It's funny how time passes.

It has been over a year since my last entry. In that past year a lot has come to pass and change. I took up smoking twice since then. And then went on to quit twice. Yes, I am no longer a smoker! I'm also back at University. That could be construed as an attempt to rectify my life. A sort of half arsed effort to being a better person. Don't be fooled; I still drink too much, avoid forming any kind of discernible sleeping pattern and then there's the wholesome fact that I managed to get a job which I kept for a year only to indirectly fire myself. I left due to varying reasons not even worth your time or mine to peruse the finer details. Urban Outfitters, however, are shit employers.

And that's a lot of what being 21 has shown me. A lot of things in this life are, shall we say, less than grand. In fact, practically everything is far from it. We all come to terms with the manageably annoying and the dull or dreadful. It's easy to switch off the television because there's nothing good on and we all have the choice to listen to the music we'd like to listen to. BUT what about public transport?

I pay somewhere up to £10 a day on getting to University and back. Trains. Ugh. In the mornings, I feel like I'm being shipped to a concentration camp. I shouldn't have to pay a fiver every day only to have to stand up like a battery chicken, with the newspaper of the man in front of me in my chest and the crotch of the man behind me digging into my thigh. 7.55am "Uddingston to Glasgow Central", fuck you.

And then there's the bus. I'm almost positive that the only reason we run bus services in Glasgow is for the sole purpose of sheltering the servile, vapid, useless scum that are always prowling down the back seats. "Don't sit near the back", you say? I HAVE to. When you're graced with monstrously long legs then you have no options. It's either sit up the back and be spat upon or sit near the front, sideways, and have everybody look at you like you're one of the backdwelling socially inept gobshites! 255, fuck you.

Anyway, before I go on any longer... I'll have a top rated albums list for 2008 with reviews, songs and honourable mentions. And I'm considering listing some of the better moments of '08 too. Everything isn't so bad, hah.