Just about ready in my own mind to go buy a bottle of Jack and start my own private party.
Sat beneath a shady tree on Fitzwilliam Street.
IT HURTS
(Source: ergothemagnificent)
Act Natural
So I bought my sister a Bruce Springsteen biography and 6 seasons of French and Saunders. I also gave her £15 pounds for drinks tonight at her boyfriends birthday. I bought myself the last film in the Eden of the East saga so I have all of that to watch.
Now to do the garden, procure an air bed, read some more of 1984, eat a 3 Musketeers and drink a can of Coke Vanilla and do whatever else comes naturally. So I presume that’s “eat, sleep, shit and respire”.
Bureaucracy
I hate it. So much…. I know that it’s there for a reason but as far as I can see a large portion of it is unnecessary and pedantic. I mean, I just finished student finance finally and I also have begun to apply to get a place in the student halls in Lancaster (All of which are boxes basically). Endless red tape. Questions that really don’t need to be asked all concerning various kinds of income and pensions etc. Why not go the entire way and ask totally retarded questions? “Have you ever completed the final levels of Crash Bandicoot 2 while sat in a tepid bath massaging the left wing of a duck?” or “If asked could you recite the Romanian national anthem on a combination of speed and ecstasy while Russian serfs grew potatoes in your loft?”
Bullshit!
I’ve got the joy of sorting out both my student finance and accommodation this month. Lovely… Hours upon hours of milling through forms and numbers and endless amounts of delightful red tape. Fucking bureaucracy.
