A real pig of two weeks....boar? *oink*
I've had a fairly hard two weeks, my borderline alchoholic douchbag of a friend decided it would be a fantastic idea to trash a traffic bollard one night, and since I and my other friend joined in ( though I must take this moment to point out that the first chap managed to rip it out off of the ground it was nailed to while I just tapped it ), of course the partyvan arrived soon after and we both got fined eighty pounds. Doesn't help that the guy who really annihalted the poor bollard ran like the dickens leaving us on our own to face the music, that is...until we gave them his name and adress, which wasn't the nicest thing to do, but hey, he did leave us all on our own to pay for a crime which (his words not mine) we didn't do much. Nautrally said person HATES MAH GUTZ!!!!!ZOMG!!!! Good. Fuckin'. Riddence.
A week ago my other friend had a panic attack brought on by the ordinary stress that university sometimes gives you, and mostly given due to something traumatising that happened to him over the summer. I kinda of feel like I'm back home again, that I'm the only sane bastard on this planet.
Planning to stay away from heavy drinkers from now on....well not totally, I just can't be dealing with all the emotional damage and drain that I suffer from such people by used as an emotional tampon.
Better news, I'm getting much better at Kendo, and I'm thinking of taking up rock climbing since I'm not the skinny runt I was a few years ago, plus it looks as if I'm making some sort of progress on my dissertation; I'm thinking on doing a study on the use of anti-hereos within science fiction. I'm hoping it will be focused enough since science fiction (in the grand scheme of things) is a fairly recent genre with a lot of varied texts to study.
I also have a new job which is minimum wage but it's only just around the corner from where I live. I work in a tacky sportswear shop....actually tacky isn't the correct word, it's got a good range of stuff, even has ankley supporters which I might need for Kendo.
Went out to see Taken with my housemates, was amused along the way by Green Street refrences and London slang. I might write a review for Taken and email it to the student newspaper, but I think I might have missed the deadline....
A week ago my other friend had a panic attack brought on by the ordinary stress that university sometimes gives you, and mostly given due to something traumatising that happened to him over the summer. I kinda of feel like I'm back home again, that I'm the only sane bastard on this planet.
Planning to stay away from heavy drinkers from now on....well not totally, I just can't be dealing with all the emotional damage and drain that I suffer from such people by used as an emotional tampon.
Better news, I'm getting much better at Kendo, and I'm thinking of taking up rock climbing since I'm not the skinny runt I was a few years ago, plus it looks as if I'm making some sort of progress on my dissertation; I'm thinking on doing a study on the use of anti-hereos within science fiction. I'm hoping it will be focused enough since science fiction (in the grand scheme of things) is a fairly recent genre with a lot of varied texts to study.
I also have a new job which is minimum wage but it's only just around the corner from where I live. I work in a tacky sportswear shop....actually tacky isn't the correct word, it's got a good range of stuff, even has ankley supporters which I might need for Kendo.
Went out to see Taken with my housemates, was amused along the way by Green Street refrences and London slang. I might write a review for Taken and email it to the student newspaper, but I think I might have missed the deadline....