All entries for Sunday 14 January 2007
January 14, 2007
Well, after what must seem to everyone a week of pure, unadulterated drinking, I am ready to start Week 2 with guns blazing, and I have decided just to catch everyone up on what’s going on in my life at the moment.
Well, the soundtrack of the moment is that of Dreamgirls. Now, this may sound like a poorly-made Vietnamese adult movie, but it’s actually about a girl group trying to make it in America. It apparently closely resembles the rise of The Supremes, but I wouldn’t know anything about that, but it’s been made into a film with Beyoncé, Jamie Foxx and Eddie Murphy. Arguably the main character is played by a woman called Jennifer Holiday who came 3rd in a series of American Idol. Well, guys and gals, it’s really great. Really great. In fact, it’s my album of choice at present. In fact, as I write this blog entry, I’m listening to it for the second time today. The first time was at the gym.
That leads me nicely onto my second point – I’ve started going back to the gym. Having had 4 weeks off (including Week 1 back at uni – I had an essay. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it) I braved the accusatory stares and looks of abandonment from the staff who grew to know me so well. Actually, that’s a lie – I’m sure I was just another one of those overweight jobbies who came in to try and burn some fat off their overly flabby thighs, but still, I can dream. Well, it was full of these newbies who seem to have made the clichéd New Year’s Resolution of getting fit. God, guys! Get with the programme. Going to the gym is so passé – I mean, I’ve been doing it for an entire term! Unfortunately, I’m having to take it slower than I did at the end of last term, because I don’t actually want to injure myself.
Tomorrow heralds the start of a new event in my life. I start at Coundon Court School in Coventry tomorrow as an assistant German teacher. Originally I was supposed to be going with Lisa, but due to circumstances beyond her control, she can’t make it, so I’m having to brave it alone. In preparation, I have bought a suit, a shirt and a tie. Consequently, I have had to learn to tie a tie, which, at 21, I’m sure most people will think of as an abomination that I didn’t already know. But in my defence, my dad used to tie them for me. All through my school career. Not much of an excuse, yeah? So anyhoo – I can now tie a Windsor knot. Not too confident on the old Half Windsor, but apparently a Windsor knot indicates confidence, so what better one to have when I have to sit in a classroom full of kids for half of tomorrow who have no desire to learn German whatsoever?
As much as Dreamgirls may be the CD of choice, my current reading material is not madde up of what you would expect: some Goethe or Schiller, or perhaps even some Faulkner or Plath for my American Literature course. No, I am addicted to a blog. It’s written by a guy in America. I’m not sure I have anything really in common with him. He’s Jewish. I’m a lapsed Catholic (can I even say that? Should I just say I’m religionless, or just apathetic?). He lives in Southern California. Last time I checked Coventry isn’t anything like that. He has kids. I’m pretty darn certain I don’t. He has a Hot Wife. I pulled a minger on Thursday night just because I wanted to pull. So yeah, he blogs about fatherhood, picking his nose, farting, his bowel movements, his observations about Starbucks and his dependence on caffeine. However, he’s as funny as hell and quite often I find myself passing a little urine when reading his posts. His name is Daniel Evans and his blog is at www.dadgonemad.com so i recommend you go read it. I’m so sad and addicted that at the moment I’m working my way through all his archives. Judge me all you want, but I don’t give a rat’s ass!
Oh, I managed to do everything I needed to do today. I went to the gym. Yay. I went shopping for food (today was the first day I’ve been, despite being back at uni for over a week!). I did laundry. I did my ironing. And I’ve started my diet, especially after having eaten a dirty burger and soggy chips from Battered yesterday evening. Yeah, yesterday evening was really fun too! Gaz and I went to the Music Centre to play some tunes, sing some songs and shoot some shit (that’s not a euphemism, by the way). We ended up staying there for over 3 hours! Neither of us realised until the hunger pangs started to set in and we went on a trek to Tescos for some Ben and Jerrys. It was shut. The petrol station kiosk was shut as well. By this time I was going a little bit mental and threatened to eat a passing hobo. Therefore, I ended up at Battered, last choice of those sober, as it seems to only sell things that can be stomached after a heavy night of drinking methylated spirits or some other such irritant. It wasn’t bad, but afterwards I was sort of wishing I’d gone with the hobo…
Well, I hope everyone is OK and still loving doing what they’re doing, unless they weren’t loving it in the first place, in which case you should get yourself a different occupation.