Oh. My. God.
I've just sold my first article to a magazine in the UK! If you've heard of Neo Magazine (UK's only anime/ Asian culture magazine) then in 2 months' time you should get treated (or tortured) by my viewpoint on GTO. All for the princely sum of 3.50. And 30 for me, hurrah!
In other news, I am still awaiting my degree results. Luckily i'm in the position to say all i'm worried about is if I've got a First or a 2:1- jammy I guess. Less jammy is the fact that
Crewe doesn't love me.
Derby doesn't love me.
Edinburgh doesn't love me.
Gloucester doesn't love me.
Hartlepool doesn't love me.
Kent doesn't love me (but I hate Kent back anyways
).
Manchester doesn't love me.
Northumberland doesn't love me.
Warrington doesn't love me.
Just a selection of the places that have rejected my reporting job applications. Heh, journalism is a bitch
Then again, I knew it would never be easy. I have a cleaning job til September but after that Lord knows- anyone have a vacancy on their local rag that needs filling by a kick-ass reporter that can dress smart when she absolutely HAS to? I can do shorthand and everything!
God, that sounds desperate. But yeah, I am.
In other news today I spent the best part of 3 hours outside London Victoria rail station trapped on an overcrowded and broken down train. It was quite fun to be honest- some indie kids whipped out an acoustic guitar and started playing The Smiths and Art Brut's We Formed A Band (sample line "hey look at us, we formed a band!"
) One passenger described it as "like Cliff Richard at Wimbledon", giving it the older stamp of approval, heh heh.
It was all fun and games until we got reprimanded for being "too jovial" by another irate passenger. Well, it's better than crying I guess.
Laters everyone, don't let the bastards (or train companies) get you down
I've just sold my first article to a magazine in the UK! If you've heard of Neo Magazine (UK's only anime/ Asian culture magazine) then in 2 months' time you should get treated (or tortured) by my viewpoint on GTO. All for the princely sum of 3.50. And 30 for me, hurrah!
In other news, I am still awaiting my degree results. Luckily i'm in the position to say all i'm worried about is if I've got a First or a 2:1- jammy I guess. Less jammy is the fact that
Crewe doesn't love me.
Derby doesn't love me.
Edinburgh doesn't love me.
Gloucester doesn't love me.
Hartlepool doesn't love me.
Kent doesn't love me (but I hate Kent back anyways
).
Manchester doesn't love me.
Northumberland doesn't love me.
Warrington doesn't love me.
Just a selection of the places that have rejected my reporting job applications. Heh, journalism is a bitch
Then again, I knew it would never be easy. I have a cleaning job til September but after that Lord knows- anyone have a vacancy on their local rag that needs filling by a kick-ass reporter that can dress smart when she absolutely HAS to? I can do shorthand and everything!
God, that sounds desperate. But yeah, I am.
In other news today I spent the best part of 3 hours outside London Victoria rail station trapped on an overcrowded and broken down train. It was quite fun to be honest- some indie kids whipped out an acoustic guitar and started playing The Smiths and Art Brut's We Formed A Band (sample line "hey look at us, we formed a band!"
) One passenger described it as "like Cliff Richard at Wimbledon", giving it the older stamp of approval, heh heh.
It was all fun and games until we got reprimanded for being "too jovial" by another irate passenger. Well, it's better than crying I guess.
Laters everyone, don't let the bastards (or train companies) get you down
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Yeah, I'll turn it into my space as much as I can, given there's no walls