thursday...the weeks almost over

I should be getting ready to head to uni for philosophy and/or getting dressed for work, but i have come to the realisation that that requires effort which i think i'm allergic to. I don't like effort, or things that require effort, which is funny because a lot of my job has to do with both of these things. But then again when i am at work i am paid to do said effort. My job is fairly simple, and i actually enjoy which is a shock in itself, no one enjoys their job. But my job combines a few of my favorite things, shoes, talking to strangers and order. I love order and my job is largely based on ordering the shoes on the shelves so they look prettiful, which as i write sounds very sad but i love doing this, mainly because i am frickin good at it. I'll admit i am slightly neurotic, in fact my friends think it is hilarious to rearrange my DVDs when i am not looking, and let's face it when there are 433 DVDs it's quite easy to miss a misordered one, yet i rarely let them go, because I AM NEUROTIC, one tme i noticed them out of order and i blasted the three people in the room, two of whom immediately curled up and pointed to my guiltily smiling best friend who responded with a prompt "Please don't kill me", I like order, is that a crime?

Anyways i really should be leaving to head over to my philosophy lecture, Andrew is funny, he has a scottish accent, which is always entertaining, but i just can't be bothered actually getting over there and listening and writing notes and not falling asleep in the tute directly after, which in itself will require discipline and the dreaded E word. But alas i only have two more months of pain until uni is out for the year and i am confined to a life of work and boredom at home, whcih is sounding more pleasant each and everyday.

Did i ever tell you that i was doing a bachelor of arts? probably not, you see the thing is, i love history, i love movies and i love writing, and that course was the only thing that combined that which i love, i decided long ago what my ambition in life would be; a movie critic, mainly because it would combine my loves, i would also love to be a book editor, write movies, mainly i want to experience the world of entertainment and writing. I love to write i love sitting down and letting all of my feelings out, i love hearing other peoples thoughts and what they think of mine. i want to be in the middle of something and love what i do, i never want to have to say "this'll do" i don't want to have a second best in my life, no one deserves that, we deserve what we want. But then again if i got everything i ever wanted Angel would still be on TV every week and he would be with Buffy, Cordy would be with Doyle and Connor would be with Dawn, also Duncan would never have left Veronica Mars and Cat Stevens would never have given up music, the breakfast club would have been continued and i would have lived the eighties, why can't Marty McFly pick me up in the delorean?