I hate noise.

I am currently eyeing up my next door neighbours grand children. Not in a sexual paedophile sort of a way you understand, more of a "if I had a sniper rifle, I would take those bitches out straight away" sort of a way.

Basically, the little shits are staying there over the summer holidays and my days at home are now filled with the screams of children. This morning I was awoken an 8.45am by one of said shits bouncing a ball very loudly for at least thirty minutes. This is not how I want my days to start. I should add perhaps that there is a rather large grassy field approximately three minutes away from my house, so there is no excuse for them disturbing my life in any way.

Fuckers.

Black WET Cats and SOAKED Gutter Rats.

I may be feeling some resentment towards the weather right now. England is not meant to have a monsoon season. I've had to replan the boys birthday celebration as I'm pretty sure a bbq in the cold and rain will just suck ass. Also, we're going on holiday to Cornwall for a week, and I'm pretty sure we'll end up insanely wet and bored in our absolutely-tiny-waterfront-cottage-with-awesome-views. Escaping the city will ne nice though, but I'm genuinely concerned about how I'll survive a week with no internet. Sad but true.

It's gone midday so I should probably get up and dressed as I have to hand in Dissertation: Round Two. I also have to get it bound AGAIN, only this time it's going to cost me £8+ instead of £1.50. Boo.

And Jose, BLOG YOU FUCKER!

I totally forgot to title this one.

I've changed my hair colour again.

I went from the pink to a rubbish natural look of brown with highlights. It looked wank but I least know I know that natural colour hair does not suit me in any way. Now my hair's a really deep red/orange. Deep but bright if you know what I mean? I'll post a pic next time...sometime. Whenever.

I'm currently reworking my dissertation. Well, slightly reworking it. Technically it didn't fail, but stupid other shit dragged my grade down and I want to make it a little bit better to make sure it passes. I'm suffering from EXTREME paranoia that my attempts to make it better will in actual fact make it worse.

I want to complain about the weather, but I realy can't be bothered. This pic alone will have to sum up British Summer 08 for you though...



Wet. Rain. Wank. It sucks.