Ohhhhh...been a while.
Well, its been a few days!
Spent the weekend in London/Epsom with the Goif, and had a great time. Proper culture too! We went to a weird/subversive art exhibition - Santas Ghetto - featuring art from Chris Cunningham, Banksy, the dude who did Gorrilaz, the dude from Tank Girl, etc. Felt very cultured and cool.
Do other small towners get this? If you go to a weird arty/music/thing thing in a big city - do you feel all cultured and cool? Like you rise above your small towner roots and are now a big city kewlkid?
Anyway, that was Saturday.
Thursday (get my temporal jumping.) Involved me and Matt going to live comedy and then Molokos - a local townie type vodka bar, and dance with art students dressed as pirates and mermaids. I stole a candle. It was 'one of those nights' where it all seems a bit weird. And, really, is.
Anyway, spent the rest of the weekend with the Goif, which was sexy and cool. Saw Napoleon Dynamite, and The Incredibles, both of which were kickass.
Anyway, Monday involved a presentation in American Gothic, which I was totally not preped for, however I blagged the fucker, thanks to my dorky knowledge of comic books. Geek rules!!
And managed to get the second highest grade in my class in my essay despite being a year behind everyone. This says more about the retardedness of my uni than my own brain powers.
Today, I am drunk. I should have spent time sorting out a presentation for tomorrow, but instead got pissed in the SU bar. Not on my money.
I ran out of money. Proper ran out.
I'm Fucked.
Proper Fucked.
Spent the weekend in London/Epsom with the Goif, and had a great time. Proper culture too! We went to a weird/subversive art exhibition - Santas Ghetto - featuring art from Chris Cunningham, Banksy, the dude who did Gorrilaz, the dude from Tank Girl, etc. Felt very cultured and cool.
Do other small towners get this? If you go to a weird arty/music/thing thing in a big city - do you feel all cultured and cool? Like you rise above your small towner roots and are now a big city kewlkid?
Anyway, that was Saturday.
Thursday (get my temporal jumping.) Involved me and Matt going to live comedy and then Molokos - a local townie type vodka bar, and dance with art students dressed as pirates and mermaids. I stole a candle. It was 'one of those nights' where it all seems a bit weird. And, really, is.
Anyway, spent the rest of the weekend with the Goif, which was sexy and cool. Saw Napoleon Dynamite, and The Incredibles, both of which were kickass.
Anyway, Monday involved a presentation in American Gothic, which I was totally not preped for, however I blagged the fucker, thanks to my dorky knowledge of comic books. Geek rules!!
And managed to get the second highest grade in my class in my essay despite being a year behind everyone. This says more about the retardedness of my uni than my own brain powers.
Today, I am drunk. I should have spent time sorting out a presentation for tomorrow, but instead got pissed in the SU bar. Not on my money.
I ran out of money. Proper ran out.
I'm Fucked.
Proper Fucked.