The results should be horrific enough to kick me up the arse metaphorically.

Right for now, my to-do list:

1. Clear desk (procrast)
2. Work out which of the 8 exams I have to worry about most and get that subjects notes out (work)
3. Eat an easter egg (procrast)
4. Do something with the notes I took out previously (work)

That’s pretty balanced. I better watch something funny in the middle there somewhere to make sure I don’t die of boredom or something….

I’m sure its not just me, but before, they used to be very simple comments initially put there to help ease the waving flag of degrading women. But I think its slowly starting to take the piss again. All this scientific talk and really deep views condensed into a tiny box just makes it worse. Most of the time its so loosely connected to the “story” it makes you go “Huh? What?”.

Sigh.

Today it’s Sigmund Ruth.

Ruth is glad the Wombles are making a comeback at Glastonbury. She said, “the psychology of nostalgia is still a relatively new field of science. But studies suggest it is a fundamental human emotion that can cause changes to the brain akin to feelings of euphoria. Not only will the show produce a natural high – The Wombles will help clean up, too.”

Fantastic.

In other news it is snowing loads here and I really hope Uni is announced closed tomorrow when I open my emails. It probably wont but I can dream? I remember when it happened last year. Oh, the nostalgia. *Jizz*

¬_¬

Currently listening to: Alkaline Trio - Good Mourning.

Best stick with it then I guess.
Over the christmas holidays, it became a bit of a -thing- to text my girlfriend with the opinions and views from the Sun newspaper’s Page 3 girls. Mainly for the hilarity and irony. Well, when I say mainly, it was totally for those things.
Now, in inspiration of badjournalism on twitter (@badjournalism) whose tagline is ‘reading the daily mail so you dont have to’, I am gonna try posting these delights on the web, because no one should really have to buy the sun.

Here’s today’s one:

Rosie was fascinated by the interaction between John Terry and fans in his first match since being sacked as England captain. She said ‘I couldn’t help thinking it was like watching an anthropological field study. Just like Desmond Morris, most of us can’t resist a bit of body-watching.’

I’m sure she couldn’t help thinking it….

So it was like being on a field trip to study humans, with Desmond Morris involved, who is a zoologist by the way… Not even a psychologist… Bad show Rosie. Bad show.

Currently listening to: 2 many Djs - As heard on radio soulwax 11.

This one actually came from yesterday morning rather than today but the rugby was on all yesterday so I didn’t get time to blog. More about rugby later.

The setting is somewhere in Peru, a jungle in Peru to be exact, and I’ve just crashed a plane with co-pilot Lisa Simpson. God knows why, I haven’t watched The Simpsons in god knows how long.
Again, not sure how I knew it was Peru, but it was one of those ‘not-mentioned-but-definitely-the-case’ things you get in dreams, and I had fecked up some thing on the back of the plane that was expelling a lot of air or gas. Lisa knew how to fix it.
Of course.
So she tells me to get onto the England football team, they will have the 2 lead shaft pipes we need to plug it with, and of course they are now locals here.
So I call up David Beckham and he tells me they got rid of their pipes a few hours back because they had no use for them… I thought nothing of this, but Lisa burst into tears and it was then I woke up.

Now. I’ve done a little bit of dream psychology and I have no idea what the latent meaning of this dream is, apart from the obvious; “you’re crazy and don’t need a meaning behind it, stop eating so much cheese before bed”.

I actually paraphrased this onto my phone’s notes to be able to write this, as I definitely would have forgotten it and got a completely wrong version of it like “I was on a plane torturing Lisa Simpson with pipes whilst  John Terry had a wank”, or something similar….

I just told my girlfriend on Skype that she has lovely nuns. Oh dear.

Moving on swiftly, six nations started.
All cheer!
Good stuff. The opening day was spent eating a copious amount of crap and drinking fine Irish Magners with a ton of ice with my feet up all day.

Italy skipper Leonardo Ghiraldini and Ireland's Brian O'Driscoll face off for curviest man award.

Irelands performance, despite a moderately comfortable scoreline and win, was -as described by Kidney himself- rusty.

For what I can only hope to be a fantastic attempt of a back to back grand slam win, something no country has done since it became the six nations from five in 2000, I will be hoping more comes from the match at Paris this weekend coming.

I’m really jealous my brother is going to Ireland v England at Twickenham, but I would much rather go to Croker to experience a rugby match before the move back to a new Lansdowne Road.

Oh wells, maybe I can hope on Donegal making the all irelands this year?

Enough sport chat, I am gonna wrap up with a promise of analysing page 3 girls chatting absolute bollocks soon in a feature I might call “Massive views, deluded tits.”

Currently listening to: The Frames - Live at the Metro – 2007 (song : Song for Someone).

I was just reading out to Matt some of my incredible (if I may say so myself) dreams I have recorded on here, and then I decided I must stop being so lazy and blog again.

So whilst this entry wont be entirely interesting or big, more is to come once again.

I’m tired from jamming with Matt as we practice for an open mic we are planning to do next week, and the little set list we have is looking great, not gonna reveal anything though just in case .
So on that I am going to head to bed, and hopefully I will have some crazy dreams to write about again.
Maybe I’ll eat some fruit polos to increase the chances, and provoke my brain.

Currently listening to: Ryan Adam - Gold.

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Well it’s probably all the work I’ve been (kinda) doing. I’ve been hard at work with my CV for applying with Accenture UK as my Industrial Placement for the coming year. I write this with some Accenture mints to my left, a print out of the slides used from one of their presentation, and a mousemat in my drawer (because my laser mouse doesn’t like mats). Yeah I really want this placement.

Watched ‘Planet Terror’ last night, which I have been meaning to do for some time, and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Like sin city, and anything that remotely has any connection to Tarintino, it is freakishly freaky. Which is all the better I say…. And that reminds me to get ahold of Inglorious Bastards.

Also, Rose McGowan looks really good in Planet Terror, much more  than in Death Proof; blond hair is no no.

I’m not going to blog much more than that, I am a busy guy at the moment.

It all started when I moved back to Canterbury for Uni again, and didn’t have internet for a month.
Then internet arrived, but I wasn’t on much with all the 2nd year antics; then I just forgot about the blog; then I remembered but was too tired to do something about it; NOW here I am.

I am not going to go into much now as its nearly half 11 and I just want to sleep forever.

Will post a picture of me as paedobear at a recently halloween party though just for the craic.

Rawr. These girls are too old.

Currently listening to: The Smiths - The Sound of the Smiths.

So thats pissed me off. Here is the last bit of the post anyway:
Times online funny signs around the world:

Skiing ‘roo

She’s at home sad, so I wanted to tell the world!

Here is to complete the randomness:

Ready! Steady! Go!!!

Reading was amazing!
I would go into some great detail if it was the day after I got back like I had planned to do, but it’s now two weeks after that, and I just cant be bothered to write a big summary.

So here it is in short; Kings of Leon, I hate you

Not much else has happened except working, which I have been paid for without a hitch you will all be glad to know after that fiasco with transfering stores between London and Canterbury.

I finally was able to give Becca her present a little belated but I think it was okay because I spent a lot of time writting her a book as she enjoys my stories.

What else have I done? Started saying goodbyes to people before we all go away to Uni again, Will left ages ago and it’s not really that nice this coming saturday I’ll be moving back and saying goodbyes again which I am not gonna like one bit. It’s really tearing. I’m so excited for living in my own house with Conor and mates, the prospect of Uni social life excites me greatly also, and hell, I even miss the working a bit. But at the same time, I hate being so far from peoples, especially Becca. I guess it’s lucky I am only a short train journey away from home, even if slightly expensive.

Erm, Glenties are through to the finals back home, fair played to you lads. I would love to get over to see it… Might consider it…

Ah recaps are hard,  I am just gonna promise myself to update as it happens, that will be easier!