Thursday, I don't care about you
Hello! It's me again. I can't remember why I decided to blog every day this week. That was a really stupid idea. How do people manage it? I haven't even managed to wash and groom myself every day. Anyway, in contrast to my blog title, here are some things I DO care about. Stuff that's rocking my boat today includes: - Cross-stitch. The world of crafting is a dark and dangerous one. Look how quickly I've slipped from knitting to cross-stitching. It'll be appliqué and papier mâché next if I'm not careful. - My dad's DIY haircut. He has taken another step along the road to Crazyville and decided to cut his own hair. He seems to have set his new clippers to "length: random" and also decided to use a pair of scissors to style the sides. Oh, and did I mention he's nearly blind? The resulting mess would go down a storm in Hoxton, but my mum is refusing to be seen with him in public. - Living back in Leyton, after staying in Ealing and Brentford and suffering a fuck-stupid commute. Leyton, I will never leave you again. Until tomorrow. - Deciding to train to be a librarian. It seems the obvious career choice, given my tweeness and fondness for books and slightly obsessive desire to put things in order. And shush people. - My housemate baking me cakes.
Comments
Librarian! Perfect! I think you should work in Senate House Library. That would be dusty-cool.
And how much does that cat cake rock? How much? Eh?
Awesome, I totally will. You can all be vicarious librarians through me. Also, I heard you have the Subversive Cross-Stitch BOOK which makes me envy you. Although I could just go and buy my own copy.
When I was 16 we had careers advice sessions at school. This involved doing a long test thing and then talking to the school's careers adviser about 'options'. Anyone who wanted to do anything in the least creative (I already knew I wanted to act at this point, and my friend wanted to be a writer) was advised to become a librarian.
Strangely enough, the school careers adviser was also, in her main job, the school librarian ...
At the time we all pooh-poohed her advice and went gadding off into the sunset with our dreams. Now, however, I wonder if she might not have been right all along.
*dons horn-rimmed glasses*
woo hoo!
It is awaiting my hulky crqazed handiwork. I love that company.
I shoudl have bought "shut your whore mouth" as well :(
Secondly: I am now in love with cross-stitching. I finished my "Irony is not dead" one and it is uber-twee.
Your Dad sounds like he prob looks like an extra from Nathan Barley - so don't do it Jef. Trust me. Don't.
You could practice your shushing technique on me. Nobody has ever managed it. Ever. So if you do, the (bibliographic) sky's the limit.