Speedy update.

So I've not written in this thing in a while (not that it actually matters), so.. Uh.. I went to Vancouver, Canada. It was pretty good. Did the usual; shopped, beached, etc. The highlight was probably seeing Radiohead, which I could have done over here, but WHATEVER. Sheesh.

Anyway, that's all over now.. I'm in Dundee! Moved here last Saturday. I'm staying in the halls and there's seven people in my flat. A girl left yesterday though and I think were getting a new chap with curly hair. Other than that, there are four guys, one girl and me. Think I was lucky with who I got for flatmates, they all seem sound. (Can't believe I said 'sound', I've never said that in my life in this context. I'll probably start saying 'mate' after everything I say soon.)

I haven't started uni yet, but I've matriculated and all that jizz. And I've got a job at the cinema.

Chris is coming tonight to stay for two nights. So, yeah!

Just listening to Portishead in my room now, don't think there's anyone else in.. I should maybe go and check. Think I'll keep this one short and sweet. Au revoir!

Home Sweet Home

That's me home from London now. For the most part it was a fairly relaxing fortnight. Went to Bighton one day, Thorpe Park another (when I realised I can no longer really be arsed with theme parks) and other than a couple of days wandering about London; Camden, Carnaby Street, Oxford Circus, Soho, Chinatown, I spent most of the rest hanging about the house, watching movies and cowering in the shade. The sun was hot hot hot.

Although I had a few somewhat depressing conversations. And I was also stressing out a bit over stuff. I found out something pretty scary, but I'm going to sort it and hopefully everything will turn out okay again. I'm a bit terrified though.

Looking forward to seeing Chris tonight, but I have a couple of things to sort out first. I hate that life is never bloody easy.

I dyed my hair pink again and it came out neon orange/coral. It's alright, I quite like it, but I'm going back to white blonde tommorrow as it'll last better when I'm away. I'm leaving on Thursday for Canada. Which I'm sort of looking forward to, but.. Uh.. I don't know.

It seems I am going to be missing a lot.

My first post in a while.. I've been too busy doing fuck all to write in here. To fill y'all in;

I finished college. The exhibition at the end of term seemed to go well. I will miss my class mateys, they were all pretty alright.

I also quit my job, yesterday was my last shift. The cinema folk gave me a card with nice words. I shall miss 'em also.

Tommorrow I'm going to London to stay with my dad and Jen (my sister shall be accompanying me) for a fortnight. Will be nice to get away.

Then when I get home I will be about for a couple of days before buggering off to Vancouver, Canada for just over two weeks. Which'll be good too hopefully. Hmm..

I am going to miss Chris lots.

You're right, this is a really dull entry, but whatever, you're not the boss of me! Fools.

I would attempt to be more entertaining, but you know what? I can't be arsed. I've got packing to do, amongst other organisational thingamajigs.

Stuck like glue.

I'm stuck.
I'm stuck, I'm stuck, I'm stuck.

I have about a week to complete something which currently exists only as a concept floating around my cranium. I'm considering quitting college, but with less than a month left to go (I think), it seems rather ridiculous. I suppose I just know I'll fail if I don't muster up an incredible amount of motivation to catch up. And nobody wants to fail. Quitting is easier.

My brain has melted. It's seeping through all my pores and evaporating into the air. There's going to be nothing left soon. I'm definatly stuck.

I feel like I'm somehow not a real human being. I'm just some entity hovering around, watching all the genuine people doing genuine people things, getting on with their lives.

I should be EXCITED about all the possibilities opening up to me. But inexplicably I feel like I'm becoming more and more enclosed.

I've forgotten the source of this quote, but I remember hearing someone say once; "I wish I was where I was when I was wishing I was here.". It seems pretty apt.

I hate feeling stuck.

Bevy botheration.

I'm going to quit boozing. Or at least cut down.

I feel so so so icky today.

That is all.

Dreadful.

To quickly update you on the finger front; there's been no change, it's still weirdly numb.

I've been itching to do something drasticly different with my hair for a while now and I think I'm gonna get dreads. I've been e-mailing a very helpful woman who puts in dreadlocks and she's been overloading me with options. I think I'm going to go for real dreads with permanent real hair extentions. Although, the hair needs to be a minimum of three inches to start a dread, so bits of my hair might be a bit short. And also it'll be mighty expensive, probably around £400, which is an amount I really shouldn't be spending considering I'm suppose to be saving up. Oh dear.

I spent the entire day today watching films and browsing the net and went to a life drawing class this evening. I wasted such a considerable amount of time this weekend that I have done no work for college and thus have no news to post about. It's time I shut up really.

Drinking, diets and a desensitized digit.

The middle finger on my left hand is inexplicably numb. I've had pins and needles in it for about three days now. It's FREAKING ME OUT.

On another note, I'm feeling a bit bleurgh today. Think I had a few too many last night. I won't go into it. I spent so much money. And consumed so much stuff of high calorie and saturated fat content. Sad face.

My mum said I was looking a bit thinner this morning. She was clearly lying as I've not lost any weight. Yet. Gotta try harder today to make up for mu big hiccup yesterday. And the day before. Ha ha.

But seriously.. This finger thing... Why?