READING’S TOMORROW AHHHHH. I am ridiculously excited, and I am going to fangirl insanely when I see QOTSA and Arctic Monkeys walk onstage, and most likely not poo for the entire time. My IBS is going to love me.
Oh man Reading is this week! I’m well excited. Tomorrow I’m going to buy food and that’ll be me set! I can’t believe next weekend I’m going to be seeing QOTSA/Arctic Monkeys/The Hives/Disclosure etc over three days, that’s insane. Though probably not as insane as the amount of pain IBS is going to give me. I’m not looking forward to that.
Seeing all the babbys at work get their A level results and seeing their joy at being able to go to Uni and leave the cinema while I’m sitting here looking up videos of people doing eating challenges and having a sweet two years of retail experience under my belt is kinda making me wish for all of their hopes and dreams to crash and burn just like mine did.
I went out to a BBQ the other day and was drinking and was drinking and was drinking and was drinking and we ended up crashing at a friend’s house afterwards because me and my pals didn’t wanna walk home in the rain. Anyway so I woke up the next morning needing to do a beer poo but was in a different house so couldn’t, then I had to walk home in the rain, get showered and save myself from getting pneumonia, and then my mum was like “we’re going to the carvery!” so I then had CARVERY FOOD inside me ON TOP OF MY BEER POO and nearly shat myself on the car journey home. It was intense, but I did have the most easy going shit ever when I finally got to drop brown.
All I can say is that Laura’s been incredible throughout this entire thing. She’s been coming over and we kissed giving me advice about the grieving process and whatnot and listening to me and yeah, just having her around has been wonderful. She’s so cool, I really like her, she really likes me, it’s all happening and seeing how supportive she’s been with me really makes me fall in love with her even more.
Little sister made a post about my Nan’s passing so now it’s all out in the open. It was weird working on Saturday with everybody still being “Hey it’s Adam!” while I was sat in sadness town but I’m glad she felt ready to announce it to people. It’s been a couple days but it still feels weird to know that my Nan’s gone for good, I do miss her loads but she is with Grandad finally so at least for her there’s a happy ending, and I’m sure as time goes on that will be the only thing that matters to everybody else.
I don’t really know why I’m typing this, but I think I’m still in shock and need to see it in writing. Oh man, my nan passed away on Thursday. She was awake and alive in the morning but then death crept up on her just like it has for all of us left behind. Everybody’s been strong and weak and accepting that we can all fail to keep composed sometimes. It’s such a surreal experience. I don’t really know how I’m meant to react to it, it’s somehow never happened before, but all I know is that what I’m feeling isn’t complete sadness, but I’m just …feeling. I think knowing that she lived a half a day like she would any other ordinary day before it happened helped me feel at ease a little, because then I know that she wasn’t in pain or distressed or anything, and that she can finally spend time with my Grandad/her Husband again. So yeah, it’s definitely not been a great year for us, but in all of this terribleness we’ve all come together as a family and become a stronger unit, and we do have two dogs at home now.
I saw the ex and her new bf in Asda today. I turned a corner and suddenly I was walking towards them and they were walking towards me. I looked right at her while my stomach had a feeling of “ah shit” but it’s been over a year so I was more then prepared to have an awkward conversation but she did nothing. I had my Project Get Arms guns out, my tattoo on show and was projecting a swagger that I’m sure exists but she made no visual attempt to start fangirling but she definitely saw me. And then when the asda lady said hello to me I made sure to sound completely chill and cool but saying it like hi instead of the hi SHE expected me to say. Hahaha, I sound like a loon, but it was a weird moment. So yeah.
I think the heat has made me angry today because I had a go at some customers because they were in the wrong seats and lied to me loads saying that “people were in their seats” so they just decided to move into the very last row. THEY WERE MEANT TO BE IN ROW B, AT THE FRONT, NOBODY WAS SITTING THERE. I called them liars haha. And now this guy at work’s been snapchatting constantly about his dog and I’ve just sent him back with the caption “NOBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR SHITEY DOG”
I was on ushering at work today, and me and my team were heading up the stairs when Laura (<3<3<3) said “Adam why’s your shirt tucked out? tuck it in!” so I took that as a sign that maybe I should take my shirt off so I lifted it up to reveal my finely toned gut and then started to unbutton it as a little slut show for Laura but then I turned around and saw little kids were heading towards me so I covered myself up and we all started laughing. Then after moving past the crowd some RUDE LITTLE GIRL goes “ehghrhg, what’s so funny?” in this proper sarcastic tone and I couldn’t believe it. This little girl freaking par’d us all off and there was nothing we could do about it. I wanted to push her down the stairs but I’d definitely get fired. but yeah, what a knob.
This shift is making me want to harm the world. A bunch of underaged kids came to my till wanting to see The Purge but their collective fountain of youth glow blinded me so bad I said no. Then the lead girl was like “call my Dad he will tell you i’m 15” so I said “okay. But then I’ll call my Dad and he’ll agree with me that you’re not”. Then immediately after a group of LADS came up to me and of course their JOKERLAD had to be all “alright Adam how you doing m8” in his quirky tone so I walked away from them.
I drunk a bottle of cherry coke and ate a large Texas BBQ/American Hot half and half, wedges and three rennies before falling asleep yesterday and today IBS has turned me into the most glorious toilet waterfall ever. The worst part was still being able to smell of the jalapenos.
Lightning hit the cinema today! It was awesome. The storm lasted like 10/15 minutes with ridiculously heavy rain and then there was this monumental crashing noise followed by rumbling. It made all the screens and lights go off, and made the big metal doors behind me shut on their own which scared the dick off of me and we all had to run to the screens to let everybody know it was just lightning. It was well good.
Laura gave me her mum’s number thinking I wouldn’t text her but actually Karen is a lovely woman and I’m glad I did. She called me a “hottie” and has invited me round for lasagne one night, it’s wonderful.
The Investigation finally came to an end today. Weeks ago I was filmed sitting down in a screen and somebody at work who received it on Snapchat snitched and showed the big boss man. I received a one-to-one for gross misconduct and having a phone on shift, which then expanded into an investigation when I revealed that both my arms were in shot, and FOLDED. But today after many weeks of not caring and sending one or two assertive messages to the snitch telling them to leave me alone forever I was told that I am not going to be disciplined, because, in the words of the big boss man, “it’s fucking stupid”. Happy days.
Mum’s bought chicken wings and ribs for dinner tonight and I am weary. The last two times I’ve had ribs I’ve ended up throwing up, and I don’t know if that’s because unfortunately consistent food poisoning but I really would like to keep delicious ribs inside my tummy for once tonight.
Just got home from the pub crawl which became two pubs and then The Pink Toothbrush and it was dope. I’ve just made myself some tea and a bacon sandwich and soon I’m going to wonder how long it’ll be until I hate myself for not going to sleep
I’m going to a pub crawl today! I’m slightly terrified as I’ve not crawled before but I’ve got the next two days off so I figured why not drink and drink and drink and drink until either one of my ends begins to spew
I’m not looking forward to tonight’s storm as last night I was so drunk and was woken up by a monstrous roar of thunder and was so terrified I burst into tears when my cat Meg jumped up on my bed because I thought she was a bolt of lightning