Plans and more plans

2004-03-30 at 10:41 p.m.

For ages now I have been wondering why it is that I cannot text message my friend Shirley. Like the fool I am, I assumed my phone had taken to hating her (it hates another of my friends - won't let him leave voice messages for me even though it lets everyone else). Until tonight, when I decided to text another friend, it didn't work, and I finally had the bright idea of checking my balance.

"You have 7p remaining"

Such an idiot! All this time, all the talks wasted, and it turns out I don't have money on it. Grr. I'm trying to get hold of Shirley at the moment actually - she's supposed to be visiting me but we haven't arranged what day she's coming yet. I've been messenging her on and off - but I keep getting her (illict) girlfriend Nicky on there, not that I mind as such, but it means Shirley tends to be more pissed/stoned than normal when I do get hold of her.

Actually I notice she's logged on to messenger - well, she's on the internet which automatically logs her on - right now, but no response as yet. Probably taking the dog for a walk or having a smoke or something.

I had a succession of most peculiar dreams last night, the blame for which I lay entirely at insanegerbil's door. I managed to dream first about worms (of the earthworm variety rather than the serpent sort) and then about Marilyn Manson, which was a tad disturbing as I never normally think of the guy let alone dream about him. Stranger and stranger.

Went and bought myself a t-shirt and a jacket today. I am becoming the jacket queen. Which is particularly odd as I managed to live on about two shirts and one and a half pairs of trousers at university (you don't want to know about the half a trouser) and then I leave and suddenly decide to own lots of clothes. But fear not - I am no fashionista. At least not in this lifetime. I don't get the point of wearing clothes that are not comfortable just because everyone else is wearing them. Oh, and of course, being overweight means I can't anyway. The only "fashionable" clothes that I like tend to be the goth ones - all frills, lace and velvet. Very nice - unfortunately I tend to prefer the men's versions to the women's (I am not a dress person), and haven't yet decided whether I prefer men in the men's things or whether I'd like to wear the men's things. Hmmm. I generally go to the "fat shop", Evans, whose clothes are generally quite decent - and I have a storecard there so I can spend money like water. Though it puzzles me...why oh why do they have an obsession with three-quarter length sleeves? Surely you either want long sleeves or short sleeves - why would I want sleeves that come half way up my forearm? Not to mention that in my condition (i.e. scarring) I cannot wear them, they still seem a bizarre idea, and always make me want to roll them up to above the elbow in any case.

Weirdos.

I am thinking of taking a course in something or other, if only so that my brain doesn't turn to mush spending all my days in pubs, drinking coke and reading novels I've read before. There is an adult learning centre (read: teaches basic maths and things for people with no qualification as well as the basket-weaving type course) near me which is cheap, and I might have a go there.

They have four courses of book-binding! I've always fancied a shot at that - they have one for doing gold leaf on leather, so I could put my initials onto one of the (very few) leather books I own, which would be fun. I can bind my own journal, and bind a whole book using proper instruments and everything, which would be great. I could use it to put the okish poems I've written in.

They also have a course in Latin and one in German which I fancy doing. Not that Latin would be much use to me but I liked the year of German I did at school (a fun language: you can spit and pretend to be Hitler).

They also have day-classes on Nietzsche which I like the sound of, as I don't know much about Nietzsche except that the Nazis liked him, and also one on Wittgenstein which I might go to.

They have classes in lots of things, some of which are during the day, some at night, some at weekends. I get a discount because I'm unemployed, it'd be a chance to do something useful and get to meet people (which is why people do them). They're all quite practical as well - there was a course called "make a silver ring" and another called "paint your own ikon" - you know you will come out with something you can take home with you at the end. So maybe they'd not be things I could put on my CV - but at least they would be something to do and I don't think employers would look down on them that badly - as they would go in that "hobbies" section which I never quite know how to fill out.

So, those are some plans for the near future.

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