you probably think im a negative person

okay, so i'm on the train and i have the urge to type i also have ironman-blacksabbath on repeat so i'm kind of angsty. i'm not going to rant about the state of public transport because thats exactly what it is, public, and the general public is filthy. filthy minds and filthy dress sense. i cant get over the amount of kids at college who find it essential to parade around their yellow upside down smiley face bags. i really don't fucking care that your stupid enough to spend $400 dollars on a pair of tsubi, or should i say ksubi, jeans so please restrain from killing my eyes and heart and corrupting me with your horrible lifestyle
anyway, the reason i wanted to write was because today was my first taste of a deadline. we had a press conference today and then we were sent away to fight over a computer and type up the first three pars of a news story. a few things annoyed me about this assignment. you see, the teachers are looking to see if we found the "right" angle. isn't that just stupid? i would personally look for the student who picked the most unique and clever angle instead of some institutionalized little rats ability to point out the obvious.
shorthand is ruining my life. we weren't allowed tape recorders so i had to resort to my terrible hand writing. between trying to decipher my scribble and trying to choose what was important i also had a spot of trouble with the century old computers our college provides. i managed to stomp on some heads and sit my bum in front of a machine but the bastard wouldn't let me log in. after a long tussle with the admin staff they provided me with their log in's and i got to typing my story. my $20 grand doesn't cover paper, so i had to pay to get some out of the photo copier, which was empty and spat me out a lovely A3 sheet which was fucking useless.
anyway, thats all submitted and done, i also managed to complete my radio assignment in time which is wicked good since the piece of shit task was so uninspired and dull.

i can barely breath right now, some one on this train just opened a container of the most vile piece of matter i've ever seen/smelt. i'm almost ready to vomit all over this here screen.

i'd like to take a moment to thank the lord for podcasts. i don't believe in the lord but i'll thank what ever is keeping this world on its toes. or possibly the inventor.

i had a million other things i wanted to write but they've slipped my mind. in fact i think they've just been pushed to the back or swept under a rug. all i can think of is i hope my baby is safe! i'm also thinking about industry experience. i haven't lined any up and i'm getting a little worried. i think i fucking hate every editor in this planet. i hate a lot right now, but i really really hate people who get back to me once and then not again to confirm. time wasters! i hate hate hate time wasters! but i guess i'm queen of wasting time, or maybe i'm just queen of procrastination.

this whole entry makes me sound like a fag again. i hate when this happens.
hate hate hateeeeeeeeeeee hate ahet ahetuyagsd hataaararaaata hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeee666

oh and, during the press conference we had to take a photo to accompany the story. now for all you photographers out there, please tell me how you would have handled this situation.
-subject continually moving talking and not very good looking
-class room lights (no filters provided for camera and camera isn't digital so don't even mention white balance
-in a class room, hardly a professional setting for a press conference photo
-a billion sweaty teens standing on chairs and getting there heads in the shot
-no zoom function on camera
this is probably the worst situation i've been in. no way possible anyone could demonstrate a bit of creative flare in that situation.

im not even half way home, id like to be home. my room and mind is a mess. i'm not sorry i wrote an incredibly negative and lengthy blog. up your fucking arse to majority of this world.