Friday 29 May 2009

sunburnt chin!

Today was a glorious day, it resulted in me getting a sunburnt chin!? how? (nose, chest, back and arm - the left side) oh how I love the summertime and my pasty pale skin. Tomorrow I shall be fighting the masses in ASDA to get my hands on the sun cream. Knowing my luck the only ones left will probably be the creams that cost like £17 a bottle or something. But I suppose its better than getting skin cancer.

My nin and grumps (nan and grandad) came down to sunny Wolves today with my two delightful uncles, Nathan and Jacob. Ben, myself and kat my housemate took them to west park for a bit of a kick around. It was lovely, although it came to my attention that the council really need to put a fence around the boating lake. The amount of toddlers that were right near the edge made me really worry, especially as their parents did not seem to mind as they walked 7677 miles behind them.

We ended up going to the carvery and having a nice meal whilst sat in the sun - this is where I think my skin burnage took place, due to the fact kat wanted to sit in the sun without a parasol. My Nin then took us ASDA got us some food and two bottles of wine, which I shall enjoy whilst having a BBQ on Sunday. Although im not that good at BBQ cooking , so by Monday I shall probably have food poisoning.

Monday 25 May 2009

Bank holiday

I was supposed to be working today, but as I have worked every bank holiday going in the past. I think my manager took pity on me and gave me the day off. I had plans to go the park today and sit in the sun getting stuck into a decent book whilst Ben played footy or whatever with the lads. I do like the sun, but I'm the type of person that would get hot in the arctic. Im always too hot, and have a constant battle with the other half over my constant window opening, I love a good old breeze.

Well my day with me waking up 1pm so that was half the day wasted, when I looked outside anyway the weather was grim. So the park idea was scrapped. I did take a look at the lighthouse cinema, there is an interesting looking italian film with english subtitles - 'il divo' (not that jumped up group of singers) the trailer contained a lot of gunfire and violent film shinannigans, but it looks good. I didn't go see it today but may do so in the week. I worked out it would be cheaper going to asda and buying a DVD.

In the DVD section I was accosted by a foreign gypsy/maffia looking man, wearing a lemon colured vest and a grotesque handlebar moustcahe. He asked me ....''where is the pornograph cd''....horrible horrible little man. For a start he was stood in the disney dvd section, so wouldn't have had much look there. I pointed him in the direction of an innocent looking woman working on the george clothes section. Hopefully she would have told him to piss off and stop asking cutomers where the 'pornograph' is.

Anyway the DVD choice of the day was blood diamond. A really good film, leo dicaprio even does a decent-ish south african accent. Although it has put me off getting a diamond ring when I get married. A haribo jelly ring will do fine.

Sunday 10 May 2009

Drop Dead Fred

I have just read some devastating news from the trash that is heat magazine. So i'm hoping it's not true.

Apparently a group of directors have got together and have come up with the not so genius idea of remaking 'Drop Dead Fred', What are they thinking. Bloodywell leave it alone!! It's only like one of the best films from my childhood. And it shouldn't be touched up and redone, becuase it can't be made any better.

Lanky streak of piss Russell Brand is lined up for the lead role. And he is rubbish at anything other than being a complete idiot.

I hope to god this news isn't true. If it is I may shed a tear or two.

Tuesday 5 May 2009

Another early start to the day.

I'm up with the larks today, well for me it's early. Apart from Tuesday and Sunday I'm never awake at this hour, probably because I have been conditioned by the university time system. Which is like no other. I often find that in lectures that what is actually a two hour time period can feel like ten, and it's times like now when I have essays to finish and hand in, that time just seems to vanish.

I haven't read the days news yet, although I have read /listened/viewed it everyday since I was about 11 I think today I may not bother. It will probably only be depressing anyway. And I can do without the depression of the nations goings on.

After this essay is handed in I'll have only one more to go on Friday. Then that's it. Summer can commence. I can't wait to just go the park and chillout in the sun *fingers crossed*, with a good book and a mr.whippy, or a twister if the ice cream man sells them. You can't seem to purchase them in mnat places nowadays.

I'm really looking forward to next week, I am going to London with Ben to the Oval theatre to watch a play called 'Boo'. Inspired by the charcater of Boo Radley, from 'To kill a mockingbird'. I expect this is going to be something worth watching. Although at school I hated studying the text, I have realised since I have grown up that this was probably down to the fact we had a really crap teacher and nothing to do with the book itself. I think I may throw my judgements away and read it again over summer with fresh eyes.
After the play hopefully we will have time to do very touristy things like stand outside Buckingham palace and have our pictures taken.....yay.

Monday 4 May 2009

Im back.....although you probably haven't even noticed I've been away.

Blummin eck, I haven't done one of these in a while.

A lot of stuff has gone on in the world of Lauren of late, most of it not that interesting, some of it rather interesting.

I have gone on a few times on here already, about the ongoing 4 year battle with my dad about me meeting his mum and dad. So it came as a shock when he said I could meet them ( It hasn't happened yet) anyway, it was news I was pleased about. I should have known something would change. I went to visit him in Manchester a few weeks back, then a week later I got a call off him. And over the god damn phone! He tells me him and his wife are pregnant. How considerate.

What a hypocrite, he goes mad even if I text him to lend me a tenner. He prefers if I call him. Well I would if i ever had calling credit, and I dont like asking anyway, I like to feel independent. So I could have absoloutley kicked his arse for telling me something like that over the phone. In years to come, maybe I shall tell him of his inpending grandchild over the phone too. See how the stupid muppet likes that. And now I don't know if I am over thinking things, but i think the only reason he wants me to meet my grandparents in a hurry was because they have known that they were pregnant all along. ....hhhmmm!? I smell a rat. His wife was 3 months gone when they decided to tell me.

I don't know how to feel really, and I don't care if its not what he wants to hear. Ofcourse im mature enough to know it aint the little baby's fault. And im pleased im having a brother or sister. But I don't think he realises how hard it's going to be for me, having to watch him be all soppy around his wife as the bump grows, and actually being there when its born. Just doing everything with the baby that he never did with me. And to watch the baby being accepted into the family stariaght away...almost like 'The first grandchild' because really thats what it will be. I've only really had my dad for 4years, now he is going to be lost again, everything will change. Im probably never going to have that bond with him I had hoped would develop. I hope to God, when the baby is born that he realises what a crap dad he has been. I hope when the time comes, I pick a better father for my kid than what he has been like to me.

ON A LIGHTER NOTE!

I have enquired about doing the GCSE maths course at the college, apparently the places get taken up really fast. Because I am only at uni part time right now I'm unable to enroll until june. So hopefully I will get a place. Although with 15 year olds in the class, I'll probably end up with a compass in the back of the head or something. Should get the course for free though, because in septemeber I'll be back at uni full time in my 2nd year. Somewhere I should have been this year. Progress though eh :)

Have done well in uni assessments so far, Got a B in how english works. GET IN!! Poor Ben though. He got a 'C' which is a pass, but one of the remarks on the bottom was, ' well you didnt really read that did you'...this reffers to a book he got out for the module 'How English Works' as he put it down as a reference in his online discussion. He actually did read it because I was with him when he was doing so. How nice for lecturers to have belief in their students, I mean how silly of them to think that students would actually go the library and get books out. Shocking eh.

Another shocking thing - The opening times of the uni library at the weekend. I do not pay the disgusting tuition fees for the library to be open from 1.30-5.30. I went along one saturday to do an essay, only to be turfed out at half 5....this resulted in me ending up in the hogs head having a cider and chilli con carne. I was the only one in there with a stack of 12 books perched on the table, whilst a load of blokes including Ben sat there punching their arms in the air everytime a goal oppurtunity came Man utd's way. As a Liverpool supporter I sat there with a face like stone.

House hunting news. I feel I have kind of gave up looking for a house, with only me and Emma looking. We would have had to share with strangers, and to be honest I don't need anymore crap. I've had it up to my neck with the bills fiasco in the house In live in now. So in september im uprooting to the new student Digs, with Ben and two of his mates. The flat is rather swanky, flat screen tv in the living room, with sky! A nice leather corner sofa, basketball courts and a huge social room. It comes at rather a swish price too (for a student) £3,600 for 10 months. So i've decided, I'm not going home over summer (sorry mum) im going to stay in wolves and work my ass off. I will become a co-op bitch. uh oh.

When I told my mum about the flat she encouraged me, and although she doesn't earn much she said she would try help me out and that i should just go for it.

And when I told dad, he just said 'Thought you couldn't afford it'. How encouraging.

I'll show him.