Broke, bored and fed up

I woke up extremely late today, having spent most of last night chatting on VOIP to one of my mates over in the states before playing a bit of BF2142. Of course, this was made extremely difficult by the fact that i’m currently using a woefully inadequate graphics card – my X1950 is back for repair (again) due to a temperature issue. Dave, or “Hat” as we call him, is a good bloke – he granted me access to a few journals I needed whilst writing my dissertation. Don’t worry, my university has a subscription, but their access is dire and many links are out of date - so Hat wasn’t breaking any copywrite rules. It just made life much easier.

Problem of the Day #2: I need a job

Since finishing uni, these late nights and late mornings are getting more and more frequent. I need a job so badly – i’ll be moving back to Coventry soon to get one. I’m going to miss Wolverhampton though, i’m going to miss it a lot. But within a few months (hopefully) i’ll be renting my own place with my best mate, and going back and forth to some temple of boredom for 8 hours every day.  Looking forward to the cash, and the whole ‘New Life’ thing, but it’s all just to get a bit of money to do a graduate program in International Relations – it won’t be a career or anything. I love international politics, it’s just so interesting.

 

I feel really sorry for my friend inn. She had her heart set on going to the Download festival this weekend. Instead she’s broken out in chicken pox and, presumably, is feeling worse and more itchy by the day. She’s a great character, always seems happy – even when it’s clear that she is deeply troubled – and always makes an effort. Even so, this must have come as a real kick in the pants. I would have invited her down to Wolves for the weekend for a few beers and barbeques with the guys, but I also lack immunity to chicken pox. I wouldn’t really care about getting it if it weren’t for the *ahem* personal complications that can arise from adult males getting it in their twenties or later.

Well, i’m off to Coventry in a few hours to chill in the City of Peace and Reconcilliation. It probably wouldn’t be called that if the guy who gave the city that moniker had seen areas like Hillfields and Wood End, but still, it is a nice city. Outside of the city centre, Cov is so green and relaxing, and I just need somewhere like that right now. Wolves has been good to me, but it is nevertheless a rather grey and bland backdrop that tends to rub off on the lives of those who live here.

Just typing this has made me look forward to leaving Wolves behind, only to return for the occasional Poker night or Party with Rafe – my strange, bedreaded housemate. Roll on Coventry…