Apologies for only writing when I need to vent about how horrible Sunderland and the Jobbey fucking C are. I keep meaning to write stuff and then get distracted by videogames and responsibilities and life. Speaking of videogames, I’ve been playing a lot of great games lately. Darkness II, Final Fantasy XIII-2, Tales of Vesperia, Halo Anniversary. All very fun.
In other news, I’m super excited. I’m going to Seoul for a few days at the end of May and then to Tokyo for just under two weeks in June. We stop at Paris and Amsterdam too. Shit I’m so fucking excited! Last time I was in Korea I didn’t get to see very much of Seoul because I pretty much just went straight to Ansan. This time I actually get to see the capital, and everyone says it’s great. I can’t wait! I think I’m actually looking forward to eating delicious Korean food again the most. And the sheer goodness of June doesn’t end with Tokyo. No, when I get home, Red Hot Fucking Chili Peppers!Holy shit June is going to be so awesome.
So today I had a 2pm appointment with “Jill”. “Jill” is my new adviser at the job center. I left the house and got the bus into town. It was cold outside. By the time I’d gotten into town I’d already endured the piercing screams of a baby and the stench of body odor, so god damn ubiquitous with public transport (and, well, Sunderland). It had started to drizzle. I walked to the job center and waited to see Jill.
I got through a chapter of Fight Club before being called up to see her. And before I tell you what happened, I’m just going to say that I’d left home and traveled all this way just for this, what, 10 minute appointment? I sat down and essentially what she told me was that I hadn’t been applying for enough jobs. At this point I was still composed, but in my mind I’d stood up and shouted “Alright, you know what? Fuck you!” about a hundred times. Not only had I, in the last 3 days, between both my dad’s birthday and mine, been to two ridiculously pointless job interviews (one at Aldi in Millfield, I cannot begin to describe how shit that place is), but I’d also applied for at least ten different business admin posts in the last week alone. And here she was telling me I’d not applied for enough. I could not loathe her fat, stupid face more. She referred to the kid’s charity, “hope4kids”, one I’d applied for a few weeks back, as “hop 4 kids”. I was screaming internally.
Finally it was over. Didn’t even say “bye”, just walked away. I got outside and it was pouring down. Great, pathetic fallacy. I made it to Park Lane. I was fucking drenched. Sat down at the bus stop. Noticed a woman standing outside of Greggs with a pushchair in one hand and a cigarette in the other. It’s kind of like the city isn’t even trying anymore. Like, seriously, come on. Eventually my purple 20 came and I got on. “Board Inn please”. And I sat, dripping, on this bus. And guess what? This is the icing on the cake. The whole god damn bus stunk of sweat and a baby screeched all the way home. Fuck today.
So I just spent a while purging my tumblr of rubbish posts, mostly older stuff. I know I haven’t written in ages but I do plan on writing a few posts in the next few weeks.
News… what’s new? Well, I think I’m finally actually definitely really officially going to Tokyo soon, so that’s cool. Some time in June hopefully. That’ll be wondrous. I begin my driving lessons the first of May, so that’s both cool and incredibly frightening at the same time. I’m fingers crossed getting an electronic drum kit for my birthday, which will be fantastic because I haven’t played in so long, and it’ll be really nice to be able to play regularly again whenever I please.
What can I say? Life’s… good! I’m 19 in 3 days time, shit. My last year of being a teenager. That’s scary.
I just put Dusty on my windowsill and she spotted some birds pecking at our grass. She assumed that stalking position cats assume, kill-mode engaged, you know? So the birds fly away and she just fucking leaps directly at them, but of course there’s a window in the way so she just splats against the window hard. She pounced so hard that she didn’t just slam into the window, but actually slid up it. She smashed into and up the window. And naturally what goes up must come down, so she fell off the windowsill and sprinted away unscathed. It was fucking funny, but I suppose you had to be there.
I live for the day they bring back the Marble bar. I mean, come on, why would they stop making such a delicious chocolate bar? They should do a big come-back like they did with Wispa bars. It would be profitable and, you know, I’D FINALLY BE ABLE TO TASTE SWEET MARBLEY GOODNESS AGAIN.