RECORDING. I do not want to see you for a long time. You, stupid little red sign, are representative of the cold, dry air. The tense atmosphere. The stress. And the fucking door that will never accept my fingerprint. All that negativity aside, it was pretty fun working with Marucs on our show: LEET SPEEK!

I am completely and utterly bored out of my mind. Scouring the internet for entertainment till three in the morning and then sleeping till two in the afternoon. It isn't exactly the party lifestyle I aspired to lead.

But this is real life, not Entourage. When there's no schoolwork, you get real work. Some shit $5.50 job at a fast food joint would probably give me something to do. And put a little bit in my wallet too. Unfortunately, I am not willing to go home smelling like fried chicken for $5.50 an hour so I'm hoping for my old, more lucrative job. Transcription for my neighbour. Unfortunately, again, last time I did it I was slightly tardy with the work. So I'm not sure if she'd want me to do them again. But I'll ask her anyway when I go return her DVD and novel.

I actually feel guilty since everyone else I know seems to be working or searching for a job. The only thing I've been searching for today is new screenshots and gameplay videos for Fuel. This new racing game which looks like an incredible way to waste a week of my life. Unfortunately it comes out in May, which is forever away and my Xbox is dead.

So as far as entertainment is concerned, Video Games are a no go. But all is not lost! I am visiting my friends from Drama Club tomorrow afternoon. They are a great bunch of people and one of the few things I miss about Secondary School. Save the Chicken Curry Noodles perhaps... Oh and yes the great Friends and Teachers of course.

But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't troubled. Music, as always, is my Paracetamol.