Today I made a new and exciting cover for my new and exciting diary which, as usual, nobody will ever be allowed to read. The third volume of the boring boring life of Joel series is entitled 'no thinking'; I think that the cover looks a little ugly, to be honest - I really suck at a whole bunch of things, and art is one of them.
My new year resolutions - well, to be honest, I'm not one for new year resolutions; what's the point of picking a day every year where you make promises to yourself? It's sort of like buying yourself christmas presents, in my opinion - what's the fucking point, says I? There is no point, is my reply. It is all stupid. Arbitrarily, therefore, my resolutions are: a) to make less stupid resolutions and b) to have more fun (since I obviously haven't had enough already).
I have a driving test on Friday; after being absolutely certain of the fact that I would totally flunk it on Monday, I've decided that I now have about a 50% chance of success; god willing, there should be another bad driver on the road come Friday; wish me luck!
Ah 2003 - you know you're getting older when you start wishing time would slow down; everything is happening so fast, isn't it? I have less than a decade before I'm 30 - what'll I do then? I'll be OLD! Sometimes I want to be 17 again, or even 13 - my teenage years are gone, damnit! They are gone. It is a sobering thought. Fuck.
My new year resolutions - well, to be honest, I'm not one for new year resolutions; what's the point of picking a day every year where you make promises to yourself? It's sort of like buying yourself christmas presents, in my opinion - what's the fucking point, says I? There is no point, is my reply. It is all stupid. Arbitrarily, therefore, my resolutions are: a) to make less stupid resolutions and b) to have more fun (since I obviously haven't had enough already).
I have a driving test on Friday; after being absolutely certain of the fact that I would totally flunk it on Monday, I've decided that I now have about a 50% chance of success; god willing, there should be another bad driver on the road come Friday; wish me luck!
Ah 2003 - you know you're getting older when you start wishing time would slow down; everything is happening so fast, isn't it? I have less than a decade before I'm 30 - what'll I do then? I'll be OLD! Sometimes I want to be 17 again, or even 13 - my teenage years are gone, damnit! They are gone. It is a sobering thought. Fuck.
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