Christmas, Bitching about stuff and Red Eye.

First of all, Merry Christmas everyone. It's nearly 10 to 5 on Christmas morning here in shitty Scotland an' I'm suffering from a slight bout of red eye which is nice. Not an infection or anything but from rubbing me left eye a lot. I think I got summat in there it's all bloodshot an' ew. O_o

So anyway, now it's Christmas that means it's near the end of the year. Which to be honest was good an' bad for me. Highs an' lows an' all that shite. I think me New Year's Resolution for 2012 is to be a bit more pro-active with meself an' set meself some goals or summat like that. For example...

1: Look in to going to college. Studying? I don't care what. I need to get out the house an' do summat. I may even go do acting again.

2: Find meself a NICE boyfriend. (Preferably a rugby player duh.) I'm not having any more subtly chauvinistic men. Y'know what I mean, the ones that just seem to talk over you when whatever you may be talking about to someone who's interested, isn't interesting to them an' they'd rather be the centre of attention an' hear their own voice. The last one was like that. An' I can't stand it. Yes I know God made women with smaller feet so they could get closer to the sink, but the upside of having said small womanish feet is the fact that they seem to be perfectly shaped an' sized to be thrust in, an' get right in to the groins of UTTER DICKS.

3: Start looking after meself a bit better. I really need to stop eating so much shite at stupid times. I also may start *gasp!* doing a bit of excersize. Oh don't get me wrong I'm against all kinds of excersize an' the only variety I get is getting up from the settee to go make a brew or go for a fag.  Speaking of fags I've actually cut down a lot since we started smoking outside again. Went from about a pack a day to having a pack last at least 3 days now. I doubt I'll ever quit outright 'cause to be honest I like smoking, plus it keeps me from loosing whatever sanity I have left which ain't much.

4: Stop letting arseholes in to me life. I don't need 'em. I don't want the grief an' I don't want anyone trying to mess up me plans no matter how grand, mediocre or stupid they are. I got me balls back again, an' by Christ anyone who gets in me way an' stops me from doing what I want won't even want to be within a 10 mile radius of me when I'm done wi' 'em. They will be demanding restraining orders.

So that's it really I guess. I think the main thing is that I need to get out more. College an' stuff would help that immensely. It'd also be nice to actually go to a proper rugby match with some people who enjoy it too instead of just watching it on tv.

Anyway me eye's not throbbing as much now. Think I might try sleeping again. ¬_¬

Either way, Merry Christmas again folks an' God Bless. Have a good 'un!!

Georgie's Completely Ridiculous Christmas List

So today at work we spent most of the day getting all the Christmas gear out for the cottages. So that meant digging about for the bags an' boxes we keep everything in. We have three cottages all of which have trees put in. Then there's the big house which has a massive real tree put in it. It took us a while to sort through all the cottage decorations, which ones needed re-threading, which ones needed chucking out cause they were broken or whatever.

I ended up untangling a load of tree lights which does me head in but I'm good at it for some reason. We eventually got all the trees done so they're gonna go in to the cottages when we clean 'em. We do need some new decorations though, especially green baubles 'cause we don't have many. We used the ones we put on the big tree int big house on the cottage trees, so yeah. New decorations.

Wel also adorn ourselfs in Christmassy things every year to get int swing of things. Like this daft Santa hat. Which by the way kept falling off me head but stayed on every bugger elses. I have a mad shaped head that's far too big for normal ladies hat sizes. I have to go for Mens medium sizes usually. As for one size fits all, pftttt you can go whistle.

Anyyyhoooooo seeing as we're not far from Christmas now. I thought I'd do smmat a bit less whingy than what I posted t'other day. So here is me Completely Ridiculous Christmas List. Some may seem reasonable but they aren't really.

This Christmas I would rather like...

1: A Dyson Hoover.

Dyson DC32 Animal. WANT ONE.

We used to have a Dyson actually. One of the first model upright ones. I loved it. It actually WORKED. Now we have this vile Karcher drag-along hoover thing which is HUGE, weighs a bloody ton an' falls over at every opportunity. We have them at work too, well we first got 'em at work then me mother decided it'd be a good idea to get one for our house. I hate the bloody thing. I've been whinging about getting a Dyson for years now an' since the new drag-along ones came out I want one even more.

Eeeeeeeevil.

2: A Banjolele.

Yes, one of these.

For those of you who don't know what a Banjolele is; it's basically a Ukelele that's shaped like a mini Banjo. I have a slightly mad penchant for George Formby who of course, was one of the best Uke players in well, ever. I just have visions of me sat on me front doorstep with one of these in me hands when some unsuspecting delivery bloke turns up , an' I give him a round of Dueling Banjoes Ukelele's... Thing is I'm about as musical as a... hmm I'm just not very musically inclined at all. (Never took recorder in primary school!) Plus, these things are bloody expensive 400-600ish quid for a fairly decent one. Put a cheap one in me hands an it's guaranteed to fall apart in minutes. Christ I have a 350 quid Ibanez guitar in me attic an' a bunch of KORG equipment I never use. :/ Anyroad, here's George. :)

One of me fave Formby songs. :) Our Sergeant Major.

3: Danny Care.

The Yorkshire Terrier.

Just like that, under me tree wi' a bow on his head. No need to wrap him, I'll be right. XD