ No. Let me browse Facebook in peace. I don’t really use Facebook much apart from stalkery anyways. Those who I do enjoy talking to have other ways of contacting me anyway, so it’s not all bad.

I probably sound like a record stuck on repeat. Sorry.

♥: Tired
♪: Porcupine Tree – Sentimental