I am blah. Filling my days with job applications. I do a few, some I work hard on, others I do not. Then I feel satisfied with myself and I procrastinate for awhile, sometimes an hour, sometimes two. Then I’ll be hit with a rush of dread, I see all the horrible things that are going to happen because I’ll never get a job and I realise that I’m applying for all the wrong kinds of jobs, jobs I don’t have a hope in hell’s fire of getting. In my panicking state I hurriedly apply for more weird jobs that I’ll never get. I need help.

I have a job interview at Topshop on Sunday, christmas temp. I went to university because I didn’t want to work in retail all my life. Now I have a good degree from one of the most prestigious media schools in the country, I’m going to be 27 soon and I am working temporarily at Topshop.

I only have myself to blame, I mean “really” I went to university to avoid reality. Now I’ve been bitch-slapped by reality and sir; I can assure you; reality slaps like a bitch.

So my cultshasha is a poor cultshasha, I will google poor culture and post the first image that pops up.

If you haven’t guessed I’m in my procrastination phase right now.

I LOVE film trailers! I think I prefer them to actual films. Peter Jacksons new adaptation The Loverly Bones looks shit. The trailer I mean. The film might, probably, could be good.

I think I want to make films just so I can make a trailer to accompany it. First you need to create a bit tension… “What’s that?” Then you create some intrigue… “What’s happening?” Then a joke… “That’s not a ghost, it’s my mother”. Then a snip of a chase sequence… “RUUUNN!” Throw in a glimpse of the money shot (some big special effect)… “Oh my GOD!” Then fade out with a final hook to get them nice and hooked… “Oh no, my mother IS a ghost!”.

Fantastic.

Just testing out a keyboard for the Playstation 3! I wonder how many characters I can use before it runs out of space. lets seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Ok so it goes on forever. This might get me tumbling again, haven’t written anything for ages and when I did it was crap. My desire to write anything overided my commen sense so I wrote things of no value or logic. Now I’m off to do mre productive things.