Corey Haim died today, bit of a surprise but more in that it didn' happen years ago. Odd really, the fickle hand of fame and it's twin in fate. I saw a picture of him as he's been looking recently, jesus, you'd never know he was the same person. It was a bit like the other day when I saw a photo of Judd Nelson at the Oscars. He's looking not too good either. Haim was such a fall from grace that it's been painful catching glimpses of him like when he popped up on tv talking about the lost boys with his brain frazzled by years of abuse and seemingly punch drunk, or when he sold his wisdom teeth on ebay. He sold them while they were still in his head. Deary me. Well, here is to Corey Haim star of The Lost Boys, you lived too fast but didn't die when you probably should've and left a shell of a man to cope with the darkside of celebrity. May god see fit to keep our spare Corey alive for years to come.

I had one of those odd moments today in the office, one of those moments where I wish I had some little tape recorder on me so I could leave the room and record whatever anyone says when I’m gone. I suppose normal people would call that a bout of paranoia. I have thoughts like that running through my brain often and I have to mentally take myself to the side and explain how fucking weird and creepy that would be and entirely wrong of me. It’s like some battle of the wills at times, I’m not sure I’d want to know what people said behind my back. I might be more disappointed if they said nothing at all.

I don’t know what it is about my trousers recently but I’ve been having no end of problems. Just to give you more information that you need but I naturally dress to the right (my right) but in this state I find I am showing a bit too much and have to manually shift to the left only it never stays put. Think this is another part of my paranoia session?

My plan about getting through my data input by taking it home to organise it in advance has worked a treat as I’m bringing a lot of my concerns to heel, I also got the budget sorted (8 months later) this week, and so I’m actually a lot brighter about making it through to the end of the year without crashing and burning. I’ve not heard back about the portfolio course yet and not much about the designer job either. I’m getting a little bothered about the latter as I’m finding that as I go about my usual tasks I’m taking pleasure in knowing that it’ll be the last time I have to do a lot of them and I’m not sure how I’d feel if in august I had to do another year of this. I don’t hate the job but having this fall through would maybe cause me to see it in a different light.

Last night I had an adventurously silly dinner. I couldn’t be bothered making anything properly, and once again I’d forgotten to defrost my chicken, so I hatched upon an idea. I would cook the two spare sausages I had and some onion rings, split the two sausages into four long strips, place on some toasted outsiders, spread branston pickle in the middles, drape with grated cheese and then cover in baked beans. It all worked splendidly, even if I maybe over did it with the beans. I’m a genius in the kitchen now it would seem. A soild gold, 9 carat genius.

I have suffered, all be it indirectly, a lot of selfish folk recently. The student selfishness is a given what with their inability to hold doors open or say please and thank you, but I had a horrible bus journey today with lots of annoying kinds and their more annoying mothers. They all had that Jacqueline McCafferty quality too them and one of them and her massive amount of kids managed to cuase me to miss my stop because in their wisdom they saw fit to block the way off the bus because they'd be getting off two stops down the road. Fucking ANGER! And then as I'm walking along the road having just gotten off the bus I saw that some guy in a white van had parked diagonally at a corner and who didn't seem to give a fuck that on his van was a ladder which then jutted out a good few feet onto both of the roads he was parked between. Some poor bastard coming over the hill could've been killed by that. For all I know they was someone. Bah! BAH!