Jobless - Check
Pretty damn depressed about jobless state - Check.
Hormonal - Check.
Fair to say your feeling pretty down then? Great! Time to kick you while your down then. Seems to have been the thinking of Mr T**tface today. I thought this was going to be a breakthrough, I was going to make it through the hormones without a tear. How wrong I was!!! After dragging myself out of bed and pumping it up to get myself fit and ready for the day I checked my emails. The title in todays DesignWeek email should have been warning enough not to click the article for further reading... "Students Urged To Avoid Design." But oh no, I just had to read it.
http://www.designweek.co.uk/Articles/141108/Article.html
So after reading this, of course, came a breakdown. My strong outer shell that had been doing so well at keeping the bi-polar crazy girl in this month was shattered. Weird thing though, I started off rather numb. Emotionless really. Then came a few tears but then the numbness returned. Have I cried myself out? Has my body armed itself with a new tactic for dealing with these problems? Well, like any good film character would, I went for a shower [I had just spent an hour sweating my arse off, this was intended as merely functional] I had a wash but then the thought came "Why get out of the shower? There is no point, there is nothing you can do. Just give up". Also, the heating wasn't on so it was going to be cold so I took this opportunity to sit down and soak up the warm water falling on me. Yes, being the Hollywood starlet that I am, I am preparing my Oscar speech for the tears in the shower scene already. In all seriousness I was crying because the article was just replaying itself in my mind. Why could this wise, all-knowing industry heavyweight not have warned us of this years ago when we were selecting our A Levels? As a child I had always loved history and maths, I had alternatives but without this warning I followed my passion. Having got all my remaining tears out [some formed from the shampoo that got in my eye] I got angry. Well, I had another brief period of numbness wondering what on earth I was going to do with myself. Then I got angry. Now, why is it that this wise, all-knowing industry heavyweight has only just magically realised this fact in the recession? Could it possibly be because actually everyone should stop studying, not just designers, because there isn't enough jobs for anyone at the moment. I have given up the news to avoid negative nellys filling me with doom and gloom so I do not appreciate Mr T**tface rubbing salt in my wounds. Highly unnecessary in my opinion as I feel that everyone realises the state of the job market without you adding your overpaid opinions in. And that is all I have to say on that.
After my anger had faded and I had done my hair and make-up I headed off to the shop for some squash. When I got downstairs I saw that father had already bought some but I hadn't made myself look nice to sit about my room so I decided to go out anyway for some fresh air. Cold wet air is what it was. By the time I reached the shop, a whole 3 minute walk, I was so wet that I looked like I had swam up. The rain was absolutely freezing, it hurt my face. And to be fair, it was only fine rain, totally pointless rain in my opinion but it gave me the appearance of a drowned rat. So after that, I should have just stayed home and stayed dry. I got myself some garlic bread to enjoy with my spaghetti bolognese tonight, just hope that we have some quorn or its dry spaghetti and garlic bread... not quite as appetising really.
Favourite Song Lyric_ When life is getting me down, I'm close to defeat, Come and lay ur hands on me....
Jobs Applied For_ 0 [because Mr T**tface says there is none]
Tears_ 2
Swearing_ An unforgivable amount [I do not approve of it, its disgusting and un-ladylike but it takes over me when I'm angry]
