On Unemployment: Part 3

LET'S SEE HOW YOUR MISTLETOE HOLDS OUT AGAINST MY T.O.W. MISSILE!

Being unemployed is amazing even if it means I don't have any reliable income. But money is coming from somewhere, and it seems to be working.

All in all a dull day. Finally completed all of my psychology and work for this year. My internet's working as well (it was broken last night), I punched my router in frustration and it actually made it reconnect somehow, I will be more angry when I try to fix things from now on.

It took me half an hour to wrap a present before, I'm in the middle of wrapping the others now and it's taking forever. My PC also won't save any documents so I'm quite happy as I finally have an excuse to get a new one (PC for sale, needs new hard drive, £300 ono). I also face a dilemma, do I claim a bond now or do I claim it in a year's time with another £50 on top of it?

Tomorrow will be fantastic, even though I will be in college for a while.

Quantum of Mediocrity

Quantum of Solace. It's okay, but doesn't make much apparent sense in parts and it's a bit weak really. The fight scenes are good though, and the explosions were nice even if I wasn't sure how they happened. It's not as horrible as Linnstein made it out to be, in fact it was nowhere near as bad as he said it was, but it still wasn't that good. 5/10.

The Christmas ball is on Friday and I can't be arsed. I've got garlic breath too. I have no idea how I am getting there, and it will cost a lot to get back as well. Also Tina hasn't got a picture of Gordon Ramsay looking indifferent so this week is turning into a bit of a nightmare.

The new Glassjaw album is out soon, it's probably going to be sometime in January. Heard a song off it and it's pretty good, a bit haphazard but alright. I also found another song by them called Oxycodone which is fantastic and different to a lot of their songs and actually much better.

On Unemployment Part II: Reckoning

Evening

Past few weeks I've learnt to appreciate just how fucking incredible not having a job is, even without money. I feel healthier, I'm in better shape, I'm less tired and weekends actually mean something to me now! I can finally lie in.

College this week has been somewhat horrible (but actually really good in parts), I need to do my Psychology homework which I could easily do well on, but I'm just not motivated. My room is getting progressively more cluttered. I will tidy it tomorrow.

Speaking of tomorrow it should be fantastic. Going to Manchester in the day with THE ANDYYYYY and Lauren to get Christmas Ball (BALLFEST '08) clothes, and then seeing Quantum of Solace with Tina (BE PREPARED FOR A SCATHING / PRAISING REVIEW).

Kathy's ink blob thing is on my desk right now, I will scan it and it will be the background for this blog for the foreseeable future, if I get my scanner working.

The Asshole Hypnotist

You are in a state of total concentration. You are experiencing nothing but these words, and you are feeling very sleepy and suggestible. Every tiny pain and itch in your body, even ones that you ordinarily would not notice, is amplified tenfold. Take a moment to catalogue all the minor itches in your body. Even if you feel that you have none, imaginary itches will begin to appear. Scratching them will not be satisfying.

You are totally focused on your own discomfort, and on my words. You are now totally under the spell of the Asshole Hypnotist.

You are hyperaware of your eyeballs. Blinking is not automatic anymore, and you must carefully regulate it. Your eyes feel very dry. Blinking is uncomfortable. There is a straining pressure behind your eyes, and there's no way to relieve it.

You have another itch.

Breathing is no longer automatic. You're very aware of the fact that it takes effort to breathe, and you've never been more annoyed by it. It will take you a very long time to forget that breathing is automatic. Imagine how close you are to death-- if you should forget to breathe in your sleep, you will suffocate and die. You will have a very difficult time falling asleep tonight, because you will remember reading this and recall that it takes an annoying amount of effort to breathe. You will have to stay awake tonight just to regulate your breathing so you don't die in your sleep.

One of your teeth are itching (lolheath). It's probably some horrible dental problem. Could be an abscess. You have cancer.

Jolly good day for a lot of reasons, especially one.

Welcome to the Terrordome

Today was one of the most diabolical days I have ever had at college, it was easily in the top 20.
Woke up at half 6 to about 4 inches of snow, thought that it was 'HURR AWESOME HURR' and put on my jumper and coat (coats are an exciting new phenomenon to me as I bought my first one a few weeks ago). SO ANYWAY I got a phonecall from an agitated S. Van Westwood who told me the bus had crashhhfuagbajgbwago long story short I ended up walking down harbour lane in -3.5 degree temperatures with VVesty throwing snowballs at me for about half a fucking hour until I got a lift from Charlotte's friend Danielle (has a warm car).

Then college was despicable.

Bus home was superb, it's in my top 50 bus journeys ever.

Then I got home and it was fucking shite.

But on the upside some good things have happened this week and I haven't expected them at all!

over and out lolsam