Brace yourself...

This week has been insane. Incomprehendibly insane.

Firstly, my aunt has had to move out of the flat that we live in. So, I've spent the week packing boxes and moving furniture.

I've also been offered the most kick ass job in the world working for these guys as a Social Media and Digital Marketing Assistant. These things happen fast.

So, now I'm looking for somewhere to live. There's only so much that can happen in 7 days surely?

Being a grown up sucks.

What I want to be when I grow up.

Ah, the classic family gathering. It's all fun and games until that uncle you haven't seen for three years asks what you're going to do with that degree.

The obvious answer, win the lottery and write a few best sellers. Yeah...likely.

So, I replied in a muted tone that I want to be write stuff for advertisements. He said, 'So, a copywriter?'

Turns out that's what I wanted to be, I just didn't know it until last week.

Amazing.

After reading a few articles/blogs/twitter feeds of other copywriters at 3am, it turns out that I'm more suited to the role than being a fireman.  A childhood dream just so I could have my own TV show.

Teach me? I'll look after your pets.

First off, I know practically nothing about writing copy. I understand the concept, what is required, etc. But actually doing it? Not a clue.

Apparently this is a good mindset to have because, no-one likes a know it all. Especially a recently graduated twenty-one year old who still struggles to remember to put the lid back on the Dr Pepper.

So to summarise, I REALLY want to do this for a career, but need help from people that know the business, and don't mind answering my questions. And possibly give me the opportunity to prove I can write. I'll even walk your dog, feed your digital fish, water your plants. Whatever.

P.S I apologise in advance if you fall victim to my badgering.

YOLO

Yeah its tacky, and everyones got them...But god damnit I want fish.

We used to have pets all the time when I was a kid, it's kinda hard when you live on a third storey flat. So I guess the pixelated kind will have to do.

I've literally spent all day watching tv, phoning work agencys and then watching tv again. It's been a hoot. Currently my obsession is Broadwalk Empire, that 1920's thing that came out a few years ago with the funny looking guy from Fargo. Yeah, you know him.

It's pretty much what you expect with Martin Scorsese producing it, so I'd watch it if you haven' already.

Fish name requests are welcome. Otherwise, I'll just name them after something obscure like, fabric types. So for their sake, save their binary brains.

Ciao.

Not to be confused with,

Facetious. You know, that guy that thinks he's hilarious, but no-one laughs at his jokes except him. That's me.

Note: You should probably double check words, before sending the message to girl you're hitting on. Otherwise you end up with this.

Awkward.

I seem to be going through a phase with ending everything with elipsis. It's like a 'Hey you. See what I just wrote,thats funny right? Please laugh.' No Sam. No. Snap out of it.

Yeah, this post has nothing to do with anything. But like, you should know this by now.

Dont blame me.

Blame yourself.

Lists are fun.

Thanks to my immune system failing at being the stoic rock it usually is, I'm a big bag of snotty coughiness. I wont post a photo, because I dont think the world's ready or deserves that. This being the world that has been inhabitated by Hitler and Pol Pot. He has such a funny name. But you get the point.

Hence the non-posting. Not that anyone reads this anyway. But a boy can dream eh?

So, heres a list of all the things I'm looking forward to, in no particular order:



Walking Dead in three weeks. Yay, Zombies.

Getting over the plague. Hopefully tomorrow, but I'm not holding out.

Recieving that job phone call I've been waiting for. Or any recognition would be nice.

Moving out of my aunts place before winter kicks in. The beach is nice and all, but in the wet and miserable, not so much.

Graduation in november. I STILL need to sort that shit out.

Finishing this poetry collection entitled, 'NSFW' or 'Not safe for work.' I thought this might go down better than 'Poems that will get you laid.' Results may vary.

And thats practically it...Oh the euromillions winning numbers would be awesome as well.


Kinda turned into some weird Christmas list there. Fuck. Christmas. Go away tv adverts, and mince pies in supermarkets. Let me be a grinch in peace.

I think that's me done. Ta, ra!

Maybe its the weather.

Maybe, it's the fact that September has stumbled in drunk this year, and forgot that it's an autumn month. Maybe it's the fact I have actually 'gone out and done stuff' rather than just rant at you computer. It's probably that fact that life is sorting itself out. Slowly. Glacial speed.


I'm still unemployed.

So still chasing every possible job vacancy like a gambler down to his last ten pence.

But I'm out of the damn slump, and ok with that.


Which reminds me. Still need to sort out my graduation shizz. Ah bugger.

Hire me already. I'm awesome sauce.

I wish people would phone you back when they said you would. And by people I mean companies that are rushing about apparently, trying to hire people.

I'm down here guys.

Seriously. The waiting is enough to drive anyone to commit genocide of adorable kittens.

And nobody wants that.

The question is, what does one do, when one has already chased them around with a giant phone.

I don't want to appear neurotic to potential employers. But like, if I just sit here doing nothing, waiting for that promised confirmation. I fear for every feline friend's safety.