£44.50

Yesterday got me thinking, should I go on the dole? I could quite happily live off £44.50 a week and it would only be until I got a full-time job sorted out, which hopefully shouldn't be too long (c'mon KeppieMassie!) It does seem strange that I can afford to go to Milan for a long weekend whilst considering going on the dole! In fact I think I'll pop down to the JobCentre to try and claim my money. I might even get a housing benefit!

Today, I am bored and tired. I'm thinking about heading to the shop to purchase some sort of food, I also need a coffee to wake me up. I must also get travel insurance but that can wait until tomorrow methinks.

Air conditioned gay clubs and other assorted happenings

It has been a week since my first ever visit to a gay club (honestly, there has been no reason for me to go before!) Anyway, I was highly impressed by how well the air conditioning worked - keep up the good work! I was also impressed by the service at the bar and the fact that I could've pulled a straight girl as well (could've pulled a gay guy as well, but he tried it on at 3 in the morning - I'm not gonna be anybody's 3 o'clock pull, gay or otherwise!)

Not really too much going on at the moment, but had a job interview for KeppieMassie yesterday which went well, so I've got my fingers crossed for that one, because it means that I'll be able to work and live in Liverpool - M62!

So to Milan on Thursday and sex in a new country - sesso hardcore!

Mood swings?

What the fuck is wrong with me? Shaking uncontrollably from time to time and generally being a twat, this is what has become of me. Grrr, to being unemployed - I need something to do.

If you don't cry...

...it isn't love. I'm listening to this masterpiece by Ladytron and I'm wondering to myself whether it is true or not.

On the subject of love, some people say those three little words without meaning it. Some people say it perhaps too often, which then leads me to think, can you say it too often? Does it take away some of the meaning, I would like to think that it doesn't. I wonder what L thinks of this, would she prefer it if I didn't say it as often? What about the people that wish they could've told someone just one last time?

Maybe she didn't want me to tell her so soon, did that change her outlook on the relationship. My mate once told me that you fall in love three times in your life, I wonder where that leaves most of the population, perhaps his theory is flawed, or perhaps we've told told people without actually meaning it? Grrr, to this intense rational feeling of like. What it does to you and how it makes you feel. This is great and scary, perhaps I now know how L feels about our relationship. I've been in a long relationship before, but this has something else. I'd like to say commitment, but my previous relationship had commitment. A future, is probably a more accurate way to describe it. L and I have probably come further in little under 6 months than H and I got in 3 years. Makes me wonder where L and I could be in two and a half years time? As L herself has put it, I could be the one, but there again we could split up over something completely trivial. I have to agree.

Irol babes, x x x

My name's Martyn and I have a drink problem...

Why, oh why do I need/have to drink so much before I leave the house for a night out? I had 8 beers in two and a half hours on Friday, before sleeping for a couple of hours, then once I woke up I had a third of a bottle of JD, straight! Is this normal? Then when I was out I matched the others drink for drink, which was about 4 vodka and lemonades. What is wrong with me? I do however, feel as though I have found the reason for me losing weight, my liver has disappeared! That's what it is, damn liver. Grrrr!

I vomited a little on Saturday morning. Just a little.

Another thing which is fucking up my head is the fact that I'm having very vivid dreams as of late. The other night I dreamt that L and K were smoking heroin, and I, in my wisdom, thought that the best way to get L off the smack would be to beat her over the head repeatedly with a glass ashtray, needles (hah!) to say it worked, I think I may have also killed her. Oh well, I suppose smackheads don't deserve to live. If only I could get near Pete Doherty with a glass ashtray.

Hmmm!

I've lost weight and L's eye is gimped

Now there could be several reasons for me losing weight. Firstly, it could be due to me having beans on brown bead toast with grated cheese for breakfast everytime I stop at mine. Alternatively, it could be that I'm eating less meat since I started dating a certain vegetarian. Or, perhaps , I've got a disease or illness that is eating me from within? Who knows? All i do know is that I have lost weight. I use to be a 33" waist for ages, then I put on a bit of weight at university and went up to a 34", now I've plummeted to a 32". Yeah, that's right, PLUMMETED!!!

L has a gimped eye.

Whilst writing this blog I have also been on MSN talking to my old housemate, Benhttp://www.weddingcrashersmovie.com/crashthistrailer/index.htm?id=21023 This is the kind of thing that Ben does, but I must admit it made me piss myself. Ju, my other housemate is the other guy, the one with the 'tache'.

That is all.

Friday, Saturday and Sunday - Collectively known as the weekend

The ball was alright. A nice way to finish off my three years at university. The meal was fantastic value for money, L and I also managed to swindle some wine from other people which was good. L looked stunning.

I didn't do anything apart from drink and talk, the only time I moved from the table we were sat at was to go the bar or to the bathroom, as it was far too bloody hot to do anything else. As Morrissey would put it "Good times for a change."

Had an uneventful weekend which was pleasant. Today starts another week, got a job on Wednesday evening working at Anfield. Yes, L's and mine working life might start to have a disastrous effect upon our relationship!!!

I am still unemployed (barring this temp job on Wednesday evening.)

Graduation, Wakefield and unemployment

Graduation the other day was thoroughly enjoyable, though I'll save the details as I can't be arsed to tell you everything. The ceremony was nice, I looked alright in my graduation threads. Had a nice meal but then L's Indian stalker spoiled the evening somewhat and thinking back now I'm still pretty upset. Next time I see him I'll point out a few things. It's a damn good job I don't hold grudges!

Though things are looking up, surprisingly! Damn Wakefield, it's the arse end of the world. Anyway, missed my 10:22 train to Leeds by about 20 seconds, damn you L for keeping me in bed and forcing me to do nasty things - GRRR! So instead I got the 11:22 train and managed to get to Manchester without any hassle, that was to change when a Welshman got on and sat opposite me. He proceeded to tell me about London, at which point I knew very little. Then after pointing out a family that looked Indian, said that they were responsible; God bless his racist soul; fucking Welshman.

Then he proceeded to tell me about how he was shagging this bird, how he went out and drank himself silly the previous evening, how he likes to fight, blah blah blah! If I didn't know he was from Wales I swear I would've thought he was just a simpleton. But I suppose the two go hand in hand, don't they?

So I got to Wakefield with about 20 minutes to spare, but I went on Multimap the previous day to find out where I was going and everything was coolio. So I walked to where I thought I was supposed to go but the company wasn't there. Fuck. It is worth noting that my mobile was also dying on its arse as I hadn't charged it, so in order to preserve battery life I only switched it on as I used it. I called the guy who was meant to be interviewing me but only got through to the answerphone. Fuck. So I decided to leave because at this point it was 14:20 and my interview was meant to be at 14:00. Fuck, fuck it with a big fucking stick.

I left my phone on at the station and managed to get a text from the guy. Breakthrough. I called him and he said he would pick me up from the station. Bingo. So he picked me up in his BMW, grrr! He's a BMW driver! Anyway, we ended up having the interview in Sainsbury's. Surreal! Blah, blah, blah. Anyway, to cut a long story short I've got a second interview, but he's thinking about putting me in sales, which I could live with, after all, I do like wearing suits.

Tonight is my graduation ball, which should be fun, and I get to wear a suit again - fuck the tuxedo.

In other news:

I am still unemployed.

Unemployed filth!

That is what I will officially become today, once my graduation ceremony is over. Can't even get a job at a call centre!

Life. Why do you mock me so?