#deepassshit

"I don't give a fuck about myself." 

- Tupac as Bishop in Juice, a suspense thriller. 

okay so i've just finished season 2 of Boardwalk Empire (finally), I cannot believe Jimmy's seen the light, he will be missed. it's now time for me to do some work for my degree, this is now the START of third year for me, forget that i've had lectures and seminars the past two weeks, it begins here - this week's seminar preparation, more dissertation ideas, lots of e-mailing my tutors and trying my hardest to up the work ethic with all my other commitments involved as well. I really would like a first but I am a very lazy person, so obviously that is going to be a very difficult task to achieve - I might even seek help (god knows who or where!).

on the other hand, work under 'hof' is going alright, made quite a few new friends already & they're pretty chill which is ideal in all fairness. the person above me doesn't stop contacting me though, christmas hours etc, I don't even want to think that far ahead right now, the thought of Term 1 coming to an end makes me feel physically sick and panicky. state. BUT, I need the money - badly.

last night (carnage) was okay, got full on twisted//sloshed, whatever you want to call it, everyone seemed to be in good spirits in the whole of hudds - crazy. this hangover isn't budging just yet though, sadly I have missed my monday chest session which i'm pretty devastated about, although green tea & an announcement by FOALS cheered me the hell up, SLIGHTLY, they're touring these next couple of months in nice intimate venues across England. I need a ticket.

I am also trying to stop swearing, I've been out of hand recently & I feel rather ashamed about it, then again, I am a north mancunian, ex-chav, ex-badmans, knob 'ed, so it kind of comes with that past I suppose (I jest).

I'm scared about life, my life.

my hatred for people recently has also increased, marginally, aside from those that are truly decent.