Under a Luminous Sky

So well, I can't say much has happened since yesterday. I've been writing an essay. That's right: I've been working. Now stop laughing, I'm being serious!

This marvellous piece of an essay took me over two days to write. See, I opened it up and set everything up yesterday in the morning. It stayed minimised for the whole day... and the majority of the night. I'm not exactly sure what I did with all the time, but it most definitely wasn't on that essay! At the end of the night, I started it--but just about! I didn't write enough to justify a whole day's work. Didn't matter, though, because I didn't have lectures this morning so I did it then... so in total the time I spent on the essay was about two days (with the whole setting up on Wednesday that I didn't mention) but the actual writing time was more like 20 minutes. Okay, 30 minutes. Just proves my point that I can't get stuff done unless I've got some sort of pressure on me... like say a deadline?

Yesterday Jimmy was making himself a salami sandwich so he lays down his piece of salami on the bread and then goes to the fridge. He comes back with a packet, opens it and then takes out another slice of salami. "Mmmm... different types of salami" he says. Not sure why that's funny, but I cracked up at the time. I wonder if I could make a sandwich with different types of bacon... that would rock!

Oh, yeah, I forgot to say before that I think I broke my foot. It constantly hurts. I did it during a lecture; I was bored to death so I started playing with my foot and all of a sudden this pain shot up my... foot. Okay, so it's not broken because if it was then I wouldn't be able to walk, but it hurts considerably! I damaged my foot out of boredom!!

Well, that's it, sadly. Like I said, I'm not sure where all the procrastinating time went, but it went all right! I do have a RockSoc pubcrawl tonight, so there will be loads of stories to tell tomorrow (if I'm feeling nice about it, that is!).

Back to Kramer Ways

So I slept on my hands last night. Notice I said on--not with you pervy bastards. You know what that means... that's right, when I woke up this morning they were numb. I couldn't feel a thing. I couldn't hold a thing. Not a good position to be when your alarm clock is going off like mad and you can't do anything to stop it. In fact, you can't even pick it up from the night table. By the time I manage to grab it I'm sure my flatmates are awake (how could they not?) but that doesn't mean it's over... now I have to turn it off by flicking a tiny switch at the back... again, not an easy task when you can't feel your hands. I hope that by swinging it from side to side it will shut up but it's useless. So I start to move my hand across the back of the clock hoping I hit the switch by mistake... and I do--eventually. Before I got to turn it off, though, I managed to change the time and the alarm time. Oh, yeah, and wake up my flatmates and my neighbours.

Then when I'm on my way out I'm stumbling with the keys and my bag so I'm not looking in front of me. When I do look down to see where the hell I am, I see this ginger thing that spooks the bejesus out of me. The noise it made was some kind of "meauuuuuu!" It was that bastard ginger cat that hangs around our block... the one that almost got run over by a car the previous day. I think about kicking it, but I figure it belongs to someone and I might get sued (and Jimmy likes that cat, so he probably wouldn't have been very happy about it). Oh well, I can only hope a car runs it over sometime today :)

So yesterday I was "invited" to enjoy some free cake. I was technically invited, but I'm pretty sure it was because I forced myself to be invited... if that makes sense. Anyway, once I was there I felt bad about stealing the cake... but I did end up having some amazing carrot cake. Anyway, that was the day when I met Jimmy's friend, Rebecca. For some reason I don't think I caused a very good impression (which might explain why I've only just met her). For starters, I introduced myself as her stalker (I had added her randomly in Facebook the other day just to piss Jimmy off) and that didn't seem to go down very well. Her face was priceless, though, so it was well worth it.

Things didn't get much better when I dropped my mobile on the floor with a loud thump. Everyone went quiet and stared at me, even though I tried to dissimulate (not very well, apparently). Then they just laughed. After that moment a speech-impediment epidemic hit me. I decided to call it a day and when I turned around to leave I bumped into a chair, again creating a reasonable thump noise. I don't know what their reaction to that last incident was because I just walked away as fast as I could.

Abolognese

So I haven't been keeping track of things happening around me because... I really don't have a valid excuse, I guess I just haven't been bothered writing them down as usual and therefore I forget them. Anyway, I do have three things to rant about:

My timetable's shit. Let's put it this way: I have a week's worth of lectures on Monday and after that nothing else. To be more precise, I've got 7 hours on Monday, 1 hour on Tuesday (starting at 4pm), nothing on Wednesday, 2 hours on Thursday (starting 9am) and 1 hour on Friday (starting at 4pm). Although it looks cool because basically I don't do anything for four days, that means that the day in which I do have to go to stuff is hectic--to say the least. I barely made it through the last two Mondays and that's skipping some practicals I didn't have to go to. I wonder what the timetableing genius was thinking when he came up with this... oh well. I guess Bob Geldof was right: I Don't Like Mondays!

I was at the Finance Office sorting some things out. When I came in I wasn't sure if the girl in front of me was waiting to be attended or if she had already been dealt with by the receptionist and was waiting for another person. So I'm about to ask her and this other girl comes along and just walks up to the receptionist and starts doing her business (that's right, without asking or anything). The first girl sign-languages me to kick her out, but I really can't be bothered--after all how long can it take, right? I'm not in a hurry, I can wait and maybe she can't. Well, bloody hell, those were perhaps the most torturous 30 minutes ever. She barely spoke English and apparently she didn't know how to work a chequebook either. I wanted to stab her in the head with my keys! And that, my friends, is why you shouldn't be nice to anyone... especially non-English speaking people.

Is there anything more annoying than walking to the sound of high heels? Not if you've ever experienced it. One pair is bad enough, but when there are more than three it's just ridiculous. I was walking to the Haymarket Metro station from Northumberland Street and all these women were ahead of me (probably worked in the same place as they were dressed the same) and they were all wearing high bloody heels! It was almost as if every time that heel hit the cement it was in reality hitting me on the head. There was a point where I even considered stopping and going into a shop for a while just to get that noise out of my ears. But I soldiered on and as a result of that I made it to my destination on time... and I am psychologically disturbed by high heels.