Hugs and kisses from the girls and the boys
We get it automatic…
This jungle is massive
So please don’t be so passive
Be aggressive, impress us
And they will get the message
Yes, your father, he had it
For us it’s automatic
Yes, it’s magic, dance magic
Oh, it’s partie traumatic
Do it!
Oh, this planet is static
It’s not our demographic
We are steppin’ galactic
And just a bit satanic
Yes, your mother, she hacked it
For us it’s automatic
Yes, it’s magic, dance magic
Oh, it’s partie traumatic
Do it!
Hugs and kisses from the girls and the boys
We get it automatic
Live like champs, though we’re unemployed
We get it automatic
Stay the night and you can have some grits
We get it automatic
Sure, you’re right, this song is the tits
We get it automatic
So it’s time for one of those shitty personal blogs, which no one really cares about but I’m gonna do it anyway. This week has been manic,started writing my statement for my FMP, which i am really excited about!
I’ve been worried all week that I’ve upset a friend, but we’ve sorted things out. I went out last night, and got too drunk, and today I had to be up at 7 for an interview, which is bad as I came crawling home at about half 3 this morning. But it was worth it I had a really good time, even if I looked super rough during my interview…
Then today I had the news I’ve been dreading for weeks – a rejection letter from UCAS saying my application for CSM has been unsuccessful… I’m really devastated, and I have no idea what I want to do, London is where I belong. Though it’s probably my own fault for changing my mind 2 hours before I had to send it off, then re-doing it The university I visited today looked really nice and I would go there. But at the same time I guess I could try for internships, ask CSM what I did wrong, and apply again next year. Or I could go to a closer university, for my degree, then aim for a masters at CSM. I mean which ever university I go to will have the capabilities to improve my skills, There’s just so much more of an opportunity in London, and I don’t want to stay in the hell hole I live in now, where when i asked for fashion books in the local library they handed me a book about Ugly Betty…
So yeah I’m feeling sorry for myself
FML
