Ambition

I'm on fire with these blogs tonight, but I suppose I've got to make it up to you. I've been up all night as the curse of the night shift worker rears it's ugly head once more. Current time - 06.30. Should I go to sleep?

Anyway, sleep is not the topic of this blog, instead, it is ambition. Ambition is something I have deeply lacked in recent years and probably something I will never have. I've learnt to accept that fact and frankly can't be bothered to work on getting it. Other people though, mostly friends, have buckets full of it and good for them. Even if some of them have unlikely ambitions. Bear with me one minute ... I have a nosebleed.

*Runs to sink*

Well, that was eventful. I looked as macho as Mike Tyson with blood all over my face. I would like to point out that it was the effects of hayfever and having the window open all night and letting pollen leak through the window that causes my nose to leak red stuff all over me.

Where was I? Oh yes. Ambition. Some people I know have ambitions to become lawyers or doctors or vets or prostitutes .. ahem ... and that's fine, if it was possible and it isn't deluded. Take for example a friend of mine. I won't mention any names but his name starts with S, ends in T and has something a baby sleeps in in the middle of it. Try and work that out and let me know if you get it. However, he wants to be an astronaut when he grows up, (literally), and he has a grand total of about 1 and a half GCSE's and took 6 attempts to pass his car theory test, (notorious for it's easiness), so seeing him drive a rocket ship to Mars isn't really feasible. Also, a friend of mine, wants to move into his own house and thinks he and his friends can do it on a minimal budget of about £500 a month. Ok, if you don't want any water or food and want to freeze to death in the winter then you could live there for a month? Sorry man, but you gotta re-think that!

Some friends I have certainly have the potential to be what they want. I know a couple of slappers who would make great prostitutes, but on a serious note, how can you lot have the ambition to work at it? Surely the temptation to think, "To hell with it, lets go party", is too much to take?! Given the option of staying in revising the functions of the aorta, (aren't I just so cool!) or going to a mahusive party in the outskirts of Reading... isn't the choice easy? I know I'll regret not having any ambition when I'm 39, stuck in a dead end job with not a lot of money, but right now I don't care because I have all the money in the world to do what I want. When you're all 39, you'll have the money but it will go on your kids' education. And then you'll regret not taking the easy way out. And yes, I do realise I am just continuing my rant from earlier, but I'm bored. Get over it.

My life is much better than it was in the winter. Summer brings out the best of me, namely my blood. The gorgeous weather coupled with actually having money and a car means I can do what I like when I'm not at work and not restricted by the budgetry restraints that even the government are having to contest with. I am the richest person in the world. Apart from Bill Gates. And Justin Bieber. I was happy-ish last Summer aswell, especially after exams, but the Winter before that was horrific and this winter wasn't great either... Maybe the Sun does help. That's the warm thing in the air, not the newspaper.. no wait.. The newspaper helps aswell. Especially a particular page..

A scientific fact for you then. The Sun, (both types), helps with your mood. I should become a scientist. Nah, I can't be bothered.

Cya x