Like Light to the Flies

So, I thought I'd just post a quick update on my life.

Went to the cinema yesterday to watch Ice Age II (we were going to watch Silent Hill, but Ryan had previous commitments so we decided to watch Ice Age II in order to watch Silent Hill with Ryan). It was alright. The best, part, though, was that it was only 2.50 pounds as James gets 2 for 1 cinema tickets on Wednesdays. That means that it only cost me 9500 BS, which is very good actually. I hear the current prices in Venezuela are 10 thousand, so yeah, I actually went cheaper here!

Anyway, my mouse pretty much broke... it still works, but it's too much of a hassle. That means I have to restore to my mousepad which I really hate. When I'm typing I usually touch it with part of my right hand so it clicks in the wrong place at the wrong time, making me type something unwanted and sometimes I can't even detect it. So yeah, if you see any mistakes here you know it's not entirely my fault. Not only that, but it's also a mess when surfing the web, coz it keeps on clicking on random stuff. It really pisses me off, because as you know I'm not the most patient of guys. I feel like smacking the bleeding hell out if it, but hey, I'm not that daft, am I? The worst part is that I have to work on my Java code now, which will be a real mess. Oh, dear. I'm in for some fun.

My watch's strap also broke (see a pattern emerging?). I was just walking though the city centre with Ryan when I felt it loosen up, and when I checked it was indeed almost split in half. That sucks major ass, as I was bound to have to buy a new strap and all. But then my senses kicked in. I stapled it together and took it for a test run. As good as new. And well, since I'm not the most trendy of guys it doesn't really matter... not that anyone would notice as it's usually under my sleeve. See? 14 years of education at CIC and a year of education in Newcastle have not gone to waste.

On your head

So us guys were watching the telly, and this advert about Fall Out Boy's album came on. James said that he thought he had heard them, and Ryan made a remark about it. It sounded as if he said "I love Fall Out Boy", but I was sure that he hadn't said that as he's actually got taste in music. I know for a fact that he detests them (who doesn't?), so I said "You love Fall Out Boy!? You're fucking emo!!!" and Ryan came back with "yeah, I like to write poems and slit my wrists". That was fucking hilarious, perhaps not when you read it, but the way he said it and at the moment he said it in made us all explode in laughter.

By the way, if you watched the Champions League match last night (Arsenal vs. Villarreal) you will have experienced quite an incident. The second half was about to commence when this Spanish fan ran onto the pitch (well, I don't know for a fact that he was Spanish, but it was in Spain) and went directly to Henry. We all thought he was going to push him or do something to him, but he just threw this blue shirt at him and kept running. What the hell? Well, it turns out it was a Barca shirt... with Henry's name on it. I thought that was quite funny and worth mentioning... plus, the guy was later tackled by three huge security guys that surely smashed his bones.

Anyway, Ryan and I went to this punk night thing at the Northumbria Uni Union. Not that we like punk (or Northumbria Uni), but the drink are really cheap. So we figured we might as well go where there's decent music plus we get to see some hot Northumbria girls.

Ryan had told me before about this rule that really fit girls usually go out with ugly chicks. That had been the case up to now, and Northumbria certainly wasn't the exception. It just makes you wonder, though. It's not as if the fit lasses need to look any better, they'll still be fit. All they're doing is making the ugly ones look uglier. That's quite mean, I thought.

I had observed this girl for quit some time, and I made up my mind that I was going to go and attempt some stuff. I tell Ryan and whatever, and just as I'm about to go this other girl comes and they start kissing. As shocked and delighted as I was, I couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed (I know, this coming from me). I told you I had something for lesbians! I still wanted to go (and so did Ryan), maybe she was bi (and everybody knows bi girls are the best), but I felt very intimidated. Plus, I'd have enough trouble trying to keep away from guys... having to keep her away from girls as well would just be too much. Too much of a threat.

Anyway, guess who we ran into while there. Yep, Rock Soc girl. And guess what she kept on doing. Yes, hitting on Ryan. I told Ryan to tell her that he had a girlfriend (in a subtle manner... just slip it into the casual conversation: "Oh, yeah, my girlfriend did that once too" or something like that). After doing it (allegedly... I went for a spin hunting for single girls... which there don't seem to be many of) she kept on coming onto him. What the hell is wrong with women? It's like with the married thing. If they see you with a wedding ring, they'll be more attracted to you (fact). That just makes me want to get a ring and wear it just to attract moral-less slutty girls.

Things really took a twist once we were in the dance floor, though. Towards the end of the night, she just came by (she was divided between us and her mates) and gave me a long hug. I hugged her back not really knowing was was going on. She then went away again, this time disappearing. Presumably she went home, but that was weird. And it was the first [proper] hug I had recieved in a long time (yes, I'm emotionally repressed). Well, I hope to find out what that was all about on Friday. I invited her to Legends with us (much to Ryan's anger) just because going with a girl makes it easier to find other girls. See how messed up women are!?

Stash

So today I had lectures for the first time in a month. Can't say they were thrilling or boring or whatever. I pretty much slept through them all because of my irregular sleeping schedule. In fact, I even missed my 5 o'clock lecture because I decided to take a one hour nap... it ended up being a six hour "nap". While I was awake, though, I did notice that we were receiving a lecture on ethics. And we'll receive three more. What a waste of time... as if I need to be told about ethics... LOL.

Anyway, I forgot to add something to the last entry. While we were at the pub talking and watching the match, there was this girl across from me who kept looking and smiling at me. As in non-stop. At first I thought I knew her, but after a couple of minutes I made up my mind that I hadn't seen her before in my life (while sober, anyway!). I figured she was flirting. I just smiled back and kept looking at her (she had me hipnotized or something). It wasn't as if she was stunningly hot, but she was quite good looking, and to cap it off she was wearing a football shirt (that's a huge turn on).

The reason why I didn't do anything about it was because she was with a guy... might've been her friend or her brother, but I wasn't about to try something cute and then take one in the jugular if he happened to be with her. But still, that was quite an experience...

Summer is approaching and winter is gone. The weather has been marvellous, no complaints from here. In fact, it's the perfect weather, ranging from 12 to 15 degrees. I've been walking around in just a shirt (with trousers, obviously) and stuff. But you know what that means, right? Girls are also walking around with more revealing clothes. And they're sooo fit! It's a real treat and I'm enjoying every minute of it :-)

Red Dot

So today was quite a special day. Not only is it the last day of the Easter vacations, but all my mates arrived as well.

I started the day thinking I was going to pull an all-nighter (I hadn't slept since three in the afternoon of the previous day... you know, trying to get back to the Academic Sleeping Schedule) but at around ten in the morning I decided I was going to take a quick two hour power nap. I would wake up at noon, watch the F1 race, and then do something. So well, I set my alarm and doze off.

The next thing I know, I hear a loud knock on my door. What the hell? Well, I get up and check: nobody. But seriously, I heard something. Ryan suddenly appears from the kitchen and greets me with a "oh, hey, you're up!" which dazzles me a bit, because he was supposed to arrive in the lateish afternoon. I greet him and all that, and then I ask him for the time. Four in the fucking afternoon! My alarm clock really isn't working. Not only did I miss most of the afternoon to do something (and watch the race), but now I'll have trouble going to bed at a decent time tonight. Ay ay...

Anyway, Ryan and I headed to the pool place and played some pool. He was wearing this fisherman's hat which made him look quite funny as well as some shades that made him look quite pimpy. It was a really beautiful day--a hot day--and most of the people were out enjoying themselves. Anyway, you could tell that I hadn't played pool for a long time, as we played three times and I lost four times.

"What's that!?" you say. Well, in the first game I pocketed the black ball out of turn (at an early stage) but we decided to keep playing on just because. He ended up cleaning up the table. I then won the second game, and for the third I pocketed the black ball again, this time in my second turn (I'm telling you, I have this "gift" (more like curse) that lets me pocket the black ball without any effort any time I want, just as long as it's out of turn) but we keep on playing. This time I sweep the table efforlessly, and I do pocket the black ball when I'm supposed to (last ball), but the white ball takes a wicked bounce off a cushion and goes in as well. So yeah, I lose again. Fucking overrated game.

We then head off to the pub just to have a few pints and relax. We get a text from Steve saying that he's back in Newcastle, but he locked himself out. Turns out he left his keys at home and none of his flatmates will be back until tomorrow. Only Steve, only Steve. Probably the only person who has lost his keys three times.... and that quite worries me, because I'll be living with him next year and if he loses the keys to the house then some bloke might find them and then get in and steal our stuff... we've got to come up with a system... Anyway, we agree to let him sleep in our flat and tell him to come on down.

We had a very good time just talking and watching Spanish football and drinking. Nice relaxing time. We then send James a text to see where he is and he's just leaving London (by plane) so he says he'll meet up with us in about an hour and a half. Good stuff. We had some very funny and disturbing conversations while waiting for James, but I can't remember any because I left my mobile in my room (good job!) so I couldn't write them down. Anyhow, James finally arrives and we decide we'll play a pool tourney.

It actually went better than I expected. I ended up second, although I was crushed by Steve in the final. After that we headed to Subway so that James could get something to eat. After he ordered, we were going to sit down and the girl over the counter says "this is takeaway only." If it's takeaway only then why the fuck do you have seats? Plus, we've eaten there before. Bitch.

We ended up back at our flat just watching some telly and relaxing. We actually had a very good time; laughed a lot and stuff. It's a shame I don't have any of the funny things, but eh, they might come with time.

I'm pulling an all-nighter at the moment, planning to make it through my toughest weekday with "no sleep." Not the smartest move, no, but hey, if I did go to bed and my alarm didn't go off (as it seems to be doing so regularily) then I'd be well fucked. Eh, update on my Monday to follow shortly.