The weekend consisted of the usual let down by Swindon Town but also came with a deeper sense of unfulfilment. I shan't name names but it has to be said, my weekend was a complete waste and I squarely blame everyone else around me.

 

I've noticed lately I have a very negative attitude. Maybe it's the time of year, but everything seemed so much better in March and now it's nearly May. There are no gigs lined up (cept for when Gatty and I go see DINOSAUR JR!!shiftone!) and we haven't rehearsed in a while (to be rectified on friday) so musically I'm pretty deprived. Football has put me on a downer. And whilst I think my driving is improving, it is still pissing me off. Stupid car. And let's not even go into females. Actually, let's talk about my Psychology teacher. She's condescending, critical, unsupportive and has a total lack of faith in her students. I submitted what I'd done so far on my psychology assignment due in Wednesday and after she'd told me a textbook lied to me she said "So, you've got till wednesday..." with a look that implied I hadn't a cat's chance in hell. I'd like to say it's spurred me on and I'm determined to pass with flying colours but due to said deficiencies in the above mentioned teacher, my chances of passing are slim. And it's a non-refferable piece. Great!

 

I suppose it's a case of wading through the crap and hoping to come out smelling vaguely presentable.

 

Though how you smell presentable, I'm not sure of.

 

Bring on the Oxford!