In the library... *Gasp* *Shock horror*

I'm feeling smug, as i'm actually sitting in the library, doing my work. It's week 4 now, and i'm finally getting down to it. I've downloaded all my readings, all the lecture slides and i've almost finished writing up my lecture notes in neat. I'm what you could call the True Pretender ~ procrastinating to the level of extreme organisation because i wont write something or read something or actually take something in in a way that increases my knowledge and understanding of my subject, until a sign could be put up above the situation marking it as 'Completely desperate, potentially hopeless'.

Right well i'll get back to my super-organising now, i feel better that i've got that out my system.

Pretentious poetry and how much i hate it

It really does make me angry, i was going to write some just to make my point but i'm acutally having quite a good day today compared to yesterday and i dont want to spoil it for myself. But can i recommend the haiku-o-matic to bring hours of fun.

('...Haiku is a classical japanese poetry form with a rich history, but this isn't a history lesson. The standard haiku format is a triplet of lines containing five, seven, and five syllables per respective line. When haiku is done well, it can be very good... When haiku is done poorly, it can be very very bad.')

Sultry Ms. Pac-Man,
Slinking away from the ghosts,
Injesting pellets.
....
Old food in the fridge,
Unidentifiable,
I am scared of it.
....
Stuck for many days,
The wrong side of an s-bend,
Where is my plunger?

Ok so these ones aren't mine, but you get the picture.

:)

Blog about my 'day'

I dont drink very much, in fact when i filled out a questionnaire about my drinking habits in my Psychology of Addictive Behaviours lecture last week, my average alcohol intake on an average week is 2 units. That's the equivalent of one glass of wine to you and me. Last night i went to a party in a house, or house party, but drank nothing. Nada. Nothing but straight Dandelion & Burdock for me (and even that was a bit strong, at one point i ended up making a fool of myself in the kitchen, as my new shoes slid across the tiles depositing my ass nicely on the floor). Didn't get back til 4.30am, and despite being completely sober i set my alarm wrong. Stupid 12hr clocks. For the record, 12AM is MIDNIGHT and 12PM is MIDDAY. When i awoke this 'morning', i checked my phone for messages, not terribly worried as my alarm hadn't gone off yet. I had one message received... at 5.33pm. Excuse me? What? Turned out it was 10 minutes to 6. If today had been a week day, i'd pretty much have missed BOTH episodes of Neighbours. Angry at myself, i got up, had 'breakfast', and tried to make the most of the rest of my 'day'.

Inspiration at last.

I've been inspired to start writing on my blog again. Partly because it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon and it's better than doing work, but mostly because i've read the blog of my SU president and clearly sharing humourous observational thoughts brings some relief to the intellectual mind. I thought maybe i'd start a competition. He'd win though because he's more famous than me, and people actually read his blog, and he's insanely clever.

But this will be mine,
and mine will it be,
coz i can be funny too,
see.