Beaten to the point of 'low'

Tsch. 2 draws and 3 losses made Saturday's Pro Evolution games. Not good. So, I did what anybody else would do in those situations - I bought a t-shirt. Maroony. That is all. Oh, and I bunked work because I wasn't quite up to it...I wonder how they will react when 'THE BEST KID'S PARK EMPLOYEE' can't make it during the weeks of the Easter Holidays? Not good, I suspect.

You need this!

I need stuff! I haven't got anything in ages. No CDs, DVDs, Games, clothes bought by me, for me (or anyone else, really). Whilst it's probably a good thing, since I'm not as material as some folk, I still feel a bit lacking of stuff. Of course, when I should be burying my head in textbooks and such and finishing my coursework, I shouldn't be thinking about this, but I want stuff. Good stuff. Stuff that says 'bangle bangle way!', or something.

Swoosh!

Well, it's been approximately 24 hours since I've been released. I'm finding my feet again (literally - my balance has been thrown completely off doing nothing but lying in a bed) quite quickly since I've got a month to complete two very important pieces of coursework. But I feel fantastic. Near to normal, really. Yes, I have been pumped full of cortizone steroids for a few days, and the long term effects are pretty dangerous, but I feel a lot better than I have done for a while. I feel like a long hike (after a decent night's sleep, first). I'm not working the weekend because I don't feel ready yet...

But, this surge of 'ain't life great' may be enough to help me to a 2:1 for this year's uni course. Though, looking at the Brain and Behaviour material, sh'yeah right!

Freedom!

I'm out! Thank fuck for people who actually have common sense. Now, can I get a 15-minute presentation prepared in a day?

Sneakin' Out The Hospital

I've probably used that about 13 times, but I have. Sort of. I'm out of that hell hole for the afternoon, with very little sleep and all staff not knowing how anybody can be made psychologically better. IDIOTS. I have to sleep next to some senile fool who keeps forgetting everything, like where anything is. He's woken me up for two nights on the trot trying to find the toilet (even though my bed's next to a WINDOW for fuck's sake). He's the epitome of what happens if you don't keep your brain active when going old. I suppose it's a form of inspiration for my older years, but this guy is driving me crazy. It would be nice if the staff also didn't administer the last medication at 11 and the first at 6...I can't get any fucking sleep. Cheers.

Look! Pirate Juice

Utter buggery; I have to spend a week in hospital from tomorrow due to my butt-fuggering body to 'get me back in line'. Thus, I will not be able to do a presentation (which contributes towards my final mark, pah) and will not be able to do much, like meeting my beloved, but I will use the time to study, because I will otherwise be really bored. Hopefully I'll be fully capable of 'being normal' soon...here's hoping!

Thanks, the internet

For ruining me! Or something. Honestly, everytime I want to start work...slip off to the hilarity that is 'the internet'. Of course, I could go on a wild adventure, get struck down by a virus or whatnot, but all the more fun of the 'net. Screw you upwards! Screw being ill! I need a wonderdrug or something. Mooo!

Uuugh...

Yeah, well done me for making a potentially good weekend out into something dreadful. First and foremost, I was to get tickets for six for Bugged Out. I should have really asked a very accepting girl properly before asking her to it. And thus, I spend £102 on tickets. Up comes the day. Ray's seriously ill, so that means we cannot stay at mine overnight. I'm feeling terrible all day, and I don't know why. Then, for some reason, I wanted Anna to drive to Liverpool so it would be easier to get back in the morning, but that only made her tired (why I couldn't see that coming I don't know).

Then, at Bugged Out, the DJs we actually got to hear weren't great. No waiting around for 2ManyDJs; Anna was too tired and I was feeling like a pile of wrong. Then I got little to no sleep and really badly messed up navigation home. Oh my my...go, me. Now I got a bugger load of coursework to be getting on with.

"It's pudding time."

Not a bad weekend. Back to work, then: I didn't actually grumble as much as I should have when doing the most labourous ride at the fair for two days, but I guess I was more optimistic than usual. Due to Saturday night: where everything went rather well for nice-nice and I. For the price of 'handing out leaflets', we got to see Travis with Keane supporting. We were due to arrive at 6:30, so we had to go very fast from work to Preston. By car. We got to the station by about 6:05, with the train coming about 10 minutes later. We ended up getting to the place by about 6:45, but 'it was okay'.

We skipped to t'front of t'queue. So whilst everyone else was outside, freezin', we were inside, basking in warmth, with other leaflet-handing out people. Upon entering the gig, we got unripped tickets. So we got to see Keane at a decent distance, very near the front. After which, we got to actually leave the arena, because our tickets weren't ripped. Got pizza, went back, realised Travis 'aren't that good', handed out leaflets for about 30 minutes and got the train (with drunks) home. Good night!

Blastonomology

Mmm, qualtitative research, you confusing dog, you. Must come up with question that isn't ethically challenging. I suppose 'How do people go about completing IQ tests?' is pretty suitable, but it just seems so...dulling. Looking for questions is difficult; especially one which I just thought up: 'How do qualitative researchers go about devising semi-structured interviews?'. Great. This one needs a further 3 qualitative research questions (at least) to actually complete. I really wish I had a clue. Boing.

Maybe I'll take next year off. Yes, my parents may get a little pissy, but I couldn't care; I really want to get this feck-art condition under control. Outtasight!