Superbio.

Somewhat odd day today; I was back at work, and since I'm in a really bad mood at the minute everything seemed very different than last time I was there. However, the same bad mood meant that small personal victories became large-scale defeats against humanity. One such defeat was me kicking small neds out of the shop. Also I bought an ipod shuffle (the cool one with buttons) for two pounds. two pounds. For an hour or two I was in sheer bliss as someone had brought Marina and the Diamonds' album in and was playing it over the sound system, giving a brief interlude to the constant Michael Jackson/Craig David/Oasis mix. I finished at six which given my mood should have lead to a major mental tantrum (a tantrum confined to my mind as opposed to kicking and screaming) with my waiting for the 8:15 bus, but I had by this time reached a strange mindset where I was really content in walking aimlessly around town for an hour. With very few people still there, and every shop having long been shut, it was quite an enjoyable walk. I did still wait at the bus stop for a fair while, still in a mesmerised state of contentedness meaning I was almost enjoying sitting in the cold doing nothing. This enjoyment was cut short by the intrusion of a young couple (young being around my age), of which the male was perhaps the most nauseating human being I have encountered. Never have I had such an unjustified hate for someone I don't know. On the bus home, the driver I fear had escaped from Craig Dunain as he was genuinely madl I would have not been surprised had he forgotten he was driving a bus and calmly stepped off along the A82 leaving us to plummet into the depths of Loch Ness. However, we did get through the journey, during which I listened to teh Fantasia soundtrack featuring Tchaikovsky and Bach as opposed to my usual metal collection of Sabaton and Rhapsody of Fire.

I had some excellent advice from friends last night and through today about my quandry in last night's blog; I am back to my previous thought that film school is not for me, but I still want to find a way out of Drum in the near future. A "quick fix" has come in me finding out I have two weeks of holiday allowance left at work to be used by the end of April, so I am considering making use of Ryanair's ridiculously cheap flights and gooing for a short break to Barcelona. It's somewhere I've wanted to go for ages, so maybe I'll do it, and get away for a little while at least.

I ended today by playing my ukulele. This is not a Skins-inspired euphamism; I was literally playing a ukulele... I finally learnt how to play "It's my Life" by No Doubt, so I am ridiculously pleased with myself.