Not updated in aaaagggesss. But I have re-caught the doodling itch, and I've been scribbling like crazy. About 0.0001% of it is worthy to see the light of day, however, so I'll keep trying!

Hooray, I'm (almost) officially living back at my dad's. And the summer holidays have (almost) officially started. My nose is all snotty and horrible though, because so far the summer has been manky and cold, and the longest day of the year was marked with severe flooding in many parts of the UK. I just recovered from something like the 'flu which was given to me by some diseasebag who I won't mention. Today is warm and sunny though (read: I'm not used to warm weather so it feels sweltering).

And um. That's all the news I suppose. What's more interesting than the weather and the contents of my nostrils? Exactly, nothing.

Right, well. My last update was about 300 mostly, and how cool/amazing/brilliant/touching/inspiring/wonderful/beautiful it was. And since I wrote that, I've been to see it again and it's STILL as brilliant. I just don't know why it didn't post.

What else did I write about that day? I can't remember, it can't have been that great. I have the urge to do some drawing, but I don't have any pencils or paper or even a tablet any more, so I'm annoyed that I can't. And my brother annoys me still, because every time I come home to dad's, he's unplugged the router claiming that it stopped working, so to connect on my laptop I have to re-configure it. And I do, and it works perfectly every time! So why does it stop working so he has to unplug it? It's black magic.

Oh yeah! Only one more day at work and then it's back to college!!!! I'm so excited. I can't WAIT to go back to the easy life of just sitting on a comfy chair and learning about interesting things. I can't wait to be STIMULATED! Mentally, I mean. Ahemm.

I'm horny for mental stimulation.

I'm off to buy a laptop!

I'm absolutely swimming in disposable income. Who told me it'd be a financial stretch living alone? Granted, I'm not saving, but I find it difficult to care about that. What good will a small pile of money do me in the next 10 years? Get me through college? Nope. Get me through Uni? Nope, going to have to get loans for that anyway, or I'll get in for free with my cleverness (haha). So the money I work hard for is 100% mine. Not the banks. Not my landlords (well, hardly any of it). And it's fantastic.

Fuck the future, the present belongs to me!