And if you get that movie reference, there's a really good chance we can be friends.
Welly welly welly. I've dabbled with blogs before - check out http://www.myspace.com/shaunetteofthedead for rantings from the past - but a friend's recent blogging (http://www.geekyrabbit.blogspot.com/) has prompted me to take up the habit again. I just feel like I have so much to offer the world: my hate; my opinonated rantings; my solid certainty that my taste in books and films is better than yours....So, so much to offer.
So here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known - the road of expressing myself through movie quotations and song lyrics, that is. I'll update this as and when I have a) time, and b) something I feel strongly enough about to blog on the subject. For now, a little about my good self.
I am currently working one full-time job in a library; one part-time job as a Youth Worker (yep, to the amazement/horror of my friends I am allowed to work with children); and two casual jobs as an Educational Facilitator, which essentially means I play pretend that it's the past and work with schools groups. Lots of fun. At present I live with my mum -- lame -- as I'm saving up to move out. Which will be very soon, fingers-crossed, as soon as my soon-to-be-housemate/landlord, we'll call him The Dog, gets an offer accepted on a house. Then I shall be what they call "sans parents" and can go to a movie on a school-night like that.
Mostly I spend what little free time I have chillin' with my bitches, the Geeky Rabbit of aforementioned blogging fame, her boyf. Mr Rabbit and their housies The Duke and Ginger (names not selected by myself) and our many mutual friends, first and foremost being Everyone's Favourite Racist (EFR), a.k.a. the Geekmeister. Let me show you around some of my core friends:-
1. The Geekmeister, a.k.a. EFR after a note-worthy bout of casual racism (in an ironic fashion, you understand). We did our Master's degrees together (yep, I am educated to the MAX) and bonded over our mutual love of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the pub. We've been rocking our favourite public house, the P&W, for a good three years together now. I introduced her to Geeky Rabbit and Mr Rabbit just a few short months ago, at which point we discovered Geekmeister and Mr Rabbit are essentially the same person. Geekmeister now spends most of her time round the Cathays Triangle, where every time something fun happens without me I die a little inside.
2. Geeky Rabbit, a.k.a. Rabbit in a Hat. One of my many random roles involves organising and acting in interactive workshops for kids based on Alice in Wonderland, in which I am Alice. Last year I wanted to expand the show and add another character, so asked mutual friend The Lawyer if she knew any am-dram types who would like to play the Queen of Hearts. Geeky Rabbit was the one she suggested - and Rabbit ended up playing the White Rabbit, appropriately enough, and the Queen of Hearts. And she's the Queen of my Hearts. Oh yeah. We pretty much bonded over a child freaking out about the Queen cheating at croquet, and went from there.
3. Mr Rabbit - who I met by going to a fancy-dress party at which I knew no one. Rabbit had invited me and The Lawyer, but said she wouldn't be at the Triangle until 2-ish, because of work. I thought she meant during the day and hadn't planned on arriving that early anyway. The Lawyer couldn't make it; so, dressed as a Victorian explorer complete with pith helmet and whip, I marched alone through the 'Diff to the Triangle, and when the door was answered asked if the Rabbit could come out to play. Only to find that she was at work until 2am and wasn't there. So I joined the party anyway and befriended Mr Rabbit by talking Macbeth and geek-tastic topics with him. I also bring my complete box set of Buffy DVDs to the mix, which is why I frequently spend entire weekends lost in the Cathays Triangle.
4. The Dog - buying a house in which I shall soon be living. We met at Uni and became friends via mutal aquaintence Hawko, who I'll get to in a minute. The Dog is one of those shy, quiet types that take ages to get to know you and start opening up - and then you end up knowing him for eight years and getting such lines as, "One day Hawko and I fear we're going to actually rape someone, and then say 'But I meant it ironically!'" The Dog also crafted my favourite Valentine's poem: Roses are red, Violets are blue, And you're nothing to me. Nothing.
5. Hawko. Ahhhh, Hawko. Who got this nickname because of a time he passed out drunk and was drooling on himself and apprently looked like Stephen Hawkings. We did the same course at University, didn't speak for pretty much the first month or so, then discovered we were the ones involved in a heated online debate over whether music lyrics counted as poetry. And what started as a very intellectual friendship has devolved over the intervening years into something sick and dark and twisted that involves the kind of jokes I can't post on a public forum. We once wondered aloud what it would be like to have nice, supportive friends who don't judge you and make jokes about you. We concluded we'd have nothing to talk about and moved on from there...
6. Mimi. If I ever admitted I feel feelings, I'd say she's one of my very bestest friends. We went to school together and got talking because of 'This Morning With Richard, Not Judy'. We were in the same maths class and were sat next to two popular girls who, after the first week, decided they wanted to cut us off like dead wood and sit with each other instead. So Mimi and I ended up sat together. We sat in total silence for about 45 minutes, then Mimi turned to me and said hesitantly, "Do ... do you like 'This Morning With Richard, Not Judy'?", I replied, "TMWRNJ!" and started making Curious Orange noises, and twelve years later we're still rocking our almost-shared birthday (two days apart).
7. Ali. The Alster and I also went to shcool together, were part of the same friend-group that turned on each member one by one until everyone got kicked out (aahhhh, those happy teenage years) and Ali and I then didn't speak for pretty much a decade until, of all things, Facebook reuinted us! We now
Much like the Hotel California in that respect.
Well, think I've rambled on enough for one post - I'll be back later to regale you with tales from 1923.