Packing

Of the putting stuff in boxes variety thankyouverymuch..

Eeek..
How the hell did I inherit so much crap over 8 weeks?
Like really.. It's insane.

What's more, how am I going to make it 15kg? there's just no way it's happening guys.

I suppose that packing should be quite a reflective activity really. Like, the symbolism of packing your effective life into boxes, suitcases, whatever. Seeing what you've gained [a whole load of shit in my case] and so on.. Giving you time to think over the little chunk of your life that's just gone by..
It's weird to think that my first term of uni has just happened. And I'm not entirely sure it was what I thought it would be. Like it's totally awesome, but like, I only have 8 more terms left ever! and if they all go this quick... I'll be a slave to a corporate machine in no time =(

I wonder how much space everything that matters to me in life would take up. How small it could be compacted with the proper arrangement of item, which combinations are most spatially efficient etc. And what size and shapes concepts would be...
Speaking of which.. did I tell you about Crazy AIDs guy? [CAG] He doesn't have AIDs, and he probably isn't crazy, just ignorant. [NB Crazy AIDs guy is different to AIDs guy who doesn't have AIDs either but is actually very nice.] So anyway, FWL and I were out in the cold asking people to Stop AIDs, as you do. And I do the whole 'would you like to stop some AIDs today?' and CAG walks over and says, 'I think the whole thing could be stopped with a little abstinence', which is fair enough.. I then pointed out that in an ideal world yes, but realistically, once someone has AIDs it's probably going to be passed on..So drugs are needed.. He then went into this big rant about how we 'encourage pro-AIDs lifestyles' [at which point FWL said aside, 'you mean life in general..'] and how he doesn't mind people 'feeling that way' but they 'shouldn't act on it'.. At which point I wanted to shout at him really badly. Anyway, on to the crazy bit. He then said, 'Did you know that if we took all the human beings in the world and put them into a box it would be a mile long, wide and high? And then it could be dropped into the grand canyon and forgotten about'
We were just like... W....T.....F.....? Then he left.. And being lawyers, we then had to point out the flaws in that plan [as well as his earlier AIDs argument].. such as, who would operate the crane dropping the box? and it couldn't be forgotten anyway because there would be no one left to forget.

Ahem, yes anyway.. that was a bit of a tangent, although I meant well.. basically to introduce the theory of all humanity in a box. Picture it.
Do you think it would make a good photo?

In other actual news -
I managed to gain a bow tie, antlers, a red nose and quite a lot of red face paint during the course of last night.
And an award for "best game face".
I've injured myself again. I keep doing it in such unexciting ways. This time a very drunk boy fell full force on my knee.. which dutifully made a strange noise and now doesn't like to bend too much.
Also, we did ok in that rowing thing.

In case you hadn't noticed, I think I'm becoming even more vague and abstract. I'm probably not. I'm probably just talking crap. In fact, I know I'm talking crap. And yet I can't help asking myself stupid questions and letting my mind wander on from there..

Like why do I care about things which are none of my business? Why do I voluntarily expend energy on them? It doesn't seem to be stoppable. And there really is no point in it. *eats a caramel square*
Yeesss.. the moment of realization of being worthless.. that's what does it.

Roar.

This is why I shouldn't have a blog.
This is why I shouldn't think and/or exist in general.

This is why I need to go pack away my life.

~over and boxed up

[edit]
Now that I have had my meal of the day, I feel like telling you another Stop AIDs story. This one is entitled, 'The Crazy Communist Lady'. You probably won't find it amusing.. But I'm going to tell you anyway. Because that is how I roll, had you not noticed by this point.

The Crazy Communist Lady
Once upon a time, there were two waster lawyers [WLs] who enjoyed the pursuit of stopping AIDs in their spare time. On one occasion, in the freezing cold, when the WLs were stopping AIDs in its tracks as well as making up AIDs versions of popular songs, a lady in a red coat happened to stop by the stall. The WLs asked her if she would like to stop AIDs. She enquired as to what exactly the scheme was. When she was told it was about relaxing laws so that generic drugs could be used, the first opinion was made known. "Oh, I read in a study that over half of generic drugs don't actually do anything. So I don't think I'll sign." The WLs did not give up however, and mentioned that parhaps co-operation with drug companies would be a good step if she wasn't keen on the generic drugs. CCL then mentioned that she worked for the NHS and that we should believe everything we read in the papers about them, bullying is rife and she is going to leave the country. "Very nice" say the WLs. The conversation moves back to the current government.. at which point CCL sees fit to lean over to MajorWL and whisper conspiratorially "the problem with this government is it's full of capitalists.. Marx was right wasn't he?" MajorWL half agreed in that lawyerly way, stating that Marx did make a lot of sense, but in practice it didn't often work out so well. "Yes, but that's because everyone is so greedy". Well done dear, well done. At this point, MajorWL thought it would be a good idea to try and lighten the mood and finish the conversation, what with having AIDs to stop and all. Unfortunately MajorWL made the mistake of commenting jokingly about being nearby to King's with its left-friendly attitude. "Terrible place, elitist and founded by one of the worst capitalists in history... Henry VIII." Whilst taken aback by this, MajorWL tries to keep the conversation up by remarking that Henry VIII was 'quite a character'. "All of the problems with this country can be traced back to him. A lot of them are his fault," again, stage whispered. MajorWL could only nod and say that yes, she supposed they could all be traced back but maybe things will change in the future.
CCL signed the damn petition.

The End

Eek

¥o.

I am alive.
I think.

... I still have an essay and a supervision to get through... and they're in different subjects which suxx..

I crashed out last night.. it was fun.. I woke up randomly to people singing Reef - Place your hands, which was nice. It was one of those surreal real life merging into dream moments.. Crashing out meant that I didn't get to do my normal go out, come back, get two/three hours sleep, get up and go rowing still drunk/hungover routine.. which is probably a good thing.. I guess.

Gah.. I have made a major commitment to rowing.....

. . .

I have ordered the lycra.

*feels sick*

Hmm.. I'm finding myself wearing my hat a lot this weather.. wearing my hat makes me feel better. I love this hat. It's a good hat. It's my rave hat, my emo hat, my dutch scientologist hat.. I could go on. But yes, sitting in my room reading about roman law is much better with a hat.

ZOMG this Phoenix Wright case is insaane..

Anyhoo.. I'm going home on Sunday.
And I'm still kinda unsure about it. Like I really want to go home.. but six weeks is a long time. And I don't know what I'm going to do in that time apart from work my ass off to do everything I should have already done and more. And I don't know.. I mean, there's plenty of visiting to be done which will be fun and distracting.. but I think that everything is gonna hit me when I get home.. and I won't know how to deal with it. bah.

But but.. the good life! the day i get home.. yayness!

For some reason I agreed to go to some of my friend's lectures. And I felt quite proud that I know more medicine than she does.. and she's actually studying it. I mean, imagine not knowing what avascular necrosis is! madness!
*rolls eyes*
This place has turned me insane.

Aaanyway.. I have law to do.

And a christmas formal to go to. crackers! tinsel! awesome!

But ergs before then =(
Coxing is the way to go.. they get off easy.. no lycra.. no ergs... just the whole having to steer, keep everyone in time thing...

argh... whhhhyyyyy do rowers have to wear lycra? I mean, yeah the good ones can pull it off no problem.. but I will just make people throw up. maybe that's the tactic.

So yes.. how's life elsewhere?

~over and oot

Ill

Bleurgh.

I had to go and get ill didn't I ? And I couldn't have done my essay before this point could I?
Bah.

My lungs hate me.. and I couldn't stay in the library because I was making too much noise, with my weezing and coughing and spluttering.

That's what I get for trying to stop AIDs.

I really want to sleep. Oh well.

I'm going home in a week. This scares me.
I seem to think that once the first term is finished, everything will stay the same for the next 3 years.. which is bullshit.. but I think it anyway. Which means I'm all panicky =(

I don't like panicking..

[ . . . ]

Well that was the shittest essay I have ever done. Oh well. It was my first problem question. And I have no idea how frequently cases involving fire eating chainsaw jugglers come up.. but I think I will avoid them like the plague.

Which I should have done with this current plague that I have. Rowing is gonna be hella fun with it now that it's actually settled in for the long haul. baaaaaaah.

I was going to blog about interesting things.. but now I just want to sleeeeep. So I hopefully will.

I will return for more essay-complaining hijinks soon no doubt. Like tomorrow. For the next essay deadline.


~Over and night..

[edit at 02.53] FUCKING FUCKING FIRE ALARM. MERGHJSDGHRFWKJ

[edit at 03.30] BLODDY FUCKING TWATCOCK FIRE ALARM BASTARD CUNTFACE A;IHGAER;KLGHJ08GHIPRWHIOWADKS .MNNB;Oewfh'

Crisis number.. Lots.

I am going to chart this crisis.
I forget how many I've had... but it's been a fair few.

So..
Supervision on Wednesday. [20 cases]. Essay for Sunday.
Supervision on Thursday. [7 pages of cases/articles/questions etc]. Essay for Saturday.
Supervision on Tuesday. [30 cases]. Essay for Tuesday.

Now I know that doesn't sound bad. And I guess it isn't really.. I mean.. The reading lists for two of the supervisions are a lot shorter than normal.. but one is MASSIVE.. and that's the one I made a twat out of myself in last week.. So I kinda have to start.. Especially seeing as everyone else has done the Wed. reading and essay already.. and a few have done the essay for Tues.

I hate people who actually work.
Me and FWL [fellow waster lawyer] have waaaay more fun. Like today, we were talking to some sixth formy applicant people.. And I think they were shocked/disgusted by the amount of work we don't do. Although to be fair I did come in sit down and get out the DS and start playing Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney in front of them by way of introduction.

Anyway.. reading to do. I have my mini caramel mega-sex squares.. So I should be ok. I may end up in the law library again in my pjs. That was a fun time. Pissed. On the floor. Of a library. In pyjamas. Stylish. As you can see.



Start Time - 17.38

[17.49] I already don't understand. =( Gonna be a looong night.. And I'm probably going out tomorrow night.. Although hopefully last week's events won't happen again.. that was just strange. Baaaah. Right. I will make sense of this judgement. Just you wait and read...
You may be waiting a while.

[18.24] Ok. Wtf are 'chattels' ??! Like really, who uses that word? It's nearly as bad as 'preclude' although not quite.. because preclude is everywhere.. whereas this seems confined to something about stamp duty.
Seriously, what's wrong with 'prevent' ? Hmm?
And in the case of 'chattels', what's SO bad about 'items' ? huh? huh? tell me. Tell me now.

[20.35] Well.. That has been fun. I've been productive.. just not on the work front.. Had a chat with the porters.. reported the non-functioning heating [seriously, my room is colder than outside and my fridge, although that's not surprising at all] and the lights that aren't ever on.. and managed to get someone else to cook for me =) And goddamn, this pasta is so good I might actually finish it...
Uhh.. yes.. got the saturday essay title, finally.. it is "To what extent do unimplemented European Community directives have direct -or any other legal -effect in national law? Is the law in this area satisfactory?"
I have a feeling I should ask someone who has done politics about this..

Build it up build it up build it up...

[22,38] Have hit the library. But not in pjs cos it was rainin'.
It's quiet.. too quiet..
And I look like a fool sitting here dancing in silence..[headphones].. ah well.

Will report back later sergeant..

[00.14] I still look like a fool.. dancing away with my shoulders and hands..
There's a humidifier in here. It's noisy. I have done hardly any work..
And I have no idea what I HAVE been doing...
This post is probably getting long.. And I don't think these all day updatey ones are much fun to read..

yaaaawn. I want to go to bed.. but my room will be BALTIC. And I don't like sleeping in a t-shirt and two hoodies with a hot wheaterbottle. Baaah. No.
Must. Not. Think.

Do I dare brave the freezing room of death?

I could just sleep here.. In every law-related building they make the tables/benches perfectly bed sized.
Right FWL and I have decided to head back to the big ice box. Feeling like an earlyish night after the hell that was Scumdies. Eurgh. *shudder*


~ A poor choice of words in wanting to tell you anything..

*stares*

Roman essay due soon.
Very soon.
Not yet started writing it.
Not quite sure why I always end up here.

Bah.

HOW fawesome was the Boosh?!!!

c'mon guys you gotta have watched it..

[excuse me whilst I make stuff up about romans.]

[23.18] garh. Stupid Romans being smart.

[01:41] I hate essays.

[02:12] Well, that's a fourth if ever I wrote one.

Now to get up in 4 hours. eeeesh.

[to be edited...]

[09:11] ok.. so I did kinda oversleep.. but not too much, thankfully someone knocked for me at 07:04.. so I just managed to pile 4 layers of warmish clothing on before trying to run to the boathouse via frosty paths..
I'm having bad flashbacks of my essay. Oh well. It doesn't count for anything.. just my self-esteem. Supervision will by fun-ahoy. And thinking about it, I will actually fall asleep in it. Supervisor has a really soothing voice.. and I'm really easily persuaded to sleep these days..

[09:22] haha.. my fellow waster lawyer was fast asleep too.. I went and knocked her up just in case.
She has viral conjunctivitis.. as does her neighbour.. Which means that I will get it next as it is slowly spreading along the corridor towards me.. or y'know, maybe I've just caught hypochrondia complainia..

Can't believe there are two weeks of term left. It's strange.. like.. where did it go? why don't I know anything? is it because I'm a waster? when did I become a waster? is it even possible to be a waster lawyer?
Hmm.. whilst I'm sure anyone reading this would simply love me to continue on with these meaningless questions... I gotta go get some coffee and something vaguely edible so I don't die during the course of the day.. or y'know miss any of my lecturer's legal comedy gold.. she's a legend.

[to be updated... maybe]

[13.10] I didn't get coffee or food =(
and it wasn't the normal on fire friday comedy wise.. best quote was "wagging the subjective tail.... does that even make sense?".
Supervision T - 2. Still no idea what the word 'mancipi' means. Which is kinda bad.. seeing as it's used all the time.. not as bad as not knowing what assault was the other day though. cringe. We just looked it up. Makes even less sense now... I love it. Thoughts anyone?
aaaand I'm staring at the screen instead of Borkowski.
Not me : "You are such a whingey freak.. you whinge for no particular reason.. come to think of it.. so do I
Me: I think it's a lawyer thing."

Current shopping list:
Sword
Laurel wreath
Optrex
Mini caramel squares of sex

[taking break to discuss roman law with fellow waster - 13:28]

[22:39] Rar. Not gonna bother with watching more children in need.. need bed.
And I hate being tired because when I'm tired I get even more thoughtful. And then I remember things I don't want to. And then I just feel even more tired. Blah.

Went on a quest for a sword after the supervision..
it wasn't so successful =( which I think is insane.. the only one I found was in the disney shop and it was part of a potc set and was crappy.. I want my rave sword back..

I should probably sleep.
Given that the total amount of sleep I've had recently has barely reached double figures..
Ha, the 'newspaper' had this article about students who take proplus/ritalin/red bull to stay awake at night to do the work.. and guess what? sometimes they can stay up until 2 in the morning! like zomg...

Grow up you pussies. You can stay up until 2 with just water.

~over.

p.s best line from supervision today - "I would recommend that you all read more from the digest... and when I say 'more' I'm being generous"

My brain

is dead at the moment.

I think it's having a holiday from the constant thinking. Not that it's ever thinking of the right things.

I think I'm also having cravings. I have cravings quite a lot actually. Not the pregnant kind, because that would be weird. Just like.. sometimes I have a craving for vegetables and vitamins.. Then for bacon.. And now I'm craving normal people. It occurred to me yesterday that I could be becoming even more of a jackass. And I have no way of knowing because I don't have normal people to gauge the relative measure from. And I really don't want to become a major jackass. I'm happy being a dick. Like, am I still the same person? Will people who have known me for more than 5 weeks still like me? I really hope I haven't become some arrogant twatface. That would suck.
Like, I just want to go chill with some people.. and not care. Have no deadlines to think about, no lists to get through..
Basically I just want to exist. But with no real purpose. For a while. The constant staring at words is slowly draining me of all enthusiasm. This week's criminal reading list isn't so bad though, only 40 cases. ¬_¬ [Last one was 72, I just counted]
But yeah, I think I have whatever week this is blues. Except not really, because I'm not blue.. just deflated. Like I have no energy. Which, by the way, is really crap for rowing machines.
Term is going to end soon.. and I don't know how I feel about it. I'm looking forward to going home and stuff.. I just.. I don't know.. I feel like everything is drifting. Drifting somewhere I can't get to or grab hold of or have any way of controlling at all. Sometimes I like having no control and just going along with things.. But everything is just so whoosh! and you go along with it.. that I think I'd like to be able to have some effect on my environment...
Hmm..

I'm still not sure if I am supposed to be here.. like.. I do like it for the most part, but I just have moments where it is so crystal clear that I'm not the typical person that I begin to wonder why I'm here.. Like in one of my supervisions this week, we were talking about parliamentary sovereignty.. and I, eloquent as ever came out with, ' So if Gordon Brown was like "Right chaps, I'm the dude..."' And while it was funny.. afterwards it was just so clear that the point I was making wasn't taken seriously at all and everyone else was just cringing their way through.. and I don't like it..
because I'm not expressing things in some extremely convoluted way.. I feel woefully out of place.. bah.

Maybe I will just be a renegade. Like a Kingsperson, but not at Kings. Because that wouldn't be rebellious. Would it?
I no longer know.


I think I may be schizophrenic. Or bipolar. Or something. Or else I'm just having a sugar rush. You decide.

Hmm.. in summary I'm happy.. I just feel empty.. I think.

Um.. yes.. I'm going to stop here.. to save yourself. Because this doesn't make great reading.

Cat - I'm timing how long it takes you to successfully stalk me. I can reward you with the contents of my fridge- butter, cider, milk and southern comfort. It's like the assassins guild.. except with less polystyrene fridges.


~Over and out of my head like legal knowledge.

I went to A&E yesterday/today.
It was fun. I should get symptoms of serious diseases more often.
I should explain the backstory.. backstories are important..

So a few days ago the headline of the local newspaper changed to "COLLEGES IN GRIP OF KILLER BRAIN BUG".
I got excited thinking some insane parasitic worm was infecting people and sucking out all their intelligence. It turned out to be meningitis, which IS a killer brain bug, but not as I had imagined. So you know, I get changed into my comfy comfy pjs and notice a rash on my shoulder. Interesting. I poke it. It doesn't fade. Nice. So I text my friend saying "Yo, I might have the killer brain bug".. jokingly of course. She was at a toga party at the time.. which I wasn't at because I chose the van of death instead. Anyway, I decide to go to bed.. but then people get back and I was all "Hey, check this out" *shows off freaky rash thing*.. Everyone did the rolling a glass over thing and was like "holy crap, that's meningitis, wanna go to gardies?" [and I said VoD all the way, they're nice and some guys actually got to go IN the van yesterday.] until.. Someone went and knocked on a medic's door to ask for a diagnosis..
Inside the medic's room was another medic who was paranoid that she had meningitis.. so once she saw me it was off to A&E..
Which was, actually a lot of fun. For the hours of 12-2.30am.
But really, a Glaswegian, a Geordie and me.. sitting in A&E making inappropriate, un-PC jokes... comedy gold you can't make up.

So yeah.

In other news, I am a fucktard.
Like you know when something's bad.. so you try to do something? but then it makes it worse.. so you just keeeeep going. until it's a big mess. And you've made it so bad that you can't help but go in circles? Well yeah. That's basically what I've done. and it sucks. Because I don't really know how I did it, or how I'm going to fix it.. I have no other input except my own head, which you just know is going to be a disaster. And I don't like feeling guilty when I don't notice something and so don't cross the street accordingly to avoid putting a downer on someone's day/making indifferent or bad thoughts enter their head for a split second. And I want to get it sorted out before I have to pack up and leave. But it's not going to.. because I keep just making things worse. And I don't know what to do. And it's hard to try and sort out. I think I know a really easy way to do it, which is what I wanted to do the first place anyway, but trying to get someone to do something they don't want to do without being able to have a conversation with them is quite tricky when you're as big a twat as I am.

And everything is so circular.
I'm a twat -> I do twatty things -> people get annoyed -> I cock things up, act like a twat -> people don't want to talk to me because.......->i'm a twat!

And I don't know if admitting that I'm a twat helps things? or makes it worse? no effect at all?

See why having meningitis was fun?

So...

I really, really, really REALLY want that ^ level of comfort.

I should be writing an essay on roman law.
I've got til midnight.
I don't know anything on the topic.
The books don't talk about it much.
Well... maybe they do.. I wouldn't know, not having read any of the extracts I'm supposed to.

I want a break.

To do nothing.

To just exist.

Instead of having to effectively write 4 essays in 2 days with none of the reading.

Playing Pheonix Wright. Yes..
I want life to be like Pheonix Wright sometimes. But then I would just yell "OBJECTION!!!" at every available opportunity..
It's like yesterday, I went next door, DS in hand..
Me: Goddamn. I hate this.
Not me: What?
Me: I hate it when people lie...
..And you know that they're lying..
..but you can't PROVE that they're lying...
..because they might not be lying..
Not me: That's so Irish.

On the plus side, yesterday was halloween. So I got to look shit and in doing so, looked alright. For once.
Tonight is supposed to be indie nu-rave night.. but I don't have the clothes.. oh well.
And I have that essay to do still.
Fuck.

On another plus side, I got two 5 week blues packs.. Double the bubbles!!!
*blows bubbles all over room*
Happiness..

[NB this post is insane all because of an IT course about legal sources. *bangs head off desk* it has pushed me over the edge.]

Now to make shit up about women in Rome.
Think I'm gonna go with a correlation in rights with sexual favours.

~over and out of my mind

Curses

FUCK SHIT WANK BOLLOCKS.

Jesus fucking christ.
That's it.
I am officially breaking down.
Enjoy.

hrmm.

Possibly the best song dedication ever:
"This song is dedicated to a rabbit that I murdered. Well technicailly it was roadkill. But I quite like bunnies. It's called 'Run Rabbit Run'."

Robots in Disguise are good live. They brought 2 support bands with them, one of which came out with that^.

I got a hoody for £6 today... that was good. Yes I'm a corporate whore. But I'm warm.

Things which are not so good;
Being invisible. You know how you always thought it'd be cool? Yeah well, it isn't.
I have a supervision in 2 and a half hours.
I skipped a lecture. And it was actually a good one.
I am not smart enough to be here.
I do no work.
Indifference. I hate indifference.
I freak out people who work in threshers with my sick lawyer sense of humour. Because everyone wants to know about petty thieves who become rapists due to a car crash and then sue the driver for being imprisoned. Clearly.
I don't understand what I'm doing.
I don't understand where I'm standing.
Nobody draws me nice diagrams to show me where I'm standing.
I still have a supervision this afternoon.


Shiiiit.

*dies*

I swear they breed.

hmm..

It's improving.. but the bruising is getting weirder. Like that line along my toes that looks like a shadow but is actually bruising. And the way the skin is all yellow. And there's a weird lump at the front which is itchy..
I did see a doctor about it.. she poked it.

Life still kinda sucks though.
At least I got my essay done. And emailed. I hope. It took a few versions to figure out how to make it into a word file thingy..

Now, I just have to finish off the reading list for that [yes, I did the essay before the reading, go figure] and start the reading/essays for two other subjects. All whilst remaining sane[ish] and hanging on to some sort of 'social' life.

I'm not sure if I like this uni stuff. In some ways it's amazing and the bestthingever.. but at the same time it's kinda crap and stressful and annoying and the things I was looking forward to haven't happened. Which is kinda my own fault.. so I can't complain. I wish I didn't have this innate ability to fuck things up quite so well.. *sigh*

New tegan and sara vid is kinda cool. They're always running. I tried not to listen though. I can't listen to that album at the moment. Suxxx..

Oh, guess what?!! I have another book to buy soon! Its 'pub date' [yes, I have been in heffers so damn much I can speak the language] was today.. but the warehouse didn't get it til yesterday so early next week I will be parting with some more of my student loan... all to purchase a book which probably won't make sense and if you cut all the waffle could fit onto a leaflet.

I'll have to re-photo the book pile.

I'm disgusted by how these things actually matter to me now. And that I can actually have a conversation completely based on textbooks and pub dates. I'm such a loser. =(

I will write a comprehensive post at some stage.. perhaps.

Maybe after the rugby...

hmm

~Over and over because I'm a fucktard.

gah2

Can life suck much more. like really?

gah

Life sucks.

Pigeons

Student accomodation... the joys..

It took me a few days to notice that sign.. I think that's because it was on the floor when I arrived and was only put up days later.. Nice to know that the pigeons want to keep us company..
The ducks around here are pretty cool, I saw one standing outside Subway today.. Just standing.. For no reason, but he just looked very respectable standing there.. He just need a little tweed flatcap and a pipe.. Would've been perfect.. ^_^
Discovered a new method of cleaning today, instead of removing the festering bags of rubbish that are the whole way down the hall, the cleaners just came into our rooms and hoovered.. which I don't remember reading that they do.. Was well freaked out like.. Opening your door, seeing carpet, and everything in the wrong place is unnerving..

So I'm supposed to be reading a case at the minute, but I am taking a break..
It's a tort case.. if you were wondering.. about auditors being negligent.. fun-city.
The tort lecture was fun today though, basically Constitutional has a U- certificate, Criminal has an 18, Roman would only be shown in an Arthouse cinema.. and Tort is for those with a sick sense of humour.. I think I'm gonna like the stories..
Like the guy who has a nipple ring and got it caught on the bottom of a swimming pool and had to rip it out or drown..
Personally I would just unscrew the piercing.. what would you do?
The lecturer also said something like. "What if you're living in the Shadow of Death for the rest of your life? Should you be able to claim?" The concept of living in a Shadow of Death amused me.. So you know, naturally I'm going to be the one in the annoying adverts saying "Are you living in the Shadow of Death? Angry about it? If so we can help you! There could be compensation for your case! No win, no fee.."

I attempted to cook using the "oven" this evening.. I say "oven", what I mean is a box which gets to warm and stops there. Semi- raw pasta and meatballs.. yummay! Had another surreal discussion whilst sitting in the corridor waiting for it to warm through.. about thrush medication.. [not me I hasten to add.. a girl down the corridor] apparently.. wait.. no.. I don't want to share this.. but.. if you ever get thrush, I know the best medication to get.. ^_~

So I can't really do Law.. no surprises there.. I'm trying.. but this bloody town's minute is shorter than New York's I tell ya!
I also have a cold.. So I went to boots and bought Beechams, Vaporub, Olbas Oil, Strepsils, Tissues and Multivitamins.. cos I cannot handle being ill this week.. or any week that I'm here for that matter..

Can somebody please tell me what is going on in the world?
I have no idea at the minute... Is Alaska still there? Have any new wars started? Do iceburgs still exist? I can't believe it's been a week... something semi-significant must have happened in that week.. no?
Someone make stuff up, I'll believe you...!

~Over and case reading..

meep

Evenin'
This is my 10 minute 8 o'clock break.

Here are some things:
- I don't understand a lot of the apparently English language.. "iconoclast"* wtf?
- Mixed netball is more fun and less pain than rugby.
- Rowing is easy as long as I don't think about it. Thinking about it makes things go wrong.
- Ducks aren't scared of oars.
- My neck hurts.
- My textbooks make an effective doorstop.
- My laptop is gothsexy.
- I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing work-wise. I don't know what I'm aiming for.
- I am a bit of a dick to people. Especially to Someone.
- I have no concept of time anymore. 1 week feels like 3 months.
- I am going to be, well actually, I already am, shit at my subject.
- It is hard to write a blog in 10mins.
- I don't know how to talk to Someone without annoying them. Like I can't quite just have a conversation. I feel it has to have a purpose and a reason and lots of questions. When really all I want is to talk nothingness to Someone that knows me.
- Sigh.
*An iconoclast is a person who attacks cherished beliefs or institutions. Quite a nice word. I will use it more often.

How is life everywhere else?

I keep forgetting that there is life outside of my bubble.. and that those lives don't mirror my own..
I haven't seen a paper in a week.. I bought the Sunday Times today, because I felt like I should.. but it's still in it's plastic wrapper..
England beat Oz.. wow.. that's gonna make my supervision fun..
France beating NZ though.. cheesh..
What a turnaround for the Northern Hemisphere..!!

eek.. I should go..
I'm gonna try to put up a picture.. but this new iphoto confuses me..

~overworked and out

universitay

yo..
This should hopefully be short.. but then I have work to do.. so it will probably be paaaages long..

Uni is very cool.. I like being in civilisation.. Not really liking the amount of work I'm going to have to do and the lack of free time that I have.. and having to be everywhere at once =(

It also feels like I've been here for ages.. but it's been less than a week..
I keep forgetting.. time goes really quickly so it feels like it' been 3 days since something happened when it was like 1..
Mm drunks outside the window.. faaaantastic.
I don't live above a market though. I'm lucky..

My room is so full of stuff.. it's depressing.. there's paper and textbooks everywhere.. not to mention clothes and towels..
I guess I got two free mugs for my expenditure on books though.. which is something...
I have a wee mission to go on tomorrow.. I'll make a twat out of myself.. it'll be fun..
Like when I sad "where have you bark your piked?" today...

Yeah.. I should really start reading the list of Tort stuff for my supervision... need to understand it.. must not let supervisor down.. he's too cool to be let down..
There are loads of n. irish lawyers.. like everywhere I go in the faculty I hear northern irish voices.. Like today in the toilet queue.. or the Heffers queue..

*looks at mass of papers scattered about room*
yesss... um.. I'm gonna go.. read.. something...
*locates tort book*
jesus christ.. it's a big 'un.. chapter 3..
oh.. only 107 pages to get through.. >_<

I want some damned free time to socialise! and go for strolls! and to chill and settle in without the pressure of work!
gaaaaah.

~over and ooot

Don't even try..

If I could exit I’d be an angel where I could see, instead of stare. I hate to stare. I bet I’ll be damned, and I’m sorry that I stole, but I bet I’ll be damned. I think way too much about the way things should be said, because it just can’t leave my head all the way. And it seems my brand new candles won’t catch on fire today. I think I might get burned anyway.
All this gasoline just goes to show that not everything ignites. I do my best, but don’t know what is right. All your energy just says to me that you never can unwind. Just bring it down, bring it down one time. Please, bring it down. Bring it down. Be good now, don’t fight; the stars will be up soon, and soon you’ll have another chance to move. With any luck, you’ll pin down constellations with hummingbird precision. Take this cash, feel good. I don’t know what you do (if it starts or if it ends with me), I only know I’ve tried not to be bitter. I could play the voice of reason and yell at you to get your ass to bed, but I’m uncomfortable with kind suggestions, so I’ll sit and watch you here in your apartment, with records on, and use that’s unrestricted. Mark these words: It’s the last time I encourage you to fix it. I encourage you to fix it. About the time the sky turns from pink to black, I calculate the length of my day and ask for hours back. But the superheroes are bored with all the shit that I made them see and there’s nothing I can do to keep them from stripping the time away from me (I filed it all wrong on the form, you see). The sky above your car is the darkest thing. Now I’m gonna go inside and wait for the phone to ring, because you went away.

I made a story out of words which aren't my own.. I'm a cheat.. oh well.. better to get them out of the way at the start.

So, I leave in.. 3 days! eeeek. I made progress today though.
I went shoppin' up the b'fast.. because I had no dresses you see.. [for good reason, I look shit in dresses]. I ended up getting more warm jumpers than dresses.. but anyway.
The real triumph was that I then came home and packed everything.. well, most things.

AAAGHAGHAGAHHHH kitten interruption.. I hate it when they do that... just walk all over everything. Like it's theirs. It's probably going to go up the chimeny next. Cheesh.

So yes.. I have three large suitcases completely full of clothes.. hopefully within the weight limit.. I am happy..
I now just have to remember to pack all my electrical crap..
I HAVE NO TIME.
Anyway, enough of the boring uni stuff. Something interesting would be more interesting.

Have you ever thought about time?

It's odd stuff. It's a whole dimension. I think... I never really followed that concept. Although I'm sure it makes perfect sense*. ::takes time to think about time::
so before my head explodes thinking about it..
What would happen if we made time metric? 100 seconds in every minute. 100 minutes in every hour and so on.. Is that possible? What would that do to the years? the seasons? the daylight?
How weird would the time telling be? "it's 22.81"
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO THE WAGE OF THE SPEAKING CLOCK???
Somebody work this out for me... and while you're at it.. if you could figure out the plausibility of having monkeys for hands, I'd be eternally grateful. Eternally.

[*not actually.]

Sidenote: Cat, did you ever decide what else you'd have on your go go gadget hands? and what about all you other people? hmm? yeah mr. searching for a type of wine, what would you have for hands if you couldn't have hands? corkscrew and wine? I'd be your friend. Instead of suspicious.

Centrenote: Can time actually be measured? I know that we do it.. but some seconds feel longer than others..
It annoys me.. I know 'time flies when you're having fun' and all that jazz, but sometimes it flies or stops for no apparent reason..
Does it depend on your species? Like, you know how 1 human year = 9 cat years, 7 dog years and 4 horse years ? and how pigeons see so many frames/sec faster than us? what effect on time as a whole concept does that have?
Does time speed up as you get older? I'm sure years didn't used to go this fast, and I wasn't even watching then..

I'm going to stop now.. Perhaps I'll nip into some physics lectures and ask an expert..

~over... I think.... but is it ever really finished?

"You got a death wish Johnny Truant?"

Wake the sun, so the stars can shine above what we define...
Can you still see, what you first saw in me?
Or are the words caught up in your teeth?
Staring at your glass smile,
The one you know that we are just dying to see.
Cut apart the words, forgetting everything, forever contradicting..

Yeah, I'm on a Fall of Troy kick...
And a lyrics kick in general..
Sorry.

SO..
Recently I've been getting into watching the 'major' sports on tv.. I mean, it seems to be world cup season.. Rugby and Women's Football. Nice mix. I'm currently rooting for the underdogs at all times.. However that's mostly because England/Ireland are both doing so shit in the rugby that they deserve to lose. And Georgia deserve to win. England in the girly football though.. I was cheering* for them. And I was cheering* especially hard because they also happen to be the underdogs.

* when I say cheering, I wasn't actually, as cheering whilst sitting alone in front of your tv would be kinda stupid.. I mean you know.. inside your head cheering..

I was watching the highlights of the Australia vs Canada match a few nights ago.. And for once I didn't know who I was supporting.. My UK instincts tell me not to support Oz, 'cuz, well, y'know, they win everything*.. And normally Canada aren't very good at the commonwealthy sports.. So when they got a goal in the first 32 seconds I was pleased. But then Oz were so happy when they scored and they did this awesome dance thing with their footie boots..
Maybe it wasn't awesome.. but at 1am, it seemed pretty impressive to me..
So I started wanting Oz to win..
And then Canada.
And then Oz again..
It was too much stress.. Luckily Family Guy was on right after.

*except curling.

Fight me in the dark.. wrestle your bones over mine
Mm, Bat For Lashes..

Anyhoo..
I went to see Deathproof yesterday. I really liked it.
It made me want to be a stuntwoman. And have a cool accent.
But then I went on wikipedia and decided that fracturing vertebrae really doesn't sound all that fun.
So just the accent please ^_^

This time next week, I will be at uni.
SCARY FREAKING BISCUITS!
I'm kinda worried about the whole moving-to-england-and-being-responsible-for-myself-and-being-surrounded-by-99.8%-new-people-who-are-all-geniuses thing. Like really.
I am not intelligent.. And I don't have a clue about Law, or what it's gonna entail. Apart from reading and essay writing, both of which I am kinda Shit at.
And I'm not gonna have a dog about anymore, that'll bug me. What do I do with the food I don't want? You know, like pizza crusts and steak fat?
I know it's probably going to turn out to be amazing.. but at the moment it's all daunting and scary.
Like when you're standing up, balancing on a wall.. It's really easy to walk along it.. but it doesn't feel that way before you do it..
Unless that's only me?

And like, really, how many clothes do I need?
Having had a uniform to wear when at school for the past 14 years, I have no idea how many different outfits I'll need to survive..
And I'll probably bring too many anyway and have no wardrobe to put them in.
Bum.

Who wants to bet that I sound English by Christmas?

So I've been feeling slightly nostalgic.. and went on a wee trip back to all the matazone animations I used to like.. such as:
Mr. Snaffleburger
Mittens & Snowdrop
Little Goth Girl

And then of course there was the whole Weebl and Bob thing, but everybody knows about that..

Yeah, I should go and figure out how to fit clothes into suitcases..

~Over and out

Ultimate Fort

Good Day Soldier..
Last week, I was walking along a beach at night with friend H and friend R, as friend R was leaving to go to Tokyo for a year..
And walking along a beach in the dark is what you do, of course.

Anyway, discussion got around to where you would put your Ultimate Fort:
-On a hill
-In a forest
-On a beach

Initially I said on the beach, because the water provides easy access for supplies, you could jump into the water if you got shot at [thank you mythbusters] and if all else fails, you could throw sand in the enemies' eyes.
Friend H said the beach because it's pretty.
Friend R said the forest, because you could hide in the trees, make weapons out of the wood and find food easily.

Then we had the on a hill debate.. I liked the idea as you could see your enemy coming and it would be easier for you to fight downhill. R pointed out that your enemy could see you if you were on a hill and it would probably be easier to lay siege to it and starve you to defeat.

Eventually, I decided that my fort would be built on a hill, surrounded by forest, leading onto a beach.. Like so:





And of course my fort would be made of stone because it doesn't burn, can be built thick enough to be blast-resistant, easyish to repair and looks quite nice. It would have a moat because if an attacker went/fell in you could probably hear it and it's a good place to keep a supply of fish if you don't want to go all the way down to that lake that's on the other side of my fort.
But THEN I started thinking about all the extras that I would have..
Like an underground cave [complete with tunnel leading straight to the beach in case of forest fire].
And a runway for my fighter jets.
And a radar and satellite communication system.
And traps that I could lay in the forest, Viet-Cong style.
And tree house outposts.
And so on.

I did briefly think about adding in a jungle layer.. but then I realised that jungles have lots of insects and leeches and quite a few parasites in general. So that was a no-go. Besides, jungle floor would be too dense to get through.. meaning supplies difficult to get..and if you were to have a way through then enemies could go through it too.. and taking things up trees and across would be soo tiring. Especially with livestock.

So my question is, what would your Ultimate Fort be like, and where would it be set?
Don't lie and say you haven't thought about it.
I know you have.

~Over and out.

[ps] talking about dead dogs is a good way to get rid of high numbers of search-engine users. ^_^

hm.

'Lo.

My dog had to be put down on Monday night.. =(
She got hit by a car and her spine was all fuckered. Imagine some vertebrae. Now imagine that the bottom of one is in line with the top of another and you have a pretty good idea of what the x-ray looked like. I didn't like that as soon as I walked into the x-ray room, I could see from across the room what was wrong.. Always bad news.
Interesting to know that I can, when needed, make a 40 minute journey in 20.
Anyway what really upsets me [apart from my dog dying] is the fact that the wanker who hit her kept driving.
I mean, ok, she was a black dog. I can understand why you hit her at night [even though you shouldn't have been going that fast you bastard] but hitting a dog is noticeable. And what a decent person would do is to stop. Find the dog's owner. Alert someone to the fact that you just just hit a member of someone's family at 60+mph.
I'm not the only one who would stop if they hit an animal am I ?

Hmm.. anyway.. What I wanted to ponder about was.. well.. ok I'll just explain.
When we buried my dog that died of lung cancer last year, we left his collar on and put him on a rug, leaving a tennis ball beside him. When we buried this dog on Tuesday morning, her collar was on, tennis ball beside her and she was lying on a rug..
So we have formed a semi-ritual. Is this weird? I don't know, it probably is. But then I was thinking, what will the people in the future think? We look back on people being buried with things as a sort of quaint little exercise that doesn't really help anything. Burying someone with their spear and a comb? Ludicrous! So what's gonna happen when two dogs are discovered wearing collars with the remains of a tennis ball beside them?
I've admitted that it's silly, but at the same time it just felt so wrong not to.. Like when the vet had put latest dog to sleep, she took her collar off.. and I don't know why but it just felt wrong. As if she was removing her status as a pet, as part of the family and was now just a dead dog with no owners, no home..nothing.
I didn't like it.

Yeah, so that explanation didn't really explain much.. but anyway.

Next thing:
I happened to look on blogpatrol. Instead of the usual 0/1/2 views I had 53. I don't understand this. Why are that many people using a well known search engine to look at this? and why are there no keywords?! hmm???
I don't like it.

Hmm. My keyboard is dirty, it keeps distracting me. It should be shiny white. Damnit.

Eek, I gotta go catch some Hep. A soon..

~over and injected.

Shhh! If You're Quiet I'll Show You A Dinosaur..

zooom!

Stitched up your lips to constrict languages...

Yo.
I should be doing something. I'm not though. I'm in a weird mood, my mind feels like is flicking around too much. So what is there to do but blog? hmm?
[Reader] Plenty you fool.

Nothing has happened lately apart from having Face over to visit..
which was good. We went to the Snow Patrol/ Ash/ We Are Scientists gig.. and the Giant's Causeway.. and on a bus tour of Belfast etc etc..
Did you know that Belfast has the only bulletproof cctv cameras in Europe?
You do now.
Face went away yesterday. Which means I am feeling like quite the mopey emo. Boo =(
*emos for a while*
....
I have to go and arrange to infect myself with some hepatitis A soon - yum!

Right, answer me this. If you are indeed there to answer..

If you had to have anything else but hands at the end of your wrists, what would you have?

Currently I am decided on monkeys.
Other people have said tentacles, razor blades, swiss army knives, broken bottles, pianos and uh.. penises..
I still think monkeys are the best.. I mean you'd have 4 hands and 2 tails!
c'mon! that's all kinds of awesome!

Anyhoo, I should stop before I get sad at my facelessness..

~over and out the door using my monkey hands..

AAAAAAAGGHHHHHHH!

Yeah, you better shudder...

So I have been in Croatia for the past 10 days. I seem to have missed some major event in the kelkian universe.. well, more controversy than 'event' I guess. Update me? anyone? no? ok then.
Anyway, a few nights into my Croatian adventure, I was talking to my cousin in our room [it was a real sitcom talk, sitting on beds, laughing, saying OMG etc etc] when I looked at the wall, noticed something black and was like ''that's a big spider..... hang on, that's not a spider..SCORPION!!!!'' I then sort of jumped off the bed and got to the other side of the room.. whereupon my cousin just screamed "DAAAAAAAD! SCORPION!" for like 5 mins. [My uncle took a while to comprehend what was being shouted.."A..scorpion? what?"]
So that was ok. We slept with the light on. [Remember, our only knowledge of scorpions at this point was from Ultimate Killers] Two nights later there were TWO scorpions on the wall. A mummy scorpion and a teenage scorpion.
We shouted for uncle again..
The next night, another young scorpion appeared but on a DIFFERENT wall.
The light stayed on once more.

And that was all the scorpion fun that was to be had.. Of course we then found out from Ivan that the scorpions are basically like spiders in frequency and not at all dangerous. He forgot to tell us that at the start.. *sigh*

Humm.. what else happened of interest?
oh yes.
I was attacked* by an em-effing SEA URCHIN

* more like stood on, but I maintain that it was a sea urchin with an agenda.

You see, there is no sand in Croatia. It's rockity rock rock. So you get like sea shoe things.. with rubber soles to stop your little footsies from getting bruised on the rocks [which mine did on the first day]. However, they are not urchinproof. I guess the took the worst of the spikes.. but I still got three of them in my foot [spikes that is, not shoes, I have no idea how that could anatomically work].

Hmm.. I also got kicked out of a church.
My shoulders were obviously too big a temptation to be allowed inside a holy establishment... *g*

I think that is all the remotely interesting stuff..

Right.
Apparently I have been 'tagged'.
I don't get what this 'tagged' thing is..
I won't do it properly.
So;
- We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
- Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
- People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
- At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
- Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.

[In no particular order]

8= I HATE inefficiency/stupid regulations.
I just get so pissed off, especially when there is an incredibly obvious resolution. Like airport security for example; it is a load of bollocks about the 'explosive being made with liquid components'. And what nobody seems to understand is that if someone really, really wants to hijack a plane, they don't need anything except their bare hands. Small amounts of liquid are no more 'dangerous' than the hot coffee you get served on board, the razors you can buy airside or even your shoelaces. This is turning into a rant. But it is proving that it annoys me. As for the inefficiency, queues and suchlike make me angry. Especially when there's an obvious, easy way to make it better.

7= I have unrealistic aspirations. I want to achieve things but I never put in the work.. Anything that I've done which is reasonably 'successful' is the product of luck/fluke.. and it scares me and makes me feel guilty.[On a similar theme, not different enough to be a different number] I do things like wish I could free run/le parkour. Which is just stupid. I do not have the physique for that. In short, I have no motivation and no power to do anything about it.

6= I think too much.
Like to the point of stupidity. I will obsess over small insignificant details as well as things of normal importance. I will go over things again and again in my head. Play out different situations/conversations/whatever. Sometimes I will even say something out loud or mouth words/ make facial expressions and then wonder if I really just did that. And what it means if I did, and did anybody see? what if they did? what will they think? what excuse can I come up with? and it just escalates like that. I would quite like to invent a device which could track your thoughts. Just to see the path that mine take. Sometimes I think too big. Well, on too large a scale. And then my head goes all funny. Like if you think about how ifinitesimally small you are and how a spider is so much smaller and how we're in one universe, but that could be a small universe and what is our universe actually in? what happens when you go outside it? what colour is it? is there any noise?
Normally, I get to a point of thinking how amazingly odd we are. Like for making cars and stuff and then I space out and have to snap out of it before I fall out of my chair.

5= I wish I had a soundtrack. Kinda like that episode of Family Guy, but with songs instead of musical scores. And not getting sick of it.
I get really into songs you see. And find myself empathising with the lyrics despite having never endured any similar kind of hardship...When I'm listening to songs I am normally thinking of what occasion they remind me of and so they sort of form a movie-style soundtrack in my head.. I quite often find a song and will obsess over it, playing it on repeat for about a week, and then forget about it afterwards.

4= I hate people. I don't understand why and how such shitty deeds are done in the world. And why people are so rude and obnoxious. And so cruel. People can be so utterly vile, sometimes I think it would be better if we just died out and let the planet stabilise. Animal cruelty makes me feel physically sick and very violent all at the same time. I don't know if it's okay to want to punish people who hurt animals for fun.. eye for an eye style. I am supposed to be a 'higher being' and above that sort of thing. But i'm not. I'm a massive hypocrite. I am every bit as inherently scummy as the rest of the human race.

3= I like rain. I get homesick for rain whenever I'm in a dry country for too long. Seriously. I like big fat rain drops. And I like to stand outside when it's raining, with my eyes closed and my palms facing upwards.. to see if I can feel each raindrop. It's a nice state for me to be in.. Makes me remember how awesome everything is..

2= I like to argue/persuade. Having a full scale argument with someone and being able to go back to normal afterwards is especially nice. I like trying to change someone's point of view, asking questions, pointing things out etc.. Sometimes I wonder if I could ever manipulate someone in a conversation.. but then I get scared and think that's a bit mental..

1= Despite no.4, one of my favourite things to do is to sit in a cafe/bar and watch people. Not in a psychotic voyeuristic way or anything.. Like seeing how people interact and then wondering what their stories are.. I like to make up stories...

[fin]

Hmm.. That wasn't what I was meant to do. And I'm not gonna tag 8 people. Mostly because 8 people don't even read my blog and I don't really know 8 people well enough to tag them. And I'm not sure of the specifics of tagging. Can you tag a tagged?

bah.

I have typed for too long and now I'm cold. I've gone from a 30+ degrees climate to 13..

~over and out fiend!

Title:

'Yo.
I haven't blogged in aaaaages.
Mostly because I suck at it.

Ah well.

So it's Thursday it's Saturday now..oops, and I am sat watching TV. I love TV on Thursdays... Comedy on BBC2. Awesome.
Mock the week

Hyperdrive! I love Teal. She's awesome.


Still Game - which is actually quite good.. The glaswegian accents remind me of T.

And thennnnnn...... nipping over to channel4 for a documentary on Nazi Pop Twins!
Nothing like Nazi twins singing pop songs to cause interest on a Thursday evening..

So it turns out that the twins weren't that nazi, or even that pop. I didn't even think they were convincingly blonde.
Oh well.

This weekend is going to be the weekend of Awesome.
Harry Potter! I've started reading..
I'm a cool kid.

Then tomorrow...
TRANSFORMERS!!!!!

And not just in a normal cinema.. Oh no. I am paying ridiculous prices to go and see it in a VIP cinema in the 'Fast.
You can call me crazy, but it had me on the reclining leather armchairs [modelled on first class aeroplane seats].
Oh yes.
It is going to be good.

And after that, we get to wander round for a few hours until Albert strikes 9 and then we are going to the No Dancing Club in Katy Dalys.. There was a poster for it in the Spring& Airbrake.. It had Cursive, Bloc Party, The Decemberists etc etc...
Basically it was one giant list of all the bands I like.
In rainbow colours.
How could we say no?

Having rambled about this... I hope it all happens. Especially as I rambled on a blog. Where nobody will understand what I'm on about..

Ahem.

So T in the park was goooood. The Sounds and New Young Pony Club and Shiny Toy Guns were fantastic..
As were the doughnuts that were still warm and covered in sugar and the tent we stayed in protected us from rain and mud.
Although I have to say...the favourite Scots chant of 'Here we, here we, he were fuckin' go!' Is a tad annoying at 3am..
Oh and if you're ever in Wetherspoons on Jamaica street, SHUN THEM.
They refused to give us any alcohol whatsoever for no reason at all..
Grr.

Hmm.. I should be getting back to HP...
I'm currently destructing my house a bit, then reading a chapter, then destroying a bit more, then reading a chapter.. and so on. It's fun.

I have run out of momentum for now.. might edit later...

bah.

~over and out *flourishes wand*

Odd

^ it's cracked dry earth, underwater!!!!
get your head around that..

I don't have much to say except that,
my hair is now EMO-TASTIC
I am bored
I have used skype to a slightly larger extent than previously
It is 2 weeks until T in the Park
I am bored
I have a love/hate relationship with homebase
I made a crappy podcast. Again.


Click here to get your own player.



~over and ooot

Summer......

I love this^ little guy... I may have posted him before but..
Come on!
Look at his little convies!

So apparently it's summer.
*looks outside*
Apparently.
*glare*

Why is it I'm always in the house by myself when it's murdering weather? stormy nights and so on?
hmm?
well..?
meh..

At least I have no more school. Ever.
No more school uniform! ...well... maybe on special occasions.. ^_~
No more 'sir' and 'miss'.. although.. yeah I'll probably still have to do that..

But now I am a free of sorts..
what will I do with my time?
I think I might spend it figuring out how things work.. Like cars' engines. Or skype. Although Skype would take me all summer. With it's crazy noises and buttons. I have a lot of time I guess.. Oh and html.
And I want to paint some walls.
And visit lots of places.
And go driving.
Maybe visit places whilst driving..? hmm...

Oh McDonalds.... how innocent you are... "you can now get milk, fruit and carrot sticks in Shrek-themed bags, to help make them fun for your little ones"
"OMG shrek bags! I used to think hydrogen peroxide covered carrot sticks were boring.. but man! these shrek-bags make them a laugh a minute!"
As if...

The internet is boring me...
WHY does this happen?
When I had exams the internet was interesting.. and I couldn't concentrate on anything..
But now I want something to revise!

SIGH............

Life ..*rolls eyes*

Somebody give me some scandal!
Some chat!
Something!
[but not crabs....]

gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I'msososososobored.

bah.

I'm off to interent surf in vain...

~over and dies out

Ilikerain

Thunder!
More thunder!
Lots of thunder!

and now,

RAIN!!

I love rain when it's warm.. And it's proper wet rain... I know I've said this before but it's been so ickily hot recently that I am very happy indeed that it's raining big drops..

And everything looks so amazing when it's raining.. like all the colours come out far better..

Exhibit A:


Exhibit B


Mm.. rain..
I don't even know if those pictures prove anything.. it may just be the light here..

Eeearrrk! I should be revising particle physics!
And I've been distracted by builders and lunch and thunderrain..
hmph.
A-levels... bah.

I went to London recently.. It was faaantaastic. Getting there wasn't though, flybe don't like me leaving the country.. =(
made me 4 hours late =(( I think I caught up the time though.
After I got over my excitement about the hotel.. it was awesome..
The lifts were pure sex.. Maybe that's just my if-it's-black-i-like-it instinct.. but they were black inside with darkened mirrors and starlights in the floor! I liked those lifts.. even though I was only in them 6 times.. but they were a good 6times..
It was a sweet hotel.. apart from the plumbing issues.. although that was my own fault for spending too long in the shower..
I saw some english girl while I was there. Shocking I know, an english girl in england.. We discovered that countdown is on tv somewhere between 2 and 3 in the morning..
Good to know.

Rar.
Yes I really must go and stare blankly at my physics notes.

~Over and out in the rain!

Capacitance

hehe.. E-MO!

bah.. i did a resit today. physics. module 4. it was balls.
i don't know why i can't seem to use my brain in exams anymore.
it's proving to be quite a problem.
ah well.

hmm. do things ever happen that are just so strange and surreal?
diego dog just walked in with a piece of hose pipe.
Hose pipe.
like, wtf?
where did he find a piece of hose pipe?!

It's like the times where i would be sitting at the computer, look round and there would be a chicken standing there, staring at me. WHY?
Of course all the chickens then got snarfled by a fox but.. anyway.

oh and another thing..
Apart from northern ireland, are there any other places where random religious signs appear? lately there have been these little signs appearing on telegraph poles around the place.
"Where will YOU spend eternity?'
I quite like that one. It isn't overly religious. Quite deep and philosophical.
And of course there's the jesus rock. Like this big ass boulder that someone painted white and wrote 'jesus is the rock of salvation' in red paint on.. but that's been about for years.
After it was painted as a christmass pudding.

hehe. crazy country!

Bah. Big brother is gonna suuuuuuuck. I can tell.
I really should have revised physics instead of watching it.
uuurgh. gonna have to actually work so hard for m5&6.
baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

I wonder what will be on jerry springer today. i will return to update if it's good..
bah at barbados and its coastal erosion too.

~over and watching neighbours..

Wrath of the Transsexuals

Hehe.. that's the title on Jerry Springer today.
It's gonna be a good one.. I can tell..
Oh they're chanting "YOU ARE GAY" now. Charming
He could be a dirty bisexual you know. Pfft.

Onto happier things:

The Locker of Dreams


I love tayto crisps.. I will miss them next year. I like that you can buy them in multipacks from the airport. (^_^)
And mm.. their onion rings...
But nothing beats the cheese and onion..

Did you know that Blogger now saves your drafts automatically! ?
I didn't.. but this little bubble alert thing sure is telling me.

Hm. Jerry Springer is weird. It keeps descending into a transsexual chasing the bouncers around.



so yesterday the sky was really cool. I don't think this photo captures the crazy light and such... But basically the sky was really grey and there was the strange light which still highlights all the different shades of green.
I love it when it's like that.
It makes me feel at home, because you don't get it anywhere else. And when it happens I just want to stand and stare at it for aaaages.

It's the 26th tomorrow. I don't like the 26th May.
Purely because I am a selfish being.
Someone is going to Barbados on that day.
Which is simultaneously awesome and =(
Barbados is far away.. kinda.
Someone had better live out those Malibu ads... you know with the bus and the donkey.
And be relaxed and chilled at realise they aren't gonna work in a shop instead of going to university.
And I bet something.
Wanna know what?

I bet that there would be an Irish pub in Barbados..
Someone laughed at me and said there is no way that there would be an Irish pub in Barbados.

Google, I luff thee:
Mc Brides Pub and Cookhouse – To be found at St Lawrence Gap on the south coast. Genuine Irish pub/restaurant hosting live Irish music for the nightly hooley mixed with limbo dancing.
Lord Willoughby’s Tavern
Bagatelle Great House, St. Thomas Parish, Barbados - open 24 hours a day too!

*does a little dance*

I love it when I'm right ^_^

Oo.. Ray Mears' bushcraft!
He's in a canyon.
I should so not be allowed to procrastinate.

Um yes. I don't really have anything else to say...

Except that pens are very useful. I think I will write with one.

*awkward silence*

*tips hat*
Ev'nin'.

Soo....

This is basically to inform anyone who is interested that there is an audiofile of sheer shite available:


Click here to get your own player.



I got my yearbook today. It turns out that 'A wee doughnut' will not go down in the books.. =(
I really have nothing to say...
I think I will edit at a later date.

[That edit I promised]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Do you know what today [monday 21st may] is?
no?
Good because if you knew it was the eve of the start of my exams [aka. definitive failure] I would be a tad creeped out.
Which would not be all that great because I'm already a little bit freaked out about the whole failing thing:
Creeped + freaked = Strung out me

Ok so... Who's watching Kingdom?
Because Stephen Fry is quite clearly amaaaaaaazing. And so people should automatically watch anything including his presence.
It's true.
Speaking of which, QIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!
I might be going to see it.. I will be going to Landan anyway, which will be faaantaastic.
Right after one of my physics exams too.
Which brings me right back to:
AAAAAAAGGGGGH...
English Lit + Physics practical = OH DEAR


Hmm.. ::calm::
I'm not going to fail.. I might not do as well as I need to.. but I won't fail as such...
Hang on.. not doing as well as I need is failing isn't it?
Oh well.
My best is all I can do and whatnot.
Although I think that's a fallacy too.. Like what if I don't do my best? and I don't get into uni and am forced to become a bum..

Damn Law.
::/overly-panicky-ramble::

I should clearly stop know and read about Drift Velocity.
Because it's important folks.

~under and under

Last. Monday. Ever.

Ok ok.. so the title might have given you excitement that I was going to do away with myself and you wouldn't have to deal with this anymore, but alas no, I meant my last Monday in school EVER.. No, really, EVER.
I'm not old enough... It hasn't sunk in... I don't know anything! I am not educated!
And I still haven't done my Art...

I'm chuckling, but I should be crying...

I should, perhaps, podcast soon.. As I will have things to talk about in a mumbley manner.. Like AEROBICS! Jeez, that was fun..
*looks at photies on bebo and forgets where I am with this*

...Yeas...

Don't you hate it when you really feel like having some cake*, only there is no cake in the vicinity? Which really sucks because you would quite love to have some cake? Even though that cake isn't battenburg and doesn't really go so well with your music? I hate it. That's fo' sho'.

It's Pimms o'clock! I like it being warm outside... That means it's always pimms o'clock..

Ok, so my Art book is guilt tripping me, and begging me to write about how a sense of drama is created, so I feel I should pay it some attention...

~Over and out of education


* 'cake' is being used as a euphemism in this case.. Although having no cake can be just as annoying.. Hm.


[EDIT]
so I casted my pod a little bit.. it sucks but anyway..

because it's my duty to post gory car thingys every six months... ^_^;





While I was at it I found this:


It's very odd... and a TERRIBLE accent. *cringe*

I don't like it.

Eek^2

Mello...

^ That piece of crap in progress.. is my art exam.. bum.
2 hours down, 10 to go...

Have I ever said how awesome my art teacher is? I would have failed by now if it wasnt for her.. And I feel really bad because apparently she's been worried about me... I've 'never been this vacant before'..
Vacant is a nice word..
Hmm...

She's perfect in her own way..... Smoke rings rising to the winter grey...
She's amazing in her own way.. Laughing, you won't get to her weaker traits..

Aah j.e.w .. I'm reliving some of my old music at the moment... good times, good times..
There's also some pretty nifty new music on my ipod that I like closing my eyes and listening to.. it's nice. in a goffic way. I think. I don't really get the 'goth' genre within music.... like clothing and attitude yes.. hmm....
Apologies to those gofficks out there..



Old skool AVRIL!!!!! T IN THE FREAKING PARK!

*I did not just go on a half-hour youtube spree.... oh... wait... yes I did... ^_^; *



Yep, I got to Duke Special somehow... I like him, he is hobo chic.. =)

Ahem.. I should go and do something remotely art exam related.. I'm told I need to 'think backgrounds'

......

I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go....

~Over and out there..

Freewheel..

Good non-specified-time,
I really have to remember about this little place.. I think I need someone with a big stick standing over me constantly actually.
Like, it's Easter, so a holiday from school without being a holiday.. As everyone piles the work on as "hey, you'll have loads of time to do it"
NO I do not have all the time to do it... Well okay, I do, but I tend to just sit here doing nothing instead.
Motivation? Anybody? Can someone spare me a dime?
exxaaaaaaactly.

Ho hum..
Dr who is on... Sugar is in it! and she's being somewhat nice..
Mwah ha ha!! giant crabs! awesome...

So this week, whilst not doing any work, i went to portsmouth.. it was faaantastic.. well not so much portsmouth itself as the person i was visiting... i miss making innuendo out of innocence.. and i quite miss that english girl as well.. Hmm..
Question for Cat, if she still reads; when you're in a restaurant or something, do you feel a little uneasy if you're not near a wall? or is it just my craziness? la de da... *tries to dance out of question that will make apparent my weirdness*

Eek... I havne't done enough Art, or any Maths. And Physics hasn't even featured on my mind... oh well..
I've watched dr who and joseph school malarky. that's what counts.. right? no... clearly not..

PORN <- engishface told me to write that... i'm on the phone to her right now. She's being EMO.
I'm trying to convince her to get a blogger account. meh heh heh.... I think I may have succeeded..

Hmm. holidays are mostly over... they were mostly unproductive, but 3 days of them were awesome..

gah i'm going to shup nw before i go off on a tangent that no one really cares to read about...

over and out, innit..

bum

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Here,

-Hip Hop Jesus style

-Not taking antibiotics well

-Bad phone bill

-Vandalising love hearts

"It stops abruptly and is mostly wrong. But I blame that on being delirious." - me, upon handing in a maths past paper.

That was my week...

Neglect

I'm sorry Bloggy...
I have neglected you..
I know this..
And I'm sorry..

So I voted today ^^
Not that it will actually make a difference ever. I voted greeeeeeeeeeeen...
And I don't think anyone really cares who I voted for so I won't continue the list.
Here is where I would normally get all angry about politics. However I watched a spotlight special last night where they had people from the 4 main parties answering questions, and I feel that the TV absorbed most of my anger.

Mmm... I should really be doing English coursework....
I hate the fact that I can't sit down and work.. Everybody else can do it...

Oo.. I have a new voice... sort of...

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And I can breathe! sort of....

I just got me some chocolate milk.... I love that stuff..

Anyway...

How's life?
Exams are getting ever closer.. and I'm starting to get stressed... but this stress is not causing any action.. This links in with my coursework point. I have something stupid like 7 weeks of school left. EVER.
That's weird.

I wacthed Loose Women for the first time the other day. It was INSANE. Like, actually.
Although I did laugh when they used the term "carpet muncher".
Watching it made me nervous.. I think I'm just too cynical about "media". Like, I felt that it was all very... planned... or something..
And the boss one's hair freaked me out.

The puppy dog is HUGE now. He likes my shoes. It frustrates me.. He'll appear with one of my vans in his mouth, looking quite pleased with himself. I'll grab the shoe and tell him to stop being annoying.
2 minutes later, he appears with the other shoe looking very pleased with himself indeed.
He also likes toast.

I am trying to think of interesting things to tell you..
Oo.. the picture that should be at the top of this.. is of a poster in my Maths room. It was made one friday afternoon before open day.. so ages ago.. but it's still up, pride of place. I love that it's displayed..
I guess I would have to explain that in my Maths class there is an anti-surd movement. This covers fractions and constants as well. We argue about it every time it comes up, saying it's pointless and silly.. Physics is much better.. gives proper answers.

I am all out of ideas.
Sorry.

I'm going to finish my chocolate milk now..

~over and udder

1/2 Term

yay..!!
long weekend.. and by long weekend i mean nearly a weeklong weekend.. 4 whole days!

So in school today we hear news of a guy in 4th year who has been suspended for.... wait for it.....

making a death threat to president bush on the fbi website whilst on school computers.

What a great reason to get suspended..
So that was my day.

Yeeasss...
Tonight we are making a great equation,

pizza
+
ribs
+
requiem for a dream
=
good times.

There was/is no point to this post.. I just felt I should make one..

~Over and oot.

Blame Kateface

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Have you seen her stick?
It's really big. Really big.
The volume is fucked. but i guess that means you can listen to the music extra loud ^_^

I still have a cold. Yes, it is the same one from months ago. We have an intimate relationship, ok?
I do talk. But only because of the big stick.
And i talk shite, so don't listen..

Thank you

~over and running away