Friday 30 January 2009

Day Eighty: Actually sounds really weird when you say it out loud, doesn't it?

Man, that was a pretty fucking awesome night.

It started with several beers and good pizza with James, while we watched Taken, which I must point out right now is a fucking ball-flatteningly awesome film. The moral might only be "Don't kidnap Liam Neesons's daughter, because he will royally fuck up you and anyone else involved, but it's still a lesson I think we can all take to heart.

So, many beers later, we were joined by Lauren and Emily, and played the most schizophrenic collection of music ever. Goddamn youtube. Although, apparently I thought enough of some of these to post them on my facebook. Who knew?

Staggering away from that, we went to Sarah's digs to wish her a very merry birthday, and for James to present her with a cake. Because he's a total fag like that.

Anyway. Eventually we get out to the LCR, and it's a mixed bag, in terms of the tunes. James has a word with the dude who has influence, but it is not greatly successful. But that doesn't matter, because soon enough I'm drunk enough that anything with ever a vaguely danceable beat is now THE BEST SONG EVER.

Eventually I get to the point where I want to fall over and die, so I head outside, running into Thom. Now, I previously mentioned Thom as the godless swine who gave me mulled wine on my birthday, effectively removing all memories past drinking it. But, and this is partially due to the umbrage he took as a result of this, I'd just like to clarify that Thom is pretty fucking awesome, and I think he's genuinely cool. Even if he has removed his dreadlocks of power.

Eventually wandering back inside with Emily, we proceeded to tear the shit out of the dancefloor, rocking to any number of absolutely terrible songs before the close. So, bus back home, then I ended up wandering across the road where there was some lovely spooning with Sarah in Rachel's bed, before Lauren gave me a cheese toasty to finish off the night.

And now I'm back home wearing absolutely nothing, and giggling endlessly to myself because I'm listening to Prince and remembering that the bad guy's main henchman in Taken looks unerringly familiar to him.

Heh.

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Now playing: Prince / 1999

Thursday 29 January 2009

Day Seventy Nine: I can't really think of titles anymore.

So, further evidence that I'm a horrifyingly sad bastard, I spent much of my morning watching Mean Girls. There's something wrong with me, I'm sure. Also, what went wrong with Lindsay Lohan? Seriously, she was all sorts of awesome in Mean Girls, and then she just kinda stopped doing anything remotely good. Although, she was superbly outshone by Lizzy Caplin, who I will make my wife one day. My word yes.

And that blonde one too, Rachel McAdams? My word yes. But only when she had dark hair. Blonde, and in the movie, she's just a little too convincing as an entity of pure scary evil.

Anyway.

I've been in a weird sort of funk recently, with the constant zombie genocide of Left 4 Dead and the resultant erratic sleep pattern making my brain feel funny. But I've got the solution. A proper good night of drinking, followed by some hardcore sleeping through all of Saturday. I'm going to tear mad shit through the 90's LCR, so I'd like to apologise to anyone who I meet that night, as I'm going to be ludicrously, horribly drunk, and I won't be a nice person.

I think what really fucked me up this week was getting absolutely destroyed for Tuesday's beach party LCR. (well, I had to. It was nice to bring out the enormous hat again, for no real reason.) Ordinarily that wouldn't be a problem, but I then had to go to Liberate! with Callum and Damien for another epic gay night which I believe culminated in a magnificent rendition of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody all along the Avenues, followed by watching about half of Goldeneye, which is now officially the best Bond movie ever. I decided that this was so, with great authority.

So, yeah, I'm going to attempt to get my brain unfucked soon. There isn't that much left of this term now!

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Now playing: Guster / One Man Wrecking Machine

Wednesday 28 January 2009

Day Seventy Eight: A true story

oh GOD why did I set two alarms
PAIN
PAIN
Ah relief
Sleep?
No. Coursework.
Shit.
FUCK.
this is crap.
hey new scrubs today!
download
HEY VIRUS FUCK YOU
I GOT YOUR TROJAN HORSE RIGHT HERE FUCKO
god, related reading?
What the fuck?
Amazon.
related books
oh, sweet, that was easy.
hey, scrubs is done
i like new blonde intern. i would sex her up.
ah Janitor.
SHIT
FUCK
write write
man fuck you michael billig
what is wrong with you
how can you make comedy boring
what the fuck
oh hey Kate
POWER CUT
WHAT THE FUCK
IF MY WORK ISN'T SAVED PEOPLE WILL DIE
oh good
work exists
goood
man this article sucks
article summary: this article is wank. fuck you michael billig.
FUCK YOU
okay send to uni
40 minutes to deadline
WHERE THE FUCK IS BUS
music bus music
uni
print
in at the last gasp
one minute to go
bus
SLEEP

Addendum: So, last night was pretty good. Aussie beach party always rocks. I didn't get on the mechanical surfboard unfortunately, but that's probably a good thing as I drank all the booze. ALL THE BOOZE. And man, when I'm drunk I can be a right bastard to myself. What kind of evil bastard sets four alarms for 7 in the morning after a night of drinking? I mean, that was just hellish. Still, first bit of coursework in, and I'm going out tonight as well. At least I don't have to wake up early tomorrow. My first on-campus activity is at four in the afternoon. Praise Jesus.

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Now playing: Rick Derringer / Real American

Tuesday 27 January 2009

Day Seventy Seven: DRINKING

I'd like to take a moment to philosophise about drinking, and why it's fucking awesome. Drinking offers clarity of purpose. Maybe not clarity of mind, and certainly not clarity of body movement, but I can certainly attest that I've always done my clearest and most direct thinking when I'm completely fucking battered.

When you're sober (or at least when I'm sober. That's right, I'm assuming that every else's mental experiences are identical to mine. Because that makes total sense. Anyway, back to a sentence that won't make sense anymore) then you have to deal with all of those moments of self-consciousness, all those little instances of wondering what you're doing, what's going on, and what you've done. But hell, when you've got a good drunk on, all of that goes away, and gets replaced by one firm, rock solid belief; You are totally awesome, and you are fantastic.

If you're doing your drinking correctly, you'll always feel great. In the company of good people, and with a good supply of booze, you'll never feel bad. Drinking helps people connect better, making all the worries and fears disappear from conversation and removing self-doubt and fear from the equation. Drinking is wonderful.

Naturally, there are downsides. You don't have good people around you when you're seriously drunk, and there's a tendency to get deeply introspective. This is a terrible thing to happen, because it actually reduces the amount of time you want to spend with other people. You start to not only suspect, but know that everyone who attempts to talk to you is a bastard and you hate them. It's a terrible vicious cycle to get into, which is the main reason why you should nnever leave drunk people by themselves. They'll likely be seeking out some terrible vengence on humanity in general.

But man, if all the factors flow together in a nice enough way (and, in my experience, if you drink enough, things generally tend to do that regardless) then getting completely fucking steamrollered is one of the greatest things in life. Oh God yes.

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Now playing: St Germain / Acid Jazz So Flute

Monday 26 January 2009

Day Seventy Six: BLEH MUST POST NOW

So I've been dicking around with all the import notes settings on Facebook, and I think the entire thing is just completely borked. There's no real way for me to import blog entries as notes without it cutting off at some arbitrary point, unless I feel like doing it manually each time I update. And man, that is another level of just sheer, I cannot be arsed to do that.

Also, it would detract from my much valued "playing Left 4 Dead" time. Because holy shit I cannot get enough of this game. Steam has this funky little ranking system where it adds up all the games and the time you spend playing them, and then gives you a rating from 1-10 depending on how many hours you've spent in-game.

Now normally, my rating would hover around a 1 or 2 ('El Terrible' and 'Nearly Lifeless' respectively), and then maybe jump up to about a 4 ('Master of Nothing') whenever a new episode of Half Life came out or while I was playing Portal nonstop for that magical month when it was first released.

Left 4 Dead has elevated my to the high echelons of 7 ('Wax on, Wax off'). This is a bit rediculpus now. It's my third year at uni, I should really be doing reading, or writing coursework, or something. Not killing zombies.

Although, hey, looking at the rest of the ratings, it looks like Valve are continuing the Karate Kid theme. The next level is 'COBRA KAI!' I think I might have to earn that just on principle. Back to the grind I guess.

Also, I cannot get this tune out of my head so I will have to listen to it on an infinite loop until my brain explodes. Thank you and goodnight.

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Now playing: The Asteroids Galaxy Tour / Around The Bend

Friday 23 January 2009

Day Seventy Five: Bleh

I know I was at a house party last night. There's no beer in my fridge, and I've got new pizza boxes and takeaway menus in my room. I also woke up with an open and completely undrunk can of coke next to my bed. That proved useful in getting up this morning.

Oh yeah, so I found this on youtube. Streetfighter, as played out by those little video links that you can click on within videos now. It's worth playing through once just to appreciate the insane amount of work that's gone into it.

Man, I am still far too hungover to deal with any of this.

Also, I can't stop playing this. It's like Left 4 Dead, except actually constant zombies, and you can't run away.

And seriously, Left 4 Dead is actually the best online multiplayer game I've played. I've been far too used to all this 2142 and Halo nonsense, where I'm fighting against teenaged Asian kids who've been playing the game since it was released for 21 hours a day, and can headshot you from 2000 yards away using a pistol. In that respect, Left 4 Dead is a lovely contrast. It's like being in school, the group has to move at the pace of the slowest kid. If ThUnDeRcOcK_69 from Germany is being retarded and gets eaten by a zombie, everyone else has to stop and help, otherwise they're all screwed. It's a brilliant system, this forced teamwork.

The only problem is the horrifying imbalances that can happen in Verses mode. If you're up against a team who know how to properly use the zombies, and you've got three mouthbreathers who can barely walk unassisted then you're probably screweed. But Left 4 Dead is the only online shooter that's still fun, even when you're losing. That's how well is works.

So, what you need to do is buy it and start playing. Add me via Steam (Aceaz5) and let's get some games going.

Alternatively, if you've already got me on Steam, then, dude, we seriously need to play more!

Thursday 22 January 2009

Day Seventy Four: -title-

Good drunken evening tonight. Came straight from campus to town, where I met up with Sarah Katie and Sam, and we drank quite a lot.

Did you know that they do Double Jaeger Bombs in Squares for £3.75? My mind is still fucking blown over that. I need to go there before every film I watch. Apart from that, we also had many different cocktails of many different colours, and it was wonderful.

Oh, and then! we decided to get gallery seats to watch the absolutely awful My Bloody Valentine...IN 3D!. Did you know that when you get gallery seats that it's literally all you can eat for popcorn and nachos, and all you can drink in terms of coke and shit? Because while it might be a couple of quid more for the seats, it is totally fucking worth it. I've eaten my body weight in Nachos and Popcorn, which combined with the drink, is making me feel very unusual. Water should help.

Although, I do have a 9am tomorrow. Well, actually, in less than seven hours. Which means I probably need to wake up fairly soon, a problem that is made so much more difficult because I'm not even in bed yet.

Does anyone else feel odd when they decided to do sex scenes in Skins? I'm watching the new episode right now and I feel a bit odd, like I'm watching child pornography or something terrible like that.

I've no idea how good this is. It's all very back to the future at the moment.

Heh, Harry Enfield has still got it.

Man, fart jokes? Really?

C'mon, I thought we were past this.

Oh, and now he's exposing himself to the entire student population. Of course.


Man, fuck this, I'm watching some battlestar!

Wednesday 21 January 2009

Day Seventy Three: Man, Battlestar is seriously awesome.

I mean, I'm not sure I've covered this enough. I've been re-watching it through from the beginning, and it's still capable of constantly rocking my socks. I think the main reason why is that I've been burned so many times before by other sci-fi shows.

The big thing as a kid for me was stuff like Stargate and Voyager, and the problem with these shows is that that had a very pronounced tendency to manage to change absolutely nothing from episode to episode. Okay, maybe that's unfair. Stargate at least changed slightly from season to season, there was a sense that there was a progressive plot line. Every five episodes or so something would happen to change the universe that these guys were living in, and that's a good thing.

But man, Voyager was just different class. Somewhere out there on the intertubes is a list of which characters have died, in which episode, and just how many times. The exact number is not important, it's just that over seven seasons, I seem to remember every single main character dying at least once. At least Stargate only did that with one character, and they had the good grace to make it a running joke.

Voyager though, was something else. That punched the reset button so often that I'm surprised it even worked by the time they got to the final season.

The point that I'm laboriously trying to make is that every single action that happens in BSG has consequences, consequences that actually have repercussions for more than two episodes. Also, it has killer robots, and wicked awesome space battles. So, yeah, you should totally check it out. We're in Season Four, and we're wrapping it all up, and it is awesome.

Tuesday 20 January 2009

Day Seventy Two: Some things happened today.

I am going to list them in reverse order, because that's just how I roll. And also I'm planning on getting all gay and political at the end, so I'd rather save that. So.

I saw Twilight today with Kate and Emily. I'd been wary about seeing this because it looked, to put it bluntly, fucking terrifyingly bad. And man, I was not disappointed. This is a new triumph in awful cinema. I mean, there were parts, mainly involving the father, that stood out as great, not least because they were actually intentionally funny. But then, when there's a ten minute scene with Vampire Fucking Baseball, then I started to waver. I'll admit that the film was partially saved by the beers that I snuck in. And there was also that one scene where a girl commented that a dress made her boobs look fantastic, and I could do nothing but completely agree with her. Personally, the most hilarious thing is watching Robert Pattison doing interviews. He looks totally scared and confused by the entire thing. Also, download .flv player or whatever you have to do to watch that clip. It's worth it to hear Pattison call the character that he plays (one of the two protagonists) a complete moron.

I also saw Frost/Nixon today, and it was pretty cool and interesting. A film like this is kind of tricky to recommend to people, given that it's targeting a very specific audience, especially within this country. It is worth seeing at some point, however, just because the dude who plays Nixon is pretty fantastic at what he does. Also good was noticing that Michael Sheen has to work really hard to avoid turning into Tony Blair throughout. Plus, Sam Rockwell! I love that dude!

And then, the big thing that happened today. At the inauguration today, the announcer dude totally flubbed his line! Man what a dick. I bet he wanted to die there and then. Massive worldwide audience, 2 million hearing him speak live, and he stutters while introducing a senator. I hope he doesn't go home and feel bad.

But yeah, woo Obama!

Although I do notice that chocolate money has not been falling from the sky and I have not yet been given my flying car, as expressly laid out within his campaign promises.

Man, that Obama guy is a dick.

Although thank God George Bush Jr. is no longer president. I mean, seriously? That guy? What happened there, huh America? Sounds like you got some explaining to do.

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Now playing: The Animals / House Of The Rising Sun

Monday 19 January 2009

Day Seventy One: Inernetnerts

So, have you guys heard about Microsoft Songsmith? It's the most insane and weird thing I've come across, today at least.

The original idea is that you sing into this program, and it then automatically generates music that matches your vocals, creating something lovely and beautiful, as illustrated by this lovely video.

(By the way, make sure you watch the whole movie. At the very least, skip to around 1:55, otherwise you'll miss the best ever line, delivered with not a hint of irony: "Microsoft, huh? So it's pretty easy to use?" Bravo. I bet the script editor sat up in bed and hugged himself after he came up with that.)

Anyway, that's not why this song is. See, if you take a rip of the vocals from any song, you can plug it into this program, and it'll automatically generate a result for you. They can, at times, be terrifying, like this version of 'Roxanne' by The Police, which has changed into something else entirely. Other songs, I think, bear experimentation. Like 'Wonderwall', which has now become my favourite song again, for all the wrong reasons.

I mean, this is just a completely weird and facinating thing, trying to watch technology interpret music and just coming up with completely insane versions instead. Look! 'Just What I Needed', by The Cars. What in the blue fuck happened there? Or with 'What's Going On?' by Marvin Gaye. I mean, we're way off the insanity chart and moving into "good and holy jesus this is freaking me out please make it stop" territory here.

The best, I think, is going to have to be 'Enter Sandman'. Man, that's just fucking completely batshit insane. While being completely fantastic, of course.

In fact, I'm not going to listen to cover versions of songs any more. I'm going to let Songsmith do the work from now on. Because this is beautiful.

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Now playing: Alice Cooper / School's Out (But probably not the version you're thinking of.)

Sunday 18 January 2009

Day Seventy: So here's a story

OKAY FOR SOME REASON FACEBOOK IS GAY AND CAN'T DO ENTIRE NOTES IN IT'S SYNCING SERVICE. SO CLICK VIEW ORIGINAL POST IF YOU WANT TO FOLLOW ON MY DRUNKEN RAMBLINGS.

ALSO I DON'T KNOW WHY I STARTED TYPING THIS IN CAPITALS AND NOW I CAN'T SEEM TO STOP.

Anyway.

While I was back home and without internet, I'd be checking all my favourite blogs and sites, and I'd keep seeing people updating with "Yeah, I'm playing too much Left 4 Dead right now, but I'll be back soon" and I'd think that those dudes were total losers. I mean, how good can one game be? I've played addicting games before, and I still managed to keep the blog going. Jesus, these people are just really lazy.

So, obviously, that's what I've been doing for the last couple of days. It helped that James' birthday managed to land right on the Thursday evening, which wiped me out both for that evening and also the following morning, due to a nine am start doing TV sitcom, which incidentally promises to be even wankier than animation. I even used the term "post-modern" in the first seminar. It doesn't bode well for anyone who wants to watch telly with me ever again.

So, Friday night, and I figured I'd do a double update to compensate for the missed one. Until I remembered I had another party to go to. It was just over the road. And also I'd apparently and very drunkenly promised Chris that "Oh yeah mate I'll definitely be there mate no worries mate I'll see you there dude."

So, house party (with awesome bottle opening hat) and another lazy morning later, I decided to do my double update on Saturday and make many many amusing jokes about the whole situation.

Then I ran into both James coming round and getting drunk with me while we played left 4 dead before leaving with the rest of my house for the LCR which was pretty brutal.

So I've made it to sunday, and I'm kind of just lying in bed after eating far too much bacon, as expertly prepared by both Kate and myself, and I decide to give Left 4 Dead a quick blastthrough.

And that takes us through to now, where I've actually had it turned off for more that an hour, but it is still five in the fucking morning. Honestly, the problems I've got are far too much for just one post, so I'm just going to say sorry for the lapse in updates dudes, but they will resume in the regular fashion this monday. Which is technically today but I'm going to go ahead and work a little blogger magic to pretend that that never happened...

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Now playing: Battlestar Galactica Soundtrack - Season 3/ All Along The Watchtower (From 'Crossroads, Part 2')

Wednesday 14 January 2009

Day Sixty Nine: HUR SIXTY NINE LOL

Man, I was different kinds of drunk last night. And I've no idea what that rambling about Spaced being my desktop background was.

Though I do have clear memories of trying to minimise it and being unable to, and my desktop icons being in the way of Simon Peggs face. So I don't know.

Anyway, I'm getting quite excited because this weekend sees the relaunch of pretty much all of the shows that I watch in the States. Not only is The Office back, but we've also got the final block of the Battlestar Galactica season four coming too.

(Have I talked before about Galactica? It's awesome. Robots, nukes, and most of humanity getting wiped out in the opening episode. Plus the Presidents wife from Independence Day as the actual president, which is pretty cool. It's sort of like what I always wanted Star Trek to be, but unfortunately Trek either never had the budget for wicked cool explosions every week or the main cast managed to be boring and lame. We never got both at the same time. But Galactica rocks. Bears beat Battlestar Galactica however. FACT. And now close brackets)

Scrubs has returned as well, with a block of four episodes in the space of about three days, and it's looking surprisingly good so far thanks to a distinct lack of the network rapage and the fact that because the budget has been cut they have to focus on actually writing the episode well and avoiding JD's trips into fantasy land. Seriously, it was reaching Family Guy levels by the end of the last season, which is just terrible. But I'm liking this new season so far.

And, of course, we've got Heroes coming back as well, which is both a good and bad thing, as it's maybe one of the worst shows on, and yet something keeps dragging me back to it. Maybe it's because I really love Masi Oka. Or because we've got Spock in it. (Although, he's been killed off, right? Which probably means he'll be back as the surprise big bad for the finale.)

Anyway, thanks to this, you can expect even more incomprehensible rambling about TV that you havn't watched in the future.

Yaaay.

Tuesday 13 January 2009

Day Sixty Eight: Rambling

So, the thing is, I'm drunk and posting my very second entry of this year in a terribly, drunken, state.

Spaced is on in the most unconventional way possible and it's kicking arse.

Argh you fucking bastard.

I don't know how I managed to get the entire first season od spaced t opalay as my desktop baackgound but I',m excited avbout it.


oh god.

man picked dog.

aaaaaaaaaah.

Sarah.

wgheres that come from?

My ex-girlfriend.

lologram.

I love you too boss hogg.

the point is that somehow, I need to fill up 250 words somehow as well as formulating some kind of realistic sleep plan.

Honestly, this background and weird version of spaced is weirding me out and I am deeplyt confus3ed about how it came to exist. I mean, seriously, what the fuck.

The honest truth is that somehowe spaced is playing in the backgrou8nf, it'ds wierding me out,m and somehow it's become complete.

ahha haha ahhaaahaa.

Thrush.

So, anyway, because I know nothing about my housmates, all I'll say is that I am writing nothiong specific or terrible about them. All I'm doing is rambling vaguely on while spaced plays in thr background.

The thing is, you need to get that out of the way sooner, rather than later, otherwiae it leasds to terrible tension and stress.

The point is, I need to sleep in a serious degree soon, and I don't realy care about tyhe activities of my desktop background. And yet, somehow they are involved with my life.

Holy jesus fuck.

Anyway, bedtime now. Fucks sake.

Monday 12 January 2009

Day Sixty Seven: I'm back!

...a day later than I promised, but after having about 50 million drunken conversations about Christmas and New Year which were essentially that "yeah, mine was pretty okay. Yours? Okay, yeah? Okay then." I figured that no-one really wants to read me trying to stretch out Christmas and New Years over 250 words. I mean, it was pretty good, yeah, but not particularly exciting.

With two exceptions.

The first was a major New Years Eve party. I'd spent the last year caretaking my sisters New Years Eve party, which consisted of Matt and me drinking two cases of beer, confiscating some booze that we liked the look of and booting one kid out because we knew his older brother and thought he was a wanker. Or it was the actual older brother. I don't know, it was over a year ago and I was pretty drunk.

So, I'd resolved with Matt that we were going to get totally drunk and messed up, and not hang around fifteen year-olds. Not ones that I was related to, anyway. After preparing a horrifying and illegal quantity of booze, and drinking half a bottle of Jack Daniels, we travelled to a house party of my mates, where people were sitting around, talking quietly and playing video games. AND NOT DRINKING.

Obviously we both felt that this was unacceptable, so we drank half our bottle of vodka in around ten minutes before corralling everyone in the room to play drinking games with us and stop playing Mario and Sonic go to the Olympic Games. It worked, because the rest of that evening is a blurry mess of embarrassing conversations, swearing, amusing hats and far, far too much further drinking. I definitly remember the cannabis laced vodka that was brought out later on, however, as I'm pretty sure that was the thing that gave me a hangover for two days afterwards. Oh, and sending a text to half my phonebook which reads: "New years day? More like new years gay." at four in the fucking morning. If you didn't get one, it's probably because I hate you. Or love you, insofar as your opinion on drunken early morning texts goes.

The second was a night out just last week, on Tuesday. Me and Matt had settled in for a bit of Dazed and Confused, a film which neither of us had seen in ages and which we soundly agreed was completely awesome, and we were about half way through and drinking beer when we got the call to go up to town for further drinking, and a pub quiz.

(Did I mention that it had snowed the night before? That is important. Bear it in mind, because it will be relevant later. There may be a quiz.)

So, finish film and beer, grab taxi and we're in town. Many beers later, me Matt and my buddy Chuggi are wandering home through the snow and doing associated drunk thing, like having a wee in the snow, doing backflips into the snow, and generally frolicing like massive drunken gaylords.

(A thought occurs. At no point did we backflip into snow that had been peed on. As far as I know.)

At any rate, at some point I decided it would be hilarious to steal Chuggi's hat, and then drag it through the snow so as to make it cold and wet. I think he'd said offhand that it was keeping his head nice and warm, so this was the sort of idea that makes the drunk person who takes control of my body when I've had a beer jump up and down with glee. Nabbing the hat, I had to lean over, while running to drag it in the snow. While I was on the concrete pavement. Which was covered with ice.

And so that's why my hand looks like I've attempted to grill it quite incompetantly. This also provides a more insightful answer to those of you who have already had the short explanation: "I fell over, and really well too."

Hey, will you look at that, I did manage to stretch out the holidays for a little while there. Woo yay. I'll be back tomorrow, updating away reguarly once again. And you know, it actually feels good to be back doing this.

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Now playing: Tenacious D / Karate

Tuesday 6 January 2009

Schedule for the next couple of days.

So, I'm coming back up to uni this Saturday. I won't be restarting updates then, as I'll probably be busy with the minutiae of unpacking, then getting drunk and explaining in slurred phrases that I deeply love everyone at uni, before falling over in the bathroom and passing into blissful unconciousness.

However, the plan is, when I get up on Sunday, after clearing the beer bottles from my desk, and removing I'll piece together something about Christmas (Yay, I got some shoes) New Years (Let's see how many people I can send a text with "more like new years GAY" in) and everything in between (Man, Fallout 3 will actually make me fail this year. Shitballs.)

Then, updates will restart on Monday, as I continue the vaugely aimless and boring ramblings every single weekday, tirelessly broadcasting my thoughts into the void, endlessly spinning out the tiring dullery of an average student in packaged boredom. Forever.

See you Sunday!