Kizzy

A Chinese girl has lost her memory after being struck by a falling pregnant tortoise as she walked along a street.

My favourite bit: "If I do not have a confession from the guilty tortoise thrower I will sue everybody in the building."

I slept in this morning and was an hour and a half late for work!!

For weeks I've gone without sleeping properly, walking up through the night, and then this weekend I've slept loads.

I rushed to get ready and went into work, and when my boss asked if I was out I started crying. I don't know why, I feel such a fool. I just said I was tired and still a bit ill from having a cold and was pissed off at having slept in.

I feel better now - have recovered from my emotional episode - perhaps a few good nights sleep was what I needed. But I do feel like a bit of an idiot. I hate that they think I might not be able to cope. She told me to go home, to have a day off but I didn't. It would just have made things worse because I would have had twice as much to do tomorrow.

At least it is One Tree Hill night, yey!

Went to town today to take some shoes back to Next, and they weren't taking returns due to the sale! I've had them for three weeks and only just got round to taking them back.

Not quite a wasted trip though as I did get a new bag, some other shoes, and some trousers for work. Treats for me!

Still haven't done much work. Oh well. There's always tomorrow.

Oh and I still have a bastard cold. Not pig flu though.

But on the plus side less than three weeks to holiday time!!!!!

I haven't done much work today. I hope tomorrow will be far more productive. I just can't seem to concentrate. And its impossible to write everything within the measly word limits I'm given.

In a maximum 2500 word essay I've had to cover 5 major aspect of public relations. Any one of these would easily warrant that amount of depth on their own, so to try and adequatly cover each in about 500 words is no mean feat.

I only have one more point I need to cover (but I need a good example which is why it's taking so long) and by then I should be about a couple of hundred words over. Which doesn't sound much to edit out, but I've already edited the essay to death.

I think I'll finish it tomorrow, but leave the editing for a week or so when I can go back to it with a fresh eye. In the meantime I have the second of four assignments to be getting on with.

Feeling under pressure. Think I'll make a cup of tea, watch big brother, and go to bed.

Night

And it's not alcohol related. For a change.

Had an 8 hour meeting today about pig flu. Now I think I might actually have it.

Maybe its just the power of suggestion. That if you talk about something like flu for long enough you convince yourself you have it. Or maybe the thumping bad head (which has actually subsided a bit now) and the burning throat is real.

Hopefully I will feel better tomorrow. I have far too much work and study to do to be off ill! I have been doing some work on my essay tonight, hence why I am not already in bed sleeping off this potential cold, but I'm so far behind already.

Serves me right. I didn't do any work last week. What with going to London, birthday celebrations and having a date that resulted in a possibly broken nose. It's still sore now, though looks fine, and never went to get it checked out so I could well have cracked it for all I know.

Not heard from Psycho Date. Tractor Boy is texting now and again, though I'm struggling to convince even myself that he's not far too young.

Bed time for me. Night.

I am officially 25 now. Getting old. All downhill from here.

Think this means I'm supposed to grow up and start being sensible. Can't see that happening any time soon!

Especially considering I have just got in from birthday celebrations and drunk facebooked some random I met out tonight. Ha.

At least I have birthday cake to look forward to for breakfast tomorrow.

Night.

I love going on trips. I think it's usual for people when they get back from a trip to feel a bit deflated. When ever I leave my home county, whether it's to go to a big city or another country, whether it's the first time I've been there or not, it's like my eyes are opened to a whole new way of life every time.

I've got a bad case of 'the grass is always greener' syndrome. Everywhere that isn't here feels so much more exciting and interesting. The people, the places, the atmosphere. I come back with an overwhelming feeling that I'm missing out on something amazing.

I feel like that after my very short trip to London. It's not that I particularly would want to live in London, but it would be nice to experience it a lot more. Or any city for that matter. Though it's odd because I really don't make enough of my current surroundings. There's so much I could see and do, but don't. And I should. I should concentrate on that before getting any crazy ideas in my head!

Anyway, I'm off to bed, and when I wake I shall be another year older. Not so wiser.

Back from London. Was there for an awards evening for work - I helped the team with their application and publicity so they invited me along. They didn't win, but did so well just to get to the national final.

The awards ceremony was very posh. Gabby Logan was hosting and Michael Parkinson presented one of the awards. And a couple of dancers from Strictly Come Dancing provided the entertainment. And there was a lot of free wine.

Got rather drunk. As usual I was the last to go to bed. It always seems like a good idea to stay until the bitter end. Never know when to call it a night! I only knew two of the women who were going, and not very well. There was ten of us all together and they all work in the same team so I felt a bit awkward that I didn't know people. And in situations like that I tend to drink a lot. However I broke the ice with tales of my disasterous date. Though they probably now think I'm some well dodgy girl who makes a habit of getting caught up with the wrong guys and regularly gets involved in fights. Which of course, I don't. Well, I do pick the wrong guys, but the fight part is new to me.

So was feeling a little ill on the train on the way back. Then I went into work for a couple of hours as I know tomorrow will be hectic - will have lots of publicity stuff to do about the awards.

Didn't get chance to see or do anything else while there. Saw a few sights in the taxi between Euston Station and the hotel but that was it! Was a couple of days out of the office though, and something a bit different - not everyday I get a paid-for trip down to London and the chance to go to a fancy do.

I've not heard anything from Psycho Date. The girl at work who introduced us text me yesterday and said no one had heard from him since (her husband works with him). Tractor Boy was texting on Tuesday. He seemed fine about the whole thing, although he said he had a belter of a black eye. Not heard anything from him since Tuesday night though. He's too young for me anyway. He's only 19 (Gemma, you will be proud!) I don't think my friends would ever let me live that one down though.

Only I could go on a date that ends up with the guy getting arrested!!

Where to start?!

I went out with the guy I met the other week, through work people. I wasn't going to, but I decided I might as well give him a chance, it was all very last minute yesterday. He hadn't yet been given a blog name, but I think Psycho Date might be quite appropriate.

We went for Mexican food, we had a few drinks, and we made polite conversation. I wasn't bowled over by any means, but it was going ok. At that point anyway.

We went for a few drinks. He suddenly got very weird on me, accusing me of looking at some bloke. To be fair, I had noticed this bloke, and he had noticed me, but I didn't think a split second of eye contact would have been that noticable.

Psycho Date kept going outside to smoke, leaving me by myself. His ex was also hanging around and he was outside talking to her for ages. At which point, I went to the bar and the guy that I'd noticed earlier started talking to me. I explained I was on a date and I don't usually pick up other blokes while on dates! We did quickly swap numbers though and I went back to Psycho Date before he disappeared outside yet again.

Had enough by that point, told him I was going home. He was in a right foul mood. When he left, I went back and had a drink with the new guy, his brother and mate. It was a good half hour later, at least, and me and new guy were sitting by ourselves. (Think I shall call him Tractor Boy - as he drives a tractor. Nice. I don't half pick them.)

By this point, Psycho Date had come back in and got a drink. First I seen he was storming over to me and Tractor Boy. He shouted at me, saying I was nothing but a tart (sure he could have thought up some worse words) and going off on one, before pouring his drink all over our heads.

Then he punched Tractor Boy. Several times, the poor guy it was awful. He never once raised his hand back to Psycho Date, not that he got a chance. I got hit in the process and my nose is swollen and bruised. It may even be broken. The bouncers came and chucked out Psycho Date. There wasn't many people in the bar, we were providing the floor show, which was embarrassing. (Even more so than my rendition of Papa Don't Preach on the kareoke earier in the night!)

We waited for Psycho Date to leave, but he was waiting outside for us, so the bouncers let us out via the fire exit. However, while we were making our way to the taxi rank, Psycho Date started on Tractor Boy's mate. I didn't see this, just the aftermath, which involved a lot of blood and a trip to the hospital.

Tractor Boy's brother rang the police, and I left as they arrived. He then text me about half 3 to say that Psycho Date had been arrested.

I had no sleep last night, I was in bed for about three hours but too shook up to sleep, and of course that didn't help the hangover. I never go out drinking of a work night. This is what happens when I do!

So yeah, that was some first - and only - date! I thought I'd had some dating disasters in the past but this was certainly full of firsts for me. Can't beleive my quiet Monday night date ended up with two people getting beaten up, me having a possibly broken nose and my 'date' being arrested.

I have had to laugh about it today. I think I'm still in shock, if I don't laugh I'll cry!

The guy from last weekend (I really need to come up with a blog name for him) has just rang me. I didn't answer. I think I might just text him in about ten mins and say sorry I missed his call, I've had a really busy weekend and I'm off to bed now.

Which is exactly what I am going to do right now.

So... the guy from last weekend has been texting me. I wasn't too fussed at first, but he got a bit more talkative so I was coming round to the idea of meeting him this week. That's until he rang me at quarter past 11 on Thursday, and when I didn't answer (as I was trying to sleep) he text me 2 minutes later. And then he text me again, 5 minutes after that, asking if he had done something wrong.

I just don't have time for all that malarky. I didn't reply, and I've not heard anything else from him since.

Last night I went home for the weekend and went out for some early birthday celebrations. I figure there's nothing I can do about getting old, might as well celebrate it in style.

Ended up kissed Married Man (no-longer-married man). He was wearing vest. I think it was part of a fancy dress outfit. I hope, anyway.

I did meet a really nice guy who was there for the night from Durham. We chatted for a while and when he asked where was best to go, I told him about the one and only night club, and he said they would go there later on. So I kept a look out for him and I never seen him.

Was a good night out, though my head and feet hurt a lot by the end of it. I hadn't been feeling right all day, I don't think the alcohol helped! Was quite rough this morning!

Hello everyone.

It is a bit warm.

I've decided I'm not really a summer person. Ok, I hate it when it's really freezing and I can't get warm, especially when it's too cold to get out of bed in the morning, or its 2am on a saturday night and I'm standing waiting for a taxi in sub zero temperatures.

But so far summer isn't really going to well for me. I can't sleep because it's too warm, and I've had a bad head for a week. I just feel yak.

But even worse, are the spiders.

HUGE spiders. Everywhere.

Yesterday I picked up a glass to wash and there was a massive spider inside. I dropped it into the water and ran screaming from the kitchen.

Last week, I trapped one under a washing up bowl and put a catalogue on the top to weigh it down so it wouldn't squeeze underneath, until my flatmate could get it the next day.

I have spider paranoia. I have to check my bed for spiders before I get in, and the bathroom before I close the door.

I know I should just be pleased that we are actually getting a summer this year, but I'm just grumpy. And tired. And really don't feel well. And seem unable to function at work or to do any study.