Why is it that the Internet always goes on the fritz when I'm trying to do a last minute application form for a job I don't really want? For fuck's sake, Internet ( Read more... )

Aw man! The kung fu teacher I used to go to doesn't live here anymore, so there's no more classes and the private lessons are £30 a pop! Fuckin' hell. Maybe if I wasn't so poor. Dude, I'm so disappointed. Like really disappointed. That was the thing I was most looking forward to when I moved back home since I couldn't get a good class in Liverpool ( Read more... )

Okay. So I drag my ass to the studio so I can record the homework for tomorrow. As if it's not enough that it's raining and my mom, for some inexplicable reason, took my "cool sound" home with her without asking me if I was done with it (otherwise, I've just lost it somewhere in my room, and how is that possible?) and there was some guy walking ( Read more... )

*groans* I'm not getting sick, am I?

Just what I need. And I was fully planning on getting a full day of cramming in today. Boo.

The blue Panadols are the weak ones, aren't they? I don't know why Spar doesn't stock the strong stuff. Wussy British medicine never makes a dent on me.

How pleasant it is to wander down to the tech lab four days before a coursework deadline and say to oneself, "hey, I'll just finish this protools stuff now so I can focus on practicing for that stupid exam on Thursday and start my Indie Studies coursework and a story for the Writers Guild anthology" only to discover that my trusty data key isn't so ( Read more... )