I sliced off a small chunk of my “swearing finger” on my right hand yesterday. I did it on one of the metal parts of the files we use in work. It didn’t hurt but it bled quite a lot and I have a disgusting little flap of skin hanging over it, which I haven’t got the balls to rip off.
This means that I am currently sporting yet another plaster:
I went shopping yesterday. I intended to go in and get a couple of more tops since it’s getting too warm to wear my winter woolies. I also needed to pick up another pair of headphones since mine broke about a month ago.
I ended up getting the new headphones, a DVD (Out of Season Open Season (oops!)), a handbag, 3 new hoodies, 9 pairs of underwear, 13 pairs of socks (where do mine keep going?!), 3 vest tops and 14 new tops. Oops!
On the left is my wardrobe before I put all of the new clothes in. On the right is my wardrobe after I had put all of my new clothes in. It’s starting to look quite full and a lot of my clothes were in my wash basket!
I also got Killer some new toys (a grass house and a wooden tube) but I don’t think he likes them very much, since he sat in his corner and sulked all night and just generally ignored them. 
When I was in school, I’d spend my Sundays rushing through my homework.
When I was in Sixth Form, I’d spend my Sundays rushing through my homework.
When I was in College, I’d spend my Sundays rushing through my homework.
When I was doing my NVQ knowledge questions, I spent Sunday rushing through the last of them.
I came in today, expecting to see my assessor at 9:30am. I checked the time when I got to work (I didn’t have my Filofax on me when we made the appointment, so I had written it into my work diary instead), I checked the time of the appointment: 11:30am. That’s cool – two hours later but no biggie.
11:30am came. And went. Around 12-ish, I started getting worried about my assessor; she’s NEVER late and if she was going to be late, she would totally ring in to let me know. I decided to double-check the time and date of our next appointment before I rang her up all worried…the appointment is at 11:30am next Wednesday. I’d gotten the day wrong, the week wrong, the MONTH wrong and the time wrong.
D’oh!
(About Carlee)Hey there! I'm known as Lirae (but my real name is Carlee) and this is my little home on the web. I'm twenty three years old and live in Plymouth, in the United Kingdom.
