Odd week really. I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse...
It's "drifting weather" outside today (when it's so cold that you don't walk, you just drift) and I'm v v tired. Almost fell asleep at work 'cos of 3 and a half hrs sleep last nite. Oh, and a bit of a hangover. And I think I may have been semi-pissed at work too
It's self-inflicted. Went out to Toxic ( Asha and daisy's new club night at the Stoke Sugarmill which was fun. Even managed to lie on the floor to play air guitar to the Manics, heh heh
I wasn't supposed to go out, 'cos I'm drowning in assignments and have been tearing my hair out about it (and my minor financial issues) for 2 weeks. Well, I was. After a rather cathartic meeting with my lecturer yesterday (where I ended up bursting into tears- they must think I'm fucking nuts) I finally found some peace. I've resolved some stuff so I'm a bit happier, but it's still there, ho hum. Anyways I thought bollocks to this and got far more hammered than I should have done, heh heh
Well, back to the writing. The councillor I've been trying to ring for the last 2 days for an interview FINALLY emailed me back, hurrah!
Juice haven't got back to me about the article
, so I'm resubmitting to the Japan Times. Better luck next time I guess.
Dunno why but since I got back to Stoke in September it's as if I woke up and saw the world in colour for the first time. Everything seems brighter and more vibrant than usual, and that includes the good and the bad. My emotions feel that much stronger: I've been both elated and depressed in the last month. It sounds odd, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I really feel like i'm living.
Take care y'all, don't let stuff get you down too much.
With grace we will suffer
With grace we shall recover
There by the grace of God
Manic Street Preachers, There by the Grace of God
It's "drifting weather" outside today (when it's so cold that you don't walk, you just drift) and I'm v v tired. Almost fell asleep at work 'cos of 3 and a half hrs sleep last nite. Oh, and a bit of a hangover. And I think I may have been semi-pissed at work too
It's self-inflicted. Went out to Toxic ( Asha and daisy's new club night at the Stoke Sugarmill which was fun. Even managed to lie on the floor to play air guitar to the Manics, heh heh
I wasn't supposed to go out, 'cos I'm drowning in assignments and have been tearing my hair out about it (and my minor financial issues) for 2 weeks. Well, I was. After a rather cathartic meeting with my lecturer yesterday (where I ended up bursting into tears- they must think I'm fucking nuts) I finally found some peace. I've resolved some stuff so I'm a bit happier, but it's still there, ho hum. Anyways I thought bollocks to this and got far more hammered than I should have done, heh heh
Well, back to the writing. The councillor I've been trying to ring for the last 2 days for an interview FINALLY emailed me back, hurrah!
Juice haven't got back to me about the article
, so I'm resubmitting to the Japan Times. Better luck next time I guess.
Dunno why but since I got back to Stoke in September it's as if I woke up and saw the world in colour for the first time. Everything seems brighter and more vibrant than usual, and that includes the good and the bad. My emotions feel that much stronger: I've been both elated and depressed in the last month. It sounds odd, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I really feel like i'm living.
Take care y'all, don't let stuff get you down too much.
With grace we will suffer
With grace we shall recover
There by the grace of God
Manic Street Preachers, There by the Grace of God
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I fucking hate planning things. Kills all spontaneity and they always go wrong.