Today is Monday and a whole week after the date I was supposed to have internet activated & installed at my new flat. If you remember the technician never showed up and I have been calling them ever since with no result. They kept saying they didn’t know what was going on and that my order was with the Engineering department. I asked to speak with that department but they kept saying they are not reachable by customers. Really annoying, frustrating, pointless and let’s face it, ridiculous. After a whole week today I managed to speak to the Engineering department. I managed to speak with someone who actually could tell me if the was in fact something wrong with my line and what that was. He said that there is no problem with my line and that a technician did not need to come last Monday since the tests they performed on the line came out fine. So the technician didn’t come.Alright, but don’t you think they should have at least informed me?!?!?!? I’ve been trying to contact them and get an answer from them for a whole week! He said he tried calling me but there was some problem with the number I had given them. What problem? Bullshit! I asked them what number they had and they had my correct mobile number. I asked when they called and he said sometime last week but could not reach me. BULLSHIT! I had my phone on at all times and it didn’t ring! Even if I was already on the phone when he called I have a second line on it so I would have still answered it and even if that failed, I have a frickin voicemail!

Excuses, excuses and oh wait, more excuses! So I asked him what all that means. He said my line has been active since last Monday and I should be able to just connect to the internet with the equipment (modem) I was sent.

“But you did not send me anything! I was told that I would have to wait for the technician to come because he was the only one who could install it!”
“That’s not correct. The equipment is installed by the customer.”
“I know it is! I have used BT before and I also read all about it on your website. So it seemed weird to me that I would need a technician to come over for this. I even asked the sales department about it when I placed my order and they said that a technician is needed.”
“Well, the technician is only needed if there is something wrong with your line and in your case there isn’t.”
“So if all this is the way you say it is, shouldn’t I have received the equipment like 2 weeks ago? All I received was a little booklet saying “Welcome to BT Total Broadband”!”

(I enjoy sarcasm in fact I practice it a lot, as you have probably noticed, but this is no longer funny, it has reached a “we’re making fun of you, right in your face” level)

“You are right should have received the equipment.”
“But I haven’t.”
“That’s correct.”
“I know that’s correct. What are you going to do about it?”
“There is nothing I can do about it, you will need to speak with the BT Broadband department for this.”
“Alright, so before I ask you to transfer me to them, what should I do now. I get them to send me my equipment and everything will work?”
“No, sir. I need you to plug in a phone to one of the sockets to see if you have signal and then give me a call to verify so that I can activate your internet account. Otherwise it will not work.”

So he gave me the direct number to his office and then transferred me to the BT Broadband department. They said they were sorry that the equipment had not been sent and that there was a note for the equipment to not be sent for some reason. To make a long story a little shorter, they are delivering my modem tomorrow with the express delivery service and to my office like I requested (I hope this doesn’t backfire…).

I have to apologise to all the people who won my mastheads during Blogathon. It is really not my fault guys; the stupid people at BT are delaying me. Please be patient…

I feel like this is going to be a great week. I went out on Thursday, Friday and Saturday last week. This was wonderful for me. Even though I was exchausted for 3 days in a row I enjoyed it because it reminded me oflast year when I used to go out a lot and party and have the best time ever. The hangover I had on Friday was gone a few minutes after lunch time on the same day so I went out again that night with my best mate Dave.

I thought I would be too tired to go clubbing that night but I wasn’t in fact we went to Revenge and danced non-stop until 4 in the morning. 4 hours of dancing like I do is not an easy thing. Dave dances like mad as well but I overdo it. I dance like Richard Simmons on Prozac and (a lot of) caffeine… (at least that’s what I think - no one has ever actually compared me to him). I move like mad, and smile while I scream the words I know from the lyrics of the songs. This should leave me with no breath considering I am a smoker and sometimes I even smoke while dancing… but it doesn’t.

That night, while I was dancing, a young lad approached me and asked me my name and stuff. He asked me where I was from and I could tell he was a foreigner as he could hardly understand what I was saying. His name was José. He was fit and cute but not really my type. Apparently he was on holiday here in Brighton. Clearly not someone I would pursue and although I may not be looking for something right now I will not get into kissing someone just for the hell of it. I will not do that to myself unless I am really drunk (which I don’t get unless I drink more than my bodyweight in beer or wine). Dave was begging me to kiss the cute Spanish boy but I kept saying no. Dave was drunk, I was not. So after he danced with us for about an hour he wandered off and I spotted him later snogging some other random guy. I felt so special.
Saturday night I was invited to a colleague’s birthday party at his house and then we all ended up going out to the honey club. We danced there as well but I did not enjoy it as much as the night before. The music was not to my liking. I like the thumpa-thumpa but it has to at least remind me of a song, otherwise it is a plain base loop which is not exciting at all.

Anyways, on Sunday I woke up and thought of how much I had drunk over the last 3 nights out. I was amazed. 5 pints of lager, and 4 bottles of wine - not counting the WKD Blue’s that I had while I was dancing (you need to have something that will not spill as easily while dancing). I was only hangover on Friday morning (after the first drinks of the week) which I think means that I’m back to my old self where I drink and drink and drink but never get hangovers. It feels great to be back to my old self again!

I’m going out again today with my friend Monica straight after I finish work but I don’t expect to drink much or stay out late. Then again that’s what I was saying on Thursday as well…

Don’t go clubbing again in your brand new shoes. If others don’t step on them, they will spill drinks on them, and if they don’t spill drinks on them, the shoes are still gonna hurt your feet because let’s face it; they’re brand new shoes that you have not broken in yet!

It’s a lose-lose situation!Â

Ugh! Mumble-mumble, grunt-grunt.

Yesterday was a weird day for me. Surprisingly enough I managed to do a lot of things at work, leave in time, go shopping (for nothing in particular but, at the same time, everything my eye catches), go home, have dinner and go out.

This was the short version of my day. The longer version includes details like caffeine suddenly working 3 hours after I had finished my coffee (this totally negates the concept of instant coffee that resides in my head); working so fast and talking so fast that no one could catch up; spending 3 hours shopping just to get a pair of shoes and a t-shirt (sometimes I am really slow when I shop); making 3 toast sandwiches for dinner (I don’t know why); looking for a pair of trousers for 40 minutes in the mess I tend to call “home”; finding out that they actually were at the first place I looked but didn’t see them; biting my tongue; drinking 5 pints of beer and not getting drunk.

The whole point of this post is lost on me right now. And I’ve said my name on the phone (when I answer it) so many times today that the words have lost all meaning. You ever feel like that? It’s very odd when it happens with your own name, you feel like you’re talking about somebody else - a very awkward out-of-body experience I think.
Back to last night. So L. and I (yes, that L. I wrote about once - we’re just friends now) meet up in Charles Street (my favourite gay bar/club at the moment) but he tells me that he’s stopped drinking alcohol as he’s trying to detox. He’s actually quit everything that makes the days worth being awake for! Even sex, although involuntarily as he’s split up with his boyfriend and is not seeing anyone at the moment. So he gets an orange juice, I get a beer and we start walking around to see if anyone else we know is there.

I haven’t been out very often lately and so, I don’t recognise any of the people I see anymore. What happened to the ones I used to see and where did all these new people come from? Oh well, I guess you can’t help but sing ch-ch-ch-ch-changes when something like this happens right? I mean it’s good for things to be changing sometimes, it gives you more opportunities. The thing is that it made me feel weird not to know anybody in there and L. bumping into friends of his all night. I felt like an outsider for a bit, until I realised that it’s actually a good thing.

It means that I’m not a scene queen (anymore) and all these people have never seen me drunk or heard me sing anything on karaoke nights (while drunk) which means I can do it all over again! I’m only joking, all that was a nice experience but I don’t think I’m up for it again. One of the reasons is that I’ve started getting hangovers now. I hardly ever did before. Maybe it is just because I haven’t drunk so much in a while. Or maybe it’s because L. kept buying me drinks all night (the good thing is that I wasn’t drunk). Since I can’t stand hangovers (I don’t think there’s actually anyone out there who actually likes them) I won’t be getting drunk again any time soon. Unless I really need to (if you know what I mean).

What was the point of this post? Oh, yeah, I have a hangover today and it kills. That’s all.

Taken from Pandora’s blog.

So, as was mentioned before, Luka and I were bouncing ideas off one another about doing an Blogathon-esque event halfway between Thon ‘06 and Thon ‘07. And - we decided we were going to do it. Yes, yes we did.

I had a brainstorm at 2 am, just before I went to sleep, about the name. And I felt so stupid for not thinking about it before. Blog + Charity = Blogarity. And so it is. It is in existence and we are going to put it up.

WebKittyn is generously giving us webspace for free. pMachine donated a copy of Expression Engine and its discussion forums to help us get the site up and running. Yoshi is going to help out behind the scenes. Eliza has promised help, as have many others. I cannot say how much this outpouring of generousity means to us. I knew the blogging community was an amazing bunch. But - truly, this is above and beyond. We, of course, give Props to Cat and Sheana for the original idea, from the Blogathon.

Save the date: February 10, 2007
Save the time: 10am EST [Other Time Zones]
Save the place: Blogarity

Come on by and visit our Forums and help us plan. Pitch in to help. Tell us what you like, what you don’t like. We want this to run as smoothly as possible!

I may not be mentioned in the post but I’m helping out as well. If you wish to be part of this new effort then come join us!

Okay, if I get ID’ed again when buying cigarettes I will snap! Because I might not always look my age but I certainly don’t look 16!

And before you say anything; I’m talking physical age, not mental age…

Oh, by the way, good morning from cloudy Brighton.

I’ve just come back to the office because lunch break is over. On the whole way back I swear everybody was looking at me. So I checked to see if there was anything on me that drew all this attention to myself. I didn’t find anything but I think my nipples are showing through this shirt.

In other news half of the people in my office are off sick, on holidays or at meetings in London. The few of us that are left behind can’t help all the people that have been calling up asking questions about certain services and products this company offers. This has led my lips to utter the ultimate phrase “Can you please call us back tomorrow? The person who deals with this kind of doodads will be able to help you then”.

I hope no-one in the office heard me!

I am hating BT right now. Actually I’ve been hating them since yesterday evening. The bloody technician never showed up to install the new line and internet connection. I had to wait 2 weeks with no internet and now THIS?

They said, they don’t KNOW when I will be able to have everything installed! They said, I will have to call them again tomorrow! They said - they said - THEY SAID! URRRGGGH! I hate them! I was on hold for 1 hour yesterday and no one answered and spent another hour this morning waiting before someone did. That’s two hours total! Two hours on my mobile doesn’t just mean that my brain is now fried, it also means that my mobile phone was charged 2 hours extra outside my free minutes because the stupid people at BT don’t provide you with an alternative number to that 0800 free number!

Am I making sense? No? Well so what? They didn’t make any sense either. Not only do I have to pay £130 for the new line to be connected but also wait for 2 weeks (to begin with) and now who knows how much longer! How come it takes 10 minutes to order something but then it takes weeks to actually get it? I hate this!

As if that wasn’t bad enough I’ve been listening to that new Robbie Williams song (the Rudebox or whatever it’s called) because they keep playing it on the radio. I hate that song! He sounds like a chav gone wrong!

Now, what they should do is play the new Justin Timberlake song (SexyBack) all day! I love that song! I ADORE it! I want to make love to it! I want to have its babies! Well maybe I don’t like it that much but I still like it a lot more than Rudebox.

But don’t singers listen to what the songs sound like? Don’t they hear how bad they sound? And if they do, do they just go on and sing them anyway? On the other hand, what a cool profession, being a singer. Just think! People ask you what it is you do for a living and you reply “I sing!”, like it’s such a hard thing to do. I’m sure not everybody can do it but with the right training (and machines) even the worst singers can sound decent enough. Take for example Paris Hilton, she can’t sing, can’t act and should not be allowed to but she has made films and now she’s got an album that’s selling!

At least one of the positive things about being a singer is that you can amuse yourself by practicing it, if you’re any good, that is. Because you get to create something pretty or sexy and you can listen to it yourself. Actors have the same advantage sometimes. But not when they are asked to make sequels to really good (or really bad) films that should be left alone.

And they always think really stupid stories for the sequel! And the taglines are even sillier! Like Saw 2 - “Oh yes, there will be blood”. Um, really? You don’t say! Because all I remember from Saw 1 was the pretty butterflies… In the same way, there could be a new Hairspray film (you know the musical one); Hairspray 2 - “The ozone layer will never be the same!”

Gosh! The stupidity of some people…

If you can injure yourself while eating fruit and using just your hands you’re not just stupid but also way too clumsy to be allowed to even move your own limbs.

This was my first week at my first full time job. The week whizzed past without me realising it. I enjoyed it a lot although it got stressful at times. Especially Wednesday evening when I finished work and could hardly speak. That’s how tired I felt. As it turned out I did not feel so tired because I was just working too hard but because I had been drinking decaf coffee for 2 days. How was I to know that people actually buy decaf? If I knew I would have checked!

Anyways, the guys at work don’t know that coffee is one of the main food groups for me so they’re excused for not warning me. What they are not excused for is the coffee they drink at the office. Not only is it not strong but it tastes awful! They have so much to learn. I swear, by the time I leave that place they will all be coffee junkies like me and know how to use that cappuccino and espresso coffee maker that they got but never use.

In other words, they’re in for a major bikini wax!