Oh hai!!

That’s right; I’ve decided to start blogging again. Hooray! This decision comes after spending some time thinking about my future and what I’m actually going to do once I leave this happy little bubble of apathy and buffoonery which I call University. This is, perhaps, something I should do more of, given the cesspool-like state of today’s economic climate where very few people leave university with any prospect of a proper career. For example I know a guy who came out uni with a pretty good degree in robotics who is now spending his days serving the brain-dead population of Hemel Hempstead at Tesco’s. My own sister has a 2:1 degree in Journalism and now works as a receptionist at a pharmaceuticals company. Needless to say, this unfortunate situation is not what anyone expected. These individuals are supposedly the educated elite of tomorrow. But having spent the last three years of their lives working fucking hard while being forced to live like shit, they are not pursuing lucrative careers in what the excel at. No, they are instead working depressing jobs in an attempt to work their way out of a hopeless debt situation from which they have seemingly taken very little. So, as a student of English Literature, which is undoubtedly a ‘mickey mouse’ subject, my job prospects upon leaving university are decidedly bleak.
Thus, I have started to consider getting internships and work experience to fill up some space on my CV and make me look somehow appealing to an employer. The internships I’m looking at mainly circle around journalism and publishing, and these people seem to like bloggers. So here I am, sitting in my shabby little room, listening my Black Flag vinyl (original pressing baby!), trying to think up some witty anecdotes to write down for the amusement of whoever happens to stumble across it.
About a year ago I started writing a blog, I’m not entirely sure why, and in it I wrote that one of two things were likely to happen: Firstly - and what I thought to be most likely - that blogging would become yet another pointless waste of time. It will become wildly addictive like facebook, smoking and Farmville, and serve only as a distraction from doing anything remotely constructive with my time. It would probably lead ultimately to my failure at University, and a completely pointless debt situation from which I will have taken nothing but hangovers, some meaningless pieces of paper and some disjointed ramblings on the internet. Secondly, that I would lose any interest in blogging and it would become yet another idle piece of information clogging up my computer. I was right in one respect, which I suppose is a small victory for me. I did indeed lose all interest in blogging. But now that interest has been rekindled by my own overwhelming fear of what’s going to happen when I actually have to leave my fuzzy warm little uni life and face the real world. Those of you who were enthusiastic, unfortunate or bored enough to read my last blog might recognise some of the stuff written in this one, including the title section (original material by Charles Barker, I’ll have you know). That is because it is lifted from my old blog (you can find that bad boy here), mainly because I can’t really think of anything else to write at the moment. I guess at first this blog is mainly going to be made up of stuff from my old blog and ramblings I’ve made while alcoholically enhanced or on sleepless nights when there was nothing else to do but scribble whatever bullshit came into my muddled little noggin. So excuse the disjointed nature of what’s written here. So yeah, here it is, make of it what you will. Love love!