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Well hi.
This is another attempt at beginning a blog. I realised the last time that the problem was I hadn't quite comprehended that people would be reading what I wrote, and thus wrote complete crap. So that's been deleted. Likely that no-one will read this one either, but I have Emz's guarantee at least that she will; so Emz, here is your personal series of letters from me.

So, this blog starts at a time when I am embarking on the year which we have deemed 'still students, but more real lifey'. This means that we will still be going to formals, to Klute, having excessive rosé evenings, and sleeping for full days at a time; but also doing real things like getting part-time jobs, living in a proper house with neighbours and wheelie bins, and leaving the washing up til the morning. Although we still won't have to pay bills, which is probably a benefit. And when I say 'we', I obviously mean myself and my five lovely housemates, who will no doubt feature a lot in this account of my life. Good luck girls.

So, standing at the precipice of a year that I have promised myself to be fuller, more productive and more organised than ever, I find it entertaining that this blog is being written mere days after being 'let go' from the job I thought would at least pay my rent for a year. Excellent. I however am viewing this as a challenge, and I think the reasons I am no longer at the job (in the nevertheless evil establishment of Hide bar and restaurant, Durham), may be because of the qualities I am attempting to eradicate from how I live. Namely, being a div. I am very capable of doing everything I need to and want to in my head, and in writing, but when it comes to action it always comes out wrong and completely retardedly. Thus by practising doing things, and pretending to be a normal human being, I think this year could produce enough change to make me feel more acceptable. Which would be nice. The sacking itself was, I maintain, not entirely my fault in any way, and as I was reminded by my manager, not actually a sacking at all but simply an ending of the 'trial period' that I was apparently still in. The many unfairnesses of it all have been sobbed out to Harri over tea (in the lovely coffee shop near the Gala theatre which has the cool teapots Nikki likes, and whose other customers very politely, if awkwardly, tried not to listen to me sniffling and throwing toilet roll about the place); and so now they are in the past and gone. I shall move on and find something else. I do have an interview tomorrow at the newly re-done Whitley Bay Playhouse which would be awesome, but we shall see.

I think I am done with chapter one of hilarious blog city for now. The only thing that saddens me was that I intended, when I thought of starting a blog again the other week, to bring back my famous 'Work Spotted!' feature of the old MSN space days (Poulay Palace, oh yeah), but I can no longer do that. Plus there weren't actually that many exciting spots at Hide, apart from horrible Ken who lives behind us, whose food I did not spit in despite massive temptation, and the lady who my mum used to chat to at Benefit in Newcastle Fenwicks. I could start up Durham Spotted, but frankly the blog would turn into nothing but that, due to the small and people-ful nature of this dear city. I wish for Harri's sake I could say we had spotted Sting today, but no such luck (despite her carrying her notebook and pen round just in case! ha).

Lots of words now, time to stop (and invite you to come and read this).

Danz x