I got a 2.2 in my degree, which needless to say is dire. It means no good jobs (not that I seem to be able to find ANY at the moment) and I'm currently listenning to some shit acoustic love song written for someone else I used to know and getting annoyed at how tacky they've become.
"A smile lights up her face,
and she's in god's hands,
she knows he loved her to death,
and he's so proud and he sings..."
WTF. It's bloody awful.
Anyway, degree results are awful, I cant find a job and I have work in a few hours and I still need to get in a night's sleep at some point.
At least I can still join the army on a 2.2, just means the whole 'getting the great flat we're seeing Sunday' plan is taking a flying leap out the window as job chances are over.
I'm going to fight this all the way I can, I got a 1st for my disertation and a 2.1 for everything else I've done in my degree, then suddenly 51 for my final project (sexuality portraits)
This is why the following should be true...
1. Me being rich
2. the place in hostel existing
3. me being able to go there now and torture the crap out of some gorgeous californian teens.
4. me currently having a bottle of Leffe Brown or Herold Black.
5. It not being 4am.
Listening to: shit
Reading: fuck all
Watching: the screen