Apples vs Oranges

I don't like work, I don't like sleep....pretty much anything that stands inbetween me and watching the rest of Twin Peaks.

The teacher of american broadcasting at uni already spoiled the ending, but still.

My mum sent me an email saying that a friend of the family had given her ₤100 to send to me as a birthday present so I should call them and say thank you. But she has the impression that I was 'doing well enough' so she's going to 'hold onto it for the time being'.

Yeah. Thanks.

As some of you may know, Cassandra is planning a trip to Wales this summer. This morning she tried to make a bank transfer of £350 to secure the flat she's renting. This involved calling the bank, asking what info she needed, getting a cab to the bank being told she needed additional (crazy and hard to come by) information TODAY (like the address of the local branch of the bank where the guy has his account etc) was offered to make a money order instead and had to get a cab home no closer to the limitlessly complicated goal of sending money to a man.

Anyway she offered to make a paypal payment to me if I made the payment with my alliance and leicester account. Here's how I did:

Logged on to website. Added new payee for bank transfers (I can do this to anyone with a bank account anywhere in the world) but uh-oh, my password is locked!

Called the bank to get my password reset, spoke to Roger in Leeds, got my first two security questions right but couldn't remember the date question. Proceeded to get it wrong 5 times until roger started giving me clues.

Finally got it, Roger and me cheer. Chat with him while he resets my account. Wait ten minutes, log in a set new password. Send money to Mr Constantinou.

See. It's that simple. All you have to do is not treat your customers like shit and take yourself so fucking seriously.

Oh and my uk bank pays me interest because I let then keep my money for me, but my north american bank charges me fees for the privilege of having a bank account. Dicks.

Hello.

I've recently received a letter threatening prosecution over a £2092 graduate endowment fee. I have no money to pay you back as the degree I attained was effectively worthless and I am currently working at a minimum wage job. I think my reference is 13120956 and I also have the code M273a, which may very well be the reference number for this case. Please start legal proceedings against me or add this to the pitiful £600 student loan I was allocated, whichever is more convenient.

Regards,

Frazer Berry

But apparently by jaw looks a bit different 'narrower and more boy-ish' according to Cassandra. I'm not sure what that means but it might go some way to explaining the record number of people who have called me 'miss' in the past week...

Also, if you're going to see Pan's Labyrinth keep this in mind: there is no character called 'pan' and very little in the way of labyrinths. If you do that you'll probably enjoy it more that I did. Not that is was bad just that I expected a labyrinth. It's right there in the title.

I mean do you think anyone would go and see Alien if it didn't have an alien in it....

I'm tired all of a sudden. I'm probably going to get raped robbed and murdered in my sleep but I think I have to. My trip through customs went well, I just have to go to a seminar tomorrow (they with hold your social securtiy info so you have to go) and I'll be legal as fuck. Toronto is nice enough even though I have no idea what to do with myself, I might have a look at the shops or museums or what have you before I fly out tomorrow.

As some of you already are aware, I'm getting four wisdom teeth out soon, I'm in a lot of pain from them, and I like to complain. So expect more tooth related drivel in the near future.

Today I woke up and spat out a lot of blood, then I looked up wikipedia.

Firstly, I fucked up: "Rinsing out one's mouth during this period is counter-productive, as the bleeding stops when the blood forms clots at the extraction sites, and rinsing out the mouth will most likely dislodge the clots. The end result will be a delay in healing time and a prolonged period of bleeding."

And secondly, I really hope they put me unconscious for this because I'll have a fucking panic attack. I almost cried after I saw this picture.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Extraction_%28dental%29

Imagine that 4 times.

At last.

I have to get on an aeroplane tomorrow. I'd really rather not.

Cassandra and I have broken up. We were both making each other unhappy and this is the only thing we can do. It hurts, but it was pretty much mutual. I'm not going into details but I am worried about her.

Cassandra and I went to the mall on wednesday morning, myself having arrived the night before via Montreal (remember that part because it's going to come back later) I was suffering some stomach and head discomfort but was determined to ignore what I was sure was jetlag and lasted as far as HMV. Thereabouts I start to feel far too fucking ill to keep going, Cassandra calls me a pussy, gets all pissed off and we end up back at home. I'm really, really sick, my last resort is to stick my fingers down my throat to try and get some of the badness out of my body, after a lot of punking I feel a little better and Cassandra (who's beginning to suspect that maybe I'm not being the world's biggest nancy this time) leaves me to sleep it off while she sees her nephews. I cannot stop being sick and one of the last things I throw up is bits of a fucking burger I had whilst waiting for my flight in Montreal.

Cassandra finds me passed out on the bathroom floor and calls an ambulance. The doctors are concerned that I might have menengitus and perform a spinal tap, I have the worst panic attack I've had in years in the middle of it. I'm still kind of fucked up from the whole experience and I can't help but think that it has something to do with sobbing hysterically while Cassandra tries to simultaionsly calm me down and hold the bowl that I'm spewing uncontrolably into with a ten inch needle draining fluid from my spine.

The hospital move me to a room full of dying people for most of the day, I'm hooked up to an iv which hurts like fuck but they keep giving something called gravol which thankfully knocks me out. Cassandra and Justin visit in the afternoon which cheered me up a lot, I think I sleep for the rest of the day.

By the evening I can finally keep down fluids, two doctors see me, nether of whom agree with each other I don't think either of them know what they're talking about. They move me to a private room becuase they're worried I might have brought an illness from outside the country. The isolation room is much nicer, everyone who enters the room has to wear a gown and mask which are disposed as they exit, the nurses look a bit afraid of me, but they will bring me AS MANY ICE LOLLYS AS I WANT which does something to compensate.

I later find out that Cassandra's being told that I definetly have menigitus (it was food poisioning) and she's been so busy sorting out my travel insurance and dealing with my fucking mother that she hasn't slept. Anyway I'm sick of the bloody hospital, I can walk, I'm not being sick anymore but the doctor wants to keep me for another week. Cassandra agrees to help me break out if the hospital won't let me leave, fortunetly they do because we were going to knot my bed sheets together and climb out the window.

It takes another two days before I'm feeling okay and I spend most of them moping about and being a dick to Cassandra. Almost everything still makes me feel but I'm much better than I was at least.

I'm going to make another post about the stuff she got me for my birthday on monday because she spoiled the fuck out of me.

Oh, and fuck Montreal.

Same instructor, same number of mistakes. A pattern is developing. Sometimes life isn’t very fun.

In case you don't know, Cassandra fell through the decking at the back of her brother's house and hurt her leg. It's all bruised and cut. I spoke to her this morning and now it's swollen and red as well. Poor dear.

So I burnt down a Danish Embassy

Amazingly drunk, she and Stephanie got pissed at a gay bar. Then she had to make herself sick so she could get to sleep. Fun! Full details tomorrow.

.......Cassandra and I played guess the revel.


Round 1

Hmmm...


Round 2

I should mention that Cassandra is violently allergic to orange chocolate.

Super-alergic.

Round 3

I think it was rasin
(there's me pondering)

But really I have no fucking idea. And who's hand is that?

Round 4


Whatever this one was she got it right.

Round 5

Wrong about chocolate.

Round 6

Coffee?!?

Fuck you, revels.

I'll do a proper holiday post soon, I have exams and shit to work on. Grumble.

What Beatle are you? John Lennon A bisexual millionaire heroin addict who beat his wife, left her for a mad slag 'conceptual artist' and neglected his kids in the same way his father did to him whilst simultainiously telling the entire world that they all have to love each other and give away their posetions. Twat.

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Much better.

I don't care if it was halloween, it's still messed up...

I don't think my megadive is going to turn much of a profit

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/Sega-Megadrive-with-Gunstar-Shinobi-Sonic-Rage-2-more_W0QQitemZ8221502841QQcategoryZ3653QQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem

And only three people are watching it, what the fuck? I should have put the minimum bid higher, it gives a false impression of the console, I though I had illustrated how great it is with the screenshots and everything, but apparently not. I mean look at the ninja and robots of it all, an impressive catalogue, no?

http://cgi.ebay.co.uk/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=8221085508
At least my moogle is doing well, kids love final fantasy.

The highs and lows of ebay are making me start to wish I'd never gotten into debt with The Bank of MY MOTHER.

Cassandra put up some pictures, and the events that followed don't really hold up to repetition, so here are the pictures, plus some extra ones:



Drunk and hot ages ago.

Butch and hot.

Hot in a jacket.

Hot without jacket.

Hat slut

Just plain hot.

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