Hi. I'm Matt. I'm some twenty-something. I have vague dreams of being a music journalist. Either that or a Rock Star. I haven't decided yet. I mainly just post random shit about stuff that I like or things that have happened to me in my not-so-thrilling day to day life. I'm kind of a nerd, but an awesome one.
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10th February 2012

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Making plans for what you could spend your money on when you win the lottery is a good, fun way to spend the evening until the sudden, inevitable realisation hits you that, even if you did buy a ticket every week, chances are that you will never win the lottery, and if you do, it won’t be more than a tenner anyway. But still you make those plans anyway because you never know. You hear stories all the time of people not much older than yourselves buying a ticket and winning £43 million so if they could win it then why the hell couldn’t you? After all, it is random so for every time you don’t buy a ticket saying that you’ll never win anyway you could be pissing away a winning ticket, and thus pissing away the very plans that you spent your evening making. They aren’t even elaborate plans like buying a yacht or travelling around the world or moving to California. Just simple things like buying a modest car or a new pair of jeans or that Green Lantern statue that you thought was really cool if not a touch expensive for what it really was. You can’t work out if it’s a little bit tragic that, even with more money than you can even comprehend having, there isn’t much that you could really consider spending ridiculous amounts on. Or maybe it’s comforting that you don’t need to fill your life with expensive crap that you don’t really need. Instead you’d rather buy a nice, reasonably priced house on the outskirts of town and maybe a small apartment in Edinburgh or somewhere like that so that you had a place to stay when you went there but you could rent it out as a holiday home or whatever.

Not that it matters, because no matter how wrapped up in the admittedly modest dreams you have of being a millionaire, you still aren’t going to go out and buy a lottery ticket tomorrow morning and even if you did, chances are you still aren’t going to win. But even if you do splash out that extra pound on a ticket and you clutch it in your hand as the numbers are drawn, knowing that you probably aren’t going to win, the disappointment that you still feel when you only manage to match one number is enough to put you off buying a ticket for another few months, until the topic comes up again and you make some slightly different plans and get yourself all excited again.

Or something.

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