So, I'm in two minds at the moment... My head is saying to me that all I have achieved in my year of not going to uni is a few names to drop on my cv and a long line of abuse from the customers of the slavetrade...However my heart is telling me that journalism is all i want to do and once I get my break (which undoubtedly I will eventually right?) that's all I need to build on my career in journalism. I feel like I have taken the crap for too long, gone away and been unnoticed, RUBBISH!
So my drama of my life is to get rid of my car...Ka with more dents then me in a round with mike tyson, unreliable, ugly but the only car available from writing off my previous two days after the DVLA had certified me fit to drive the roads. I want a new one, I don't ever treat myself, EVER, i pay for everything myself, EVERYTHING. So why shouldn't I treat myself to a nice car and still used at that...Then maybe if I have the image in my mind set I'll get a break, Now I'm in dreamworld.
Journalism is so competitive, because everyone wants to interview cheryl tweedy...my fingers, toes and everything else is crossed hoping that I will acheive more by this time next year ...
She says..
S.X
