The Good, The Bad and the Ugly. *insert whistling here*

Well, so ends my first full week of being a proper Unemployed Person with Nothing to Do. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't had a pretty good time, aside from trying to dredge through websites for journalism jobs that don't demand more experience than I could even hope to have.

Anyway, today goes something like this:

1. Go downstairs at like, 2am to watch Vh1 Classic. Find mouse down there again. Trap it behind cupboard for my dad to sort out.

2. Go downstairs at like, half four with dad (who was awake to wake up Postman!brother) to find mouse no longer behind cupboard and long gone. Find out, on questioning my dad that mice are more like Jerry (of Tom and...) than I though. Also find out that rats really can swim up into toilets if they feel like it.

3. Wake up in the afternoon in time for Murder, She Wrote. Do not have headache for once. Much rejoicing.

4. Go to the newly refurbished Morrison's supermarket with Mama to see what it's like since Morrison's (who have their TV ads voiced by Sean Bean, fyi) took it over from Safeway. Utterly fail to see any difference beside the signs outside.

5. Bid on 1930s satin evening dress on eBay. Do not win. Just as well really. Unemployed persons like me should not have to explain away even just £25 on pointless stuff like that to mummy.

6. Have my dad tell me confidently he's sure I've passed my MA project thing. Smile tightly and hope to fucking hell that he's correct.

7. Brother does not return home to help me with my record. He comes home eventually and plays on his computer. Talk to him via MSN, despite us being about five feet and one wall apart. In his words: "takes effort to move."

Incidentally, my brother has just built a new computer from scratch. Looks to have cost a fucking fortune (that I'm fairly sure this family could do without spending), but it's pretty cool. Is blue see-through acrylic with CD, DVD, floppy disc, four fancy fans and get this: ultraviolet flashing lights in the front. Giant screen. Still, building a computer from scratch is pretty impressive to me.

He's been very nice to me lately, too. He was even *gasp* apologetic abount not helping me earlier. I think he's been replaced by some sort of artificial Michael. A dictionary definition of 'taking the mick', surely? *snickers*

8. Eat the remainder of the Safeway tiramisu in the fridge. Now feel sick, frankly. Not as nice as the Tesco one.

9. Read a Mary-Sue fic on FF.net that basically entails an American Transfer Sue coming to Britain and showing us all the error of our backwards, fashion-stunted ways. Leave quite long, slightly harsh (but not a flame) review. Get an email a bit later from the reviewer that is reasonable and thought-out. Reply equally reasonably and feel a bit bad I was quite so harsh.

10. Still feel sick from tiramisu, which ended up like gunk towards the end cos I left it next to my nice hot computer.

11. AND AND AND! Guess what turned up in today's post?!?! Yes, that is correct- my tickets to NEVER MIND THE BUZZCOCKS! NEVER MIND THE BLOODY BUZZCOCKS! *does triumphal dance*

We're still not guaranteed to get in, because the BBC send more tickets than there are seats in order to guarantee a full studio. That said, rose_rain  should be warned that I intend to get to Television Centre with LOADS of time to spare to try and ensure that I take my rightful place in a room with Mark Lamarr. I'm going to be borrowing most of his jokes anyway, might as well get them straight from the horse's mouth.

Actually, I've realised that my joke ratio is now more like 60% me, 40% Buzzcocks, which is better than it used to be (99% Buzzcocks). BUZZCOCKS TICKETS! I HAVE BUZZCOCKS TICKETS.

12. I'm hot, tired and might go to bed now.

13. I just realised that the Sims 2 is out in less than 10 days. I'm not a big computer games person, but how I loff the Sims.

14. Congrats to all the people in the fandom who have been visited by the stork thing lately.

The Good, The Bad and the Ugly. *insert whistling here*

Well, so ends my first full week of being a proper Unemployed Person with Nothing to Do. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't had a pretty good time, aside from trying to dredge through websites for journalism jobs that don't demand more experience than I could even hope to have.

Anyway, today goes something like this:

1. Go downstairs at like, 2am to watch Vh1 Classic. Find mouse down there again. Trap it behind cupboard for my dad to sort out.

2. Go downstairs at like, half four with dad (who was awake to wake up Postman!brother) to find mouse no longer behind cupboard and long gone. Find out, on questioning my dad that mice are more like Jerry (of Tom and...) than I though. Also find out that rats really can swim up into toilets if they feel like it.

3. Wake up in the afternoon in time for Murder, She Wrote. Do not have headache for once. Much rejoicing.

4. Go to the newly refurbished Morrison's supermarket with Mama to see what it's like since Morrison's (who have their TV ads voiced by Sean Bean, fyi) took it over from Safeway. Utterly fail to see any difference beside the signs outside.

5. Bid on 1930s satin evening dress on eBay. Do not win. Just as well really. Unemployed persons like me should not have to explain away even just £25 on pointless stuff like that to mummy.

6. Have my dad tell me confidently he's sure I've passed my MA project thing. Smile tightly and hope to fucking hell that he's correct.

7. Brother does not return home to help me with my record. He comes home eventually and plays on his computer. Talk to him via MSN, despite us being about five feet and one wall apart. In his words: "takes effort to move."

Incidentally, my brother has just built a new computer from scratch. Looks to have cost a fucking fortune (that I'm fairly sure this family could do without spending), but it's pretty cool. Is blue see-through acrylic with CD, DVD, floppy disc, four fancy fans and get this: ultraviolet flashing lights in the front. Giant screen. Still, building a computer from scratch is pretty impressive to me.

He's been very nice to me lately, too. He was even *gasp* apologetic abount not helping me earlier. I think he's been replaced by some sort of artificial Michael. A dictionary definition of 'taking the mick', surely? *snickers*

8. Eat the remainder of the Safeway tiramisu in the fridge. Now feel sick, frankly. Not as nice as the Tesco one.

9. Read a Mary-Sue fic on FF.net that basically entails an American Transfer Sue coming to Britain and showing us all the error of our backwards, fashion-stunted ways. Leave quite long, slightly harsh (but not a flame) review. Get an email a bit later from the reviewer that is reasonable and thought-out. Reply equally reasonably and feel a bit bad I was quite so harsh.

10. Still feel sick from tiramisu, which ended up like gunk towards the end cos I left it next to my nice hot computer.

11. AND AND AND! Guess what turned up in today's post?!?! Yes, that is correct- my tickets to NEVER MIND THE BUZZCOCKS! NEVER MIND THE BLOODY BUZZCOCKS! *does triumphal dance*

We're still not guaranteed to get in, because the BBC send more tickets than there are seats in order to guarantee a full studio. That said, rose_rain  should be warned that I intend to get to Television Centre with LOADS of time to spare to try and ensure that I take my rightful place in a room with Mark Lamarr. I'm going to be borrowing most of his jokes anyway, might as well get them straight from the horse's mouth.

Actually, I've realised that my joke ratio is now more like 60% me, 40% Buzzcocks, which is better than it used to be (99% Buzzcocks). BUZZCOCKS TICKETS! I HAVE BUZZCOCKS TICKETS.

12. I'm hot, tired and might go to bed now.

13. I just realised that the Sims 2 is out in less than 10 days. I'm not a big computer games person, but how I loff the Sims.

14. Congrats to all the people in the fandom who have been visited by the stork thing lately.