I have to find a job - or I am dead in a big way. Financially, I am in SHIT.

How fitting to be listening to Pulp's Common People at this time...

10:27 AM Dance MY RHYTHMN

Update (for a change) - Question Time

I did it! I did it! I got on Question Time, and I asked my question! I won't bother to write down the event in it's entirity...but click here for an assessment.

Saturday was another drunken night out - which is becoming pretty commonplace. Okay, I didn't really drink much, because I didn't actually have enough money to anyway. There was a band, and too many people getting into the groove, so to speak...

Also, I had my exam yesterday. Despite the odd discrepancy (wobbly table, ten minutes wasted getting the right paper, loud film in the next room) I think it went quite well.

1:02 AM Dance MY RHYTHMN

I'm on the tele!

I'm going to BBC Question Time in Norwich! I rule so much, and I'm having it taped. I am so sad, I know.

5:13 AM Dance MY RHYTHMN

Strip Connect Four...why?

I'm still not quite over Saturday. I can't believe I still feel rough. That really does suck majorly.

Anyway, can't say I remember much except one pint of sweet cider and two halfs, and three double Southern Comfort and Lemonade. And some loud music that I knew nothing about.

We were being given evils though by some people who were a little annoyed with us, to say the least. Yeah, we were a bit loud and yelling at random people. We were pretty lucky not to get barred.

Anyway, later this group of guys came up and started playing Strip Connect Four, which as far as I can tell involved them playing and then getting naked. Hmmm...okay.

Them: "Hey, let's get naked!"
Me: (very drunk) "Erm, let's not."

Anyway, one did and my mum walked in to pick me up. Apparently she failed to notice the fact that this guy was naked and I fail to see why that was - I mean, how could you not notice?

Anyway, got home and passed out and woke up with a headache and felt pretty sick, and it's carried on until today. So I feel unwell and I'm going home. I can't be bothered to go to English, so I won't.

Word.

4:13 AM Dance MY RHYTHMN

I swear, I have never felt this angry for a very long time...

I want to smash something against the nearest wall. Woe betide the next person who walks through the door.

I always knew, in the back of my mind that this was going to be a bad day, and that, as always was no surprise. Oh, so the fact I actually sat in a room with * and didn't want to kill him is good is it? I doubt that very much, because I could have throttled him.

How dare he. I mean honestly, how dare he question whether I phone my friends after getting angry at him - oh dear, did I upset you? Did I dare to question you? Did I have the audacity to tell you what a stuck up, miserable little wanker you really are?

Clearly, that apparently upset him. Oh really. Well, he can clearly give shit but he can't take it. And completely denying that I know what he does! I can see my father in him, and I can promise you, that's not a good thing. Woe betide anyone who dares question him.

3:41 AM Dance MY RHYTHMN

Okay, so this may be my second post of the day...

But I had to write this down.

I went out of college because I couldn't be bothered to stay around until 1:00. It wouldn't have exactly been productive. So I decided to go to the cafe at the same time - and I met Adam around there - again. So I sat and had a rather long conversation with him and company, and then he, Gemma and I decided to go shopping. Adam is adament (ha - see what I did there) that he needs new clothes. So we went and got them - giving the most relevent of opinions. So he went and bought his stuff and everything else in between. I later left, having been an hour late for my lesson!

Well, it was worth it. Anyway, I now have to wait half a hour for my bus. And then off back to fabulous Eye. Haha.

7:37 AM Dance MY RHYTHMN

Life is crazy.

And I despise Monday morning, only saved by the fact that I am not in lesson until this afternoon.

I am craving a chicken salad and some Appletiser.

The weekend however was hectic as ever. I woke up on Saturday, yawn, much breakfast etc and Mum told me that we were going to London. Of course, I'm like, what? Then I remembered - she mentioned it to me in conversation a few days before. I forgot, naturally. We didn't do a great deal in London, as we were only really there to see friends.

However, let's just say I wasn't exactly prepared for a chance meeting with my estranged father, who I haven't actually spoken to or seen for eight years - and his wife and my half brother. Now that's where the problem comes - I don't get on with my dad's wife, and she doesn't want me near her son, citing me as a "poisonous influence". And you'd think my father would want to defend his right to see his own children, but no. He does...nothing.

Luckily, I didn't bump into him at any time while I was there. And I was pretty relieved, to say the least.

Of course, I didn't actually find out that he was there until much later. I had suspected he was, because the lights were on and the windows were open.

I'm not as angry with my dad though as I am with his wife. She's a control freak and a bully, and is desparate to protect her son from bad influences - supposedly. She's a frightened woman, and frightened of me. Know what the saddest thing is? She'll never be rid of me, and by god she wants to be - I am a living reminder that my father has baggage. She wants the perfect marriage with happiness and freedom, in her nice little family unit and not believe that she got it by deceptive and cheating means.

She makes me so mad.

But never mind that, I had a fantastic time in London, despite all that. Never mind those who may or may not attempt to spoil it.

1:36 AM Dance MY RHYTHMN

Why do I stay up so late?

Doesn't really help anything, but it was so worth it last night.

I decided yesterday that I was going to buy a film (the cheapest possible) from the year I was born. It's just something I did on the spur of the moment, mainly because I didn't want to spend £20 on crap.

As most films in nearly all high street stores are around the £15 mark - not so cheap. That was until I was aimlessly wandering around Virgin Megastore, getting frustrated at the prices until I spotted the "cheap" section. Oh yes - and that's where I found an older copy of Batman (1989). Perfect, and £3. So I thought, why not? Can't hurt.

And let's just say I didn't. I had read several reviews of the film before, and they seemed to be good, except those from DC purists "The Joker dies, that's crap, they should have done such and such, I need a life and a woman..."

Anyway, I'm off track. It seems the good reviews are right - believe the hype. Of course, Jack Nicholson steals the show. I was watching it last night thinking, was this film really made eighteen years ago? Save for the camera work, Batman could pass for a film that was made yesterday.

Today, I'm watching it again. And hopefully, if my esteemed friend is coming round tonight, I will watch again.

I'm also quite ill. I think I've got a temperature and oncoming hayfever. And I live near several rape seed fields. Damn rape seed!

I'm going home. And I'm going home.

4:45 AM Dance MY RHYTHMN