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    <title>ejaculaterazors @ 2008-02-04T23:14:00</title>
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    <lj:music>Stop at Nothing by Dying Fetus</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Wow, oh my god, I'm posting.  It's been a while.  I thought I'd join the depressive posts by starting with the swapping of a smoking habit for a drinking habit.  I can't help but feel that unless I do something, in a very short space of time, I'll be able to look back at my smoking and seriously wonder whether it was doing less damage.  Never mind. Tomorrow night I'll work on neither.  Can't let Jen be seen with me any more overweight than I already am. Why do all the good things in life make you fat, impotent or unfit?  God has a lot to answer for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, let's move on from depressing shit.  Good things in life.  I have an offer for medical school.  It's not quite "Come join us in September", it's "Come join us in September if people we thought were better than you bail on us".  Which is fair enough.  Out of 350+ applicants, eighty-odd places, I'm 17th on the waiting list, with a guaranteed place next year.  It may not seem much to all you terminally high-achieving Camfordites out there, but I'm feeling pretty groovy about it, considering I did 2 sciences for GCSE, none for A-level, and scraped my way through the GAMSAT on the back of an English degree.  So yeah.  Fuck everyone who thought I couldn't, and fuck the people who think that where I've come isn't good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is good in life (Conan)?  I've joined a good work friend in his band's side project.  As vocalist.  Don't laugh.  I'm actually a good singer according to some people.  Mainly said during drunk and manly hugs after close pool games (I love going out with work friends).  I hope it all pans out.  The job itself isn't too bad, I'm about to get a pretty large pay rise if nothing fucks up, so hey to me.  Might actually be able to afford to go to uni again by the time it comes around.  Plus side is that after the first year the DOH will pay for uni fees. Only thing they're good for as far as I'm concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, it's getting late, and you've all had far too much of an insight into my personal life.  So I'm going to say goodnight and maybe I'll post again in the next six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike&lt;br /&gt;xxx</content>
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