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May. 13th, 2006 12:35 pmOn the bright side, it's over.
(Anyone who asks me how my exam goes gets a small interprative dance, involvng me running around in a small circle, arms flailing, and then falling to the floor in a stylised honour killing sort of way. It's really quite beautiful. I call it 'fucking gobbets!')
Anyway. The sun is shining and today is Radio 1's One Big Weekend just down the road in Dundee. I didn't get tickets - and heaven knows I tried to bribe people with every short of sexual favours for some and entered every competition - but such is life. I'm going to listen to it, and the great line-up, and do no work whatsoever today,and enjoy it.
I'm off to Tescos in a minute, for some junk food and bottle of wine. I want to go out and eat something really nice, but I am saving money right now for train tickets. The last three weeks of wages total up to £58.80 and that is all the spare money I have in the world. It's going to be put into my account when I hit Cambridge to pay off assorted things, but mostly train tickets so that my account doesn't cry too much.
(It's okay to use my overdraft on the basis that I keep on shouting "I WILL PAY IT OFF AT THE SUMMER WITH MY FABULOUS JOB!" at myself. And really, I'm not that far into debt like other people, so yes. Also, all my food is being paid with the wee Tescos card Grandad sent me with £50 on it, so I'm doing okay thus far.)
Anyway. To Tescos! One down, two to go, but hell, I have Doctor Who and a trip to Cambridge in the middle, so I can pretend that ME1002 and RU1012 DO NOT EXIST.
Right. Resist the urge to go back to bed (I had a horrible dream last night where I woke up and it was 9.10am. I woke up to discover it wasn't even 7 yet, but still) and to Tescos for me.
And soon, it is Doctor Who!
[eta: There is a PRIMARK in DUNDEE and NO ONE TOLD ME?
I a getting a better job. That's it. I need a job with copious amounts of spare cash so I can buy some new clothes for the first time IN A YEAR.]
~Hathy_Col~
(Anyone who asks me how my exam goes gets a small interprative dance, involvng me running around in a small circle, arms flailing, and then falling to the floor in a stylised honour killing sort of way. It's really quite beautiful. I call it 'fucking gobbets!')
Anyway. The sun is shining and today is Radio 1's One Big Weekend just down the road in Dundee. I didn't get tickets - and heaven knows I tried to bribe people with every short of sexual favours for some and entered every competition - but such is life. I'm going to listen to it, and the great line-up, and do no work whatsoever today,and enjoy it.
I'm off to Tescos in a minute, for some junk food and bottle of wine. I want to go out and eat something really nice, but I am saving money right now for train tickets. The last three weeks of wages total up to £58.80 and that is all the spare money I have in the world. It's going to be put into my account when I hit Cambridge to pay off assorted things, but mostly train tickets so that my account doesn't cry too much.
(It's okay to use my overdraft on the basis that I keep on shouting "I WILL PAY IT OFF AT THE SUMMER WITH MY FABULOUS JOB!" at myself. And really, I'm not that far into debt like other people, so yes. Also, all my food is being paid with the wee Tescos card Grandad sent me with £50 on it, so I'm doing okay thus far.)
Anyway. To Tescos! One down, two to go, but hell, I have Doctor Who and a trip to Cambridge in the middle, so I can pretend that ME1002 and RU1012 DO NOT EXIST.
Right. Resist the urge to go back to bed (I had a horrible dream last night where I woke up and it was 9.10am. I woke up to discover it wasn't even 7 yet, but still) and to Tescos for me.
And soon, it is Doctor Who!
[eta: There is a PRIMARK in DUNDEE and NO ONE TOLD ME?
I a getting a better job. That's it. I need a job with copious amounts of spare cash so I can buy some new clothes for the first time IN A YEAR.]
~Hathy_Col~