Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Finally, some measure of relief. In an attempt to reduce my mounting worries systematically, I went into town today and converted my account into a final year student account, by informing the bank that I was now in my last year having dropped the sandwich option many months ago. I also declined the vegetarian option. This allowed me to spin the usual web of sympathy and lies to ensure that I got an overdraft extension which should last me well into the next few weeks, assuming my rent comes from somewhere. So, once I’ve sorted out the exam tomorrow, I guess I’ll look for a job.

I went into town with Nikki, of course. We went up to Starbucks and had a drink with Rachel, before I absconded for the above grovelling. With this complete, Nikki, Rachel, and her boyfriend Seb arrived to congratulate me on scamming the bank out of its cold hard cash, and we went to the comic shop. I spoke briefly with Seb about a comics as we perused the racks, but to be honest it was just getting us laughed at by our respective partners. I did suggest Rachel bought the new TMCM issue though, which I finally got around to finishing reading earlier. It’s good, etc. Nikki and I walked back home in the rain, and then I met Ian and George returning from their exam to go to Tescos, where once again I forgot to buy ice cream. Tomorrow, I’ll remember. Probably.

I set up a g-mail account this morning, after Nikki procured an invite. I initially wasn’t bothered about one so I left it a bit later than I could’ve, but then I changed my mind and figured I should probably get in as close to the ground floor as possible, and set one up. It’s an exclusive ever-growing bunch of geeks who enjoy to pat each other on the back and talk about how great things are with their new toy. Not entirely unlike iPods, really, though they cost a ludicrous amount of money for a glorified walkman, so I feel my integrity can remain. I do have a mild concern with G-Mail. Google will check each e-mail and offer targeted adverts when it is being read based on the contents - if you send a short e-mail about going on holiday, whoever reads it would be linked to travel agents, if you read a mail about a new album perhaps, the reader would be linked to CD shops, and, I’m assuming, if you were to attempt to organise the use of drugs, bombs or guns, the FBI would kick down your door and shoot you in the forehead. Still, that aside for the moment, if anyone wants a g-mail account, then I guess you can request one here. I don’t have any invites yet, but to my knowledge, I’ll be getting at least one in due course. My friends will get preference but I’ll consider any of my faithful readers for the g-mail treatment.

Also, to round this off, I was alerted to this interesting story about the Knight Frank website, which isn’t normally something that would interest the teeming masses reading this blog, but I’m quite amused by it; I can’t say why. You can probably tell if you’re on the ball though.