Wearing a hangover like a hat
Hello everybody! I am now without an occupation but with a degree (2.1 - that's right. I'm number ONE among the number twos), so that's okay. I've got a CV written and a few jobs that I'm intending to apply for tomorrow, but that was true yesterday, so who the hell knows?
I'm a bit drunk on fine whisky, which has been true every night that I've been home so far, and it's entirely my fault for skipping through the duty free.
I visited the duty free shortly after I visited America.
I visited America shortly after I came home.
I came home shortly after my exams were finished.
Things happened quickly, and for somebody slow on the uptake and the dropdown, like me, things happened even quicker.
Things I'm doing: scanning for jobs; meeting up with friends; writing a couple of new stories.
Things I'm not doing: actually applying for jobs; having a girlfriend; makin' any sort of headway.
The main story that I'm working on is thematically about human perception, but plotted around a boy who has synaesthesia. I'm trying to write it detached and satirically, and hopefully that will work, since I'm a detached, satirical person. I just have to stop grinning like a goofball.
'Goofball' is an Americanism, but I kind of like it, so that's okay.
'I could care less' is an Americanism, and I hate it, so it isn't okay.
Neither of the above make sense, but it's only okay for one of them not to do so, and I hope you agree.
America was hot and housed fewer fat people than I expected, but more fat people than should be expected to exist, purely in medical terms. I stayed with Claire, and that was great, bummed around alone for a bit, which was either fun or lonely, then stayed with my friend Vicki, which was great, then came home. I have photographs to prove it, but and maybe I'll invest in a Photobucket account to prove my proof.
The future, for me, is right now, right around the corner, right above my head, but I'm still pretending that it's just soon, down the road and somewhere in the clouds.
I expect that everything is going to crash into me very soon.
I'm drunk, and this is bitty. And that's how I like it.
I'm a bit drunk on fine whisky, which has been true every night that I've been home so far, and it's entirely my fault for skipping through the duty free.
I visited the duty free shortly after I visited America.
I visited America shortly after I came home.
I came home shortly after my exams were finished.
Things happened quickly, and for somebody slow on the uptake and the dropdown, like me, things happened even quicker.
Things I'm doing: scanning for jobs; meeting up with friends; writing a couple of new stories.
Things I'm not doing: actually applying for jobs; having a girlfriend; makin' any sort of headway.
The main story that I'm working on is thematically about human perception, but plotted around a boy who has synaesthesia. I'm trying to write it detached and satirically, and hopefully that will work, since I'm a detached, satirical person. I just have to stop grinning like a goofball.
'Goofball' is an Americanism, but I kind of like it, so that's okay.
'I could care less' is an Americanism, and I hate it, so it isn't okay.
Neither of the above make sense, but it's only okay for one of them not to do so, and I hope you agree.
America was hot and housed fewer fat people than I expected, but more fat people than should be expected to exist, purely in medical terms. I stayed with Claire, and that was great, bummed around alone for a bit, which was either fun or lonely, then stayed with my friend Vicki, which was great, then came home. I have photographs to prove it, but and maybe I'll invest in a Photobucket account to prove my proof.
The future, for me, is right now, right around the corner, right above my head, but I'm still pretending that it's just soon, down the road and somewhere in the clouds.
I expect that everything is going to crash into me very soon.
I'm drunk, and this is bitty. And that's how I like it.