#One Vision#

Man, I'm furious. Went to see 'The Incredibles' again. And what a furiously fun-filled fantastic affair. But the trailers. Oh, the trailers. Since the film was a U, the trailers had to be 'U' themselves. Firstly, I was annoyed at the fact that 'U' means 'for children', which is silly thing itself. What about the classics? Citizen Kane? It's a Wonderful Life? They were 'U'. But what I'm more annoyed about is this overuse of CG.

I'm not blaming Pixar, since they've been at the game for 20 years, so they've done no bandwagon jumping. I mean 'Robots', 'The Polar Express', the dreadful remake of 'The Magic Roundabout' and 'some shitty Zebra film'. All using CG to make a quick buck. What a load of utter shambles. Where's the love? The 2D animation? Only widely accepted in Japan, which is a bastard. Bastard companies need a good bitch slapping.

What do you mean, "Out of windows?"

Bored. Bibbidy bored. I won't do education on Saturday, I can never get it right. That's why I need a job. But unfortunately, my choices are limited due to the fact that I need an 'easy' job due to my condition (one which barely involves stress, pretty much - any of that I'll be 'rushing off'). Like a library job or something. Unfortunately, my visit to the job centre was pretty useless, really. When I asked about special requirements for jobs, the woman barely paid attention and said 'yeah' a lot. She said 'where would you like to work?' and I said 'anywhere that fits my description'. She didn't actually realise anything, I think. To help these boring times along, I have a beard, but not:

Bubble and Squeak don't Speak

Yeah, I know what's going to happen. It will be the maddest rush ever next year for me; solidly concentrating on my work and studies, little time for anything else and still hopefully ending up with a 1st. Psh. As if.

But enough with that. I wonder what I will be doing this time next year? I'll have hopefully made decent tracks with this degree, so hopefully I can get a job which will pay off the debt. What jobs t'get, though? Cleaner, probably.

Lack!

No money! Fees to be paid! Still waiting for bloody student loan! I sent the form off on the 28th September, so where's the cash, flash? Bastards. I'm so skint. I need to see the Beastie Boys! And getting a job is a little difficult in my position, sadly.

Typing with a thimble is tough stuff

Yes, it is. You try it.

Anyway, the future. What to do? For the next two years, I'd probably be best getting a two-year contract in the public sector since it would be likely to only want to employ someone for a short period of time, which suits me down to some ground. With the money I could finally pay off my loan, which will probably see me paying back about £7,000 instead of the £5,500 I've probably borrowed in total.

Of course, it's usually easier to get a job whilst you have another one. Guess it might be 'back to the fairground' for me. Ah...fucknuts.

The Conclusion to the Problem: They died

I can't believe I never mentioned this, but there was always this young, large woman who always came to the fair and went on the same 4 rides for many, many consecutive rides on the quiet days of the fair. We had suspicion (sp) to believe that she had some mental difficulties or something, but she never did anything else than come to the fair and she was always wearing nice clothes. "How the hell does she afford it?" Many of us were thinking. She couldn't afford it. At all.

It turns out that she was taking her parents money. She has asperger's disease and had/has (I don't know if still true) a fixation on spending money. Her parents tried to commit suicide, with the father being successful. So that's how she did it...

Bum Nork Flange

Whilst eagerly awaiting the newest Zombina and the Skeletones album (yes, I am a big fan, even though I've never been to one of their gigs, which seem to happen every 2 weeks in Liverpool), I am sorely lacking in funds. I have £70-ish quid. I need £230 for the 1st o' December otherwise, disaster...where is my loan? Pish.

Army of Me

213 hours. That's quite a lot of music stored on the PC from which I write, being our (Ray's and mine) PC. And I barely know any of it! Blah. Anyway, when going home from t'gym this morn, 'that woman' had to be on the bus. 'That woman' is the epitome of the word 'loser'. She dresses up like a 90s raver, but a mid-40-year old raver. All her colours clash - I'm no king of fashion, but she wears an orange headscarf and a bright blue fleece, the very kind similar to ones we had to wear at the fairground. And orange pants. And big, fuck-off prescription glasses.

But it's not over. She listens to early 90s shitty dance music (I believe she always listens to the same music) on a tape player. And she sits there, bobbing her head to the music. Eeee. She also has a very grotty voice - when a friend was serving at a petrol station, she went in and screamed 'I want some fags!' or something. She's irritating me.

Tangram

Gagh! My leg is killing me. I'm increasing my gym workout to put me to the brink of 'completely worn out' - my exercise consists of about 25 minutes of cardiovascular work (cycling, step machine or rowing machine but NOT THE RUNNING MACHINE since it fucks your legs in the long term) and then about 6 stages of weights. And I plan to do it four times a week. Lummee!

What else? I'm feeling a bit 'non' at the moment. Don't particularly look forward to anything, don't feel like socialising, feel strangely low. Probably 'cause Bush won the election, I don't know...