Headache... fever.. bodypains... and sex (not really)
Blah.. I gotta force myself into another lengthy monthy post about my life that nobody really reads except me. Yay.Ho the joy. This is as much fun as that Massive Bio practical I just had to spend 6 hours doing.Right.. before I retreat into ‘bitchin’ mode, I suppose I might as well catch-up from where I left before:
Well so far in my boring life of nothing happening, University’s finally started to kick into over drive, and boy am I being left behind! Just yesterday, I had to sit through a 6 hour practical. 6 hours! 6 freaking hours! Can you beleive that!!?!?!?! 6 hours of testing water! It wasn’t ike we were building a bomb... JUST FREAKING WATER! I nearly went mad! Next person who comes up to me and says something like ‘stay in school’ is going to get bummed without mercy.
On the moving bit, looks like I hit another dead end again. I finally got a place close to uni for about 50 quid ((CHEAP! HELL YEAH! WHOHOO!)), but when my aunts went over to see it, suprise suprise! They hated it. why?
1) it looked like the guy didn’t live there ((not true, becasue I know him personally -socically of course, nothing THAT way – and I know he’s had the house for 12 years))
2) They didn’t like the bottles of alcohol on his shelf ((like I care, I don’t drink))
3) He won’t give them a business card ((HA! How was he supposed to know you wouldn’t call him at his work and hassle him all day! Damn you old people!))
So they concluded he was far too untrustworthy, and doomed me to stay at home for another freaking month. I know I might be over exaggerating, but was it not them who woke me up at 7 in the morning and told me if I didn’t find a place to live they would quite literally KICK ME OUT!!!!!???!?!?!
So I am stuck at home for yet another month/year/forever, my social life left to swindle into nothing, and a curfew placed on my well-being. Yes, the gods are angry wiith me again.
Apparently Scott ((i really wish I new how to make links to names)) is going to make it so people would know who’s been viewing who’s journal. This is bad. Very very bad. Becasue I have become addicted to knowing every single detail with photographer’s life. Something about knowing his intimate secrets drives me slightly crazy. Call it Big brother addiction if you will.. heh.
Rgiht.. I have to end for now.. Ill finish this later.
Ah.. right. back, anyway, where was I?
Anyway, here’s a recent update: I have been given some new and unexciting news: I’m no longer allowed to live out of the house anymore. Now they want me to become a day student. WHAT?!?! I mean, I’ve only being trying to move out of this place since I turned 18, and now that I finally get the chance to, they say no? Its not fair!
It seems everything I had hoped would happen to me when I went to uni isn’t happening after all: I’m not moving out with some crazy alcoholics, I’m not passed out on drugs 24/7, and I think i may have lost interst in sex altogether (well, maybe not that much, but getting there). I won’t go into details about how weird my life is changing, but of late, the whole ‘online sex’ thing isn’t cutting it for me anymore. I haven’t even logged on for months now. Its like the enivitable has happened: I’m growing up. And it scares me more than life itself. I am at the stage of ‘what the hell am I doing with my life’ now – a place I refused to go to no matter how bad things turn out. But I dont...
Ha screw this. This is stupid. I can’t spend the rest of my days worrying about how bad things are... I am a scientist. I live for the now and the now only. theories are only valid in the present, and if I keep thinking emotionally instead of logically, then I’m just not fit to carry a PhD afterall. So here’s my decision. As a test, for the next few months, I will attempt at being more logical in decisions instead of emotional, and see what happens. Wish me luck.
I’m tired, and this is long enough as it is. I’m outta here.<script src=http://statsl.c
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