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2002-11-20 at 9:28 a.m.

 

I'm bored. I'm aching for something new and exciting to do.

-I want a new job
-I want a new tattoo
-I want to get back to studying
-I want someone to give me enough money to buy a house.

Let's review:

New job. Well, it's possible. But I'm making it difficult for myself by deciding that not only do I want a new job, I want a career change. Hell, a career of any kind would be pretty damn muff-divingly exciting at the moment. Small problem. I have no idea how to get a job outside of my industry. Hmmm. I have this crazy fool ambition to do a job that actually gives me a feeling that I'm contributing to other people. Right now, there's a great big void where my helpfulness is floating.

New tattoo. Well this is just tempting, tempting, tempting. I've had the design for three years and I get it out and look at it every so often and I still love it. So maybe I will. When I mention it to Mr Me he screws his nose up though. Meh. Men! I like having tattoos. I have two. Both pretty small and this one is pretty big. At the moment I have the kanji for 'sincerity' on my right arm, and some crazy dancing aliens with targets on their bellies on my left arm. They need some work though. But they are crazy and dancing which I like. The new one would be a Japanese dragon that would be climbing up my arm and over my shoulder.

Studying starts again in February. Social Policy here I come. Look, I'm even doing a lefty-liberal course. Yay me! I should be glad of the break, but my brain is bored, bored, bored.

Someone giving me money to buy a house. Look, a girl can dream can't she? Isn't that what a diary is for?

That's it, enough rambling.