Well I didn't think my life could get any busier. But, you know, Sods Law, when you think things cant get any worse, THEY JUMP YOU IN THE FACE AND FUCKING DICK SLAP YOU.

You know all that free time I was complaining I didn't have? Well, I wish I was back in that situation with all the free time. Because at the moment, I'm getting five hours sleep a night if I'm lucky, working till at least one in the morning consistently, and my longest breaks generally consist of showering. When I'm not at work I'm at college, when I'm not at college I'm working at home. End of. Because we have a deadline for the hardest project I've ever had to face.

The data I gathered for this mocap project was a mess. I slog away at it at college during the day, and at night I go home to do 3D work (I would do the mocap work at home, but I don't have the software I need). I spent hours and hours, at a ratio of about one hour per second of footage, only for my lecturer to decide that the data was so bad it was practically unusable, and I had to gather up the HND students via text to beg for their free time. It all worked out well, but the data is still crapping up and isn't actually much easier to sort out than the last lot I had.

Of course, to get through it all I've been using really healthy coping techniques, such as eating Pro Plus like candy, and smoking like a chimney when I'm stressed. Because there IS NO TIME TO CHILL OUT. I fail this module, I fail everything. Full stop. I may as well sit on my ass for the rest of the year. I really can't understand how people in class are not seriously freaking out and putting the pedal to the metal. I mean a diet of Pro Plus and fags can only be good for you, amirite?

HOWEVER JOYOUS NEWS I quit my job at the shoe store. I seriously couldn't take it anymore. All the shoes, all the stickers, all the fiddly rules and particulars that you would pretty much be burned alive at the steak for not following. The people I work with are lovely, but it's all the stupid rules. And also, one of main reasons, it's because it's so fucking cold in that store. I kid you not. We have to have the doors open no matter the weather, so generally you're just sorting out shoes, or sitting in one place reading through paper work, and you just slowly get colder and colder until your thumbs go numb. I. Can't. Do. This. I finish on November 30th. I'm gonna celebrate with fireworks.