It's against the law

Well, I won't bore anybody with details of my graduation, since it had photo-taking, younger brother failing to turn up-ing, and David McLean as an honourary graduant (although I would have preferred the afternoon guest graduant, Paul O'Grady, to be our guest graduant, purely for the entertainment value his speech *may* have warranted, although I easily would have preferred the guest from Thursday morning, Bill Bryson). Bit tense, but dull, throughout.

BUT here's what caught my eye. It was found in the toilets (and it wasn't floaty and brown either):

It's religious grafitti. It's probably worse than 'HEY IF YOU WANT A GOOD TIME RING BLAH-BLAH NUMBER FOR COCK UP BUTT' because it seemed to be a genuine opinion. In a church. Granted, the church are against this thing, but I just find it a little bizarre. That, and it also had some other mad stuff ("The Devil works in abortion clinics" and some stuff in random latin, Monty Python stylee) so I assumed it was all the stuff of one crazy guy. I thought it could have been a joke, but it's a cathedral, fer Christ's sakes.

Ow!

Burnt my back. Picking weeds. But I made that front yard tidier, I tells ya. But better news! I have a job lined up for me, starting 27th of this month. Doing repetitive tasks at the National Statistics Office. 'Yay'. It's money, that's all I care aboot now.

It blows

No job sux. All I seem to do is carouse the job sites and exercise. Every day. Granted, at this rate I'll be in the best shape of my life (eventually), but without the money to do much else. Boo boys.