Once again, left it far, far too long since I last wrote. Way too much stuff has happened since then. I'll try to remember most of it...

Went to Spain in July with Melle Mel and met up with Ma & Pa over there and had a top time. Got very drunk, very often; perhaps even more so than at home. Mel & I rocked and rolled as ever, and met some lovely guys whilst doing so. Had much fun with them. There was one called Tim who was Danish and a massive KISS fan. Treeemendous! He's back home in a town just south of Roskilde for Christmas, but he's gonna try to go home a bit earlier in the month as ST will be playing and we can meet up, if my budget stretches to a Danish trip this year. Woo! I cannae really mind what I did with the rest of July. Evidently not much.

August is a bit blurry, what with it being Festival month in toon. I tell you what, I freakin' LOVE Edinburgh. Seriously, I'm a very, very lucky girl to live in such an incredible city. Sometimes I take it for granted, but that's quite simply impossible in August. I think the only time the city's more beautiful is Christmas/Hogmanay when it's all glittery with snow and the trees are all lit up and it's sooo good sitting in the pub with a wee whisky and a coal fire roaring. Wow, that sounds incredibly twee and so very Scottish, but it's true! I love my city and August just totally rocks. It feels very continental, especially living on Rose Street. There's constantly bands playing outside and the sun's shining and everyone's sitting outside the pub (already, 11 days into September, it's too wet & cold for that and the winter grip's starting to take hold). There's always something really great to do. I mostly stick to the Fringe & Book Festivals. Selected highlights from this year were Jason Byrne (as ever); Afterhours (a late night comedy show, with changing line up, managed to catch Simon Amstel & Jimeoin amongst others); Irvine Welsh reading from his new book 'Bedroom Secrets Of The Masterchefs' and doing a Q&A hosted by Brian Taylor (political correspondent and ardent SNP supporter on the Scottish news). That was really ace. I absolutely adore Irvine Welsh and 'Bedroom Secrets...' is sublime. I think it may have just overtaken 'The Acid House' as my favourite of his books. Best Of Scottish and Best Of Irish also warrant a mention. All in all, it was a great festival.

I'm sure that's not all I've done the last couple of months... I've been to the football a good bit and mostly just pubbing it the rest of the time.

So what am I upto soon? Hmm, got a fair bit to do. Johnny's got a gig next week at the Liquid Rooms, so I'll be along at that. Oooh, Jo & Johnny's new flat is gorgeous and so close to mine. It's ace, I can actually walk to Jo's for the first time ever. Wee Jen's moving into toon very soon with her friend Kerry, so soon I'll be able to walk to her's too. Ace! Going through to Love Street for the football and much looking forward to trying their pies (never been to Love Street before) and seeing all the old Killie boys who play for St. Mirren now. Oh and I'm having a party next week too, to celebrate Mexican Independence Day (we're big fans of all things Mexican in my house), should be fun!

I haven't got too much else on this month. Got a skreed of 21sts coming up though. It's wee Jo's on Tuesday, but she's in Kos :-( Lynsey's is the start of October, mine is mid October (gonna get hammered at the Killie vs Aberdeen game, then do the full Rose Street pub crawl when I get back through), then Jen's is in December. Jo, Jen & I are gonna go on a wee holiday down to Brighton in October or November to celebrate our 21sts together and visit friends. Our friend Twink just moved there and Mark's cousin Mikey lives doon there, so it should be good fun. Only other prospects of a holiday this year is if I can afford to go to Denmark in December and perhaps a little trip down to Southampton to visit friends. After that, I've got Italy in March for the Italy vs Scotland Euro Qualifier. That'll be great fun, holidaying with the Tartan Army. Then I'm off to Mexico in April and I'm moving to Spain in May. Wooohoo! I actually, genuinely cannot wait to move. I'd go now, but my Spanish ain't so great. I'm doing Spanish at college just now, and getting there pretty fast, so it's all getting very exciting!

I said I was gonna leave the country and not return permanently until Scotland is free, but I'm kinda regretting that now, 'cause I know what utter divs a large amount of the Scottish population are. You see, it's the Scottish Parliamentary elections in May next year and the SNP are looking pretty good to take over, at the very least in a coalition (probably with the Greens, perhaps with one of the Socialist parties), especially based on opinion polls released today, which show they've overtaken labour to have the majority in Scotland and most Scottish people are pro indepedence. There are no words to explain how unbelievably happy and excited this makes me. So, the upshot is, if SNP come into power in Scotland, they will hold an Independence referendum within 100 days and if the majority of Scots vote yes, we get freedom from the union! It'll only have been 300 bloody years since that fucking thing was signed, but I won't get started on that... The thing I'm worried about is people bottling it come referendum time, which I really (sadly) think they will. The good thing is the apathetic fools who stay at home and don't vote are most likely labour or lib dem, and those who truly believe in Independence do turn out to vote. I'm not gonna hold my breath anyway, 'cause I can't bear the disappointment. I can only cross my fingers, do a bit of campaigning and wait for the result.

Anyway, I ranted on a bit there, best be getting to my bed.

Hasta luego amigos!

Once again, I've left it too long between blogs and I've forgotten what I've been upto. I'm really pretty useless at this. I don't think I've actually been upto much, so that may have something to do with it. I've just been going World Cup daft and either spending the night in the pub watching the fitba or sitting at home (when I'm poor) watching it. Besides that I can only remember last weekend, when I went to the Highland Show at Ingliston (which was ace and now I want a pet goat) and got really steaming at Jenny's. It was tres bizarre 'cause I dinnae think Jo, Jen & I have been together since the start of April. That's just craziness. I've missed our girlie nights together.
This weekend should be coolio though. Pay day tomorrow, thus a massive piss up is in order. Think we're gonna go to the Liquid Rooms, which I have mixed feelings about. I like going out there, 'cause I generally have fun and a wee dance or two, but I also don't like it 'cause it's obscenely expensive for drink, I hate practically every band they play and there are no hot men. None. This brings me on to another thing that's been bothering me of late: where have all the hot men gone? I'm not kidding, I cannot remember the last time I saw a good looking guy. I remember when there used to be plenty (well a few, but enough for me), and now there are none. I dunno if it's just Edinburgh or if the whole world's suffering from the same problem. Well, obviously Mexico won't be. Ah, Mexican men... I need to pull a Mexican guy again. That is my mission for the weekend. Plan! I may need to pop into El Barrio for some cocktails before I go to the Liquid Rooms. This is all mildly depressing, and I know the chances of meeting another amazingly good looking, hottest man I ever saw, generally unbelievable Mexican guy in Edinburgh are slim, but I guess it ain't long 'til the festival starts and that's the best time of year here. Ooooooh, I cannae wait! I forget the inconvience of it all 'til it happens... Hmmm.
So, other stuff I'm looking forward to is going off to Spain a week on Tuesday for a wee jolly and going to Amsterdam in August for another wee jolly. Wahey! I love holidays.

Once again I havnae written for aeons. I guess I’ve been too busy and/or too pissed off to be arsed.
God, so much has happened since I last wrote and I’ve forgotten most of it. I really need to stop doing that.
The John situation righted itself ever so briefly, then went horribly wrong. It was pretty rubbish, but I guess that’s just ‘cause I’ve never been dumped or anything remotely like it before, and I now understand it isn’t a very nice feeling. I was amused to learn my friends and family thought it was about time I got dumped and were glad. Nice. I suppose I really did have it coming. Karma and all that. I’ve never been a great girlfriend/friend who is a girl/whatever in any sort of relationship. Mind you, I’m a perfect girlfriend on the surface, and most of the time they don’t know what I’m upto really, so the way I see it John was just a total jackass for no real reason. I heard he’d got back with his ex (ha ha!) so I hope he’s very happy. Mind you, about a week after I found that out, he was sat on the bench outside my flat busking. Like right outside my front door! What a fucking cheek! I was absolutely bealing. Why the hell would someone behave like that? There is no answer, except for the fact he’s clearly a total weirdo. Anyway, that annoyed me a bit, but now it’s mostly just funny.
I’ve had a fair few silly weekends since I last wrote too. Mostly Mel & I getting upto shenanigans. Cup final day was good fun. We went upto Footlights to watch the game and got absolutely smashed. It was a brilliant, brilliant day. I ended up stoating home without my keys and thankfully the kind Polish men downstairs heard me and took me into theirs. They were very nice. I havnae actually spoken to any of my neighbours, so it was nice to get to know them. I was just doing my bit for community relations y’see. What else… Em, a couple of weeks ago it was Laura’s birthday, so after karaoke at the Office, we went along to Faith (I’ve never been before and it really ain’t my thing), met some nice American guys and Mel & I took them back to ours, so we could party on ‘til the wee, small hours. I got chatting to a Canadian on the way back and he came up too and they all ended up having a big political argument. It was getting really heated, but was still amusing for Mel & I. Americans are totally crazed likes. So we ended up sitting up drinking and arguing ‘til about 7, then they had to go (they were only over for the weekend and had to fly back to Michigan that day – how stupid).
Last weekend we were down in Milton Keynes for Monsters Of Rock. We got the bus down (8 hours of hell) on the Friday and ended up lost in MK for 2 hours before we found our hotel. Who the hell planned that place? Some sort of lunatic methinks. It’s all roundabouts and dual carriageways. It musta been planned by the same person as Livingston, ‘cause it’s the same only much, much bigger. So we got lost and annoyed, then got on a bus and had a lovely Scottish bus driver (who wasn’t Bobby, although still very nice) who felt sorry for us looking so pathetic. Did I mention it was roasting, the midges were out in force and we desperately needed the toilet? Got to the hotel, went to the bar, felt suicidal because of the people who use that as their local (slash, slash), went to our room and fell asleep. All in all, not a great first day. Saturday was super duper amazing though. It was definitely the best gig I’ve ever been to, if not the best day of my life so far. Can you believe a gig’s actually overtaken Hielan’man’s & Gimle?! Crazy. Deep Purple were absolutely on fire though. Definitely the best I’ve ever seen ‘em. And they played Fireball! I’ve never seen them play Fireball before, I was totally blown away. Anyway, I’m getting a bit ahead of myself here… First on were Roadstar and I must admit, I didn’t pay them much attention. We were busy getting settled and setting up camp Scotland with some guys in kilts fae Peebles and guys in Saltires fae Livi that we met. Queensryche were next up and were pretty rubbish actually. I was really looking forward to them, but they werenae much cop. Apparently they had a lot of sound trouble, so that may explain it. The Nuge was next up and what can I say? He was everything I expected and then some. Rude, ignorant, massively offensive, but really freakin’ good. He suffered a few sound problems as well, but when he threatened to skin the sound guy and wear him as a dress, it all got sorted out fairly quickly. Thunder were next on and, once again, I paid them little attention. I’ve seen them a couple of times before and don’t really like them much, less so live. They were so so, just what I’d expect really, but not worth raving about. In contrast, however, Journey were phenomenal. I wasn’t expecting them to be so good. They were really, really fucking brilliant. Totally got the crowd going and sounded tip top. I am now officially obsessed with them. Everyone I spoke to agreed (except one guy on the bus home). They really were too good. Alice Cooper was next. Now don’t shoot me, but I ain’t a massive AC fan. Jo, Jenny & Johnny all love him and, don’t get me wrong, I like him, but I’ve just never liked him enough to bother paying for a ticket to see him. So it certainly was good to catch him. Mel & I were fairly, nay, very wasted whilst he was on, so we just lay on the slope, singing along and giggling like loons the whole time. It was ace! I managed to compose myself just enough to run to the front for Purps. The second they burst in with Hush, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Then Strange Kind Of Woman, then every song a classic. I think they only played one new number and it was brilliant as well. Ah, good times, eh? I really was the happiest I think I’ve ever been at that moment in time. Got back to the hotel eventually, took some abuse from some English wankers at the bar, went to bed, spent 8 hours on the bus home, befriended some really sound massive KISS fans from Dunfermline and Leith, got home, went to the pub, got smashed and so it goes on…
Last night we got accosted by a group of Geordies up for a stag night. Oh, the joys of living on Rose Street! Actually, I absolutely love where I live, but unfortunately, I think we’ll be moving hoose again in September when our lease runs out. Our letting agency are just total idiots and have caused us nothing but grief since we moved in. We still don’t have kitchen lights, a microwave, a hoover and Mel’s bedroom ceiling still looks like it’s about to collapse. They are truly useless, so I think we’ll be looking for somewhere else. Hopefully Stockbridge ‘cause I’ve always wanted to live there. It’s such a beautiful part of the toon. Mind you, it will be some uphill walk to work everyday, but probably worth it.
I’ve rambled on a bit there, but I think the gist of it is: Men are arseholes, Americans are crazy but fun to party with, Journey are amazing, Deep Purple are the best thing since time began & I wish I lived in Stockbridge.
I’m gonna try not to leave it that long again ‘til I write, ‘cause it was fairly tricky to remember that stuff. And I didn’t even get a chance to start rambling on about football… Cannae wait to finish work today and head to the pub for the start of a summer of blissful football watching. Wooooooohoo!

I havnae written for a while again. So much has happened, it’s hard to remember it all. Things have been a bit crazy. I was seeing this lovely guy John who made me extremely happy. Things have kinda gone downhill there though. I’d been seeing him for a wee while, then last Thursday I was through in Glasgow for a gig and realised I wished I was back at home with him and I really wanted to be with him. So I headed home on Friday and he came up to mine and we had a lovely night. He really made me so happy and I spent all my time with him smiling or laughing. He went off to work on Saturday, then I spoke to him on Sunday evening and he was gonna come round mine after 5 asides that night. Only he didn’t and I haven’t heard from him since. I feel like I’m going crazy. Okay, it’s only been 5 days, but still… I miss him. I just don’t understand why he’s behaving so weirdly. We had such a great time together. Slightly heartbroken about the whole situation. I just wish he’d talk to me. I know I prattled on about not wanting a boyfriend etc, and I really meant it, but then I met John and he was just so different and lovely. God, I miss him :(
Anyway, besides that (I’m gonna save most of the woe is me, why doesn’t he want me? stuff for Jo, Jen & Mel’s consumption – and there’s plenty of it) I haven’t really been upto too much. Been to a few gigs, watched a few football matches. The usual. Was at Hearts Vs Killie on Saturday and what a travesty that was. John’s a Hearts supporter so took great delight in slagging me for it. He hates Killie. It was quite funny…
Um, quite distressed at the prospect of Killie having no money to spend this summer and also the prospect of West Brom going down. It’s looking increasingly likely… If they could just beat Newcastle at the weekend, it’d be a massive boost. ‘Mon the Baggies!
So, I just realised how pathetic this blog sounds. Well I guess I am pathetic. Just feeling miserable about everything at the moment. :(

Sooo, I’ve had another mighty fun week to myself. Did the usual pub stuff last week. On Friday I went to Gordon’s gig at Whistle Binkies and had an ace night. Went straight to my local, Scott’s, after work on Friday and met Mel there for one or two… Ended up drunkenly burning tea and having to eat it off paper plates due to a combination of no clean dishes and sheer laziness. I don’t suppose it would’ve tasted any better off of proper plates. Headed along to Binkies and got even more drunk. All the crew were there and some folks I ain’t seen for a while, so that was nice. The only people missing were Jo & Johnny which was a bit rubbish. I feel like I haven’t seen Jo for aaaaages. John came down to Binkies after work, so after the gig, we headed back to his where there was an ace St. Patrick’s day party on the bounce. I do love a good house party. I’d almost forgotten how much until recently.
Got home eventually at about 6 on Saturday night, feeling slightly worse for wear but nothing too unbearable. So I just sat in being a sad act, watching movies, drinking wine and eating a chippy. Saved me having to wash dishes.
Went out to Ma & Pa’s for a proper feed on Sunday, which was amaaaaaazing. Definitely one of the best things to happen to me in a long time. Then went out to the Bull with Ma, Pa, Linda, Mark & Jenny. Did rubbish at the quiz, but had fun nonetheless.
John came round to mine on Monday looking absolutely awful. He’d fallen over on Sunday (or so he thinks, he can’t actually remember) and his right eye is all cut – quite deeply, bruised & swollen. He looked terrible. So I made hime feel better by dragging him out to the pub, despite him vowing not to drink for a week. I’m sure he did feel much better though. I’m a great nurse, really. I looked after him well methinks.
Last night, went out to the pub quiz which Bry was doing whilst Jac’s on holiday. He did very well, even if we didn’t win. I don’t know how many pub quizzes I have to lose in one week. After the quiz, John decided he’d rather go home and eat chicken goujons than come back to mine. Can you believe it?! Rejected in favour of frozen chicken pieces… Great. So he’ll be getting the cold treatment when I see him on Saturday… Maybe. I’m really looking forward to Saturday though. John, J & Jaime’s band are playing at The Office and it should be muchos fun. Jo & Jen are coming and it feels like the three of us ain’t been together for aaaages. Well, we haven’t since my flatwarming, but we didn’t really get a chance to talk that night, so it’s gonna be sweeeeet to see ‘em together again. And that’s about all I have planned for this week… Must find more things to be doing with myself.

Let’s see what I’ve been upto since last time I wrote… Hmm. I’ve had a moderately drunk week, but unfortunately I’m horribly skint, so just sat in drinking wine & watching DVDs most of the time. That’s possibly quite sad, but it makes me happy. Friday night, Mel kindly took me out to the pub to meet J after work. Then Mel, J, John and I sat in drinking beer watching KISS DVDs, which was great fun… Perhaps the perfect way to spend a Friday night; drunk with KISS.
Saturday night was le grande flatwarming and I have to say, Mel & I do throw a rather amazing party likes. I don’t remember too much after about 1 o’clock, but I’m sure it was fun. I did my taking a cocktail of any drugs I can get my hands on bit and, although this has been known to end in disaster in the past, I think it went quite well this time round. Perhaps the addition of eating grubs soaked in mezcal to the routine worked for me? I must bear that in mind in future.
I woke up yesterday thinking I was gonna die if I didn’t have a lamb curry within an hour. Turns out I was just being dramatic, ‘cause I went out to Ma & Pa’s for dinner and it wasn’t lamb curry and I’m still here to tell the tale. Stayed out at the folks’ last night and still haven’t faced the tidying of the flat. Oh god.
So tonight I will be mostly working ‘til 7, going home & hoping Mel’s tidied up, then probably opening a bottle of wine and watching some DVDs. Oooh and eating popcorn for dinner. Maybe nachos too… Sounds like a plan!
Tomorrow, pub quiz; Wednesday, DVDs & wine; Thursday, pub; Friday, Gordon’s gig, Saturday, fitba; Sunday, pub quiz. Good stuff.
Other stuff on my mind at the moment… Looking forward to Twin Zero gigs North of the border in April. I cannae wait. Unfortunately Peep Show are playing Edinburgh the same night as Twin Zero, so I have decisions to be making. I’m gonna see Twin Zero for some good, justifiable reasons… Like… there’ll always be more chances to see Peep Show, Twin Zero are playing Cabaret Voltaire, Peep Show are playing the Studios and I much, much, much prefer Cabaret Voltaire… And there’s probably some other reasons, but I think I’ve justified it…
Also looking forward to seeing The Electric Ghosts playing at The Office, ‘cause there’s never been a gig there before and it should be a good, fun, drunken night. God, I haven’t been at nearly enough gigs recently. I think, if I can be arsed, I might drag myself down to Whistle Binkies tonight and see who’s on. Oh no, Monday’s open mic night and I’m definitely in the mood for some rockin’, not chilled out acoustic stuff. Perhaps Bannerman’s will have someone good on. But that costs money. Argh! Decisions… I’m sure I’ll find something to do.
In the meantime, I should probably do some actual work, seeing as I start my new job on Wednesday & I have skreeds of stuff to clear before then. Oops.

I've decided to start keeping my blog over here 'cause I no longer have the internet at home and stupid government secure internet won't let me access myspace at work. I'll still go onto myspace when I can, but for now my daily ramblings will be found here. When I get a chance, I'll move all my old blogs over here too.
So the move went really well. I got everything done in a few hours on Monday and then kinda regretted taking Tuesday off 'cause I just sat in on my own all day. I have to say, my bedroom's looking swell although my stupid red fairy lights went and broke on me. I may have to go through every bulb tonight. Not that I can be bothered with that sort of effort at all. For the first time ever all my clothes are actually hanging up in my wardrobe or in their proper drawers. Amazing! I'm quite enjoying that level of organisation. I never realised before how many stripey & zebra print clothes I have. I think I could dress everyone who's ever been in Sack Trick from my wardrobe. The only rubbish thing about the flat is the stairs are an absolute nightmare. We're on the second floor and as it's such an old building (I think it was built around the 1790s and is listed), the stairs are that rubbish way all old stairs in Edinburgh are. They're totally uneven and slope downwards and are all different sizes. To make matters worse, the stair lights don't work and it's pitch black at night. Considering these old stairs were designed so that people couldn't get up them at night - as a sort of booby trap thing - they're pretty freakin' lethal, especially when you've got a few drinks in you. And they're made of solid concrete, so a fall down them would most probably kill you. Fun! Just another little challenge for me in day to day life: avoiding death.
I had Jo, Jen & Stu 'round on Monday night to see my gaff. I'm so proud of my lovely little flat. We sat up 'til the wee small hours drinking, smoking and talking guff.
I spent Tuesday arsing about rearranging the living room, buying stuff that went out of date in Sainsbury's and having a couple of pints at the pub downstairs. I had Mel's dinner ready for her coming in for work. How freakin' domesticated am I? Then Ma & Pa came round for coffee and doughnuts before Mel & I headed down to Oliver's to watch the football before the pub quiz. After the quiz, everyone piled back to Chez Sharp and we sat up 'til stupid o'clock getting really drunk & stoned. Oops. I had to get up for work yesterday and thought I was gonna die. Ended up finishing early and going straight home to bed for several hours until Ma & Mel came in and woke me up to take me out for dinner which was goooood. Then I got home to find a fire engine outside the flat and was terrified my lovely little hoose had burnt down, but all was well. Probably just an alarm going off over the road at Dirty Dick's and them having to respond. Phew.
So besides all that house moving, not much else on the go at the moment. Got my flatwarming on Saturday night and nowt else really. Too skint to do much this month. Bring on April!