French Interview

Ohhhhh god.
Curses. Swear. Insert filthy language here. Curses. Curses.

Today was awful.
I went to Bordeaux for a job interview (to be an English teacher).
This proved harder than I thought. The person giving the interview spoke no English at all. Trying to convey my ideas and teaching methods with a limited French vocabulary (probably more the fact that my grammar is totally shit) was very taxing. I persevered through 25 minutes of speaking French and discussed lesson plans etc. I forgot half of what I had wanted to say and spoke worse French than normal because in the pressure of the moment I was incredibly tongue-tied. The TEFL course I did taught you to teach English by immersing your students in it - not allowing your students to speak anything but English in a lesson. You should only use their mother-tongue as a last resort. I am quite happy with this methodology, understand the principles and the ways the teacher should teach English, but the person interviewing thought it necessary that I should be fluent in French. She asked me if I was currently taking lessons, etc etc. SO after stealing my teaching ideas - which she was very impressed with as they were creative and engaging, unlike the French method of listen and write, she said she would email me, but I bet I don't receive a response. At least I understood everything she said and she understood me. The other English teacher they have is French and the person who was being interviewed after me was also French, but a part of me thinks they should have an English person teaching English - not just for better pronunciation, but I think it's important to learn the idioms of our every day language, our obscure sayings and quirks... "It's raining cats and dogs" "A little bird told me" "A lick and a promise" "I've got an axe to grind..."

hehehe, ah well, nothing ventured nothing gained - a rolling stone gathers no moss.

BLAH BLAH BLAH

Sunday. The end of another week. I can't tell you how immeasurably boring my life has become. I have left my house once (to do food shopping) in the past 17 days. I know I should be making good use of my time, but I have nothing but the stultifying dreariness of the typical repetitive drone to endure on this cycling basis. Where has the randomness gone? Instead I've got this autistic wet-dream of predictable routine and I swear it's destroying my sparks.

I started writing a half-assed screen-play, but I don't think it's that imaginative. I'll finish the first episode then post it to mes copines to attack with witchy brutality.

I think I'm going to go and chew my toe-nails for another season.

CHOW

New Year

I hate new year. Honest.
It's over-rated, the whole cycle of shit to start again and nothing but more acid bile to consider.
I think, why the fuck should I be considering anything? I'm young, I still have loads of time to be an obnoxious little bastard, so what's the point in worrying or even considering anything else?

I did realise, though, as I entered the new year, that this is my fourth decade and that made me feel old.

That wasn't the reason I then spent a few days vomming up my poor guts in bed though. I have a feeling I'm allergic to a certain pain killer, for I have only taken it twice and each time I spent 2 /3 days running a stupidly high fever, going hot-cold, not being able to drink anything, let alone eat anything and spewing up the contents of my insides. It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't get so dizzy I couldn't see. That's the worst bit, I like having a good read when I'm sick. Still, I'll not use those pain killers again in a hurry.

I've decided I am such a lazy bastard that I need some structure, even if it's quite vague to fill my pointless existence. At the moment it has been procrastinate all day followed by a walk the dog. I'm going to aim to fill my days with something a bit more errr 'profitable' (in the self-worth sense at least) and make more of an effort with my French learning and pointedly do a bit of writing... even if it means me sitting staring at the blinking monitor for a few hours every day.

I did apply for three jobs today. Hmmmm, I hate stupid application forms.

Now I'm posting on my blog and listening to Rammstein... this is anything, anything to avoid the fact that I should be writing something worthwhile...  Oh cock.

Toothache

People always say, "ooooh toothache, it's the worst sort of pain..." and I secretly think, you know, what a load of bollocks, because surely like, dropping a chainsaw on your leg has got to be worse than some toothache. Man up! swallow a few paracetomol and get yourself down to the dentist, who, for a small fee, will sort you out.
Unless you're absolutely terrified of the dentist I suppose, then you deserve to be in pain. I actually am absolutely terrified of the evil bastard dentist. I mean, what sort of person becomes a dentist anyway? Sadists with an oral fixation, that's my guess anyway. I have really bad teeth, possibly because I sometimes forget to brush and I like sugary food. I try to scrub my teeth though, go nuts.... using mouth wash and dental floss and brush my teeth for a good 10 minutes, clearly it doesn't make a difference if you chow-down on as much sugar-crap as humanly possible and don't visit the dentist. I hadn't been for 6 years - I had refused treatment when I was 15 and not been back. I was supposed to have a filling then, but as he was about to I found myself unable to let him and ran away. By the time I was back in a dentists chair, 6 years later I needed 6 fillings and a root canal. What an effin' b*****d! to put it politely! Needless to say I was a mess and had more panic-attacks and hyperventilated and couldn't breath as I came out in a clammy cold sweat and wished I was dead! hahahha, it's funny, but it's not even funny. I despise that irrationality. What sort of person becomes a dentist, huh?
Now my wisdom teeth are coming through and it hurts... a lot!
Pile me up with the pain-killers please.

Nothing...

Words aren't really working.

been drawing with me felt-tips, old school!

I forget how hard it is to draw with felt-tips, whatever you do will look rubbish! 

And then I made a puppet... Just bored...

Kick in the arse, how long will it last?

Ok!
Thanks for that kick in the arse JC!
You are, of course, a million times right and I should stop being a lazy Charlie Uniform and get writing, doing, whatever... so after I've eaten all that damn tasty fudge, I should begin... and start writing... good or not it has to be done otherise I might as well be doomed to return to Norwich and get a job at NU! arghhhhhhh!
Might as well sign my own death certificate!

So, I will endeavour to write and post more words to be attacked...

Lets get started...