I wrote this a few months ago, it was supposed to be XXVI.  I should make a blog post that describes me, but probably not.  I read books so rarely, and when I do I only manage through a few pages before I move on, but I put hours out of my week to watch old episodes of Friends, or films with George Clooney in them.  I drink coffee now and then, well yeah now, and I spend — what's the term in About a Boy, units? — I spend at least a unit, probably more, looking through Tumblr, searching French proverbs on Google, and generally doing nothing for myself, productively.

only the V's of my pizza remain.  it was rocket and salami and mozzarella and I didn't make it and that makes me quite sad.  I know how to make a pizza base, and all the ingredients are so cheap, and I would feel much better if I made what I ate.  oh well.

let's watch Le Fabuleux Destin d'Amélie Poulain! (with subtitles on because I can't understand spoken French!)

my fingers and the moon may be inter-linked at some level, but it's more efficient to be able to tell them apart.  that's a new coffee from Costa, called a Cortado.  it's good.

okay, I just tried very hard to make this blog look presentable.  I'm going to try to update it more often, and with things that actually matter, it's just, not many things happen to me that actually matter.  so I might have to bring my expectations down a little bit.  some film recommendations, and some music things, those can work.  I could do something.  I don't know, I just know I would like to use this more.

I am guessing that all employees, or employment agencies in general, with internet connections have a sneaky peak at the facebooks of all their prospective employees. out of my friend's friend's 5 photos on their main page, two are of them passed out on different streets and two are close-ups of their face passed out on a bench with a dark orange-coloured liquid coming from their mouth. I do not want to make assumptions, but seeing as this boy is now 18 years of age, he will soon be applying for university, or looking for a job. I don't understand what goes through his mind while uploading these pictures (because I checked, and all of them were uploaded by himself straight to his wall). I just wonder if he has any form of plans for the future. I feel sorry for his parents, and wonder if he has proud older siblings. the first two photos, uploaded last night, might have been during the time when he was drunk, straight from his phone, and he might not have had access to facebook yet, but the ones of him passed out on the street were from six days ago. I have convinced myself that my friend's friend, an eighteen year-old boy, has not been on a 6+ day binge, and is in fact a moron. // this post was about nothing, but it's getting quite late and it's been a while since I posted. I also want to mention that while I am technically twenty years of age, and so the right age to be impressed by my friend's friend's drunken bravado, I feel twenty years older, and the sight of him and the knowledge that my friend is friends with him disgusts me. xx

I risked the torrential rains and flash-freezing fronts of the north today, travelling by train and foot and locomotive, only to be told that I did not have to come in; everything I accomplished today could have been done over the phone. that was definitely worth the five years of my life I've shaved off from the stress of it all. xx