You can be my wingman any time.
The last week has pretty much turned my brain into brain sludge stew with a side of roasted potatoes.
Halloween was delightful as I got to run around in a sheet with a helmet on my head. Albeit a roman helmet, but anachronisms are allowed in times of fancy dress. Gaby's Hermes was by far the best of our pantheon. Mostly due to his Nike Air's with Magic Wings.
Unfortunately, I spent the rest of that night writing a mediocre essay instead of having fun. Much with the lame. I got to rinse and repeat this the next night as I had another essay to write, this time for Science Fiction. The English Gods hate me with much passion and fury.
This week I have done absolutely nothing but sit around, have enormous lay-ins, and eat chocolate fairy cakes from Starbucks. Occasionally I read for my classes. Meh, unimportant.
Oh, I did drag my butt out into the literally freezing cold to see the late night showing of Top Gun in the cinema. Nothing like a theatre that cheers at all the homoerotic content and then sings all the words to "You've Lost That Loving Feeling". Sidenote: Anyone who has the Top Gun soundtrack should upload it IMMEDIATELY. We are in dire need of it.
Or you know... whatever.
Me and the roomie Charlotte. We are much with the drunk.
We lay about in quads.
Also we are cool mo-fos.
The gang at the beach... well, Castle Sands, where there is no sand.
Off to Paris on Monday.
Yahtzee!
Halloween was delightful as I got to run around in a sheet with a helmet on my head. Albeit a roman helmet, but anachronisms are allowed in times of fancy dress. Gaby's Hermes was by far the best of our pantheon. Mostly due to his Nike Air's with Magic Wings.
Unfortunately, I spent the rest of that night writing a mediocre essay instead of having fun. Much with the lame. I got to rinse and repeat this the next night as I had another essay to write, this time for Science Fiction. The English Gods hate me with much passion and fury.
This week I have done absolutely nothing but sit around, have enormous lay-ins, and eat chocolate fairy cakes from Starbucks. Occasionally I read for my classes. Meh, unimportant.
Oh, I did drag my butt out into the literally freezing cold to see the late night showing of Top Gun in the cinema. Nothing like a theatre that cheers at all the homoerotic content and then sings all the words to "You've Lost That Loving Feeling". Sidenote: Anyone who has the Top Gun soundtrack should upload it IMMEDIATELY. We are in dire need of it.
Or you know... whatever.
Me and the roomie Charlotte. We are much with the drunk.
We lay about in quads.
Also we are cool mo-fos.
The gang at the beach... well, Castle Sands, where there is no sand.
Off to Paris on Monday.
Yahtzee!