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...