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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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I left my ex and moved house during an England match because I knew the roads would be quiet. I was working for Lush and not fully hating it at that point, but knew that wasn't what I wanted to do eventually. Two months after that I moved to London and vowed to only do stuff that I wanted to do instead of shitty retail jobs that made me want to stab customers and dating inappropriate men.
I'm now almost qualified as a nurse, I have a nice flat thanks to the landlord pulling his finger out to attract less scummy people than those who lived here before, great friends online and offline and I'm happy with my love life.
What's changed for you since the last world cup?
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 10:54, 148 replies, latest was 16 years ago)
but that would be crass.
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(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:09, Reply)
But out of respect for you, I shall stop twanging the rubber band on my desk.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:09, Reply)
In between working really hard of course.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:19, Reply)
Instead I drum my feet on the floor. And sometimes headbang, if a good song comes on.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:21, Reply)
I'm upset. This must be how TGB feels every time I do it to her.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 10:59, Reply)
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:04, Reply)
I can't help that I was thinking of a fantastic thread as you were typing yours. If I delete it now, people will call me a thread deleter and point and stuff
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:05, Reply)
I shall begrudgingly allow your thread to live.
*puts thumb up*
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:15, Reply)
Now I have a job.
Either way, I don't do much work.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:00, Reply)
I live by myself in an awesome apartment, and I get paid more.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:00, Reply)
nothing has really changed for the good, except perhaps getting into my university
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:03, Reply)
I was dating a half-scouse/half italian lad.
He was gorgeous and lovely but a bit full-on. By the time he went off to Italy to watch the final on a big screen I was wondering how to get rid of him and congratulating myself for not doing the sex with him.
I was simply terrified of how much he liked me, and how he was not a slacker bastard. I couldn't handle it.
He returned with a huge bunch of roses and I finished work early to avoid his public gesture. When he delivered them via my landlady that night, along with a text telling me one rose was missing as he'd given it to a beautiful child in the chip-shop) I told him he'd invaded my privacy and that we were too different to go out.
Makes me sound like a bitch but I was suffocatingly terrified and was only putting him out of his misery. I wasn't ready to be treated all nice. I had no idea who I was.
Four years on I have a fucking brilliant boyfriend, who is welcome to buy me presents any time he likes without fear of a dumping and I'm still a lazy bastard in my job. Hurrah!
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:07, Reply)
I'm watching you.
God I love him. I want him in my freezer.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:21, Reply)
I want him being vigilant and menacing in my freezer.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:29, Reply)
I'm talking about the menacing vigilant polar bear from those food adverts.
But the artist formerly known as Jesus can indeed be very menacing
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:33, Reply)
I'd want one only I'd probably punch it for being irritating
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:35, Reply)
But honestly you wouldn't punch him. He is scary.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:37, Reply)
dictating food choices and making her feel bad for being a lower-income mother
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:38, Reply)
but then I'm allergic to fish so I'm probably immune to him
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:42, Reply)
polar bear in a freezer reprimanding a woman for not buying Birdseye fishfingers because they are best. Then he tells her in a creepy voice that he'll be watching her
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:57, Reply)
and got a job on the internet.
*You spin me right round baby right round*
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:08, Reply)
I still had a perfect academic record, I had a few problems with friends and things like that, but shit wasn't too bad.
I don't know if I was happier then or now.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:11, Reply)
If you look to the past you will always want what you seethrough your rose tinted glasses, if you look to much to the future you will always be pining for something that is just out of reach, only by living in the present can you be truely happy.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:15, Reply)
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:19, Reply)
it's good advice but near impossible to take. I would give a large amount to be the same person I was four years ago rather than the person I am now
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:17, Reply)
I'm not disagreeing with your advice, I'm just saying its almost impossible to carry out. I'm moving on with my life, but it's just fact that I'd prefer to be who I was 4 years ago. Doesn't mean I cry all the time thinking about it, just that I don't see the present as a great place to be
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:22, Reply)
Also by focusing on the present and dealing with whatever issues are currently important you can begin to increase your quality of life and you'll be as happy as you were 4 years ago.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:26, Reply)
the only thing better about me 4 years ago was that I was 4 years younger.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:19, Reply)
I discovered last night that I've got to the point where my beard is longer than my hair, and my hair isn't particularly short.
this pleases me
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:20, Reply)
Are you going to 'metal-plat' your beard?
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:23, Reply)
I've got to the point where I can pretty much eat whatever and still keep it off, or carry on getting thinner.
I tried on a paif of 32" waist shorts the other day and could put them on without undoing the fly, and I know buy medium shirts etc. rather than XL.
I'm going to do something with it. It's about the right length for getting a bead in the end now. need to find a smallish metal bead that I can open and shut like a clasp....
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:25, Reply)
I've still got a bit of portliness, so it'd better hurry up
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:33, Reply)
and this morning has gone by rather quickly which is nice
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:50, Reply)
Four years ago is pre-illness. Back when I was still happy, optimistic and pretty much bursting with confidence
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:20, Reply)
I mean it's impossible to tell I've been ill thankfully, but it has definitely left it's mark mentally
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:23, Reply)
am being really emo today because it's the date of my being released from hospital. Not usually this emo
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:35, Reply)
and it was at least part of a conversation.
I'm one of those awful people to whom basically nothing bad has ever happened. I am aware of how lucky I am.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:36, Reply)
to be honest, I'm really lucky as well. Three days after admittance they still weren't entirely sure of my diagnosis. There was a choice of two. One was what I had, which while nasty and extremely scary meant I'd get better, the other was MS
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:40, Reply)
are you over it now (other than mentally) or could it come back?
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:42, Reply)
that I could develop the chronic form, and a 0.5% chance that I could just simply catch it again. The odds sound good but it's a 100,000 to one that you get it in the first place (no reason why it happens- its not genetic, not a bug, it's not catching or anything)
However I was told after a few months it would be two years before I walked again. Six months in total and I was back on my feet. Two years on I look absolutely fine, and have no visual residuals which is a massive relief
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:46, Reply)
yeah it's a weird illness. No-one has ever heard of it unless they know someone whose been affected. Though med students do come up and ask me a lot about it
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:53, Reply)
No one really close to me has ever died, I've never been seriously ill and bad shit has never really gone down, so I'm a pretty happy person most of the time.
I think this is why I'm so bad at understanding other people's depression, I've just felt like that.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:47, Reply)
no family dramas, nothing like that.
most of my old friends are similar, so it came as a bit of a shock getting to uni and meeting lots of people with baggage of some kind or other.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:51, Reply)
it seemed to start in 6th form and she went off the rails for a while. It was so hard to deal with as she wouldn't tell me anything about it and I didn't know how to handle it all. She seems to be mostly ok now, I still have to almost force her to open up about stuff though, she just bottles things up and doesn't talk about her problems.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:54, Reply)
my friends are all too devoted to living it up to have anything else get in the way.
even my good friends whose IVF has failed 4 times don't seem too peturbed.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:57, Reply)
I regularly don't know how to handle it.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:00, Reply)
I was well sensitive.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:22, Reply)
I'm impressed. Unless of course you're lying, in which case BAD CHOMPY!
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:24, Reply)
I know I'm lucky, was brought up by two loving parents who are still in love with each other and are completely awesome!
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:56, Reply)
I've been very lucky myself. I'm grateful for what I have, and I try my best to keep my chin up.
I've got a lot to be thankful for- I'm in decent physical health, apart from being larger than I ought, some lovely supportive friends, and a reasonable stab at doing well/decently at uni.
Of course there's the flipside of the fact two members of the four of us are nutters, one's neurotic and the other's a workoholic.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:58, Reply)
they had their 40th anniversary last weekend. since my dad retired he's actually become really chilled out (in comparison) and it's quite a pleasure to see them.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:59, Reply)
My folks have been together 33 years and I'm totally adored.
But the worst kind of depression is the one where there's 'no reason'.
I've had it and my dad's had it. That is scary.
I've learnt how to keep it the fuck away from me now *touches wood*
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:59, Reply)
but I don't know if I was happier than I am now.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:18, Reply)
Too many hormones and too much angst.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:20, Reply)
when I first started to grow my beautiful flappy hair.
I probably wasn't an especially happy person at the time, but beautiful flappy hair would have helped alleviate things.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:38, Reply)
I had a steady boyfriend, I'd have fun, I had some angst with friends but nothing that was too bad (14 was much worse) and the last few months were incredibly happy.
October 2006, shit seriously went down.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:48, Reply)
Because you're not going to be 'truely [sic]' happy if the present is a bit shit, are you?
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:36, Reply)
She's Popeye the sailor man,
She lives in a caravan,
Her friends call her billy,
Because of her Willy,
She's popeye the sailor maaaa-aaaaan!
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:24, Reply)
I have four more letters after my name (ACCA)
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:29, Reply)
at least I think I did, because I would introduce myself; "Hello, my name is Colonel Dracula", and people would reply "Yes we know, sod off Baldric"
Hang on...
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:47, Reply)
she's doing my accounts though so I'm quite happy to put up with her accountancy ways.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:56, Reply)
I always claim "Conflict of interest". The conflict being that i'm not interested in doing it.
Aint I a stinker.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:00, Reply)
and at Uni. A right lazy bastard. I think I've improved my motivation and I'm less of a cunt since then..
Not as gigantic a cunt as 8 years ago but never mind.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:39, Reply)
In an all boy's private school, heading towards GCSEs and breezing through them, in the prime of health, and 6 months into what would end up being a 2 1/2 year relationship. Hair was cut short, and I was clean shaven due to school rules. Had just had what would be my last haircut for 3 years.
Now, Oxford (via a state college after not staying on at the private school post GCSE), heading towards the first set of exams that actually count, and absolutely shitting myself, on 2 separate long term medications, panicking at every twinge of pain (which could be either the arthritis getting worse, some form of internal bleeding, another clot, or the first signs of liver problems from the methotrexate), and chronically single since the end of the aforementioned relationship. Hair is just below shoulder length, beard is trimmed short when I need to look smart, but left to grow in between (lost the combs for my clippers except for one that's shorter than I like).
Happier now? Probably, despite the illness, in a much nicer place, made some good friends in the intervening years (only 2 or 3 of which are from the private school, and 2 of those I only really got to know when they went to the same college as me), and planning a summer of travel and geekery.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 11:58, Reply)
wish I had been clever enough for such hallowed ground. Reading uni was the best I could manage.
Good luck with the exams.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:02, Reply)
Turned down, but got into Liverpool, and am rather grateful for it too, had a great time!
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:03, Reply)
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:05, Reply)
I'm good for 2 of the 4 (Quantum, thermo), but need to work my ass off (aside from the current lunch break) for the other two (astro, electromagnetism/optics).
Unfortunately astro is the first one (tomorrow), but luckily it's only half a module (the other half being the practicals, which were continually assessed over the year, and went pretty well overall).
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:07, Reply)
I totally expect to have nightmares tonight about exams that I haven't revised for :D
I'm 33, and I still have the occasional nightmare about GCSEs & A-Levels (but strangely never about uni or professional exams).
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:20, Reply)
Though the beard has never got that long yet.
edit: also, de-ris on toob?
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:27, Reply)
I don't actually recognise the pic (aside from the vague resemblance to the weird bloke in the mirror), hence the confusion
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:33, Reply)
Please tell me you aren't too young to have missed th fast show?
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 13:12, Reply)
But don't remember it well (though that's more due to crappy memory than age)
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 13:14, Reply)
4 years ago I was worrying about having a £4000 debt, renting, in a job I loathed with a passion, shit car, no savings, not much to show for my life apart from a groaning set of bookshelves
Now I own my own place, got a muuuuch better car, am happy to spend money on house stuff and realise its for me to have the place looking how i want, the job is better even if not paying a huge amount more.
Nearer 40 than 30 as of a few weeks ago which I find amusing rather than worrying, hair is going Clooney rather than falling out, and the to do list mainly involves getting a cat and to be content with life rather than always chasing happiness
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:03, Reply)
the change of job made a lot of difference, and i'm getting used to the whole house owning lark now, it's just a slow chipping away of what I need, and the bills have settled down to a level that I can budget what I can buy for the next year!
Hows you? I seem to have accidentally inherited the title of host whenever we decide to have a gathering of all the neighbours due to being the only (sociable) one with a garden that faces the sun in the afternoon!
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:11, Reply)
I'm good. tucking into an early lunch at the moment. coronation chicken in a multi-grain bagel. nom
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:12, Reply)
did you get round to upgrading the car in the end?
One of your tracks from the first album ended up on my randomburn! so you might get a few more people pestering you about it!
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:15, Reply)
unless something catastrophic happens
cool. which track?
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:15, Reply)
I cheated a little as I don't have itunes or all my music saved anywhere, so randomly picked 20 odd albums abnd a couple of singles and ripped a song from each.
Did deliberately add T1000 by Fear Factory on there as well, which is the most earth shatteringly dreadful song ever!
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:20, Reply)
Fear factory make shit records but are great live, which makes very little sense at all
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 12:53, Reply)
.... but this year I've had flatmates move in and I'm finally happy at home, I haven't been that way since I was 18 or soo.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 13:05, Reply)
I finished my PhD, lived in America for a bit (hated it), got knocked up by my fiance, got offered a great job in the UK, moved back to the UK, had a baby (who looks awfully like Ian Hislop at the moment), and am now planning my wedding for later this year. It's been pretty good going, overall.
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 13:08, Reply)
Defined as they were by hatred for my job. Now however....
(, Mon 14 Jun 2010, 14:43, Reply)
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