johnny's journal of jest

i was stupidly knackered last night, the stress of my resit n the travellin had taken it outta me. i went training with chasetown. i gotta bit of stick for goin back but i quite enjoy the banter there n i really enjoyed the session as i hadnt played for 2 weeks.

as for my resit, wot a trauma? i got off the train in durham n all i could think was, wot if i dont come back? the thought scared the shit out of me but i kept tryin to dispell the emotive side of it and tell myself that the only thing that mattered was whether i knew my stuff or not. i think it went ok, never can be sure but the guy who runs the course is still a prick. for 3-4 yrs in a row the same question comes up, i revise for it n suddenly the git went n made it 5 times as specfific n twice as hard. then in the resit i said fuck his question, i'm not revisin for it after last time bam the easy question is bk n i cant remember how to do it. also where was pyrzborski's question, he teaches two courses i'd revised both n he doesn't have a question on the paper. oh well, if i've failed the resit i'm gonna torch hunt's haus.

weekend, i'm not playin footy at the mo but things change. i'm hopin to play poker at a casino on sat night and on sunday i'm headin up to manchestor to spend a few precious hours with awolfia. howl

till next time

was determined to show them in training today, only hoped my injury wud b ok. unfortunately it wasnt. so i fucked off into sutton, sorted out a new phone n then went to see mark play. got paid by CT which i was pleased at cos i thought they might skank me. and bonus i won 25 quid on the card. feel tense and frustrated, gonna hav a few drinks. y not?

was in a stinkin mood after yesterday. id been miserable on the fone to my wolf which was a little unfair cos she was down too. today at work was better, did sum more interestin stuff. gonna sack footy tomoro, if he wants me to rest i will. feel like gettin pissed but shud do some work.
go on england

day one i hate thursdays, always have
ten hours of graft, with a building site full of people who cant speak. u get irish pixies talkin 19 to the dozen, u got albanian potato farmers talkin about pussy all day, a foreign boss, a jamaican co worker who barely speaks or understands english and the rest of the site seemed to hav had there social skills removed. i love it. back to social skills, my manager at sutton cud do with some. u turn up lookin fwd to a game n he reads outta list of whose playin n i aint on it. i ask him n he tells me i've got a knock (sneeze), like will smith i'm alergic to bullshit! i tell him if im injured, fair enough i hav a little knock but why let me turn up. i'm probably gonna sack it off. if he thinks he can get a better right bk good luck to him.

does anyone else think thursdays shud be scrapped? ive never enjoyed em n always feel tired, bring on friday.

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