"you could use some love, mate."
today was not a good day. forgive the content of this post, it's terrible.
it began well enough, I suppose. woke up at a reasonable hour, got some msn-ing and surfing done, then went to meet sarah at 12:45 to head into uni for advising. advising was smooth sailing, registration involved waiting a long line but martin was there and he's just a legend so it wasn't that bad. I wish they'd change my student ID picture. anyway, I won't bother you with second semester courses (save new hollywood, for film, which should be good) as I'll probably be changing them due to them not being great and the other options not being available yet. but, first semester:
-philosophy of mind and language
-the meaning of life
-film theory
timetable wise it looks like I have friday off. I'm in 1-5 on a monday, but that's the only really hefty slot I have, other than that it's fairly relaxed and nothing before noon \m/ also I bought two posters from the freshers fair (which looked a bit crap) one of jimi and one big one of snoopy and woodstock. pics to come soon, perhaps.
I also found out that one of my fave lecturers from the past year and a half died just last week. I mean, that's fucked up. didn't really hit me at first, but now, damn. there's a service for him tomorrow, I don't know if I'll go. ech.
also found out something cool. was talking to sarah about slava, and it turns out that sarah's new swiss flatmate (franka) is now mates with slava. apparantly slava was even over their flat with her kid a couple of days ago. how fucking bizarre, eh? small world, I guess.
I came home and watched the matrix. it's not as good as everyone says it is, I mean, I've always thought this but this recent viewing confirmed it. I mean philosophically it's sound, but technically etc it has just as many poor moments as the second two, yet because it's very black and white and the good guys are clear underdogs everyone loves it! sounds familiar? (dun dunnnnnnn, dun, dun dun dun DUNDUN! dun dun dun DUNDUN! dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn!) blah, reloaded is still my favourite.
then I had an awesome phone convo with laura. which is basically the highlight of the day. we've been meaning to have a "deep and meaningful" phone convo for a while, and we did. was mostly about morality and the psychology of sex/sexual activity/love. good convo.
then I watched lost. good episode, marred by a few things though, which I discussed with emma afterwards. emma is cool, man.
so then I go out. I figure, fuck it, it's fresher's week. so moshulu is fucking packed, and there's townies/trendies everywhere. I was fucking astounded. I mean I know it's fresher's week but fucking hell. the music was shit, and let's be honest the people were pretty shit. all the attractive women were with fucking skinny clean-shaven white dudes, and no I'm not exaggerating. bumped into jen, meh. james, ditto. becky, now, becky is ace. but she was goin' off to meet up with some bloke only a few minutes after I spoke to her. she went to look for jen and I think she thought I was gonna go with her. but I couldn't be arsed. I got blanked quite a lot, which I suppose is worse than rejection, but also better. only got rejected twice this time. I'm beginning to think all you internet folk are lying to me, I can't be that good looking if I consistantly strike out. also, that isn't a hint, don't patronise me. like the guy who randomly came up to me, shook my hand and said "you could use some love, mate" (I was stood on belmont street just watching the human traffic for a couple of minutes, and he said that. also; he was a metro, so I did have the urge to fucking cave his skull in with a brick, but I resisted - worst thing though, is that he was exactly right).
also got burned on the way home, which was hilarious. struck up some convo with a rather cool chick, and I asked "so you got any action?" (because I was curious as to why such a fine woman was walking home alone) and she says "I may be about to, I'm meetin' up with this guy here" and who does she walk over to? a skinny clean-shaven white dude. oh joy. so I continued my walk home alone, contemplating life. I think I may just take up abstinance. coz I clearly am getting no luck actually looking for anything (fuck, I'm not even talkin' about sex now, just someone to actually fucking engage me in conversation would be fucking nice). I dunno, this paragraph is too big.
so now I'm back here. alone. the plus side being nick is online so I can talk to him about things. and the phone convo with laura was nice. and, well, that's about it. I'm REALLY missing my music. I can't bring myself to send my mp3 player off to get fixed coz I know I'll lose everything. and I lose things enough. I don't wanna lose this.
maybe I'll take some photos or write something tomorrow.
maybe I'll care.
maybe you'll care.
somewhere someone must know the ending.
it began well enough, I suppose. woke up at a reasonable hour, got some msn-ing and surfing done, then went to meet sarah at 12:45 to head into uni for advising. advising was smooth sailing, registration involved waiting a long line but martin was there and he's just a legend so it wasn't that bad. I wish they'd change my student ID picture. anyway, I won't bother you with second semester courses (save new hollywood, for film, which should be good) as I'll probably be changing them due to them not being great and the other options not being available yet. but, first semester:
-philosophy of mind and language
-the meaning of life
-film theory
timetable wise it looks like I have friday off. I'm in 1-5 on a monday, but that's the only really hefty slot I have, other than that it's fairly relaxed and nothing before noon \m/ also I bought two posters from the freshers fair (which looked a bit crap) one of jimi and one big one of snoopy and woodstock. pics to come soon, perhaps.
I also found out that one of my fave lecturers from the past year and a half died just last week. I mean, that's fucked up. didn't really hit me at first, but now, damn. there's a service for him tomorrow, I don't know if I'll go. ech.
also found out something cool. was talking to sarah about slava, and it turns out that sarah's new swiss flatmate (franka) is now mates with slava. apparantly slava was even over their flat with her kid a couple of days ago. how fucking bizarre, eh? small world, I guess.
I came home and watched the matrix. it's not as good as everyone says it is, I mean, I've always thought this but this recent viewing confirmed it. I mean philosophically it's sound, but technically etc it has just as many poor moments as the second two, yet because it's very black and white and the good guys are clear underdogs everyone loves it! sounds familiar? (dun dunnnnnnn, dun, dun dun dun DUNDUN! dun dun dun DUNDUN! dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnnnn!) blah, reloaded is still my favourite.
then I had an awesome phone convo with laura. which is basically the highlight of the day. we've been meaning to have a "deep and meaningful" phone convo for a while, and we did. was mostly about morality and the psychology of sex/sexual activity/love. good convo.
then I watched lost. good episode, marred by a few things though, which I discussed with emma afterwards. emma is cool, man.
so then I go out. I figure, fuck it, it's fresher's week. so moshulu is fucking packed, and there's townies/trendies everywhere. I was fucking astounded. I mean I know it's fresher's week but fucking hell. the music was shit, and let's be honest the people were pretty shit. all the attractive women were with fucking skinny clean-shaven white dudes, and no I'm not exaggerating. bumped into jen, meh. james, ditto. becky, now, becky is ace. but she was goin' off to meet up with some bloke only a few minutes after I spoke to her. she went to look for jen and I think she thought I was gonna go with her. but I couldn't be arsed. I got blanked quite a lot, which I suppose is worse than rejection, but also better. only got rejected twice this time. I'm beginning to think all you internet folk are lying to me, I can't be that good looking if I consistantly strike out. also, that isn't a hint, don't patronise me. like the guy who randomly came up to me, shook my hand and said "you could use some love, mate" (I was stood on belmont street just watching the human traffic for a couple of minutes, and he said that. also; he was a metro, so I did have the urge to fucking cave his skull in with a brick, but I resisted - worst thing though, is that he was exactly right).
also got burned on the way home, which was hilarious. struck up some convo with a rather cool chick, and I asked "so you got any action?" (because I was curious as to why such a fine woman was walking home alone) and she says "I may be about to, I'm meetin' up with this guy here" and who does she walk over to? a skinny clean-shaven white dude. oh joy. so I continued my walk home alone, contemplating life. I think I may just take up abstinance. coz I clearly am getting no luck actually looking for anything (fuck, I'm not even talkin' about sex now, just someone to actually fucking engage me in conversation would be fucking nice). I dunno, this paragraph is too big.
so now I'm back here. alone. the plus side being nick is online so I can talk to him about things. and the phone convo with laura was nice. and, well, that's about it. I'm REALLY missing my music. I can't bring myself to send my mp3 player off to get fixed coz I know I'll lose everything. and I lose things enough. I don't wanna lose this.
maybe I'll take some photos or write something tomorrow.
maybe I'll care.
maybe you'll care.
somewhere someone must know the ending.