So I'm back at uni, back in Glasgow. (HUZZAH!)

I must ask myself why I'm chosing to update my journal at 2am. I should be sleeping as I have class in the morning. Well done, Ches, well done.

Looking at my previous journal titles, I'm wondering whether I have not gone somewhat insane. Someone shoot me next time I come up with such crap. But I'll stop on that subject before I become one of those whingey bints who goes on about how shit their journals are, etc.

So the Ches has a job now. Yay! Monies! However, Primark is not the epitome of awesome work places. I spend most of my shifts folding. What the hell is up with that?

Also, if you are going to complain about queue lengths on an obviously busy day, don't blame the poor staff. We are trying, and the reason we have only two or three people on the tills is quite possibly because we are goddamn understaffed and because fuckwads like you complainers are bringing in 700 items into the fitting rooms and we have to spend pretty much all day constantly emptying the fitting rooms else we'd have no stock in the shop at all. So quit your bitching and deal with it, don't goddamn shout at me and ignore anything I say and then storm off leaving me holding an armfull of shit you can't be bothered waiting 20 minutes to pay for.

Clearly I'm having fun yes?

Also,if you've never heard of or seen the mini series 'Lost in Austen', do so. Hottest Darcy ever. I wants him. So keep your mitts off. >:1 Apparently he lives quite nearby so I could feasibly stalk this fellow.

Finally: Seeking applicants for a Time Machine crew. Mission is to return to the 16th century, prior to the death of King Edward IV and insinuating ourselves into the company of His Majesty. Then siding with Queen Mary and finally Queen Elizabeth,and living as royalty, inventing things early and generally baffling historians for centuries to come. Only the serious need apply. ABSOLUTELY NO TIME WASTERS.