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Um. My name is Sarah. I'm 21, and a recent graduate. I need a job, if anyone has one lying around that they could spare. I can't make pretty pictures and I don't often have anything amusing to say. I'm usually just lurking around trying to pass the time.
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Um. My name is Sarah. I'm 21, and a recent graduate. I need a job, if anyone has one lying around that they could spare. I can't make pretty pictures and I don't often have anything amusing to say. I'm usually just lurking around trying to pass the time.
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» I met a weirdo on the interweb
I think I might have been the wierdo
I met my ex-boyfriend on Yahoo messenger when I was 15, when all my friends were meeting their boyfriends down the park for a fag and some cider. They all grew up pretty normal, whereas I ended up agreeing to go to the same uni as my boyfriend and moving in with him when we were 19, and then getting fairly spectacularly dumped a little bit later. I used to tell people how we met and they'd give me these looks of mixed sympathy and horror... and I don't think any of them were surprised when it ended. So I've come to the conclusion that I must have been the crazy one for believing in true love, and destiny, and all the other stuff that 15 year old girls believe in.
I know it's not a very good story but I almost never have a relevant answer to these questions and I'm not one to waste an opportunity.
(Fri 17th Mar 2006, 10:47, More)
I think I might have been the wierdo
I met my ex-boyfriend on Yahoo messenger when I was 15, when all my friends were meeting their boyfriends down the park for a fag and some cider. They all grew up pretty normal, whereas I ended up agreeing to go to the same uni as my boyfriend and moving in with him when we were 19, and then getting fairly spectacularly dumped a little bit later. I used to tell people how we met and they'd give me these looks of mixed sympathy and horror... and I don't think any of them were surprised when it ended. So I've come to the conclusion that I must have been the crazy one for believing in true love, and destiny, and all the other stuff that 15 year old girls believe in.
I know it's not a very good story but I almost never have a relevant answer to these questions and I'm not one to waste an opportunity.
(Fri 17th Mar 2006, 10:47, More)
» When animals attack...
More swans
On holiday in the South of France we went on a boat trip on a canal. The boat was tiny, and solar-powered so it didn't move too fast (top speed 5km/h). The boat rental guy told us that if we saw any swans we should "wave the oars at them and they will go away", and they might be more agressive than usual because it was nesting season.
I hate boats anyway mainly because I can't swim. So when the others suggested we should go off the main canal and 'explore' I wasn't keen, but we did it anyway. The channel got narrower and narrower and finally we decided to turn around before it became impossible. Of course we got stuck. It was then that we noticed two swans powering towards us at high speed. With the aid of an oar we unstuck the boat and tried to run away. The problem with running away when your boat goes no faster than walking speed is evident. The swans chased us all the way back to the main channel, taking it in turns to take off and charge at us. The sight of a large male swan bearing down on you, wings outstreched, is not one I hope to see again. I was given the task of waving the oar at them, which was of course utterly useless. I thought I was going to die, either pecked to death or drowned when the swans overturned the boat. All the French people gathered on the banks pointing and laughing did not make it any better.
When we got back we told the whole story to the rental man. He grinned murderously and said "Don't worry. I will kill and eat them." Which although it sounds rather brutal made me feel a lot better.
Apologies for length and detailedness but this was one of the formative experiences of my early life!
(Thu 2nd Jun 2005, 10:35, More)
More swans
On holiday in the South of France we went on a boat trip on a canal. The boat was tiny, and solar-powered so it didn't move too fast (top speed 5km/h). The boat rental guy told us that if we saw any swans we should "wave the oars at them and they will go away", and they might be more agressive than usual because it was nesting season.
I hate boats anyway mainly because I can't swim. So when the others suggested we should go off the main canal and 'explore' I wasn't keen, but we did it anyway. The channel got narrower and narrower and finally we decided to turn around before it became impossible. Of course we got stuck. It was then that we noticed two swans powering towards us at high speed. With the aid of an oar we unstuck the boat and tried to run away. The problem with running away when your boat goes no faster than walking speed is evident. The swans chased us all the way back to the main channel, taking it in turns to take off and charge at us. The sight of a large male swan bearing down on you, wings outstreched, is not one I hope to see again. I was given the task of waving the oar at them, which was of course utterly useless. I thought I was going to die, either pecked to death or drowned when the swans overturned the boat. All the French people gathered on the banks pointing and laughing did not make it any better.
When we got back we told the whole story to the rental man. He grinned murderously and said "Don't worry. I will kill and eat them." Which although it sounds rather brutal made me feel a lot better.
Apologies for length and detailedness but this was one of the formative experiences of my early life!
(Thu 2nd Jun 2005, 10:35, More)
» It was a great holiday, but...
Scotland, 1994
Day 1: I come down with flu. Spend the nine-hour journey to Scotland being sick.
Day 2: Sister catches my flu. Has feverish nightmares from which she cannot be woken and screams the place down every night.
Day 3: Dad gets flu. Suffers nightmares also.
Day 4: I start to feel better. Brother gets flu. Luckily doesn't have nightmares but does throw up all over rented holiday cottage.
Day 5: Mum gets flu.
Day 6: Everyone sick and miserable except me, and older brother who has miraculously not yet caught flu.
Day 7: Sick father drives us home. Vows never to visit Scotland again.
(Thu 21st Apr 2005, 12:55, More)
Scotland, 1994
Day 1: I come down with flu. Spend the nine-hour journey to Scotland being sick.
Day 2: Sister catches my flu. Has feverish nightmares from which she cannot be woken and screams the place down every night.
Day 3: Dad gets flu. Suffers nightmares also.
Day 4: I start to feel better. Brother gets flu. Luckily doesn't have nightmares but does throw up all over rented holiday cottage.
Day 5: Mum gets flu.
Day 6: Everyone sick and miserable except me, and older brother who has miraculously not yet caught flu.
Day 7: Sick father drives us home. Vows never to visit Scotland again.
(Thu 21st Apr 2005, 12:55, More)
» Jobsworths
Hear hear, Spoonlord
You make a good point. I work in a cinema, and I'm not about to risk my job so that some filthy 13-year-old chav can see people get blown up or hacked to bits. I don't get off on following the rules, I do it so that I don't get sacked or fined! And if people have a problem with that, I have the bouncers throw them out :)
I do accept Scottish bank notes though.
(Wed 18th May 2005, 17:14, More)
Hear hear, Spoonlord
You make a good point. I work in a cinema, and I'm not about to risk my job so that some filthy 13-year-old chav can see people get blown up or hacked to bits. I don't get off on following the rules, I do it so that I don't get sacked or fined! And if people have a problem with that, I have the bouncers throw them out :)
I do accept Scottish bank notes though.
(Wed 18th May 2005, 17:14, More)