Motivation Such An Aggrivation.

Sum 41 were completely onto something in penning said track. Absolutely everybody with the capability to breath comes to a point in their lives when you have to make defining decision. I'm desperately craving some sort of epiphany where i mentally combust and all future decisions i currently have to make on university and what direction i want to take my life will theoretically formulate in my eyes and i will no longer torture myself over Oxbridge or doing something spontaneous like escaping abroad that i'll later regret.

I am just SO bored.

I thought my weekend of retail therapy and ridiculous pedestrian escapades would cure some self doubt, but no, i'm only further twisted by mindless consumer mentality and general 'would-you-believe its' of world news. I am totally sick of the 'multiple talent' fashion in celebdom. Sophie Dahl has recently published a piece of fiction about teens losing their virginity and the irony of me being totally bored of them trying to do something new and exciting for themselves just kills me. Surely a celebrity of all lifeforms to grace this planet would accept they only have to be good at one thing. Before we know it George Bush will be releasing a fragrance that smells like piss and David Beckham's greatest hits will fly off the shelves at £2.99 a pop.

In the 5 or so minutes its taken me to write this article i know exactly what i want to do with life, i'll marry someone who has to be creative an intellectual, austere but with a tinge of uniqueness that makes me want to shave my head to fit in. My dress sense will never change, nor will my passion for reading in the bath and completing puzzles, we'll own a city house and i'll be a professor in English history to the extent any establishment will be licking their own balls to have me teach there.
Wait, i'm gonna do a Dahl and write a novel on that shit.