Gripping
Yesterday, whilst performing the mundane task of checking my e-mail at university I suddenly felt gripped by fear. Unusual I thought, I had no idea why. I must have thought of something that really scared me. It was quite weird, I mean I've been trying all day to remember what that thought was but it eludes me. Such is the rollercoaster of my life. It was something I'd been putting off and had to do in the future, but I really can't remember what it was and I just know soon it's going to rear it's fearsome head and I will be there, fearsomely fearsomed.
This weekend AB and Popeston came down. It was nice to see Popeston, though it was easy to relax and really, to be honest, it seemed like I'd been talking to him (in person) for years. There was no real sense of awkwardness for me. I'm a terrible host though, and don't you forget it. I'll introduce no one to anyone, and serve food and beverages only if threats of violence are made against me.
Tomorrow I must go... somewhere to pick up tourist-y leaflets for class on Thursday. I figure I'll go to the South Bank as I like it and need to go there at night at some point. Of course if I do go there at night I minimise my leaflet-picking potential by 900%! So I'll just go in the day like a sap, safe in the knowledge that I will return at night at a later, yet to be confirmed, date. 24 hour buses rock, after all, as do night walks.
Off to a university-pal's birthday this Saturday. It'll probably be filled with drink and laughing and I'll be in a corner tapping my fingers on a wall to the sound of whatever song is currently in my head. I think at the moment it's 'Head Over Heels' by Tears For Fears, though it's more the literal version that's 24/7 on the stereo system that is MY MIND. You should watch the literal version if you've not already. It will bless you with laughter. In fact I'll post it here:
Then someone will take your blessing and eat it, because people are jerks who eat blessings.
This weekend AB and Popeston came down. It was nice to see Popeston, though it was easy to relax and really, to be honest, it seemed like I'd been talking to him (in person) for years. There was no real sense of awkwardness for me. I'm a terrible host though, and don't you forget it. I'll introduce no one to anyone, and serve food and beverages only if threats of violence are made against me.
Tomorrow I must go... somewhere to pick up tourist-y leaflets for class on Thursday. I figure I'll go to the South Bank as I like it and need to go there at night at some point. Of course if I do go there at night I minimise my leaflet-picking potential by 900%! So I'll just go in the day like a sap, safe in the knowledge that I will return at night at a later, yet to be confirmed, date. 24 hour buses rock, after all, as do night walks.
Off to a university-pal's birthday this Saturday. It'll probably be filled with drink and laughing and I'll be in a corner tapping my fingers on a wall to the sound of whatever song is currently in my head. I think at the moment it's 'Head Over Heels' by Tears For Fears, though it's more the literal version that's 24/7 on the stereo system that is MY MIND. You should watch the literal version if you've not already. It will bless you with laughter. In fact I'll post it here:
Click to viewThen someone will take your blessing and eat it, because people are jerks who eat blessings.