Where to Begin?

I'm not sure where I can begin this blog - it's been another long, long time since my last one. I still reckon since my friends have stopped blogging so regularly has affected my own frequency. They should restart, methinks.

So what was I going to write about this time? I'm not actually sure now. My mind comes and goes. Bad sign as I get older.

I've recently starting looking into avenues to emigrating to Australia. Genuinely. And the one thing that's always needed isn't something I possess. It isn't a healthy imagination, nor a natural charm. It's a qualification. I looked at their latest list of "essential jobs" and one thing that pissed me off/upset me in equal measure was that English teachers, or teachers in general, weren't on there. Should I train to be a hairdresser? Who knows.

Just the other week, I accepted my place in university. Now all I have to do (apart from check up to see if it's actually done) is pass the fuckin course. Which was going somewhat smoothly until my dad decided to gut the entire house, leaving us with electricity only for a few hours a day. No gas too, for some days. Meaning we had to either get a cold shower, or piss on each other to sterilize ourselves. Luckily, no-one actually pissed on each other - t'was just cold showers.

However, I was left without a computer for most of it. No computer means no coursework. But since I rarely actually do coursework at the right times, that wasn't the worst thing. No computer means no Ryan - I live on this fuckin thing. I would've settled for having the PS3, but that was also off - it apparently runs off the same electricity as the rest of the house, or somethin...I aint no electrician.

Anyway, that's left me quite far behind in college work. But I'm up on most people on my course because of some mixup, the hours we did in our placements don't count towards our college hours, and we need to do a minimum of 14.5 hours to be allowed on the course - and if you take my placement off, I do 14.5 hours! Strangely, I'm the only one who does that, so you know what that means? Yup. I'm the only one who has enough hours to still be allowed on the course. I was hoping some people (who should remain nameless) would have too few and be asked to leave. Of course, if everyone under 14.5 hours got kicked out, I'd be the only one left. Turns out some have too few hours even with the three hours of placement added on (heheh), but of course the teachers have assured everyone it's not our problem - its an administrative problem. Whatthefuck?? If it was me on the course doing too few hours, I'd be kicked out. Someone has been doing less hours even WITH the placement hours added on and they're still on the course? I say no! But I'm no authority. Yet.

So even though I was gonna talk about a lot more, I'm going to have to sign off now. I kept getting sidetracked writing this (as I regularly do, which is one of the reason's I haven't wrote a blog as often as I used to), and its way too late now - college in the morn. Well...in the next five hours. Ta-ta!