Average Bloody Average

2010-08-11T07:23:00.000-07:00

I am one for complaining and if I am honest its because I love it and I don't have anythiny better to do.

I am painfully average and this is not how I ever imagined myself at 24, I did have a clue though. I was an average child, average teenager and now a bloody average adult.

Rather unsuprisingly I am single, a little bit chubby, spend most of my time jobhunting (the kinder way of describing myself as unemployed) and most of my friends want to kill themselves, oh yes and before I forget I live with my mum and sometimes I even get pocket money.

Pathetic.

Hmm, Just trying to think of the of something positive about my life. Well I never have that Sunday feeling, cos yes you've guessed it I never have to go to work on Monday. Probably the only joy of unemployment. Oh just thought of another, I can get wrecked all weekend because I have a whole 5 days to replenish my insides before I do it again.

Just to give you the full picture I will explain my entire week and hopefully it will shed even more light on why I am miserable and dull.

Monday

Alarm doesn't ring, I don't have a job.

Depending on how the weekend went I will either get up at 11 or 2 make snack and watch TV. Facebook. Make another snack and have a nap. Facebook
During this late afternoon nap my mum will of hopefully arrived home from work and will make me dinner.Facebook. I will get up for dinner, it will now be about 6.30. My mum will try and make polite conversation with me but I will ultimately respond with "I told you not to speak to me, I have nothing to tell you, all I do is sleep and eat" I will then pretend to listen to her talk about her day. Now thats over I will go back to bed watch more TV and go on facebook, breaking for snacks and nap until 4 in the morning when I have a long sleep.

Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday

Alarm doesn't ring, I don't have a job.

Depending on how the weekend went I will either get up at 11 or 2 make snack and watch TV. Facebook. Make another snack and have a nap. Facebook
During this late afternoon nap my mum will of hopefully arrived home from work and will make me dinner.Facebook. I will get up for dinner, it will now be about 6.30. My mum will try and make polite conversation with me but I will ultimately respond with "I told you not to speak to me, I have nothing to tell you, all I do is sleep and eat" I will then pretend to listen to her talk about her day. Now thats over I will go back to bed watch more TV and go on facebook, breaking for snacks and nap until 4 in the morning when I have a long sleep.

Friday

Alarm doesn't ring, I don't have a job but will get up at 11 (early start)

Today its time to wash and get dressed, only in preperation for going to the pub, which I will spend the day counting down the hours for.
I will also be feeling very sick complete with a giant food baby after eating the entire contents of the fridge and cuboards during the week.

The weekend

This will be filled with many trips to the pub, drinking enough that its shocking that I don't end up in A & E on a weekly basis. Lots of smoking and enduring my friends calling me pig, bum, weird and creepy.

I will make every effort not to travel into London as seeing any of my happy successful friends will send me into a self loathing pit of inner turmoil.

After all this thus the week begins again.

One word

LOSER.