The next big thing? Not...

So I've registered my interest in being amongst the next batch of Optus Sound Scribes (no Birds next time- but on the plus side, at least I'll never have to endure seeing them with my bogan neighbours. Score!) However, given that it has only been a mere ten minutes since, in retrospect, I realise that there are numerous problems associated with my bandwagon jumping:

1. The next 'big band' will be the next 'big sell-out'. At least my lovely Birds have earned their place in the spotlight for a time (no matter how much it is to my selfish chagrin). But, let's just be frank- come next year, or next month, there will be another hype band to headline. Let's just thank fuck that it won't Powderfinger ever again.

2. I've learned that journalists- regardless of their speciality- are amongst the lowest paid individuals ever. Everybody suffers for their art, but upon learning the measly sum that trainee journalists receive per annum, I decided to study education instead- which is proving a hindrance considering I'm starting to like the sound of joining the police force (only I don't drive- fuuuuuck!).

3. I'm an overly ambitious person who is also rather proud. No matter how well known an individual or 'celebrity' is compared to me, I'll still consider myself equal or superior to them. I might as well be the one being interviewed given my egotisticalism (is that even a word?). Let's face it, music journalism- no matter how decent my linguistic skills- will be a little bit of a step backward.

4. I'm with Telstra. Damndamndamndamndamndamndamn!
I may just stick to occasional freelancing and leave it at that. I have slightly higher aspirations, I suppose.

Eep.

I don't recall wanting to die of embarrassment so badly.

You see, I live with the most careless and assuming house guest. She befriends those decades younger than her out of desperation, and then assumes she can bring them back to the house. Currently the house is in a state of...well...mess. She doesn't care in the slightest! She's an embarrassment to this house, and half of the mess is her doing.

FUCK YOU DION.