:: Dogs Den ::

:: Thursday, May 08, 2003 ::

First of all, I guess I might as well explain why I’m writing this. After all, it is really quite at the heart of the whole matters. Basically, I once wrote a online diary a while ago, but, due to time, and lack of things to write about, I stopped. Collage work, and boredom consumed it, and I just gave up. Since these times, my free time to be able to actually write these has increased, though the bore and lack of interesting things in life didn’t make it possible to continue. After a while I forgot about it all. As for now, I was reminded of online diaries, and I thought about it. The time is right. I shall explain.
I’m at a crossroads, so to speak, and I’ve ventured about one third way through it, still undecided on a path. Not only that, but time is running out, ever so slowly. Exactly how I’m at a crossroads is education: I’m reapplying for collage, to be precise a Higher National Diploma in Animal Care. Now, the problem is money. I’ve been, and still am, spending 6 months saving up one thousand pounds, for the collage expense. You see, since I am 19, I’m no longer allowed free education, I have to pay for it all. I was thinking one thousand pounds would help cover half of it. How wrong I am.
Last night, when I went to the interviews, I found out a vague cost of applying and living at collage for two years. It is high, very high. In fact, it could be up to fifteen thousand pounds. Possibility above £15 grand.
So what do I do? Well, currently I have ‘Citizens advise’ scribbled on my arm, to see if I can claim money due to low wages at work, to help. I’m also considering a fair few loans. But mostly, I’m hoping.
There is one thing I can do, and that’s make believe. What would happen if I get the place? I’d work Saturdays at Tesco, that’s sure, for extra, well, any cash, and make SURE I pass.
If I don’t get it? Well, I’ll become a model. Seriously. A few months ago, I went to a modelling agency, to sign up at a talent seeking show, all 14 stone of my weight. I did it one third for a laugh, one third to laugh at the failed slim models behind their backs, and one third because… well, I don’t know why. I was brought in, and after ten mins, I had a ‘no wait’ application form written, and accepted. Seriously. I need to cough up £150 for professional photos to actually get a place, but if I don’t make the money back when I work, they will refund it. All I have to do it just turn up with that piece of paper they gave me. I’ll be doing that every so often on Saturdays, and yup, working at Tesco weekdays like I do now.
Another thing I’m worried about is a pal, Nacro. He’s got… a… situation, and I guess I’m just concerned.
So, now have a nice little piece of writing on my arm saying Citizen Advise. I’m gonna take it…

comment :: Ash 12:26 PM [+] ::
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