Damn it Craig. Be better.

Since we last spoke, I have left St. Anne's forever. I realised why I wasn't all that upset or wierded out at the end of term: I am ready to move on. This happens at every stage of my life, normally just before relevant exams start, so that it happened in the post-exam period this time around is a bonus.

I spent a couple of days in Wales, and then a couple in York visiting my brother. I noticed one very odd thing. A group of his friends get together, and one of them says "lets do this thing, at this time" and everyone else says "OK" and then they end up all doing it. Wouldn't that be an interesting way to live? The other thing that I learned is that everyone he knows, more or less, are musical taste clones of each other. I don't know why Apple haven't released an iPod that already has the albums of Keane, The Bravery, Kasabian, the Kaiser Chiefs, and whatever other fashion band happens to get a bit of Radio One airplay that month. It would save everyone from the effort of having to rip the exact same CD collection to the identical playlists. In the mean time, there would be blank iPods....

Wait, let me just do this. Walking down the street today, I dropped my iPod and it scratched. Now all my music skips. This was really annoying because I also ripped all my CDs too thoroughly, and now they're all blank.

...blank iPods for those of us who actually give a shit. The Bravery are from New York, The Bronx are from New York. One plays shit-hot hardcore punk, they rock and sweat and bleed their music. In the meantime, the other has a big label album, a slot at a large summer festival, and whine like the little bitches they are. Who makes these fucking decisions?

I had to do a couple of night shifts last week. They are fine, but it isn't going to last, so I've got a new job at Allsports. It's pretty OK, especially if I can get the hours. Otherwise, I'm going to be one poor student next year. On the plus side, I might not get a good enough grades to carry on next year, so I will then have more time to find some corporation or investment bank or consultancy firm to sell my soul to.

Craig