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I've no idea what they did - I heard no noises of a crash, or an altercation until he kicked off - and it's obvious this ape didn't know who he was threatening. Yet I've never seen such wanton destruction for next to no reason - I physically cannot understand how something as pedestrian as cutting someone up or driving too close to someone can install such rage in people. The poor bloke and his wife inside were obviously terrified, and I wouldn't blame them - I was parked about 50 metres down the road, and I panicked a bit. I wouldn't care to think what I'd do in the same situation (although Bill Hicks had the right idea in his insight of the LA riots - "step on the f***ing gas, man!"). I just sat dumbstruck as this gorilla pounded away his frustration before driving off, probably to stab a policeman before having underage sex with a criminal gypsy.
It's all change at the moment. I was all set to go away to a lovely university at Bournemouth in September and although I knew there was always a possibility I wouldn't get accepted (my grades weren't exactly ideal and I applied too late), I was gutted when I got the dreaded letter on Wednesday morning, incidentally around 5 days after I quit my job. So, it was back to square one - find another course at another Uni, which isn't as easy as you might think. As it stands, I'm applying to do a good course at a Uni I'm not exactly enamoured with, again with the possibility of being knocked back. If it doesn't happen, I'll be left with no job and many debts to pay. I'll have to slink back into full-time employment when I had my heart set on 3 years of less stressful education, with occasional bouts of binge-drinking and lady-conquering. This does not instill me with a great deal of joy, and although I'm more than capable of working at the publications I yearn to work for, the people with those little bits of paper with the funny letters on them will tend to overshadow me.
Of course, if Uni falls through again, then I'll be left deflated, and still very much in Harlow. There's always the possibility of moving out and getting my own place, but there's questions of money, questions of employment and questions of roommates that would need to be answered before I can venture out on my own.
I'm babbling, so I'll cut it short - I hate this place, and most of the things in it. I'm trying to change, trying to adapt and evolve, but it keeps dragging me back in. And the worst thing is, every time I sit down and try to move myself forward, apathy just drags me back in again. I guess I really just need a new start - new job, new house, new everything.
Signing off.
Get to uni or somewhere distant, and enjoy it. Like Meka said, 'Apathy's a killer', and hopefully not in the literal sense of course.
He then just stood there staring at my mate, who was obviously more than a little taken aback. He then walked to the side of the car park and sat on a wall, shaking his damaged hand.
When the police arrived, he was still there, and the police told my mate, after they had arrested the guy, that he was well known for it, had just come out of prison and obviously wanted to go back in.
So you see, madness is everywhere. But I can appreciate the want to start afresh, I'm feeling that a lot now myself. You get stuck in a stagnant existence, and feel you need new challenges and stimuli to breathe life back into your soul.
Maybe that's a bit deep but I had a rather heavy mary jane session last night and am feeling a bit philosophical.
Yes, I've got shedloads of money (well, not shedloads, but 800 quid is lying in my account right now) but it doesn't really do anything for me. I see my mates once a week, at the most (if they went out Saturday night they usually don't fancy a pint on Sunday, which is when I usually see them)
And after I fail my college course and finish this contract at work, I have to get a full time job and move out. Bah.
Only time I don't feel so depressed is when I'm getting stuff done, mostly my scripts. Even then, I ask myself if they're really going to take me anywhere. I won't be going to uni, that's for certain, since I'm failing my current college course. And if I can't even pass the lowest of the low of media courses, the uni's won't exactly be queuing up to get me aboard their advanced courses. I can do the work, I know I can, my tutors know I can, I just can't be bothered with it. And if I fail this now, I'll have to do it again if I want to go to uni later on. I miss being a teenager in high school. Sure, it was hell, but you knew what to expect from one day to the next. Right now I'm wading through dangerous new territory, and my torch batteries have just died and my big sharp knife has snapped.
I went to uni in Aberystwyth - it's a little detached from anywhere else, but very un-Harlow like. The people (generally) aren't mongs, and there's a nice beach.
So if you're looking for a nice uni, I recommed it.
Plus me, unknown kernal, SHEEPY, AliBoy and AfroJoe could take him out and get him drunk.
The nightlife is also unbeatable in the UK, with the upper class "Oi, yo have no gel on so we can't let you in, peasant" Emporia to the greatest indie club ever, 5th Avenue. ROCK ON!!!111
> Tsk, I'm not getting involved in this race, but as a friend I'd
> recommend Manchester uni, which offers outstanding courses across the
> board, from media to philosophy.
Don't mention Media Studies in the presence of Philosophy please. I brings the Philosophy into disrepute.