Blogging is the new facebook

Whenever I have actual uni work to do, I always find myself on here instead. I have started using facebook less because of this blog, something I never thought would happen. I wonder if I could make a book out of all my blogs, a sort of Bridget Jone's diary, but from a working class Brummie with 3 kids? Do you think it could work? There has been plenty of terrible books published, so I guess it could if there was ever an agent stupid enough to take me on.

I would be pretty unhappy if my life was easy, I have realised that lately. I seem to thrive of being stressed and busy, that's just how I roll guys. During the summer months I'm literally counting down the days until life returns to normal, essays, essays and more essays. I have done something a little bit stupid, I have applied for a job (which I can't really fit in at the moment but I want my own financial independence rather than relying on my uni loans and Steven's money) and I have an interview! The job would suit me down to the ground. You know when your out in a club and some twat sticks a camera in your face, and then asks you to buy the photo for a tenner? Well that's the job. I would be taking photos of drunken people on a Friday/ Saturday night and then trying to convince them to buy it. Maybe if the staff uniform was a cheerleaders outfit I would sell a few..... Then again.....

I have also applied to four local secondary schools to offer my services helping the kiddies read and write. The reason for this is I want to do a PGCE, and I want to teach English at a secondary school. To do a PGCE you have to gain some experience in a school. I thought, I might as well start now. I have worked at a primary school before, but I need secondary school experience if I want to teach the bigguns.

I have also been busy sending my little stories off to various competitions, oh how I would kiss your feet dear reader if I won!

Been a very busy bumblebee ain't I? That's how I like it. Jeremy Kyle and knitting just isn't for me.

I have realised that Lewis Maull is the male version of me. He doesn't look like me at all. Yet he seems to be able to read my mind, and I can read his. Very creepy. We are both Taurus's maybe that has something to do with it?

What do you think Lewis? Anyway, better get on with some actual work. I love reading everyone's blogs they make me smile so very much.

Bye bye xx