Spiderman is awesome

I refuse to switch to the new version of blogger simply because it is being shoved in my face so much. Every time I try to log on, the adverts get more and more abrasive. I don't want a Google account, either, Google is a search engine and nothing more, dammit.
Having a crap week. Biking is alright, but I forgot that Greenwich park closes at 6pm in winter. It's not that much of a big deal, but it adds five minutes to my journey home.
Another reason this week is crap is because I cannot WAIT for it to be over, so it feels like the days are passing extra slow. I had a day off Monday and it still feels like the weekend was ages ago.
Parents are pissing me off, but what's new there? I must also admit that I'm being a prick to them, but that's just because I can't be bothered to make the effort anymore. They don't make any effort to be nice to me unless I'm nice to them first, and they are supposed to be the mature ones. I don't like respecting people just because they are older. If anything, people should respect their youngers (which probably isn't a word) because we are the ones who are going to be in a position of power when they are dying. Damn thats harsh, and I don't mean to sound so extreme, but I'd rather have mutual respect than be forced to respect someone because they have been alive for longer. I don't care that much, but when I start ranting...
I'm REALLY looking forward to seeing Alissa, it's silly. I sicken myself at times. But WOO less than three days!
I saw this today:







I like it because I feel the same way quite often.
Christmas is almost here, I'm dreading the amount I'm working around Christmas. I still fucking hate this job more than any other period in my life so far. I would REALLY like to find a new job, but it ain't easy. I just want this year to be over SO BADLY. A third down, I guess (fuck off am I keeping this job when everyone's finished their first year at Uni). Although I s'pose the money factor is going to make next year so much easier, and I'll have quite a bit of money to have fun with in the summer, whether it be numerous holidays, a new computer, or just a shitload of drugs, I'm sure I'll enjoy it. Perhaps some combination of the three could work...
I'm quite impatient, as you may well know, and waiting for June to come is like fucking Chinese water torture for me.
There's a client of the company I work for who's name is Ching Ching Cheung. There's loads of them with amazing names, actually. Some guy's first name is Ashit. There's also someone called Gaye Whale, Wai Wah Cheung (possibly related to Ching Ching Cheung - I just wanted to say the name again, hahaha, I think his parents may have been taking the piss) and people called Welcome and Memory. Pretty much the only good part of the job is laughing at all the dickheads' names.

The silence is deafening.