I just went for a drive and found I was a nervous, sweaty, shaking, pants-wetting wreck. After all this time spent trying to get comfortable behind the wheel so I can pass the fucking test it feels like I've gone back in time to when I was first learning how to drive. The car was a manual and my instructor was an intimidating German who moved to Australia after escaping the wrath of Bruce Willis in Die Hard. Not the best first person to share a car with. Maybe it has something to do with that movie I watched last night which had a car accident in it. Ewan McGregor was a pychiatrist. Naomi Watts was his girlfriend. It was fucking horrible. So was the accident.
Because I'm worried this blog will slowly turn into nothing but rants about movies, I've been thinking of starting another one. A film review one. A place where I can say "Hey I just watched X and it sucked hard!" But that would require a degree of effort which probably isn't worth investing since as soon as semester two rolls around I won't often get the chance to watch movies.
In the meantime, having tossed employment aside like a dirty tea towel, I've got all the time in the world. So I have two choices:
- Get another job
- Spend all my hard-earned taco money on alcohol and ravage my liver.
I'm hoping to find a decent middle-ground.
The end.
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