Ah points 6 and 2 made me giggle.

Top ten ways to trick yourself into saving money

Though personally I should just freeze myself, that would save me money while I’m defrosting.

Okay, so I decided to increase my web app stuff, and decided to give ‘Remember the milk‘ a spin. It’s basically a kinda cool online app for to organising to do lists. Since I decided I wanted a GTD app, then decided against a desktop based app because I’m very ‘on the go’ minded, as I like everything online so I grab at it from anywhere, I eventually settled on this site.

Bob had already mentioned remember the milk to me a while back, though I’d already read about it on lifehacker way way before that but never felt the need for it. Now I’m trying to be proactive I think tis a good idea yar. Plus the cool thing of being able to integrate it into my gcal makes it a very wise choice indeed. Essentially I can task manage from my gcal without needing to go into the RTM site. Sweett.

In other news, I’ve started to drink more coffee, though I’ve determined I’m a latte drinker, not a coffee drinker since I had a coffee for lunch and it tasted like shit, then I had another latte from the italian and it was bloody gorgeous. I think I should totally check out this latte scene, I mean I’m still mad on tea don’t get me wrong. I had a bloody awesome brew after my tests yesterday - brew from tea leaves and not bags always seem to taste better.

I’m still in a financial crisis, so the best thing I can do now is try and reduce the damage as much as I can. Fortunately I’m on my new hours from next week, so this means I can cut out costs on food, therefore my main costs will be on petrol. Unless I get a full time job - then the damage limitation will be better. I need to push to make money though, must must must, the key is in the money.

Hehe had a slight banter earlier on twitter about needing to win the lottery, and Bob suggested we used the numbers in Lost to see if we’d win it, though I pointed out I was already unlucky enough as it is!

Right, am busy-busy, but first…photos…

Urgh, just when I thought I just about had everything under control again, everything has started coming undone at the seams.

I am now pretty much screwed financially, as according to my bank I’m no longer a graduate, so yeah - bye bye interest free.

Fuck.

Plus I’ve been encouraged by the folks to go work my way up a company till I get into ‘management’ (as apparently I have no chance in hell to do what I did at uni as a job now) - I don’t want to get into management, I don’t want to be in management, I don’t drink enough alcohol or flirt with people for starters. Management are for people who want to be in management - they can go dance rings around each other, just leave me out of it.

No no no, it’s all going wrong, it wasn’t meant to beeeee this way, I wasn’t meant to be here two years on, I was meant to be somewhere else. London, Paris, the WORLD - I could have ended up anywhere but I’m still here.

GArrr.

I should be more distraught than I’m currently am, though the way I see it, I know it’s just life trying to shove me a little, it’s upsetting my little micro sense of false stability to try and provoke a reaction out of me. It knows I only save my ass if the situation is a desperate one and if I don’t save my ass then I’m screwed.

So basically, this means I won’t be spending money, having any form of social life (par that which is already planned), oh and I’ll be trying very hard to freelance* the fuck out of everything.

Ah…why can’t life just let me have a breather for once. It’s once thing after the other, unemployment, chicken pox, financial crisis yada yada.

(* No that is not an euphemism for something else)

I’m actually considering getting dressed today. Since I’ve been slumming it about in the same clothes for the past two days.

So the day so far, improvement!

• My brother returned home from holiday and mocked me, and he laughed at me when I explained that only I could get a contagious disease three days before I was due to go stand in a field with hundreds of other people, and then said jokingly I could have caused an epidemic. Thanks bro
• I can eat normally again hurrah! As of sometime yesterday my sore throat had magically resolved itself and I can eat solids without the fear of horrid horrid pain. Yes my jaw and general mouth/throat area still ache but at least it’s not pain
• Nick rang me to let me know bout my ticket, it doesn’t sound good so far, touts ongoing prices aren’t promising at all, but I’ll see how he gets on
• I picked off a scab from my chin today, it doesn’t look like that pox will scar, cool
• My hair is so manky it’s horrible and though I can’t wash it, brush it or anything I’ve ran my hand through it to feel out the lumps and the scabs. Mmm scabs.
• I’m getting wayy too much sleep, as I have way too much excess energy to know what to do with it, watching stuff and films is wearing me out accordingly
• I don’t seem to be getting feverish any more

So yeah, not bad, and I’m about to hit upon the hardest part of the illness period mentally - everyone is at Download now, I hope they have fun, no really I do. I’ll have to catch them all at Reading instead.

So yeah, the PP as I was on about yesterday begins today, I’m money hungry at the moment - my aim is to try and place myself in a position where I can start earning freelancing money. It’s odd, any amount of money doesn’t feel like anything really unless you start thinking about it in terms of things you enjoy.

If I start making websites, one job could be the price of another festival ticket, two jobs could mean two thirds to a dslr camera, three jobs that’s a reasonable holiday right there.

When you start thinking about money not in terms of amount, but in terms of things you want out of life then it has a whole different meaning - it gives you a whole different drive. It makes you not want the money, but want THOSE THINGS.

I know I should be all grown up and start worrying and preparing for the future now, but I just think that hey, now is now and then is then and all I ever will do in my life is spend my last penny on winging it and frivolously on the things I enjoy. Because what’s the point in or having to endure this horrible existence if you can’t enjoy life’s little pleasures? Oh don’t get me wrong, if (Big IF) I have kids, I’ll make sure they’re all sorted for the future you know - but me, nah I’m okay, just floating around.

Wooo I’m wearing REAL CLOTHES AGAIN!

Hellloooo pay day. Now…to struggle for another Thirty Days and Nights till the next one. It’s weird, I’m so tempted to go all out balls mad right no, but I can’t :(

Hopefully I can use this pay to sort out that pc box. I think I might have to slash some prices on a few components yet again. It would be nice to have a supped up machine but I can deal with something that’s reasonable. Anything has to be an improvement on this sodding thing.

Then I have to pick between buying a camera kit bag or an itrip for this month…I think I should really get the bag..but itrip would be dead cool too. But I can live with my current fm transmitter for the time being.

Can’t wait for a new pc, though it scares me a little to think I’m going to be building this machine and I hate hate backing up and trying to set up a pc to just the way you like it again. It’s like you never get it quite the same again do you? Plus I always seem to miss something and then delete it all like an idiot. Grr.

Ah I woke up feeling just this big sense of woeful sighing in my head over going in to work, I just really really didn’t fancy it this morning. I feel kinda antisocial and reclusive right at the mo, the sort where I being chirpy and bright and stuff isn’t my cup of tea at all. In fact I need me a good book to hide in. Speaking of which, I’ve read all my currently brought books - dammit I need new books.

Ah…30 days till pay day…

Am skint. Really, really, really, skint. Stupid petrol that did it.

Shit shit shit.

Come on pay day, only 11 days to go.

What is the meaning of this? You ask. I don’t know, I really don’t know. It’s was a Sunday, anything can happen on a Sunday.

Why is shooting someone with a usb rocket launcher remotely rather satisfying?

Why is yelling FAIL and EPIC FAIL also rather satisfying?

I need a weekend away, (again) those weekends are good. Also I want gigs, lots of cool gigs, then again I’m about 75% certain I’d be ending up at both Download and V this year as the interest in both by people seem to be high. V Fest will also be Gem’s 21st Birthday weekend too, so ya know, would be silly of me not to bother,

I just need funding. But I have no money and never seem to ever have. Urge to buy stuff has faded, I think I’m in student mode again - where if it’s not food or petrol or phone credit then I shouldn’t spend.

Le, bloody, sigh.