Come Play... With Selling Things.

It was the plan to attempt to flog (and end up donating) most of my stuff and just to keep my cool things (i.e XBOX, TV, GAMECUBE, etc) but without any assistance whatsoever this time I doubt I'll be able to muster the strength to trek all this crap down south, even with assistance from the male parental on the otherside.

So I have finally entered the world of eBaying, I'm starting by selling off the bulkiest of my belongings, and the most worthless, my books, most of which I've read several times and have only really kept them for referencing purposes and to make me look more intelligent and middle-class than I am. I am genuinely really sad to be letting some of these go, especially my hilarious 'horrible histories-esque' style books by the likes of Stephen Clarke and John Farrell, and Ayrton Senna's Biography, which I would always grab when I needed a little inspiration. And possibly one of the most important books I've ever received, 'Who Moved My Cheese' by Dr Spencer Johnson, a book which explores the importance of change and why we need to embrace it, in life and in work, in terms of self-help if you're feeling stuck in a rut with your life I recommend this book to be your new Bible, it definitely changed my perception of the world and my life.

And once again I am on the road to locating some new cheese, I just need to get rid of my baggage first, though with a 10-item limit per month on eBay I sense this shall be a long, laborious process and I'm glad to have begun this now as opposed to my standard strategy of chucking everything out last minute (I threw away a genuinely working laptop once just because I had a new one and didn't know that you could bring them in to CEX to trade, I was fuming when I found out I could have gotten £40 for it considering I was completely skint at the time, as I am all of the time).

Feel free to check out my eBay shop, here's the link: http://www.ebay.co.uk/usr/louise.corkin1991

So yay, here's to getting rid of baggage, and making pennies from it too! : D

Bye xx

Come play with... Thieves.

Well, just your standard evening in Mancunia. You leave the house for one sodding night and your house is broken in to. My lack of organisation in my past has generally plagued my life (see previous posts). Who the fuck would have thought that in my very time of need that my disgusting habits should see though some good fortune in a circumstance which hits those of us who are most unlucky.

I spent a month of my life living in ACTUAL poverty over this item which I am using to type up this blog post. £230 of my hard-earned cash (or 33hrs of my life) all for this little piece of electronic heaven. And to think that it had been stolen, (along with my other laptop which was infinitely better in every way except it was no where near as cute) wrought on to me the pain which only a parent could experience with the loss of a child. Probably.

But no, in the robbers haste they neglected to notice the little white box under my over-flowing washing basket which contained the one true object of my desires.

I'd like to think the moral of this story is that I should live like a squatter forever. Though it is really infeasible since I would like to be able to welcome other people into my space at some point, one day in my life.

On the downside they still stole a laptop worth £400 from my room. It also had Rome: Total War in it. And it shall be mourned appropriately and forever hold a special place in my heart, since this laptop doesn't even have a sodding optical drive.

But, when it comes to the standard view of assessing whether the glass is half full, or half empty. In my situation some cunt knocked a full pint out me hand, but the glass was dead nice so I nicked it anyway.

(It doesn't count as stealing when there's no victim!)

Yeah. Shit happens. Fuck you thieves! (Real ones)

Come play with... A Cluttered Mind.

A cluttered room = a cluttered mind. Henceforth with Immediate effect I shall finally tidy this bitchin' mess which is my life.

In a blog post a few months back I addressed the fact that I had become a hoarder over the past few years and somehow managed to bring a lot of baggage from Newcastle down to Manchester with me, and transport it from various homes since I've been here.

Well as I have spent the past few weeks pondering my future and assessing my life, I have allowed my drastic change in lifestyle get on top of me and has genuinely sent me a little mad and I have managed to hoard a whole host of new shit (WHO NEEDS 4 CANS OF HAIRSPRAY?!).

My nan always used to tell me that she had no idea how the hell I could live in mess (I know, boring as fuq), and Chris used to spend hours sitting in my room amongst the clutter and just be amused by my lack of order in my personal space (wot a weirdo).

Now I see where they were coming from (berrr), I have been putting off addressing my own laziness by constantly being out jaunting on random missions to avoid the bane of my life. Tidying.

To say the past few weeks have been surreal would be a little bit of an over-statement. But it has definitely been an eye opener. I used to waste my life doing stupid shit like taking surveys online and spending many hours on YouTube watching moderately (not even) funny videos.

From there to spending as much time out of the house as possible, ensuring that I should only go home to sleep (if I really HAVE to) has really taken it out of me, and now I'm stuck in a position where I'm constantly over-analysing everything and my mind is about as calm as a cow when it's just clicked on that it's about to be slaughtered.

Therefore I shall finally tidy my fucking room and get some scented candles on the go, I'd have wine but I fear that it's just contributing to be problem (it's really not, I just don't have any in the house and it's fucking freezing outside) so I should give myself a few days grace before I decide to batter my liver once more with hot liquid goodness (mulled wine, you perverts!).

I've also just cut my hair in procrastination (EDGY AZ FUQ) and now have absolutely nothing left to distract me, aside from writing this blog post, which I should draw to a close on that note.

BAI! xx