Meh, I hate being the punching bag but I've only got to endure a month or so at it...and if I can't then the month or so will turn into 6 months...hopefully without being a punching bag this time.

Gotta start looking for a job. Gotta start looking for a job. Gotta start looking for a job.

Or of course I could just bugger off to australia for a year or so, and just bum around with friends.

Do I really want to start working? I want a salary. I want to not be poor. I want to not depend on my parent's charity. However boffing 20 year old australian surfers sounds like a very nice hobby.

(it feels as if there should be a picture and the end of this post. I ll probably put one in when I m not on my blackberry.)

Grey ugly weather. I hate it.

Well that's normal but it was so nice to have to worry about the rain, and getting drunk in the middle of the day under the guise of refreshment.

Arg stomach ache as well, this is the stuff that dreams are made of, well dreams in Dallas.

Right, so, my spot.

I don't know if its still there or not, since in my morning 10am haze I can only remember to brush my teeth hydrate and eat. To add to that there is no way that I m going to the toilets at uni since I ve heard the stories.

So my spot, its right on the soft thin fleshy bit under the eye. The spot where I hydrate twice a day to avoid bags and fool my bosses into thinking that I don't go out drinking until the wee hours of the morning.

Now how do I get rid of it. I need it gone by tuesday. Saturday I ve got one of those outdoor hippie festivals and monday its a bank holiday so everything is closed. I m guessing the skin is too thin for my clinique antiblemish and there is no way I m taking a needle to it.

Bloody skin. I spend my teenage years almost blemish free to end up a spotty adult.

Arg I've got a spot under my eye! It's awful! I have to get rid of it!

But first bed, so more on that headline when I get up...

Could we all please agree on one thing:

Grease is either the perfect film, or the worst film in history.

If you were to take the beginning and the end, it is perfect. It's just everything between the two that ruins the film.

Really seeing the middle and nothing else is like eating the cake part of a black forest gateau and nothing else.

I am affected right now by what the french call 'la flemme'.

I can't really be bothered to work. Yeah, good little worker bee aren't I? Its been only a little more than a month.

I can't be bothered to work out. Yeah, you can see that by the little belly I m developing. However my arms and butt seem grateful.

I can't be bothered to see my friends. Yeah, you really want to know be don't you. I ll avoid them in town and ignore their calls.

I m putting in down to a sort of inverse SAD disorder. Does that exist? I hope so since then I ll seem a little less depressed and crazy while avoiding the sun like one of the sparkly undead.