why can't i wear jeans to an interview?

the answer is of course, yes I can wear jeans to my interview tomorrow, in fact I could wear whatever I wanted or nothing but since I am not applying to be a stripper, I should, as interviewees do tend to prefer people who are smartly dressed.

I don't mind dressing nice but my problem is I am running low on smart clothes at the minute, the blouse I usually wear for interviews is missing which means I will have to buy a new one tomorrow and the trousers I usually wear need ironing and if you haven't guessed already I'm a bit lazy. My friend told me yesterday she once went in jeans to an interview and still got the job, and she was also apparently still drunk at the time. I will not be drinking before my interview as I tend to speak more openly when I am drunk, so that is a no go. I will also do no preparation for this interview, but I will try and remember to shut up and not ramble on too much like I usually do.

Wish me luck.

Braindead and epic fail for google maps

yesterday was an insanely busy day for me yesterday which involved me walking a hell of lot in attempt to find pub named 'ye olde three tuns' in hot fuzz town alike Thirsk to meet producer of low budget film 'Inbred'. I had looked up the location on Google maps but me being me managed to get lost pretty easily so I turned up at the pub 15 mins late. This isn't that bad but when it comes to being late for important things I get very annoyed and stressed quickly which caused me to hate Thirsk. I did however manage to find something incredibly awesome though, which I have never seen before...a sherbet machine. However when I told my friends later of this amazing discovery, they did not seem that impressed, in fact they had the same reaction as the girl in the shop who slightly took the piss out of me when I said "That's amazing!" rather enthusiastically. I then felt so disheartened I said nothing more but paid for my strawberry cornetto and walked out.

Many hours later, I sat down with the more courageous members of my friends group and watched Braindead at a special late night screening at the local cinema. Being a big PJ fan; don't judge me, I know a lot of people aren't but I thought it was pretty awesome, but of course incredibly disgusting, weird, hilarious and way too long but maybe I was just too tired from all that walking I did. So all in all me and one of my friends liked it, but another decided it was time to rant on about how shit PJ is and how he ruined Lovely Bones..that pissed me off. If you don't like him, don't watch his films. Simple as.

rant end

the brummie..

..basically my housemate suddenly decided that brummie man was the guy for her a few months ago and now he is basically living in our house rent free as she says she doesn't mind paying for him.

so the rest of us get to live with him wooop!

the worst thing about living with him is when he talks. this is ok when you are in a room with him and you can understand what he is saying but when not i.e. most of the time all you can hear is incredibly bad mumbling similar to that of the noise a teenager makes when they talk to someone they hate.

the brighter side; when I get to live with him next year he will be staying here and paying rent, unless of course they decide to break up..

rant end.