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Short of checking the indie_exchange for album releases this is the first time I’ve looked at Livejournal in months. I guess my attention is elsewhere these days, relegating it to the redheaded stepchild of my Internet preoccupations. I’ve still got some love for the place, though. It's an affection similar to that of a driver’s first clapped-out banger of a car; I always remember it fondly and feel guilty when I don’t pay it its dues.

Still, life during the interim has varied between completely mental, incredibly serene and, come Monday, probably soul-sappingly miserable. The mental period was during the dissertation/finals months of doom, which I came through fairly unscathed apart from a fiery hatred for the library that equals the most irate of Psychology students. The serenity came in the subsequent weeks where I ate myself unconscious, indulged frequently and generally flicked the proverbial bean.  The forthcoming soul-sappage is the presumed effect of my new job as an office clerk, which I start tomorrow (Monday) at 9am. This is made all the more hilarious by the fact my graduation ball is tonight and doesn’t end until 2am.

I’m a little bit indifferent about the ball, to be honest. I only see it as an opportunity to get pissed with course-mates and punctuate the end of my undergrad experience. I haven’t been eeee-ing myself unconscious with anticipation or anything. It’s going to be fun and emotional and all that shit, but I’m half-considering leaving early so I’m not completely zombified for my first day tomorrow. I’ll wait and see how tedious things get once we’ve eaten. Alcohol usually cancels out boredom in these situations (often causing the opposite, to hilarious effect) but I haven’t really worked in an office before and I want to comprehend instructions given during the training period. They’ll most likely be embarrassingly simple – it’s just data entry work after all – but I’m kind of a bumbling fool in new situations. I need a few minutes to acclimatise before even the simplest of motor skills can be engaged.

This office job, by the way, is a stopgap between now and a post-grad in journalism, which I want to start in 2009’s academic year. Trust me when I say I fully intend to pack it in as soon as I can and it will not turn me into a spiritually defunct corpse. I’m probably going to read more than I ever did at uni just to ward off any cultural bankruptcy that may occur, and I’m buying a Cineworld card with my first pay-check to further avoid the monotonous banality inherent to its existence. I’m entering into it with lofty indifference and hopefully it will carry me through, protecting the carefully cultivated pretensions I’ve developed at university.