'Everything's freaky-deaky'

Bollocks to it. Come Thursday, I'M GONNA BE A MACHINE. Well, that won't help. It's not the future yet. I need medication! Oh why do I feel like crap before another end of another year? Goddamn, I've got some figurin' to do.

Here is the internet, here is my spout

Well, that's far less time on the 'net now that my dad is home...he spends most of the time on the 'puter. We should really get the PCs on the same connection, it's irritating. Ebay is sucking up his life. Ah bollocks to it; 'the internet's overrated anyway'. Of the stuff I've had, I like the Futurama season 4 DVDs, 'The Decline of British Sea Power', and some lovely lovely pants from Anna. Of course, now the guilt sets in; doing nothing? I have things to be doing! I have to relearn basic Japanese (and the basic alphabet, f'narg!), do two pieces of coursework and some work experience. I really do hope I don't make a complete arsestain out of myself.

Cough, sneeze, drat, and double-drat

Why do I always get a cold/sore throat for Christmas day? 'Tis not fair. Anyway, I think I'm forgetting all about university again, 'cause it's been a while since I had any time off. Why does this always happen? Maybe I should start revising and working and stuff on...the 27th. I speak like the Devil, I do!

If there is something wrong, don't look at me

Aw, heavenly beejesus! D'you know how irritating it is to have something go wrong with you just before Christmas? No appointment possible, gotta wait 'til after Christmas...can't blame 'em for taking holidays, but...waaagh. I mean, I could go back on the pills I need, but they damage bones! And milk alone won't help restore! I think. Oh, zis is a dilemma. Speaking of zis and zat, watch Amelie on Xmas day, for I'm assured 'it's the good'.

And on Pop Idol final, the guy in the gold suit was 'teh best'. No question. He even did a roll and a kick.

'Kids who smoke like chimneys'

Bang bang! You're dead. Not really, of course. But still, I miss horseplay that was found in my sixth form years. The attempted break dancing. The ping pong games. The football that no-one took seriously. The young children's playground which we would use instead. Those were the days. Can't argue with it being bad; anything to stimulate the mind is instantly GOOD in my books (like video games, ah ha). Of course, I thought that was originally an excuse...

But then, I saw 'Wild Child' on television yesterday. We'd looked at the case of 'Genie' in Psychology (a girl, from birth, was kept in a room of solitary confinement for 13 YEARS. She could never develop properly), but I never knew why she would never reach a decent intelligence. She couldn't. Her mind had not been stimulated, and brain scans of her were shown. Her brain was much smaller; this is because she was never stimulated.

So before you get subjected to someone dissing video games, think: they could save your life. G'night.

It's-a-blast

Collectable? Ray's jizzing over the new Donkey Konga game, a game for people who like to play bongo drums. And then he proceeded to import the thing for a whacking £60. Now we've just gotta wait for it. It's probably the best thing since 'the maracas game', Samba de Amigo, though you could only really get that if you splashed out £100+. Speaking of collectables, I'm bagging me a copy of tha new Zelda collection disc, through non-illegal methods. Psyche!

Slurp

Bocca-bocca? Looks like my work experience will be with me ol' Psychology teacher, Rob Liddle. Or Andy 'that's-not-a-sock-in-my-pants' Campbell. Or that other one. But at least I'll be able to complete my second year of Psychology. And I still don't have the foggiest what I'd like to do with my future self.

And my consultant told me I'm having...a sigmoidoscopy. Within the next few months. My response? 'Bring it on, Bitch' (although I didn't say that, and the consultant is really a very nice lady). Of course, I don't know if I'll be screaming 'FUCK ME UP' when it's happening, but it's not something to be taken lightly, oh no.

'Ice Cold!'

Work done! Got work experience! Nearly all sorted! My love has the 'flu...I knew it was too good to be true. At least...erm...I can play Pro Evo Soccer 3? Gregory Horror Show is coming out? Belleville Rendez-Vous is on BBC2 on Xmas day? Nothing fills the void. Cock.

'Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-fish-ing'

Work? Pfft. It's too much for me at the moment. No more lectures now, it seems. Or the ones that I should be going to aren't going to 'do my coursework for me'. Aw, I feel bad missing it, since the lecturer is 'a sweet old lady' (don't be dirty, you dirty minded reader, you) and I would feel quite nasty missing the lecture. But I am. And I'm supposed to be doing work. But I'm clearly not.

Oh, why the hell do I have to use other people's criticisms for this work? Can't I use mine own? Sigheth.

There's only one way to go, me

Exercise. I remember now...that, I do suppose, is the best, nay, ONLY option for me at the present time. Y'see, whilst I spent two weeks in a Summer of two years ago pissing about on old matress' and going to the gym, I felt fantastic. I can't even remember if my body went all pissy on me then, it was going quite well. Granted, it did help that I didn't have a job and it was a care-free Summer (okay, so it was in-between my A-level years, but whocaresalot?), but I suppose it would be more advantageous to join a gymnasium now. Or something. Living at home is quite a tough task...

Swap-me-do

I was considering swapping around a module from this year's course for next year's. Then I looked at the list of modules. I read what was needed for Dissertation:

A 15,000 word piece of work.

Cough, cough...aiyee! It may take place over the two semesters, but that's a big piece o' work!

That...my friend...was not the biggest grilling OF YOUR LIFE

Oh. My tutor-cum-teacher thing wasn't as angry as I assumed she would be...I'm speaking to her on Monday about the whole caboodle, and I may be saved after all. My job title? Research assistant. White coat! Unethical stuff (hopefully...ya ha ha)! Testing! And I get paid for the work experience. Granted, it is only the equivalent of about £4.50 an hour, but 'that's alright'. Isn't it?

And new Q has given me ideas of 'what album I might want for Xmas'. 3 include:
-Phrenology - Roots
-You Are Free - Cat Power
-The Decline of British Sea Power - British Sea Power

And then it dawned upon me. Why do companies release everything at Christmas? Because everyone has short attention spans and cannot remember anything before October. I'd forgotten about these 'albums I intended to buy', as well as various games that fall into that category. Like Ico.

This...my friend...is the biggest grilling OF YOUR LIFE

Ok, this is it. No contacts have been good enough to offer me work experience. Granted, I only really started trying late on in the semester (I did try early on but...rejected! Damn), but no-one would be kind. Now I have to face up to 'the tutor', who isn't usually nice anyway - quite frankly, I'm on the verge of hearing the words 'you are screwed!' but with a Spanish accent.

And my focus has fallen off the window shelf. Maybe I need some decent sleep. Even though I woke up an hour late yesterday. Cough off. Or maybe I need more Anna...hmm...

Jest a quickie...

Banned! Wonder why?

Exclamation Mark?

Boo Yeah! Three pieces of coursework down, three to go. Well, two for next year. And then some multiple choice exam (which is harder than it sounds, really). I don't know if the quality is up to much, I just know I've done 'em. Hung daddy.

Oh, other review I forgot to do: went to see Dave Spikey show recently (that's Jerry St. Clair from Phoenix Nights) and 'twas a hoot. The support act was great, what with his juggling and comedy routine. One of my favourite jokes (which is 'sort of' offensive, I don't know):
Q: Why do the Irish dance like this *proceeds to mock 'the river dance' rather well*?
A: 'Cause they've had their arms decommisioned.

Good morning.