Sunday, May 01, 2005

So, I'm flying to Tenerife today. I'm not sure whether to be excited by the prospect of being outside of England for the next week, or scared because its a holiday with select members of the family who just manage to make couples out of themselves. It's not a case of being the third wheel, it's more a case of being the third wheel squared.
I'm all packed though, or at least I think I am. I have this horrible feeling that I might have forgotten something, but I don't think that can be true. I have all my wash stuff, I have my passport, clothes, flip flops, books, magazines, etc., etc. I've just never had to pack for myself before, so I'm guessing this could be the reason why I'm worried.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

NEWSFLASH: Nights out on the piss awaken desire to blog...

I didn't wake up until about eleven o'clock this morning. However, given that I didn't go to bed until five o'clock in the morning, I think that this might be justified just an incy wincy bit. What is wholly unjustified however is the fact that I went out last night, drank a(n admittedly small) range of alcoholic beverages, and stayed up such an ungodly hour in the morning. This leads me to wonder how the results of unjustified actions can be justified in themselves. Surely, there's some sort of clause that should prevent this from happening. Nonetheless, it did. And I slept through yet another my 'Intellectuals and Politics in France since WWII' seminars. Subsequently, this unjustifiable absence was followed by the justified decision that I would also skip my 12 o'clock lecture purely because "old habits die hard".

This of course leads to all sorts of mishaps. I had a journal loan from the library that needed to be returned at 1.30pm, and, of course, who else should be sitting outside the entrance to the library other than the tutor for the aformentioned seminar? Erm, no-one; it was him. This called for quite a swift detour round the back of the library and through the union in the hope that by my return not only would he not be there, but I would still be able to return the journal without a fine. I'll consider it good luck indeed that on my return he was just stubbing out his cigarette and entering the library myself; still luckier that he didn't queue for the issue desk.

Other than this, very little has happened this morning. I have typed 477 words for a 2000-word essay due tomorrow. I have showered. I have spoken to my housemates. And that's about it.

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Another turning point in my life. Went out last night. More things were said about me. I remember them despite getting seriously wasted. Feel shit in more ways than one. Going to do something about it up until the point where I forget all about last night and get bored of doing stuff. Otherwise, I'm supposed to be reading Philip K. Dick's Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? and writing a 1000 word essay for my 'Twentieth Century Gothic' unit. And I was supposed to hand in my options form yesterday... something that I completely forgot all about until it popped into my head right now. Doh!

Saturday, February 26, 2005

So, I've cleaned and tidied my room, now all that I need to do is to organise all of the lecture and seminar notes that I've ever made, and then to start working on my seminar preps for next week, and my dissertation proposal to any potential supervisors. I'm hoping I haven't left it too late, and that Bran will be willing to be my supervisor, but then I guess that is something to begin worrying about on Monday.

Other than that, since being rudely awakened by five lads looking to view the house we're renting at 12.37pm this afternoon, I haven't really done much other than eating and drinking, watching the first disc of Rolling Stones: Four Flicks, brushing my teeth and popping to my local convenience store. I am now in the middle of watching On the Waterfront. I'm going to watch Journey to the Centre of the Earth afterwards. I've started drinking cans of Warsteiner already.

My life is such a productive one.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

sun in the sky...

After feeling pretty, pretty, pretty unwell this afternoon, it's kind of nice to not feel so icky now. That might just have something to do with the fact that I've spent the entire afternoon and evening without any sort of "deep" contemplation, commiting myself to a self-indulgent session of relaxation. Of course, watching a movie like Trainspotting isn't really that relaxing, but watching A Fish Called Wanda, and the awe-inspiring Heat has definitely helped a lot.
I can't wait until I finally hit the sack tonight. I want to just get the best night sleep possible so that I can get on with things tomorrow. I've got plenty to do. Namely, to write up my notes from my lectures and seminars this week, and to prepare my readings for next week, including Gaskell's North and South which I've not yet purchased. I'm dreading the possibility that this novel is going to be some sappy, girly and Austen-esque, and that I'm not going to be able to read it in time for next week's lecture. And then there's the problem of my dissertation proposal. Not only that, but there's still no luck on the dating front either. I wish life was easier. There goes my relaxation...

Friday, February 18, 2005

a lonely heart

I think I'm finally beginning to feel the obligatory isolation of a teenager with no love in his life. Sure, I'm heading towards the last stages of adolescence, but nonetheless, I'm feeling stereotypical angst-type feelings, and have a strong urge to couple with randoms. This wouldn't be so bad if my track-record was a little better, or perhaps if I even had a track-record. My one and only "real" date involved my companion making conversation with some other bloke that I later heard she was really interested in, and also with me spilling coffee down a light coloured t-shirt. Not really much smooth-moving there.

It's not like girls haven't showed me any attention, it's just that the attention I recieve is either of a purely platonic nature, or from somebody that I find extremely undesirable. Perhaps I should just lower my standards (if I really do have any) and take up a kind of "first come, first served" procedure. Saying that, why should I have to lower my standards... perhaps somebody else should lower theirs...

Saying that, if you're reading this, are female, and are between the ages of 18 and 24, and don't think I sound too much of a weird-o, then perhaps you'd like to drop me a line. Probably not. But then desperate times call for desperate measures.

Geez! Go fuck yourself, Wordsworth...

Tuesday, January 18, 2005

Well, I didn't get up at 6am, or start working on my essay at 7am, but I did finish it, or at least call it finished, at noon. So, I'm halfway to fulfilling my self-written prophecy. Now it's just the other two and the reading for Friday. I could cry, die, or perhaps just lie... in bed, and not do anything at all.