Well I haven’t had a good night. Well a good few days really. This morning I was awoken 3 times by different phone calls. The first at half past one in the morning by a housemate that is currently away ringing to see where his mobile was then realising that ringing the house phone at uni is not the same as his mobile. The second time was at half past seven in the morning by the local county council phoning to ask me to do a questionnaire about antisocial behaviour in my area.
This day is the Sunday. Sunday the 15th, whereas for a number of years now the 15th has always brought with it some amount of joy and promise, it no longer does so what so ever. I was born on the 15th of August, and some years ago now my parents decided to set up an allowance system (makes up for the years of lacking in pocket money, 10p per year old per week, so when I was 10 I got myself £52 for the entire year).
My star sign told me today: “Someone’s power play could be defining your current circumstances, and there is likely more going on than meets your eye. But your motivations, too, are more complicated than they seem. A bit of self control can help, but this is not an excuse for avoidance. Say what’s on your mind, but do it in a way that has lasting value rather than just being melodramatic.
Dear Diary, Today has thus far been one of those days where it was difficult to get out of bed and promptly wished I never had bothered really. Today after a very slow start, after a very long night where my sleep was interrupted many times by numerous twats coming in and out of the house, I attempted some work. Very shortly afterwards the girlfriend came online. What with my status being online rather than my usual appear offline I thought that I had better make and effort to talk to her, rather than my usual tactic of just pretending like I’m not there.
Well life is several things so we are told. I only agree with one of the common place sayings. Life is hard. Plain and simple. Just when I thought it was about time I got a break, a bit of a let off life comes along and takes another fat bite out of my arse. And supposedly bottling things up is not healthy for us so consider this to be my cleansing of mind, body and soul.
…when I saw the queues on campus this morning I just laughed. Knowing full well that all those “students” will be standing in line for a good 2 hours just to get to the front of the line to get a flimsy piece of plastic, which they will largely never use except to get into the library, so as I say will largely never use. Although this is a fantastic method of separating out the Brits from the foreigners.