Some things I would like to say to the general MySpace populous:
Prettyful is NOT a word. I don’t see why it is necessary to makeup utterly shit words to replace words which are absolutely fine already. Beautiful and pretty are both perfectly good words, get with the programme.
Text speak is utterly unnecessary and makes you seem utterly thick. No-one, no matter how intelligent can use those sorts of words and sound clever. Although it’s unlikely you’d be using them and have any sort of intelligence in the first place. I like to think there are a few people left who value our language. I think I may be sadly mistaken.
Other things that have been going on today are few and far between. My CV is with Jonic currently being redesigned, so I can’t apply for any jobs and I’m trying to conserve my money by avoiding town. Luckily it does mean I get to watch the Chuckle Brothers. Today they’ve been put in charge of a panda for some unfathomable reason.
Is it just me or are the Chuckle Brothers clearly massive racists? I’m not sure why, it’s just a feeling I get.
I’ve nearly finished Zelda though, which is cause for sadness and celebration in equal measures. I’m excited about seeing the ending, which promises to be epic, but also gutted that I won’t be able to play it any more. I do have a lot of other games to be getting on with though, so it’s not all doom and gloom.
It’s very strange to think that the only two people reading my blog are people who I speak to regularly and know all of these things already. Maybe soon I’ll start writing interesting things and my readership will grow.
Paul Chuckle just told a generation of kids that, when confronted by a lion one must look said lion straight in the eyes. Surely that leaves a lot of children open to lion attacks?
That’s just irresponsible.
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I feel a bit wrong today. Last night I went out with my friends. Which doesn’t seem a big deal, but I haven’t seen some of them for months on account of my anxiety attacks, issues and general apathy and shitness.
Anyway, the point of this is that I am so pleased I saw them all again. I love them all to bits and I’ve missed them so much. It also meant I got to go to the Willow for the first time since New Year. It’s the best chinese restaurant slash disco around.
I’m pissed off with myself that I let stupid things stop me from going out. I don’t plan to ever desert them again and I’m very lucky that they didn’t decide not to be friends with my any more.
Last night in my dream:
Chris the jacket potato man was selling ice creams. I had an ice cream with raspberry topping. It was good. I am going to go on a mission to Spar later to see if I can procure some ice cream.
- People who work so hard on being ‘different’ that they forget who they are, or won’t let themselves be who they are for fear of being a bit too normal.
- The fact that MySpace has put an end to being able to tell what a person is like by the company they keep. Everyone looks like a dick on MySpace.
- Stretching your own ears up a couple of sizes hurts like a bastard and reaps no rewards, only pain.
- My hair
That is all for today I think. I dislike most things on most days, but there are always a couple that really get my goat. Incidentally, I would like my goat back at some point.
However, the good news for today is that I have fixed my black glasses (sadly ruined in a my head vs. the wall incident).
Today is a day of uninspiration. I like that word. I just invented it.
Today I spoke to my tutor about leaving uni. She told me my options, I listened, ignored everything she said and made a decision to escape that God-forsaken place as soon as possible. Never to return.
My life plan is as follows:
Get Job - preferably high paying
Save up money for at least 12 months
Go on a spectacular, life changing adventure
Rely on said adventure to shock me into realising what I want to to
Pursue aformentioned unknown as yet career
Happiness ensues.
So there we go. I think it’s a good plan with no room for any sort of problems.