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It's only semi autobiographical
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
After both participants throwing up at alternate stages, and at least one of them coating floor, door and clothes in the process, the game reached by intervals 5-5. It had been decided that a game of Strongbow Pong would decide the winner, however Chudson forfeited, locking himself in his room, and refusing to emerge.
More on the rules of Beer Pong as I get the time.
Also, I did not sleep last night. I went to a few parties, set up a practical joke on someone, and generaly mucked about all night. It was, emotional.
And it snowed. Snow snow snow snow!
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Tuesday, January 27, 2004
So much so that I haven't moved for the past few days, remaining unwashed, with junk food building up in my room around me.
This caused me to miss two maths exams, and meant I have not had the time to update for a while.
That is my excuse, and I am sticking to it.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Squash rather better, won 4 times, despite 4 pints.
Drank more, now am going to bed. Good night.
Now I'm tired, and I'm nearly asle...
Saturday, January 17, 2004
I know I had fun today, in more than one way too...
Last night, just out of interest, I stayed out and forgot my key, so could not return home. Thank god for 24 hour librarys.
Check out this site. I was impressed by his rants, check back.
Friday, January 16, 2004
Funny how you can identify a situation, or a person, with a song. I am listening to one now, and it will forever remind me of someone. It makes sense in so many ways, and I know that the other person identifies with it also.
How strange and how ironic that our strongest and most personal feelings are best expressed through the words of others.
Now I'm feeling melancholy, and I'm going to turn the music right down low.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
I thought I was sober last week, but according to a trustworthy, Crazy Irish source, I was wasted.
In any case, an intriguing theory has been presented by Jman downstairs. There are several versions of myself, each responsible for a different aspect of my life. Maths, Sport and Drinking me are the main three, but there may be others.
His logic is of course impeccable, he reasons that there is no way one person can fit in all the work, going out, sport and reading I manage, ergo, there must me more than one of me.
Plus the oft stated example of when I came home smashed one night, only to wake and find on my desk one of my maths coursework questions done almost entirely correctly in the morning. How? Maths Complex did it of course! My loss at squash was explained in a similar way, I had not changed after being on the booze, therefore Drinking me was playing, and he is frankly shit at sport.
Well, makes sense to me, perhaps I have an MPD as well as a Superiority Complex.
Now I'm full, and I'm going to eat.
"Hey, do you want a drink, my round."
With immense willpower, I restrained myself to two pints, however, I still believe this to be too much, when I intended not to drink.
It matters not how you feel the morning after, I am sure now that I will feel fine, however, if it shaves 1/10th of a second of my reaction time, that's a good few points lost at squash. Some things have to be taken seriously.
This message brought to you by Sports Complex.
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
I just thought tonight about the diary I left at home. Not a proper diary of course, sporadic entries since I was, well 10ish I suppose. From once every 2 days to about once every 2 years, there was at least a three year gap between two entries.
If I could go back in time to when I first started writing I would be torn. The ink I put to paper was quite meaningful, it was my true feelings at the time, and in that way, I respect myself.
In another, very real, way I would like to kick myself square in the balls and shout;
"Get your life together!"
I was thinking the right things, having the right attitude, but not doing anything. The me from anything before year 10/11 deserved a right beating and a sorting out.
Since then, I have done a few things that deserve seven shades kicked out of me, but occurrences are getting less. Unfortunately in this time, I have felt the need to remove other people from the equation, and as anyone with a barely passed A-level in psychology will tell you, this means I am passing from neurotic to psychotic.
I like to think I have a balance struck at the moment, but you just know that age 21 I am going to look back on this and say;
"Bloody hell, sort your life out!"
Before wishing that I could come back in time and kick the stuffing out of me now.
As a message to my future self, feel free, if that is what I think needs to be done, I trust my oppinion. Go for it.
Now i'm tired, I'm going to plan a rant on mental illness.
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Alternatively I will walk round the house asking people what I should write about today. Hang on, I'll be right back...
Ok, we have an idea.
Residences. This has come upon me as kind of a surprise. Back home, our student house never went more than a month before September, here however, people are talking about getting housing already. As such, I have been caught rather on the back foot, and may as such not end up in the ideal place, or with the ideal people.
My Dad, however is buying a house here for students, which I will be able to stay in with my choice of room mates, and knowing my Dad's standards, it should be a pretty nice place too. Now to find some people to stay with...
In other news I have been asked to state that Westwood is far superior to the other residences, for the following reasons. S&M courts, aside from having the initials S&M, are cold and have little community spirit. Eastwood, look, I am going to get stick for this, I am sure you love it there, but come on, you have to padlock your windows closed. Norwood, who the hell comes from Norwood anyway? As for Brendon court, communal bathing arrangements, and psychotic cleaners as far as I am aware. The other residences do not bear mentioning.
Now I'm tired, and I'm not going to drink.
P.S That's been going well by the way, loads of exercise, no booze.
I lost 1/5 of my games today at squash. I am most put out by this, and as such am not drinking for a week, well that is the intention. Plus, I have decided to get fit. 105 situps a day minimum, and a run every two days.
Other than that today has been uneventful. I did, however, find Queen lyrics in my Maths 2 notes... And that wonderful line,
"Delta can be any number greater than zero, but we will call it one, because one is a number."
The logic we mathematicians use is simply impeccable. And you, you sod off, you know who you are.
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Saturday, January 10, 2004
--A major earthquake measuring 5.8 on the Richter scale hit Portsmouth in the early hours of Tuesday 6th January 2004. Epicentre: The Tricorn, Charlotte Street Portsmouth.
Victims were seen wandering around aimlessly muttering "mentill" and "innit". The earthquake decimated the area causing at least several pounds worth of damage. The world's ugliest building the Tricorn seems undamaged although there has been no officaial report, and it is impossible to tell visualy.
Several priceless collections of the shittiest tat from the Balearics and Spanish Costa's were damaged beyond repair. Three areas of historic burnt out cars were disturbed. Many locals were woken well before their giro arrived. The Portsmouth Evening News reported that hundreds of residents were confused and bewildered, still trying to come to terms with the fact that something interesting had happened in the area.
One resident - Ms Tracy Sharon Barcardi & Coke, a 15-year-old mother of 5 said
"It was such a shock, my little Chardonnay Britney-Mercedes came running into my bedroom crying. My youngest two: Tyler-Morgan and Chelsea Megan-Storm slept through it all, but I was still shaking doing a couple of lines of low grade charlie whilst watching Kilroy the next morning."
Apparently though, shoplifting drug dealing and car crime did carry on as normal. The British Red Cross has so far managed to ship 4,000 crates of Sunny Delight to the area to help the stricken locals.
Rescue workers are still searching through the rubble and have found large quantities of personal belongings, which include benefit books, jewellery from Elizabeth Duke at Argos and Bone China from Poundland.
HOW CAN YOU HELP? This appeal is to raise money for food and clothing parcels for those unfortunate to be caught up in this disaster. Clothing is most sought after, and the most needed include: Burberry baseball caps, Stone Island jumpers, Kappa tracksuit tops (his and hers) and Shell suits sold in Primark.
Food parcels may be harder to come by, but are needed all the same. Required foodstuffs include: Microwave meals, tins of baked beans, ice cream and cans of Supermarket Smack or Trampagne (thats Carlsberg Special Brew & Tennants Super, to the general public.) 22 pence buys a biro for filling in compensation forms. £1.10 buys chips, crisps and blue fizzy drinks for a family of 9. £5 will pay for a packet of B&H and a lighter to calm the nerves of those affected.
Please do not send tents for shelter, as the sight of posh housing is unfair on the population of fratton, stamshaw, landport and buckland plus neighbouring areas Leigh Park and Paulsgrove. --
A moment of silence is asked for.
Now I'm tired, I'm getting in the shower.
I hear:
"Is it Legit?" But obviously his real name. "I don't know, is it?"
Much banging, so I return up the stairs...
"No! Run, it's not him!"
Then we started exchanging notes, sod help me, I must have not been in my right mind.
Soon though, while I will not give exact details, a plan formed.
See, me and Legit share one important piece of history, involving skiing. He knows what this is, and now he knows exactly what I have done.
Like I said Muse, I am back.
Now I'm tired, I'm going to make toasties.
Friday, January 09, 2004
Not that this will make any difference whatsoever.
Anyway, to all those thinking of taking a mathematics degree, prepare for such incredable steps such as;
"Well, lets just say 3 is equal to 1"
and
"If we use it to make a sandwich"
And this was just proving that ln(x+3) had continuity. Dont you just love it?
Now I'm tired, I'm going to the club.
Thursday, January 08, 2004
Words. I have a thing about words. Why is it that women all over the country flinch at the four letter word starting with 'c'? It is not phonetic, take runt, punt, hunt. Not meaning, or we would never be able to refer to that part of the anatomy. I have strong feelings about this, and will some day make them known here. I therefore unreservedly withdraw the hankie comment.
Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
Rants coming soon, once I have built up some anger at something. Will not be too long.
Now I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
Tuesday, January 06, 2004
I have no time to Blog properly today.
I would just like to say, figuratively as well as literaly, I Am Back. Perhaps only two people will fully understand this. But I do not care.
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to the pub.
