Just sayin'

2011 will be my last year of university*, I’m probably studying the wrong thing for what I want to be later in life and will be back studying in 2014, but fucking finally! I’m far to consumed by movies and as a result far to anti-social, whatever, people will always be around. I’ll be the one who doesn’t notice a zombie apocalypse until a week later. 

I’m a pretentious asshole, so you’ll probably hate me. I’m fiercely loyal (yes, yes, you’ve heard that from pretentious assholes before, but I really am) I want to live in America, but I discovered they don’t have V so that has just shattered my entire universe. 

I own a coastal carpet python, she’s two and a bit and nearly taller than my mum, funny shit.

I don’t want to live to old age. Yes, I know, life is precious rah rah rah. I just don’t believe that quality of life can exist for so long. This isn’t some emo cry for help cos I’m oh so depressed, I just don’t want to. I’d never end my own life, hopefully God or Satan (most likely Satan) can do me a solid.

I don’t go “out” an awful lot. I rarely enjoy it to be honest. I don’t see the point of spending money I don’t wish to part with on entry and drinks when I can bum around home with drinks that I don’t have to pay for. Maybe it’s anti-social. I don’t really care. I can get 10 movies for the cost of a decent night out, fuck.

I really want a dragon. I would call it Smoulder and we would terrorise the neighbourhood together. I live in the ‘burbs. It’s great. I can see into other peoples backyards. The next door neighbour has one of those trampolines with nets, my goal is to steal it. 

*In case it matters I do a double degree of journalism and literature