Pissed off

I'm in lab. On a Sun afternoon. I'm fucking pissed off. Why? Because it's bloody Sun and I have to work on my fecking corrections. This is what purgatory is- My thesis. I see my thesis lying there on my bench and I can already feel my blood pressure rising and I'm pissed off because looking at the fecking thesis on my bench pisses me off. I'm in a pissed off grumpy mood and I've already wasted 90 mins of the 4 hs I was going to spend working on it pissed off. C suggested choc but I have no appetite. I did go and buy some anyway just so that I could think and do something other than be pissed off. But I ate it in a pissed off mood. I'm fucking glad I went to Ldn yesterday. If I'd stayed here to do work I think I would've just chucked both the thesis and laptop out of the window as soon as I saw the thesis on my bench. I don't understand why they want me to make all these unnecessary writing and replotting of results. Who cares! No one is going to read it! I'm just so bloody pissed off I can't do anything, which pisses me off even more.

"I need money"

My friend tells me Carnival began yesterday in Germany, Brazil and some other places. He says it ends in Feb, before Lent begins. I think he's making it up. 

I am now thinking of doing an MBA. If I can't get a job, then I might as well build my qualification portfolio further. But after a brief scan, I found out that it will cost £31000 to do it at the Said Bus Sch, £45000 at LBS and $77000 (includes living expenses etc) at HBS! If I had that kind of money, I would be driving a beemer and not be looking for a job. Maybe I'll just go on a long, round-the-world trip until the economy sorts itself out. Bugger. I need money for that.

Are you kidding me?

Online tests

Yesterday, I spent over 90 minutes doing online tests for a job I'm not sure I even want. I don't see how knowing what the next shape in a sequence is going to determine whether I'm any good at working under pressure or delegating jobs or making phone calls. What a load of b@*l@*ks. If no one is willing to give me a job, then I'm just going to create one myself! On a more positive note, I have a job ap due in Thurs for a company that I AM interested in working for so hopefully I'll get the form filled and sent before the deadline.  

Chocolate

I'm going to give up chocolate. Soon. A normal pack of regular M&Ms now costs 65p in some places. 65p!! Is it coated in gold dust or what? I remember when Kit Kat used to cost 37p. Is this how the government plans to combat unhealthy eating? Well, it's working because if these bog standard chocs start costing more than 80p then I'm 99.9% sure that I'm giving up chocolate (apart from those sneaked into cookies, brownies, cookies... 

Holiday....I want to go on holiday. Somewhere warm. Sunny. With normal daylight hours. And normal precipitation levels. Near the sea would be a bonus. With nice people. Or a day at the spa. That could work too.

Give me a job

After a 3 wk hiatus, I'm back to job applications. It's almost an obsession. Why can't someone just give me a job?! Advertising job aps are fun but when you realise the deadline is the next day, coming up with answers to questions like "Who do you think needs an image makeover and how would you do it?", going to the dentist to have your wisdoms removed without juice begins to feel a lot less painful.

On a different note, Alphabeat weren't too bad on Wed. The Carling 

lacks the character of the Astoria  but the band put on a good show and the crowd h

ad fun. The lead male singer was mental, bouncing around like a bunny high on e, a lot

 like the lead guy from Talking Heads (forget his name). He even managed to swing the mic against his head a coupla times during his frenetic dancing. Good times.

Fireworks and Bonfire later tonight. Excellent! 

I'm going to Paris

"All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris

Singing to the night, without sight, but with madness

I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it

Tell me the truth, is it love, or just Paris?"

Paris is Burning- Ladyhawke

Desert island tracks

S**t. I should be prepping for my interview on Tues. Instead I'm applying for other jobs. Remembering the awesome Black Kids+Ladyhawke gig on Thurs. Thinking of songs I would like to have with me in the event I get stuck on an island. Stupid, considering that I already AM living on an island. But in the very unlikely event that this island becomes "tropical" and "desert-like" , what with global warming/ climate destabilisation/ whatever, and I am the only one inhabiting it, I would like to know that I at least have some of my most beloved tracks with me to keep me company. And the complete collection of Calvin & Hobbes, of course. 

My seven tracks:

1) Just Like Heaven by The Cure - without fail, always, always, makes me smile.

2) Gentle Threat by Gonzales - beautiful solo piano piece.

3) Good vibrations by the Beach Boys - desert island. Beach Boys. yeah exactly.

4) Intergalactic by Beastie Boys vs. M.O.P. - for my amusement.

5) My Brain is Hanging Upside Down by the Ramones - makes me wanna jump up n down and rock out.

6) Wild is the Wind by Cat Power - oh that voice.

7) Till I get my way by the Black Keys - bluesy. soulful. perfect.

(If I made the rules and this was an 8 track list- Paris is Burning by Ladyhawke- Cut Copy remix- would be the 8th of course.)

Back to job apps. BOR-ING!!

I speak British

So how did I come up with the name for my blog? Coming home after an 8 hour cramming session of immunological facts, one is bound to suffer from a case of brain meltdown. By my 5th consecutive day of cramming, I was showing serious signs of speaking-ability-loss-itis. My friends were watching NKOTB ("New Kids On The Block" for those of you not with it with the street talk dawg) top 50 pop songs. One of them was a band called 5ive (remember them? from the late 90s? No? Nuff said.) 

Anyway, my mate C was convinced they were from the States. But I clearly remembered them having English accents and as I constructed the sentence in my mind " I remember them speaking with English accents", what came out of my mouth was " I'm sure they speak British". Suffice to say, they found that highly amusing and because I no longer knew how to speak, I couldn't come back with a retort. 

The next day, S had baked the most amazingly sumptuous chocolate brownies with milk, dark and white chocolate chunks. She complained that all the chunks had melted into the mix when she baked the brownies. I bit into a slice and there were definitely un-melted chunks in it. Again, even though my brain suggested I say the fairly sensible "I can taste the chocolate chunks", what came out instead was the daft " I taste chocolate". No? Really? Considering that 99.9% of the brownies WAS chocolate in some form (chunks, 70% cocoa powder, melted chocolate to make the mix, etc..). Good to know that at least my taste buds weren't losing it too. As my friends sat there laughing hysterically at my incompetent speaking abilities, I managed to save what remained of my credibility with the very mature "Losers!". And for added emphasis, I had my fingers in a capital L. That'll show 'em.