Listening to Dimension by Wolfmother
You'll never stop me assholes.
I am living a ridiculously sedentary lifestyle en ce moment.
I only got out of bed about five minutes ago, and I spent most of yesterday crashed out.
The problem seems to be that I am phenominally lazy.
So Cambridge interview on Monday. Had a dream about it last night, saved a cat and a dog in a wood and had a house party with my grandparents. (The Cambridge stuff kinda happened around this.)
Have to do a morning blog as I have work from 5:30, bit of a bitch considering I finish college at 4:30. Though shouldn't be too bad - I assume it'll just be some work's staff party.
Our own staff party coming up soon: CHASE & STATUS VIP! Hells yeah.
Attempting to get up to date with news and current affairs means the Newsnight presenter last night was an epic bitch. She kept using bollocky metaphors and grinning like an anus when talking to this woman about her husband dying. She was saying how in a war it's all a lottery who lives and who dies and how "Your husband's number really didn't come up." FUCK OFF YOU SLAG. Though epic bitch row between John Prescott and some Republican.
I really really hate metaphors in the news. Say what you're gonna say and try not to be a cunt about it.
I can't think what else I have to say.
Gonna have some cereal soon I believe, then college.
Exciting.
Now listening to: Where Eagles Have Been by Wolfmother
