This is going to be a worthless photo-blog featuring self-portraits and cute, fluffy rabbits. Life’s a blur at the moment and I’m finding it difficult to distinguish the days.
I’m annoyed that David “Our Dave” Cameron is Prime Minister. I understand the first past the post system and all that, but look at it this way: 64% of the population did NOT vote for that spoiled twit. And still we’re stuck with him? I imagine most of the Lib Dem supporters must be gutted. Who’d have thought that a vote for Nick “Glory of our nation, let’s turn the election campaign into X-Factor vs. Rage 2.0, oh shit now he’s sleeping with the DEVIL?” Cleggers would turn out to be a vote for the Conservative Party? Oh dear! Think twice before you vote based on one decent debate performance, next time. And I don’t aim that comment at ALL Lib Dem voters, just at the ones who, like many on my Facebook friends list (I’ve since deleted my profile, by the way), thought it was some kind of Britain’s Got Talent audition and put no thought into their decision whatsoever.
To be fair to Our Dave (which I generally won’t be, as I have a feeling he won’t be all that fair to me and my ilk in the months to come), whoever got into office this time was mortally fucked, what with the debt mountains and crumbling economical issues. If he turns around and surprises us all by not cutting off the working class and watching as we drown in the Channel, then I’ll give him a chance. Honestly, though, I’m not holding out much hope.
This week I’ve got two book orders to process…one for Gardners (which is the “test run” order I placed at work – look like it’s going to be easy enough to get it stocked regularly) and the other with Bertram’s. I’ll sort that this weekend. I got the photographs back from Nicky (NKM Photography) so I can now pull together a press release of some kind, and send a story off to the Express & Star, the Chronicle, etc. I’m also going to send a little something off to Pool Hayes, suggesting they maybe buy a copy for their library…that would be pretty awesome.
On the university front…I’ve dragged together a personal statement of some kind for the Warwick application, and I’ve also put together a 10 page portfolio. I got back one of the academic references (in an unmarked, sealed, sinister envelope that I am dying to open) and am now just waiting on the second so that I can send it off. I’ll probably have to hang around until the 20th (THE HOLY BLESSED DAY KNOWN AS PAYDAY I SAY LORD THANK YA!) so I have the spare cash to submit it…£30 just to apply, daaaamn.
Money is an issue in general, really, though isn’t it always? My mum wants to borrow £350 so she can get the car fixed and it’s just…urgh. I’ll do it because if the car works, I can theoretically use it to speed along my driving progress (I’m avoiding booking a lesson this week, and shall lie to instructor saying I was ‘busy’ despite the fact I have no tangible life, because I hate driving), thus increasing the chances of me escaping the country at short notice, should the day ever come when I am able. I tweeted this little statistic, but here it is again for those of you who don’t follow my Twitter: my student debt is an impressively depressing £22,075.81. Looks like I’m trapped in England for the duration, then.
I’m enjoying Adam Lambert’s album at the moment, because it’s dramatic, soaked in glitter and fun to sing along to:
Oh, and before I go…this website is a year old this month. 
Time flies!
