Winter +1

31st of October, Halloween, and we get an extra hour in bed as the clocks go back in accordance with GMT, so naturally I am using it to stay up pottering about. The true end of the summer, and beginning of the dangerous pot noodle and whisky endured depression or perhaps not. Different on this occasion as I feel am on my way out of a rut, rather than dropping into one. The promise of an eventful November is keeping my spirits high, Deftones tickets in one hand and boarding passes to Geneva in the other. Studying was never my forte and that's not going to change in the next year, however, I am excited that the potential to enjoy the experience is once again tangible.

Proud of my friends making movements towards their goals. Just took a few hours of a fresh environment to clear my thoughts and put life back in perspective. I think I will a lot more from now on. Keep the blood flowing.

Love.

Too much bread.

The original subject of this note was the amount of money I have blown during this world cup. I am finding it hard to put in words my thoughts on this, so instead I would just like to comment on the amount of bread I have been eating recently and my reasoning behind it.

Bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner. bread with jam, bread with meat, bread with roast pork, bread with egg, bread with beans, soda bread, baguette, brioche. I never really bought bread until about a year ago. Now all I do is eat bread, I have concluded that I am making up for 3 years of bread deprivation.

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I am down 60 quid from rubbish bets. I have decided to stop now and work instead of taking ridiculous chances. If this world cup has proved anything to me it is that football betting is a mugs game. My main disappointment is the feeling that my team could have thrived in the conditions if we'd only qualified. Maybe in the Euros. Either way, keep the goals coming.

opposing opinions

Far too much of it to be honest. Who am I to say what's right?


p.s. I got a new desk today. It is too good. Better cause my brother helped me build it. Then he finishes and is just chillin, and of course my mum walks in and comments on his interaction. I understand at times why he feels frustrated. I do the same to him often. Why we always picking on the little guy?