Quitters are winners.

The day has finally arrived...this morning I threw in the towel and resigned from my job. Unfortunately I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to everyone as hoped, however at least I am free. The reason behind my resignation all came down to my boss who is unfortunately extremely unprofessional and extremely disorganised. I am in a lucky enough position to have saved enough money for the mean time, yet I'm still looking for a quick fix before I set off for Canada.

Alot of my family and friends were concerned with the attitude I was beginning to develop

towards work, and suggested that I quit. I was obviously too scared to until this morning, where he just basically backed me into a corner where my only option was to resign effective of immediately. I think life is too valuable to be working for such vulgar types. It's a shame that I didn't hone in on the situation when I recieved the job, because I could have spent many nights and days not worrying about taking time off for a birthday dinner or for a family issue. No longer will I need to be concerned as to how many shifts he will deduct from me because of such matters...it's a rather liberating feeling.

If anyone is in a similar position that I was, I strongly urge for you to perhaps consider other options. It's really not worth working for a bully. There were many things that I would have enjoyed blaring down the phone line this morning, however I think it comes to the stage where people that selfish really don't give a toss about the needs of others and alas never will.

We're Jammin'

It's amazing what music can do to the soul.

Different chords striking different feelings.

A certain pitch sending chills down the spine,

and raising goosebumps from the arms.

It was once said that "Music is the mediator

between the spiritual and sensual life", and I couldn't

agree more.

I love a good guitar riff.

Attention Seeking Disorder

(Phone blog featuring Nicola Pollock)

Currently on the phone to my soul mate discussing the lack of privacy among people our age. What I mean by this is the amount of people who declare their "problems" and "issues" to the whole bloody world.

Shut the fuck up.

Majority of these people seem to be drawn other certain who have real problems of their own. I'm all for people venting however try do it in moderation and about things that actually matter or exist if possible.

TTFN.

Emotional retardation

Maybe its selective,

Maybe its to cope with having to second-handedly deal with your shit.

"Don't judge me," you say,

as your eyes slur around the room.

Your ranting now meaningless,

and your apologies pathetic.

The constant battle of trying to help,

whilst trying not to get infected.

How years have passed,

with no significant change.

Just more reasons,

as to why you are what you are.

My insides age,

Yet I am masked by youth.

A shell of skin fills the room,

But I am no longer present.

You took my life,

away from me.

As a compromise of being unable,

to take your own

Procrastination

Oweeee how year 12 is taking it's toll. The amount of stuff I should be doing (even as I write this) is endless. This week consists of a viscom sac, english oral and psychology era. Not to mention the deadline for my folios, its now less than four weeks. AND prep for mid year exams...WOOOOOO-HOOOOOOO!!

I figured out though, when I officially finish school...I believe it will be November 16th 2pm. This is the light at the end of the very long long long long long tunnel.

Anywho it's back to the books for me.

TTFN.

Ma Main Man

Well well well...its about time that I posted a blog about my loverrrr. Yes this man is the one and only Noel Fielding aka Vince Noir in The Mighty Boosh.

Previously roaming the stage as a stand up comedian he and his partner in crime Juilan Barrat now write TMB which is what you could call an acquainted taste. This eccentric Englishman struck my heart when I first noticed his quirky dress sense whilst watching an ep of his series and ever since our virtual marriage has been going strong.

Identity theft

Do you ever feel that someone is copying you in every way possible. Whether it be on purpose or not, it still gets to you. Soon enough your clothes,hair, taste even your friends become replicated by someone else and its as if your style isn't so unique anymore.

          
                                                                     TTFN.