My Younger-self VS Birthdays

A few days ago, my sister Amy uploaded baby pictures of us on Facebook, which got me reminiscing about the past. Ahh the good old days when you had no responsibility, tonnes of holidays and the biggest threat was "I'm telling".

When I was younger, in my head if you were born first, then by law you should have you're birthday first. It was only fair! Well it came up to my sister birthday one day and I couldn't understand why her birthday was before mine. This is when the calender and time made no sense to me at all. She was born in April and I was born in July.

Me & Amy - my future partner in crime

 I remember being furious that my parents decided to celebrate her birthday before mine, it was completely illogical to me and she had done nothing terribly outstanding to get presents before me! Yes, that's what it all came down to, my jealously of her getting presents and cake before me and I would have to wait ages before the same happened to me.

Then my brother was born, in February. I couldn't believe it. My parents had decided their third child was more important than me! At the age of 7 when it was his first birthday, I decided to get Amy in on my jealously. She was as furious as me. So we decided to confront our mother about the matter

My brother - the constant pain in my neck

Our mother explained to us about how the calender works and gave us the reason why his birthday was before ours. We didn't believe her of course and spent the rest of the day resenting his existence.

As time wore on, our jealously lessened and the whole 'their birthdays are before mine' didn't matter anymore. That was until my brother Matthew decided he would make our birthdays about him. Amy and I didn't really care because well we were better than him. However Matthew made the fatal mistake of deciding from that day on, every birthday he was at, he would blow out the birthday cake candles - the big finale of the day.

Everyone thought it was cute. Amy however, did not. He had stolen her thunder, and for the rest of the year, he paid for it. Especially when he did the same to me. And when our younger sister Jemma was old enough, we got her to do the same thing he did to us - blow out the birthday candles. We got our payback - and some cake too!

O.O

I think my flat is haunted.

The other night I was lying in bed getting all warm and settled until I felt something press down on my head. My eyes shot open and I searched the room with my eyes. I couldn't see anything so I basically flew out of my bed to switch the light on. Maybe something from the ceiling fell onto me, but when I looked at the place I was in, there was nothing there.

Ha! This pic makes me laugh!

Then I thought maybe I spider had falling off the ceiling and onto my head. I will admit, that thought crept me out so I slowly searched around the bed. I thought to myself that if it was a spider, it would have to be a massive heavy bugger and I'm sure I would've seen that (and had a stroke at the same time!).

You know when you've been freaked out and the slightest noise you hear, you think its someone breaking in to kill you? Well, that was me when I tried to fall asleep. I would close my eyes and try to concentrate on sleeping and then I would hear a creek and they would be wide open staring at the door.

This isn't the first time my flat has given me the spooks. When my flatmates were away for 3 weeks I hated being alone in the house. The same thing would happen, I would hear a noise and then vision someone killing me (maybe I should see a doctor or something, that can't be healthy)

And I bet you if I was being haunted, it wouldn't be from Casper

My Weird Dream

A couple of nights ago, I had a very bizarre dream. So bizarre that I can remember everything that happened in it.


So in my wee dream, I was with a bunch of friends and it was a bit of a musical dream. We were all singing and dancing in the middle of the street and having a good time until we saw a storm coming. Then we all started feeling a bit sick. Then we started throwing up blood. I woke up feeling quite stunned and wondered what the hell I had been watching for that to be in my head.


A few days later, the dream was still in my head. I began to get curious and wondered what it all meant. So I googled it (as you do).

"To dream that you are dancing, signifies freedom from any constraints and restrictions. Your life is in balance and in harmony." 

Ok, that sounds pleasant enough.

"To see a storm in your dream, signifies some overwhelming struggle, shock, loss or catastrophe in your waking life"


To be fair, I had to get up early the next day and catch a flight...


"To see blood in your dream, represents life, love, and passion as well as disappointments."


Right...


So to sum up, my dream meant I'm free from restrictions however I'm struggling with the shock of it and I'm disappointed with the passion in my life which is apparently in balance and in harmony.


Anyway here's a pic of a bunny! Why can't I have nice dreams about those

"To see a rabbit in your dream, signifies luck, magical power, and success".


Damn it! I never dream about rabbits

My Flight Home

Today I embarked on the long journey home from Edinburgh to Shetland. This time, I decided instead of taking a 3 hour bus and a 12+ hour boat home, I would fly. I figured, hey, I would be in Shetland for a bit longer that way and it would be soo much easier than the other option.

I didn't quite expect to get in such a faffle though!

I woke up with a jump at 5am thinking I had slept in and would miss my flight. After being reassured by the time I decided maybe it would be best to try and get a little bit more sleep, but I was too worried that my fear of sleeping in would be a reality.

Thinking ahead, I booked a taxi for quarter past 8 which gave me plenty of time to get to the airport and have plenty of time to spend at the airport before I had to board the plane at 9.15. I hadn't thought of how busy traffic would be and ended up in the taxi for ages

45 minutes later...

I knew time was running out fast. I still had to go to the booking thingy and get my ticket and unload my luggage. Luckily, there was no Que and I just breezed through the booking bit. Once up the stairs, I realised how big the airport actually was. I had to be at Gate 19 in 10 minutes. Time definitely turned its back on me. And there was only one obstacle in my way... the security booth thing.

I thought I was quite quick, my bag and jacket were quickly but neatly thrown into the box. When the guy said I had to take my shoes off, I was a bit stunned and asked him to repeat the question. So, boots were thrown off and I walked through the metal detector. I was quite pleased that no alarms went off, but when I saw my box being put into the searching bit, I was quite panicked. Not that they would find anything, but that I would be late for my flight. Luckily, the search was quick and it was only a can of body spray that caused the fuss.

So now it was a race against time. I had to get to my gate quickly! Trust my gate to be the one that's the furthest away. But it was OK, I got there in the nick of time.

Eventually, up up and away!

The flight was faster than I expected, but that was because I fell asleep. I had a dream I was at work and everyone wanted bloody cappuccinos. When the plane jolted, I was a bit confused where I was, but knew if I was starting to dream about work, then it was definitely time for a holiday.

Welcome Home...

Oh, and Happy 16th to my brother Matthew :)

Shopping Junkie

I have a theory.

It occurred to me today that shopping on a regular basis is good for the mind and wallet. Of course it only occurred to me after I had fallen into a frenzy of spending.

I hadn't gone shopping for myself in ages. Usually it was for other people or things I really needed but not what I wanted. So after months of suffering and paying bills, the time had come when finally, I was almost caught up with everything and I had all this extra money in the bank.

Here's a pic of Snoopy... why not?

My main focus of today was to buy my brother something for his 16th (if you're reading this Matt then please tell me!!). After browsing through the games section half heartedly I saw something glimpse my eye. A digital camera in a sale. I didn't really need one, but I thought since I was going back home it would be nice to take a few pictures. So I bought it. Then I decided maybe he would want clothes so I went into River Island and looked around. Again I saw another sale on. So I bought some more

 After buying a few more items for myself I became hooked. I had become a shopping junkie. Just looking at the sale signs made me want to spend more. Before I knew it, I had used my card more times than I can count. Thankfully, my bank balance is still (reasonably) healthy and I won't be broke for the rest of the month... I hope.

Whilst sitting on the bus home I realised  that the reason I had become a shopping junkie was because it had been sooo long since I treated myself that I just went crazy with the rush of spending. I've now decided to treat myself ever now and then

I doubt I'll be able to spend like that again for a while though... and so the cycle repeats

The (Almost) Break In

The other night I had the greatest idea I had in a long time. I would go to bed early so I would be all refreshed for work the next day and hopefully I would be in a great mood. However, as per usual, my dream of a good nights rest didn't come true.

At around 4 in the morning I was awoken by a loud banging noise at my door. Most normal people's reaction would be in shock that someone was trying to break in. This, as Sulley from Monster's Inc will show, was my reaction

Yes, that's right. My first reaction when I opened my eyes, wasn't fear, It was pure anger and hatred towards the person who had ruined my beauty sleep. But before I could do anything about it, I heard the person stop banging on the door and run outside. Damn!

When I got out of my room, I saw my flatmate peering out of the peer hole. He was all, "woah! did you hear that?!" sort of way and my reaction was, "Yes, they woke me up!"

And that was my sleeping pattern well and truly ruined. I couldn't get back to sleep. So, what do you do when someone tries to break into your flat? Well, you watch Bill Bailey of course. It did perk me up a tad.

However, a few hours later, my reaction had changed dramatically. It had gone from rage to shock, someone had just tried to break in! Then all the questions started playing in my head. What would have happened if they got in? What would I have done? What if I had been alone?

To make matters worse, I had to walk home from work that night. But it was ok, I had a plan. My plan of attack would be to kick them in their happy place and run like fuck!

Update 3!

Salsa!

Last weekend, the hotel I work at hosted the 3rd annual Scottish Salsa Congress for 2 days and 3 nights. And what a weekend it was! Salsa music blairing out of the speakers, more dancers than you can count and very long and exhausting shifts. But I have to admit, it was a lot of fun and I'd rather work during that than Up Helly Aa!

Walking into to work, I was as innocent as Bambi, not knowing what to expect, I was wide eyed but ready for anything... or so I thought. That was the Friday evening. Come Monday morning, I just wanted to drown under the covers due to the lack of sleep.  I think my best bit of the weekend apart from the professional salsa dancers dancing was all the guests learning to salsa dance and do a bit of it at the party but after a few drinks the salsa dancing turned into grinding. I actually can't wait until they're back, soo much fun! And great tips!

Not much Salsa going on here!

The Vamp Kit


Now, you may be wondering what exactly a Vamp Kit is, I was too. It was sitting in my managers office on top of a shelf, and I did ask what it was and she did tell me, but I didn't really listen... or hear, I'm not sure which. Anyhow, I joked if it was there incase anyone of us turned into vamps (We were joking earlier about forgetting what the sun looked like as we were working nights).

I think it really IS incase we do turn into creatures of the night (stranger things have happened). I think inside it there is the usual vampire repel things, stake, cross, holywater, garlic, all in a shiney, brightly coloured waterproof bag! So if it's slightly dark and rainy, at least the contents of your Vampire Repel Kit is unharmed!

Soon all workplaces will have one!

Shetland!


At the end of the month, for one week only (until summer probs) I will be back in Narnia, seeing my friends and family. Unlike Narnia, and I can't step into my closet and poof I'm there. If only it was that simple! I have to either take a plane or take a bus and a boat to get there which involves a lot of planning, money, time and a lot of travelling. But I can't wait to get back to the 'auld rock' and get proper drunk with a few of ma bitches. I can only hope travelling back there isn't going to be as stressful as getting to Edinburgh!

Either way, I'm sure I'll have plenty to tell once I'm back

:)