Berrycakeness

I tend to begin blogs with “It’s been a while, so I thought I’d blog”. Quite silly really, but it’s true…I tend to leave a large time gap between blogging and then blog everyday for a week. Meh!

So this blog is about the future. It’s grim, but it’s something that needs to be addressed. I’ve asked many of my friends what they are going to do after university, and not one of them has an idea whatsoever. I don’t expect them to, but it really makes me scared. I still have two years left, assuming all goes according to plan, and after that…I really don’t want to go back living with my parents et al. So, what happens next?

A job, anything but being a librarian because, I’ll just end up being the keeper of books for all eternity, probably grow a beard and shrink to 2ft 3.

Somewhere to live. Who with? I know who I’d like to live with, but I don’t think it would happen somehow.

Then there’s love, marriage, babies and of course, death. Hopefully not by ingesting a bookcase just to keep the books safe from the evil ripper-uppers from the South West of London.

I’m thinking the whole future thing is running through everyone’s minds at the moment, causing torment and worry, with the added worry of a ridiculous student loan and the potential of having a useless degree. What a waste of squillions of pounds that would be. Hopefully, Biochemistry will treat me well. Not in the afterlife though. I see exponential graphs and chromatography and the devil himself torturing me with porridge.

Yes, porridge. What of it?

I’ve never been much of a life planner, I kinda make it up as I go along…like cooking, coursework, exams, general conversation and this blog. This should make me unpredictable but it really doesn’t. I’m boring, safe and boring again. Actually, I’m lazy. Though I did clean up today…even if I was trying to escape from doing some work. See, I combat laziness by being pro-active about cleaning…wooo…I’m a daredevil!

Though I must say, I used to know exactly what job I wanted when I finished my degree…and now I’m a little confused. I’d quite like to be a science journalist, but I’d probably end up in a squat waiting to pick up job seekers to pay for crack. The drug, not an Irish prostitute. That would be craic.

I would like to go into research, spending my days/nights in a corner with a test tube and a pipette attempting to grow a brain. I’m a natural hermit…and I’m odd, so being a research scientist seems to suit me. I’ll be one of those scientists who finds out useless facts that you read in the Metro “dogs bark and cats meow. Two different languages. They cannot communicate with each other”. That kinda shit.

In a few years time (most likely when I update this blog again), I’ll inform you of what I’m up to. You won’t care of course, you might not even know me anymore. Or want to. There are only so many insults I can deliver, and so many people can take before they decide to hold a grudge. For some, it takes longer than others. You guys are my closest friends of course.

Well, back to bed. If I dream of my future again I might have to stay awake forever. The dreams haunt me. *shudders*

Gnight jitterbugs (you put the boom boom into my heart…) xoxo