Weekend!!!!!!
Wello hello
It is the weekend. Woohoo. Probably the last in a while as I have taken the decision to work saturdays from now on. I need more money damn it. It is sad that the only thing pushing me forwards and keeping me going is money, but hey screw it. Why do I need a social life anyway, I wouldn't do anything interesting with it, so what's the point. At least tomorrow I am going out with my cousins down to the beach, it'll give me some oportunity to do something, even if is to drink myself into unconsciousness, something which I have not done since I left England.
Anyway my parents are now charging me 150 euros a month, as I work. Pfffff...the bastardos, I am their son damn it. Not too worrying though as they owe me 300 hundred euros anyway (that is about 200 pounds for the retards out there).
Apart for that it is with a fair dollop of sadness that I watched the final Mystery science episode, called The Brute Man. The film was mezzdub about some difformed guy going on a murderous rampage, but it was a pretty funny episode, oh well I'll just have to buy some more. I also watched Shawn of the Dead. Again. I can't get enough of the film and repeat viewings are making it better and better.
On a plus note if I work saturdays, I will be getting 330 euros a week. That is over 200 pounds, therefore between 800 and 900 pounds a month!!!!!! At the rate I will be able to buy the G5 powerbook and final cut pro to go with it!!!! Bah money money money, it's all I think of. I have started finally to prepare a script, got character biographies and step outline all written up and it is set where I live. As soon a s I find the willpower I'll start writing it. If I am slowly going to cross out any social life I have I may at least go all the way and lock myself in my room every evening and write. I have the ideas, I just need to find the willpower. Woohoo!
On a side note, the arabe dudes I work with are actually pretty nice and means that I don't feel like shooting myself in the arm every time I wake up to go to work. They are still arabe though. Hahahahahahahahahah. I am soooooo rascist. The boss is kinda annoying, but it is understandable as the house we are fixing up is the one he is gonna live in. The fool. He should never have hired me.
Oh well I am fed up writing and i am sure that you are fed up reading, so I'll continue writing more pointless drivel that no one cares about next time.
Seeya kings of clams and complete and utter turnips
It is the weekend. Woohoo. Probably the last in a while as I have taken the decision to work saturdays from now on. I need more money damn it. It is sad that the only thing pushing me forwards and keeping me going is money, but hey screw it. Why do I need a social life anyway, I wouldn't do anything interesting with it, so what's the point. At least tomorrow I am going out with my cousins down to the beach, it'll give me some oportunity to do something, even if is to drink myself into unconsciousness, something which I have not done since I left England.
Anyway my parents are now charging me 150 euros a month, as I work. Pfffff...the bastardos, I am their son damn it. Not too worrying though as they owe me 300 hundred euros anyway (that is about 200 pounds for the retards out there).
Apart for that it is with a fair dollop of sadness that I watched the final Mystery science episode, called The Brute Man. The film was mezzdub about some difformed guy going on a murderous rampage, but it was a pretty funny episode, oh well I'll just have to buy some more. I also watched Shawn of the Dead. Again. I can't get enough of the film and repeat viewings are making it better and better.
On a plus note if I work saturdays, I will be getting 330 euros a week. That is over 200 pounds, therefore between 800 and 900 pounds a month!!!!!! At the rate I will be able to buy the G5 powerbook and final cut pro to go with it!!!! Bah money money money, it's all I think of. I have started finally to prepare a script, got character biographies and step outline all written up and it is set where I live. As soon a s I find the willpower I'll start writing it. If I am slowly going to cross out any social life I have I may at least go all the way and lock myself in my room every evening and write. I have the ideas, I just need to find the willpower. Woohoo!
On a side note, the arabe dudes I work with are actually pretty nice and means that I don't feel like shooting myself in the arm every time I wake up to go to work. They are still arabe though. Hahahahahahahahahah. I am soooooo rascist. The boss is kinda annoying, but it is understandable as the house we are fixing up is the one he is gonna live in. The fool. He should never have hired me.
Oh well I am fed up writing and i am sure that you are fed up reading, so I'll continue writing more pointless drivel that no one cares about next time.
Seeya kings of clams and complete and utter turnips