scattered

This is going to be my attempt at a non-depressing post.

My friends were thinking about meeting up on Monday/Tuesday to go Hyde Park or something. Only problem is I don't know if I'll be working. Hopefully not. I hate working. No explanation required.

I could make a good film critic. No I couldn't. I've figured, people who have "good taste" in films, music..etc. are just people with a lot of time on their hands. AKA losers.

My thoughts are so scattered.

When I was working at Madame Tussuads, Sonia, the girl/woman there was saying how she did Biomed and how she should have done something artsy instead. It was a low moment. The thought that maybe I could end up like her, shitty job, boredom. It's realistic.

But that wasn't the point I was trying to make. So much for not being depressing. My point was, could I have done something artsy instead? No. Couldn't have worked. I don't have the talent. Only the exceptional make it in those fields.