Well.

Here I am with my own little space to mumble on in. I hope that I end up writing something profound and groundbreaking but that is somewhat unlikely. I guess what my ego really wants is someone to stumble across this blog and want to come back and read it every entry.

Meh.

I guess it will just end up being read by myself and the people I so obviously hint to come and check it out.

Jeez I use some pretentious phrases when I think out loud. "Check it out?" I am a slightly posh sounding white girl from an unremarkable northern english town. *sigh*

I am a bit apprehensive about doing an actual online diary. I want to make this as real as possible without trying to write for other people. I just wanna write out my thoughts and keep a record of them. I will no doubt end up telling hinting for people I know to visit this place and then feel terribly exposed by my streaming of thoughts. I wonder why I do that.....

I am totally stalling here from doing a sociology essay that I started at school about 8 hours ago. I am such a procrastinator if thats how you spell it.

I have a million things to do buzzing around my head at the mo. I have 5 politics essays to do, a media essay that i should have done last week, my ucas application to sort out and of course this bloody sociology essay. To top it all i have to find something to get my mum for her birthday for saturday when i have no idea what she wants and organise my birthday poker night and reschedule a work shift so i can go to tinas party when i have just reorganised when i can or cannot work. Damn why did i forget about that? Oh well.

I have to stop giving McDonalds so much consideration. Damn. I hate how the company sucks you in. I wouldn't care about my work at all if the people who worked there werent so damn likeable! If I didn't like them then I could treat the company with the contempt I have for it!Jeez. Only 2 companies in the world that I really have a problem with and I work for one of them! I guess you have to hand it to them though. They make you work as team so you cant help but care about the people you work with. Then you end up going out on a limb to help them out and finish up helping the company with their obscene profit margins.

"Hi there Katy. Here is the £1500 pounds I have made for you today by busting my arse for 8 hours legging it around for often uncaring, deprived or downright rude customers to eat your reconstituted shite extracted from abysmally treated animals." "Thanks Lottie. Here is your £30 for your trouble"

GAH! Why can't I be angry at her? Because she is so damn nice! I can't stand there and bang on about Marxist theories of surplus value, alienation and capitalist exploitation! That would only cause trouble for her and I like her!

Ronald. You are a worthy adversary. One day.......

On a lighter note I am 18 soon. If that is a lighter note. Is 18 better than being 17? Suddenly you are responsible for yourself. You pay tax. You do your own washing. You start to become fatter and stupider.....

Ah shutup you. Its just a number.

Oh good now I am arguing with myself again. On the internet. For all to see. Well, people that mispell Boylip anyway....

Listen to me wittering on. I guess I am tired. I guess I had better do this essay if I dont want to get in one of these essay backlogs again.

Well. Bye bye for now nonexistant readers.....