Things that annoy me #372

Paki shop/Paki's/Chinky's

If you're going to be some huge racist (which is horrid enough and I don't exactly need to detail on why it annoys me as really the reasons should be common sense) don't proceed to indulge in things from a culture you're being so disgusting about. Chinese takeaway? No, you're not allowed that food after being massively racist. And "Paki's"? First of all, it's quite probable that that Indian grub you're treating yourself to this weekend wasn't made by someone from Pakistan - c'mon kids, try and be more accurate with your racism! - and secondly, no! Stop using derogatory terms towards people who are exactly the same as you, especially when you're paying them for your dinner! It doesn't make any sense!

Racism is something that, especially in this age, can only exist through nurture. I wish parents would stop being ignorant and teach their children that, no, the colour of someone's skin does not define them.

Aaaaaaargh.

(I am ill and cranky, I'm sorry!)

wah wah wah

I am a huge mess. No make up, bed hair, sick as a dawwwg. You can see Ted's ear in the corner. That's right, I'm a 19 year old who's still heavily attached to cuddly toys. Er.

So it looks like my idea of having "at least fifteen minutes of solid podcast goodness" by the end of this week isn't going to be happening considering my voice is so croaky and gruff that my mother didn't recognise me on the phone - "It's SARAH" "Who?" "SARAH." "What?" "your daughter!"

I didn't go to college today which is hugely irritating considering
a) I'd just gotten back
b) I want to help edit my group's radio drama and help record and direct the kid who's playing George
c) I was meant to be at a meeting in the afternoon for my FMP, organising our pitch and instead had to email everything I wanted to say across to one of my peers and hope he translates things well enough to the others (ie make Rob do some work, please)

Awh gosh, I'm insanely tired so it's back to bed with a Dr Pepper (healthy) and the Time Traveler's Wife. I guess a plus side to being ill is that I don't have to be outside in the awful weather. I was all for rain yesterday but it gets old pretty fast.

I'd like Tom to come over and provide me with cuddles. I'd also like to just be well again.

Rain, rain...

The night's sleep didn't really do me any good; although the itchy leg madness has ceased, my throat's gotten worse meaning I spent the majority of my day croaking at my peers or giving up on speaking altogether. Everyone from my bus driver to my lecturers have taken the piss out of my voice, or lack thereof, but, despite that, returning to college was nowhere near as bad as I was anticipating. Hurrah!

I got off a few stops before my usual bus stop on the way home so I could walk in the rain. I'm not really a rain kind of person, complaining that it makes my hair frizz and covers my glasses with splotches that I constantly have to wipe away with makeshift finger windscreen wipers buuut today I enjoyed it, and it wasn't like it mattered if it ruined me because, well, I was only going home. I know it's really cliché to say so, but sometimes rain is really refreshing and today I felt I needed it.

The rain wasn't all good, though, especially during the walk from college to the bus stop...

It was like a worm massacre.

Honestly, I'm sure there were about fifty worms who during the rainy day had crawled (no, worms don't really crawl do they? slither? wriggle?) from the neatly manicured squares of grass on the college campus onto the main path. A mistake, I feel, as I noticed that almost every single one had been (accidentally, I hope) stamped on as students rushed home. Poor worms. After I carefully crept my way through the earthworm graveyard, I got to my bus stop only to be welcomed with an entire puddle splashed upon me thanks to a passing van. Brilliant.

Argh!

My throat is killing me! And I think I've had an allergic reaction to something because my legs and hands are incredibly itchy, to the point where it's upsetting.

I'm kind of scared about college tomorrow, I've been off a week (a week! A week! That is a ridiculous expanse of time and I will probably NEVER CATCH UP, BALLS!) and I'm scared that Dave's going to be a dick to me about it and awwgh! Frustrating times.

Okay okay okay, it's time for sleep so I wake up tomorrow morning and have enough time to mentally prepare myself for the pile of work that awaits me. Sweet.

Sylvester Stallone watches over me like a proud dad (not in a weird way)

Death on a stick

Right now I'm tucked up in bed reading The Virgin Suicides - although, presently, I'm evidently not - and enjoying a glass of milk. The plan was to return home from Tom's, hangover free and ready to continue producing a podcast, however, those final two drinks from last night (double vodkas. Quadruple vodka?) pushed me over the edge and left me spending the entirety of my Sunday in bed, only leaving to travel from Tom's bed to my own. Mind you, I did have a quick pit stop at the newsagents so I could grab a tube of Pringles and a Dr Pepper. Texas BBQ and an appointment with the misunderstood doctor always manages to more or less cure me of my self inflicted illnesses...

This week I'm hoping to have at least fifteen minutes of solid podcast goodness, even if it's just me waffling for a while, a couple of songs and a feature entitled 'Cats I've Seen' (I'm having a creative block and you know what they say: desperate times, desperate measures) I'll probably post it on here where it will be heard by no one apart from someone who has accidentally stumbled upon this tiny corner of the internet but even then it's likely that that poor soul would have closed the window immediately.

I don't really have anything other than that to say today, really. This week has been an incredibly dull one due to illness, something which I still haven't shaken and was probably worsened by my adventures into binge drinking last night. Tuesday was lovely, Tom came round and we watched I Love You, Man or at least half of it but the rest of the week was heavily uneventful; on Friday I stayed in and watched Over the Rainbow, something which I regret as I am now hooked, and yesterday I recorded my dad doing the narration parts for my college radio drama project. He has such a lovely voice!

Last night was excellent! I won't be tedious and detail every moment of it and, instead, will leave you with a picture of myself and my absolutely beautiful friend.

"Bring Back TURKEY TWIZLERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

There are so many things wrong with that Facebook group.

1) See above picture.

2) The misspelling of 'Twizzlers'. I know that when things like this are pointed out, it's incredibly irritating (Eats, Shoots and Leaves is a perfect example of this) but this typo just doubles my annoyance at this group

3) Why are there so many exclamation marks? No one, Turkey Twizzler lover or not, could be that excited about them.

4) They are demanding the return of something so devoid of nutritional value it could be barely described as food. Plus, they were fucking revolting.

EXCITING NEWS!

'I will Follow Him' and 'Take My Breath Away' sound QUITE SIMILAR.

Another brilliant piece of news is (drumroll) the Jude Law version of Alfie is on soon! Hurrah! It's terrible! I will watch it and enjoy it thoroughly! I have something of a reputation of loving terrible films and television. Oh, don't worry, I do love good films too but who isn't a fan of trash? Eurotrip, anyone? GENIUS FILM.

Ah excellent!

I'm not completely sure why I'm bothering with this; I have nothing to say which really defeats the point.

I had a Tumblr but everyone on there, or at least the people I experienced, were fifteen year old teeny boppers with an obsession for los campesinos! and/or johnny foreigner (Don't get me wrong, I'm a big fan of both bands but not to the point where I have to revolve my entire life around them) so instead I've turned to blogger where, hopefully, I'll be able to find some interesting things and, in turn, write something myself - although, knowing me, I'll obsess over the fact that everyone but me has something brilliant to say and I have absolutely nothing apart from "oh my god, how great is Final Fantasy" and I've been flogging that horse for far too many years.

At the moment I'm feeling pretty run down. College is throwing about a million deadlines at me, the wankers, and now I've contracted some grim illness which may be glandular fever. See, if I wasn't such a coward, I'd have an answer to whether it's mono or not but when the doctor (Doctor Ellis, a big jolly man who I've fallen a bit in love with purely for his massive grin) mentioned a blood test, I was ready to leave and return to bed. I don't think it's glandular fever though, I just reckon I'm overtired and headachey and brrr. Yes.

I'm thinking of using this to, er, vaguely document my attempts at being a radio DJ however, at the moment, that just means saying things like "Today I emailed ANOTHER radio station about work experience! Golly gee!" so I'll probably just detail my general goings on as well. Brilliant.