sacrificial_lamb

Just moved house, will my dad moved house and I finished school and will be living there till I get a job (if I pass/graduate I'm not hopeful) and it's so much smaller that my parents old place my room is full of boxes of shit that I horded over the years and I have been throwing out things, I hate throwing out things, I'm a hoarder. But all the books that my mom had insisted on giving me nearly every year. This might not sound like a bad thing to some people but I'm dyslexic and trying to read large volumes of txt feels like beating my head against the wall, and I get about as much out of it. I don't miss them at all but I do feel bad about getting rid of so many of them (some still shrink-wrapped). But in moving we also do not yet have the internet and I'm missing it so. I'm on now back at my flat because I have to look after degree assignment displays. The class each have 3, 3 and a half hour slots that wee have to sit about welcoming people and turn them on in the mourning and off at night

Not that I posted last week so you would not know how bad I was feeling then but I'm feeling better now any way, I was working solid for the full week and not the half ass effort that I might ordinarily pass off as work "working solid". I started with an all-nighter than had about 4-5 hours sleep to 2-3 (at the end) a night and finished with another all-nighter to finish of my degree assignment that was severely lacking mind you I still think that it is lacking and hate every thing about it right now. But tomorrow I find out the grade I was given, will if it's been posted which it should have been but I'm rather apathetic(I love that word) about it all now and hope I never get my marks. After all this I have also become very disillusioned with graphic design and have been questioning why I have done it.

I feel as if there is more that I need to say but I can't think of anything and I refuse to read back over it all to see and it's getting late.