Consciousness sucks. I had this great dream where i was back in school, in my geography class. We were all to be put into groups to do stuff, and the teacher was the one to decide who went where. People got given praise depending on how they were acting. Anyway it came to me and she says that the next one for the group would be the person who has grown stronger since his school days, and then says my name. Seriously, what is up with the subconscious world that it has to be so much better than the real one?
Anyway the day drags along, nothing too bad happens. Then my brother decides to turn up, asks for a favour and i tell him i cant do it because i've got no idea how to do it plus i dont want to feel like crap for days after (he has computer problems i can't solve and wants me to spend some time in a cat piss ridden flat when i'm still allergic to cats). He pretty much ignores such mutterings and then takes the piss, as does my mum. I'm split between wanting to shout in their faces, wanting to put my fist through a wall or wanting to get a job and move out as soon as possible. Would it be such a bad thing to put this desire to get out of here in a covering letter to possible employers? Probably.
In other ponderings, it has been a while since i chucked up some music so right click, select to download and rename the extension to mp3. And i've updated my googlepages home page with gadgets.
Clicky.