Saturday, August 12, 2006
Jus' chillin'
Listening to: Dolls 7"(Primal Scream)Man, it's early. I can't remember the last time I saw 8.30am. Oh wait, the day before I was fired. I was in work at the very time. Let's not go into that, hmm?
Mum and Jack went off to Scotland today, leaving the house in my capable hands. I moved from my Grandmas back 'home' yesterday to get away from Grandma's horrific nagging and guilt tripping. And she's coming over to stay here tonight as she's got the decorators in. For fuck's sake. I move into my folks house to get some personal space, finally, and she fucking follows me. I told her I'd stay overnight at hers. That shit her right up.
Man, I love my records. I may be getting steadily poorer, but fuck, I can't believe I thought selling my records would be the answer. Sure, I'd get cash for them (and for a few of them a fucking lot of cash), but I'd also be unhappy. And, to be fair, I'd probably spend the profits on more records or somesuch. I might sell the original copy of
Revolver (The Beatles) I have acquired, it's worth about £50. Which would probably be the sum total of all of my singles. Fuck it, I will. I'm going into town tomorrow with Laura, she wants to give blood. I'll sell it at Vinyl Exchange or Piccadilly Records or something. They'll want to make a profit on it, but if I offer them £40, we'll see how we go from there. I don't wanna be conned out of it, particularly.
In other news, I've got just about fuck all to do today. I suppose I'll have a wander over to Morrisons', just to get out of the house. On saying that, last time I went there I spent my only remaining cash on a very cheap Rollercoaster Tycoon 2.
Was worth it.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
It's a personality analysis
Based on a hundred and something seemingly random questions about my life, a website came up with this.
Advanced Global Personality Test Results |
It then said this:
Stability results were moderately low which suggests you are worrying, insecure, emotional, and anxious.
Orderliness results were moderately low which suggests you are, at times, overly flexible, improvised, and fun seeking at the expense of reliability, work ethic, and long term accomplishment.
Extraversion results were moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.
Yeah, I'd say that was pretty much on. Some amusing things I picked out though. Apparently, I'm only 90% anti-authority. that's rather unexpected, thought it'd be higher. 24% physically fit, I'd say much less, but hey ho.
And I don't think we should talk about the 50% female cliche rating.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Action Planning
I'm of the belief that an Action Plan should be drawn up, where my life is concerned, to prevent farting around and the like.
I reckon this Action Plan should involve me going to uni on a trial basis, see how I like living down there, see how I like the house, the 2nd year work, the fact that I'm now doing a different subject to both of my friends, see how my living with two other humans works out. The Cos is not built for human interraction unless he is forced to interract with humans.
I think that a period of three months should be an adequate trial. In fact, let's make it the first semester. If things aren't great, and I'm talking mainly money here, then the plan is to leave full time education and get me a job. There are a few options available, but the one I'm thinking of involves me staying in Worcester (it's not Manchester by a fucking long shot but it is independence and my own place, and all the freedoms associated with) in the house (I've signed a year contract, might as well live it out), with a full time job, but still studying for university part time. I might have a word with my personal tutor when I get back, talk about my options realistically.
I don't know why, but this shit kept me awake until about quarter to four last night, and yet I'm feeling pretty positive about things today. Well, not positive, perhaps, but certainly more proactive. Moping about and whining is going to get me nowhere.
Action Plan Step One: I need to find me a (until further notice) part time Worcester job. Better get cracking.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Sundays are complete shite.
Well, got back last night from Mike, Kermit, Tammy and Monsieur Cloth's housewarming party at 3.30 in the ante meridian, and slept until 2.30 post meridian. That's quite a healthy sleep I do reckon. I've woken up this afternoon feeling over contemplative. I still have the same problems as yesterday, but it's weird; you expect them all to go away when you feel quite good. It's like "I'm feeling great, I have no cares in all the land". Then you wake up and realise you're still in the shit.
I've still had no confirmation of any monies to be bestowed to me from my LEA or The Student Loans Co., which I find, for lack of a better word, disconcerting. I would like to know just how much cash I'd be getting for attending university, because if I get less than last year (as would be expected, due to my mum and Jack now living together) then I might as well just stay up here and get a job cause I can't afford to live down in Worcester.
But it's not just money; let's face it, I'm going to have to get a job when I'm down there regardless. If I don't, I will be in deep shit with the banks I owe a lotta overdraft to. Ideally, I'd be able to get a job which would pay me enough to live, so that I could use my student loan to pay off my overdrafts. Unfortunately, a 16-hour a week job ain't going to pay me at least £280, is it? That's my monthly rent, which works out at only slightly more than my rent last year. That's what I'm saying, if I get the same amount of loan, no problemo. If I get less, then there really wouldn't be any point in moving down there.
Hmmm... A lot of thoughts to be had. But right now, over to the mother's for tea. Ha, fucking dinner, I've not even had breakfast yet. Awesome.
