Christmas treat turmoil

New Years = New Years Resolutions, and for me this means the same two i make every year, learn to drive and lose weight. The first is all dependant on how much money i can save (and considering i've made the choice to learn how to ride a bike instead of drive a car, that sum has shrunk significantly) but the loosing weight has wobbled, toppled and landed all the tune of a ridiculing tuba because of the Christmas Snacks!

For some reason my Mum (the official Head of Christmas in our house) gave the food buying duty to my Dad and my eldest brother, a weekend before Christmas they saddled up the family car and ventured to Iceland for cheap yet yummy pickable foodstuffs. Seeing all the deals they had the loaded up what seemed to be two trolleys worth of mini sausage rolls, Quality Streets, little sausages and Twiglets, and so after Christmas day came and went, after the massive family party we hold every boxing day became a hazy, hungover memory, our dining room is still laden with mini food and cardboard tubed nibbles, none of which can i ignore when i walk through it to the kitchen when i have aspirations of a healthy dinner!

As such, my planned 'move-about-more-don't-eat-bad-stuff' diet regime is worth nought.

Still, i've not spent any of my latest pay-check yet so hopefully i wont have to run for any buses in the near future!

All Hallows Ween

the night is once again upon us, finally i can walk around in a costume an not get 'looks' of people, i feel as tho we should have more costume lead holidays, sure you can dress up like santa or an elf at the celebration of a dude who dabbled in witch-craft, cannibalism an blood letting (think about it, its true) an maybe a giant a bunny (celebrating....erm, how bunny's soothed JC's hunger with...chocolate when, erm, he was...fuck it WHY CHOCOLATE EGG LADEN RABBITS PEOPLE, IT MAKES NO SENSE) an you can always celebrate your own day in your very own birthday suit, but thats it. Think i may start my very own campaign to start a Simpsonsesque 'Do As You Feel Day', seriously, how cool would it be to stroll down the shops dressed like a pirate an get served by a big chili. Costumes make the world a happier place, now i have to finish my noose, scrawl reasons why i killed myself on a shirt an hope that no one at the party knew someone who hung themselves!

It has now been a week since i did a Work Trial at a shop in Bexleyheath....for those who dont know, a work trial means i work somewhere for a week without gettin paid to let the company know what i'm like and if they should hire me, i got my travel paid for (an expansive 12 whole pounds) and a lunch allowance (living like a lunchtime King on £3 a shift). They kind of flippantly said that i'd find out this week if i have a position over Chrimbo, it is now the end of the week, and i've heard nothing...altho that may be cos i didnt jump into their little clique they had there, it seemed as tho if you talk bollocks with the supervisor an laugh at his loud voice neighing, abrasive and sliiiiightly offensive statements about his sex life he didnt like you, an me being me, i sat in the staff room an read during my breaks (which seemed to put them on edge), when on the shop floor i kept myself busy an helped customers (which i received no kind of training for...lucky i knew a bit about what i was selling!) i would like a job for christmas, but i'm kinda secretly hopin i didnt get this one, purely so i dont ever have to talk to them again!