Ugh, dude. Ugh.
It's late. I'm preparing myself to go to bed soon. I should be doing some research for college. But I'm not, cause I don't care.
I surf the Net out of sheer reflex action. Maybe I should do something useful, like try and update the old school PCW shows. But right now, I don't care.
It's November the 5th, aka Bonfire Night here in the UK. Lots of fireworks and shit are going off next door, 3 houses down and right across the road, and I don't care.
Tomorrow I've got to go to central London with the Drama class at college to see a modern adaption of Romeo and Juliet. I'll go, but that won't make me care.
I've still got to pick up my paycheck. But I don't care.
Friday and Saturday are not far off, but right now I just don't care.
It's 4 days away from my freaking birthday, and I simply don't care.
You wanna know the reason behind my apathy?
Simple. I'm sick of this.
I'm sick of this routine. I'm sick of work. I'm sick of college. I'm sick of my games. I'm missing everyone who moved to uni. I'm missing all my friends I only see on Friday, possibly Sunday and maybe Wednesday.
If someone approached me last year to say I'd get sick of college, I would have laughed. All it took was a refining of the rules, which deprives you of the ability to sit down without buying something or having to work, but I'm sick of it.
I'm stuck waiting for phone calls when it comes to work. For 5 measely quid an hour. And most of the time, they call me after a hard day at college and expect me to do a shift.
I've completed all my games. The thrill is gone.
I'm missing Matt, Charlotte and Ben more than I ever thought possible. My attempts at softening Claire up are getting fewer and far between, and I have this feeling that some of the guys round the youth club are just waiting for the right time to stab me in the back. It's just one of those feelings I've got. And those who aren't are just being bloody annoying.
As for my turning 19, well, screw it. No-one's giving me anything special this year and I know it. No HCTP, no money, hell there won't even be a 24 pack of Coca-Cola waiting. My extended family is in Maruitius for a three month sabbatical, and because they're the source of about 75% of my birthday money, I'm not getting any richer when Sunday rolls round.
This is why I hate the world. Because it does this to me.
And that's why I wanna die before I get old. To get out of it ASAP.
I surf the Net out of sheer reflex action. Maybe I should do something useful, like try and update the old school PCW shows. But right now, I don't care.
It's November the 5th, aka Bonfire Night here in the UK. Lots of fireworks and shit are going off next door, 3 houses down and right across the road, and I don't care.
Tomorrow I've got to go to central London with the Drama class at college to see a modern adaption of Romeo and Juliet. I'll go, but that won't make me care.
I've still got to pick up my paycheck. But I don't care.
Friday and Saturday are not far off, but right now I just don't care.
It's 4 days away from my freaking birthday, and I simply don't care.
You wanna know the reason behind my apathy?
Simple. I'm sick of this.
I'm sick of this routine. I'm sick of work. I'm sick of college. I'm sick of my games. I'm missing everyone who moved to uni. I'm missing all my friends I only see on Friday, possibly Sunday and maybe Wednesday.
If someone approached me last year to say I'd get sick of college, I would have laughed. All it took was a refining of the rules, which deprives you of the ability to sit down without buying something or having to work, but I'm sick of it.
I'm stuck waiting for phone calls when it comes to work. For 5 measely quid an hour. And most of the time, they call me after a hard day at college and expect me to do a shift.
I've completed all my games. The thrill is gone.
I'm missing Matt, Charlotte and Ben more than I ever thought possible. My attempts at softening Claire up are getting fewer and far between, and I have this feeling that some of the guys round the youth club are just waiting for the right time to stab me in the back. It's just one of those feelings I've got. And those who aren't are just being bloody annoying.
As for my turning 19, well, screw it. No-one's giving me anything special this year and I know it. No HCTP, no money, hell there won't even be a 24 pack of Coca-Cola waiting. My extended family is in Maruitius for a three month sabbatical, and because they're the source of about 75% of my birthday money, I'm not getting any richer when Sunday rolls round.
This is why I hate the world. Because it does this to me.
And that's why I wanna die before I get old. To get out of it ASAP.