My blogging resolution did not work. However I am back, with an update on my ELECTRIFYING life. You may notice some strange choices of word here. I have decided that I have been using certain words (exciting, hurrah, woohoo and wow) far too much, so in another of my ongoing efforts to put "improve me" resolutions into practise, I am going to use the Microsoft Word (TM) Thesaurus as I construct this entry.
I am currently listening to the soundtrack to
which has been a rare occurrence lately; however, I have just returned from Alex's in Rob's car, while listening to Elaine Paige's top 10 musical programme thing on Radio 2, which put me in a musical mood. With such tremendously witty lyrics as:
"ROSALIA: When I will go back to San Juan.
ANITA: When you will shut up and get gone?
ROSALIA: Everyone there will give big cheer!
ANITA: Everyone there will have moved here!" (from "America")
why was it not even in the Top 10?! I hate Elaine Paige. She is a bitch. I would like to spike her drinks with poo.
I watched "Dirty Dancing" for the second time ever the other day. I came to the conclusion that I will never be attracted to Patrick Swayze, as he mings. That is all I have to say about the film.
I have begun my summer job at Warwick Accommodation. It is messing with my mind. Not only do I greet everyone I know with "Good morning/afternoon, Warwick Accommodation", but I wake up at 3am regularly in a cold sweat having nightmare-d about being chased by hoards of prospective students wanting to sacrifice me in voodoo rituals because I could not provide them with "the 39-week let on-campus ensuite accommodation that is so important to international students". I find myself rocking backwards and forwards in my chair answering imaginary emails as described below:
"Dear Bobolinia,
Unfortunately we do not allow students' relatives to stay in off-campus accommodation during term time, but I have attached a document containing details of landlords offering short term lets (the B-list). Hope this helps.
Regards,
Kylie"
and then... brace yourself for real terror... sending the email without attaching the B-list!!! It really doesn't bear thinking about. I need to get out of this job, and soon.
So... I have decided to become a hospital dogsbody. I will be sending my CV to them shortly.
"My father is a bastard,
My ma's an S.O.B.
My grandpa's always plastered,
My grandma pushes tea.
My sister wears a mustache,
My brother wears a dress.
Goodness gracious, that's why I'm a mess!"
Oh Mr Sondheim, you are quite the wit.
