I can't find any words of wisdom or song lyrics to put in here at the moment as I'm feeling very gassy and it's quite uncomfortable.

You know I keep trying to do something artistic but whenever I open Photoshop nothing good comes of it. Nothing I think worthy enough to keep. So my page has lain rather dormant recently, recently being a loooong time. In fact I haven't posted a journal in 6-7 months.
I need inspiration or a kick up the ass, whichever motivates better. My exams are in a week, maybe after them I'll find a muse or something. But then that most dreaded of words will starting floating around: job.
Every job I've had sends a shiver down my spine when I think back on it, that cannot bode well. Why can't the quiet second-hand book store that I dream off exist? It would be nice easy going work, I could take my laptop with me and it would pay decently. Doesn't have to be great, I can squirrel my money away pretty well.
I do have a grand (€1,000) in reserve which was for traveling but that mightn't be happening now. I don't need a lot anyway, €400 to cover tuition fee's for college and money to last day-to-day expenditure to around late January. Then I start work experience for 6 months, which will be payed work anyway. But next year, college year I mean, means that I won't have the opportunity to travel or visit anyone. By the time work experience finishes 4th year will be about ready to start.
Work experience scares me, we should be sent in a group and hopefully can get a house or something. Band together for our own safety, both in work and a city we've never lived in before. Either the nice cultural Galway or the dirty crowded Dublin. I'm hoping Galway.
But here I am rambling about myself, whatever has come over me. Sam must've given me something.