Exactly What I’d Expect.

Friday, 30th November 2018.


I woke up late. I know this because the first words my mum said was, “I’m going into town. I’ve been up for hours!“.

I then received various calls.

  1. Face to face job interview for the job in Chertsey. Monday morning, 9.30am.
  2. Interview for network supervisor. Camberley. Tuesday, 16.30.

Its kinda productive, for me. Even though I did nothing apart from talk and agree. It’s a positive movement, I suppose. That’s the way I have to look at it.

It’s a morale boost at least.


I’ve been put in my place. How dare I feel positive about anything! I don’t know how agencies work! You’re only 12 years old!……, etc, etc…..

I was only trying to show I wasn’t just sitting on my room doing fuck all. Oh well! You can’t please the walking dead.

Fuck it. I’m going to Carter’s!

Tomorrow, we list Ebay stuff. That’s me and Louis I mean.

Saturday, 1st December 2018.


After pushing the realms of decency way too far last night, I am now back at home in bed. It’s pissing down outside. Fuck getting everything out of the garage for Ebaying. I’ll just lay here instead.


I forced Louis to get up. Lazy teenage fucker! Anyway, he is happy because I gave him tips on RDR2 Online.


I have moved my body as little as possible over the last few hours. Apart from my fingers(PS4).


1st world problems. I’m sick to death of risotto. It just looked like rice pudding.

Alright. It’s made for me but I’d happily cook dinner if I was allowed. I’d probably set fire to myself……being only 12!



Sunday, 2nd December 2018.


An uneventful day. I took pictures, measured, cleaned all the bits of furniture my dad wants to sell. I got Louis to help.

Apart from that, I achieved very little. I chose a suit for the interview. Did a little research. Y’know? Pre-interview stuff.

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