Ramblomatic
Whoop whoop. I have a journal? Hilarious! If I had a journal, I'd post in it. OBviously.
Well, I'll give it a go. Hello blogosphere! Since I last spoke to you, apparently you have been sold to the Russians. Neato.
What have I been up to? Well, uni is out forever, the exhibition was a big hit - but no employers hitting me up with job offers, le sigh - and now I have nothing to look forward to but the eternal job-hunt. ROCKIN'. I'm really tired all the time lately, I don't know why. I've been getting a majority of 8-10 hour sleep sessions, but no dice. Maybe I can only live comfortably on five to seven hours, like during uni? It is something to consider. For now I'm just getting on with monotony, woo. Work, drawing sporadically, being bored, wishing I had more money. Working again. And again. Hating Laura at work. The usual.
I am slowly getting the increasing urge to move out hardcore. I want to live on my own so bad. Well, not on my OWN, but outside of my family home. This is why I must get a Real Job. Yes. Then G-Mel and I can move out and create the FUCK-Shack. This is what our first house will be called, but it must be pronounced with a long F. Hilarity! The neighbours would not approve of a door plaque with this on it.
Also, it's my birthday this Thursday! PRAISE ME. I will be turning 20. This is an amazing achievement. Just having a few folks round for drinks, is the plan. The city is expensive and dumb and I left it too late to organise a real party. So, that's all. I'll save my energy and planning for my 21st next year. Ideas required, yess.
Hmm, what else. I want it to be winter again! I have a nice jacket I bought for cheap at Harbour Town due to the change of season and now I want to wear it. It is PRETTY but also hot.
I think Rhiann's influence is ruining my ability to type without capslock and sentence fragments.
Other than that, I dunno. Tired! Bedtime maybe. Talk to you later, intertron.
Well, I'll give it a go. Hello blogosphere! Since I last spoke to you, apparently you have been sold to the Russians. Neato.
What have I been up to? Well, uni is out forever, the exhibition was a big hit - but no employers hitting me up with job offers, le sigh - and now I have nothing to look forward to but the eternal job-hunt. ROCKIN'. I'm really tired all the time lately, I don't know why. I've been getting a majority of 8-10 hour sleep sessions, but no dice. Maybe I can only live comfortably on five to seven hours, like during uni? It is something to consider. For now I'm just getting on with monotony, woo. Work, drawing sporadically, being bored, wishing I had more money. Working again. And again. Hating Laura at work. The usual.
I am slowly getting the increasing urge to move out hardcore. I want to live on my own so bad. Well, not on my OWN, but outside of my family home. This is why I must get a Real Job. Yes. Then G-Mel and I can move out and create the FUCK-Shack. This is what our first house will be called, but it must be pronounced with a long F. Hilarity! The neighbours would not approve of a door plaque with this on it.
Also, it's my birthday this Thursday! PRAISE ME. I will be turning 20. This is an amazing achievement. Just having a few folks round for drinks, is the plan. The city is expensive and dumb and I left it too late to organise a real party. So, that's all. I'll save my energy and planning for my 21st next year. Ideas required, yess.
Hmm, what else. I want it to be winter again! I have a nice jacket I bought for cheap at Harbour Town due to the change of season and now I want to wear it. It is PRETTY but also hot.
I think Rhiann's influence is ruining my ability to type without capslock and sentence fragments.
Other than that, I dunno. Tired! Bedtime maybe. Talk to you later, intertron.