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It's only semi autobiographical
Monday, October 25, 2004
Sorry.
Anyway, this morning I came into my first lecture about 20 minutes early, and was horrified to find that I was surrounded by mathematicians. I guess it is worrying that I was so scared, considering I do maths...
On another note, I was just discussing with Kieran such subjects as people being depressed at you and having to listen to all their problems nicely. We both admitted to being a bit like that sometimes, exchanging stories, both of which involved endings to relationships. Mine ended with the best relationship I ever got, from a mate called Matt, in short it was "Rich, I don't give a shit." Brought me down to earth nicely. So this got us thinking about how, really, people cared very little about others. In particular, how little I cared.
Specifically, I tend to find that I watch comic relief and think that it is several hours of good quality entertainment ruined, ruined, by people trying to be funny every ten minutes.
Now I'm being actively hated, I'm going for beer.
Friday, October 22, 2004
I now recall why I do not eat kebabs when I am not drunk.
Or more accurately I remember why I get drunk before I eat a kebab.
I woke up this morning, bright eyed and well, bushy haired, only to find that not only had some small creature apparently crawled into my mouth and died, it's reanimated zombie corpse was holding onto my tongue for dear life.
On the plus side though, the lovely Katie is coming down today, and it is the equaly lovely Sarah's birthday, all I need now is beer, and life would be perfect.
Also, MORTAL KOMBAT! is coming home with me this afternoon, ahh, the bloody goodness.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
The past few days have been hard, I have found myself sitting in the union bar and pubs sipping my water, trying to ignore the fact that everyone around me is drinking beer. The idea is that I do not even touch alcohol for the duration, and this means that I can not even take a sip to taste someone else's drink.
Today is Thursday, that means I just have to survive Friday night and I will be on the home straight. Oh, and also the obligatory after-fencing drink. I am fairly certain I can do it now, and I have saved some money, which can now be happily spent on food for the week and Alien vs Predator.
In other news, I have been reading "In search of Schrodinger's Cat" by John Gribbin. A very interesting book for anyone who has head of Quantum physics, but never quite knew what, exactly, it was.
Now I'm tired, and I'm going to lectures.
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
As far as I am aware Ben got home fine, I, however, tool a longer route.
I got as far as Didcot fine, but there were no trains to Bath, which was kind of a problem. I countered this by ignoring it, and getting on the appropriate train anyway. The logic was that at least I would be closer to Bath, and it would take me less time to get there the next day in the event of the need for sleeping rough. I ended up in Bristol, with no money, no ticket, and no way home.
It was implied that I could have had a lift from my housemate, unfortunately it was implied by denial: "OK, I won't pick you up then..." still not sure what I said to deserve that! Ah well, I have long since given up on trying to understand female motives. As insurance against this, I got in contact with Katie, who studies in Bristol, and asked if I could sleep on her floor in case of no lift home becoming available. After some discussion, the plan was that if I could not get back to Bath I would walk to hers, which I assumed must be at least a little closer than my house.
Anyway, I walked to the bus station, on the off chance that there would be a bus at that hour, mush have been about 8-9ish I think. I then ran across a station official, who must have seen that I was lost, because he asked,
"Were you on the canceled train mate?"
"Yes". I replied, "Yes I was..."
"Where you going"
"Bath"
Fortunately there were 3 other people who wanted to go to Bath within earshot, so the 4 of us ended up on a coach to Bath, completely free, so that was quite the bonus. Upon arrival, I ran into an old housemate, Sheran (Well, you always asked me to put you in the blog sometime...) who was being driven home by another housemate, Will. She offered me a ride, and I accepted, to arrive home to my welcoming housemates. Who accused me of being drunk. Which I was not. Which leads me to the next part of today's Blog...
I am giving up drink for the week, starting last sunday at midnight. So far I have made two days, and I am not feeling good. I woke up with an anti-hangover this morning, which was as far from feeling normal as a hangover is, but on the other side. Terry Pratchett readers may recognise this state as being "Knurd" everything was dull, and strangely clear, the other symptoms were just confusing.
Anyway, my recovering drunk diaries (Not alcoholic, I do not go to meetings) start tomorrow, and I hope to continue the five posts a week standard.
Now I'm ill, and I'm going to fence.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
There was some wine consumed, lets just say more than could be measured on the fingers of an entire brass band.
So a deal was struck, like for like, I poledanced with Ben, and two lovely girls would do the same for us. I will not name them, mainly because Caitlin still scares me into obedience. That bit is not interesting anyway... really. What is marginally interesting is that we found a second pole upstairs (some kind of support pole I think) which we decided to practice on, stopping every time someone passed to exchange comments like "So those fast cars eh?" or "Did you see the tits on that bird?" to retain our masculinity. There was also a painful moment which I still have not fully recovered from in which a fairly sensitive part of my anatomy was crushed against the pole. I do not want to discuss that.
Anyway long story short, Ben got a bit of pulling in, which was disrupted by the chant "...Get a room, get a room, get a room..." and we retired to the house, where my hair was forcibly cut.
I was a little worried at first, after all I was being held down to the sofa between one girls legs, while the other leant over me and cut my hair to fall into an ice cream pot. I then decided that there are far worse ways of having a hair cut, and relaxed, to enjoy both the view and my seat. Well, can you blame me?
Anyway, that was Saturday. Well, almost, at one point I was called to the stairs after asking what all the noise upstairs was, and then was attacked by falling water. I got quite damp eventually, and was forced to get into the shower room to dry, then sneak downstairs to get into bed, which only caused mild awkwardness with Ben.
More tomorrow...
Monday, October 18, 2004
Back? Why the hell am I asking? Well, one of you might just put "yes" in the comments box I suppose, it would be a nice change.
So, yeah I got to Oxford and met the lovely Caitlin, and her equally lovely, and a little less scary, housemates. After a steak and kidney pie, a battered mars bar, and altogether too many chips, we went to pick up Ben, if you do not know Ben, well you should.
We were both struck by the sheer volume of bikes in Oxford, in fact, I will dedicate a post to that later.
But the three of us went out with Tami and got drunk to a rather medium selection of background music (they would not play Queen) The night was pretty fun all in all, and most of the walking time was taken up by discussion of how Ben is the Rooney of his field (umbrella holding) in that he has a lot of natural talent, but needs experience in difficult situations.
There were some hair cutting threats at this point, but I did not take them too seriously... little did I know...
Sunday, October 17, 2004
I visited Oxford last weekend, and it was one hell of a trip. Geting up there was fairly simple, but the story starts earlier that day...
I was presented with one of those options that can have significant life ramifications. I awoke to a knocking on my door and the sound of a welsh voice saying "Riich, are you coming with us...." The options were, (a) Get up and be driven into uni an hour early, (2) spend an extra half hour in bed and get the bus or (mxcci) drop out of university and begin a life of crime. So I took the obvious choice. (That is the extra time in bed, for those of you that may know me well enough to suspect one of the others.)
Anyway, after a brief discussion I went back to sleep, got up just in time for the bus, and made my way to the stop. The bus was early, and I saw it pass me by. I therefore immediately sprinted into town, where I arrived at the next bus stop secconds before the bus came into view (it taking a longer route than I had) It proceded to pass straight by me. Five full buses later I made an executive decision and buggered off for a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea at a local café with friends. I then proceded to Oxford, where by trial and error I found my friends house. At this point the fun and games began, but this post is long enough already, so I'm gonna pretend I posted it yesterday and do another one now instead. That way it would look like I post little and often, if I had not jsut writen this, ah bollocks to this anyway.
Now I'jm bopred, I'm going to write another post.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
When I get the net I will try to get back onto the once a day schedule, and actually manage to get some more regular readers.
For those of you who read this mainly to check up on me and extract gossip, let it be known that I am now 50% more fun, ask Ben if you want to know exactly what I mean by that.
Now I'm bored, I'm going to develop the Cotswold Challenge...
