lord of the microcosm

yeahs! i was blamed for the abject failure of our last group assignment (although not to my face...come on, i wont bite!) i felt pretty hurt with all this shuffling going on behind my back, but at least i now know who my friends are :)

successfully returned home to celebrate me mums birthday for the weekend, still on a downer i barely moved the whole time, pretty much ignored alex and aston had to go to hospital. i really hate myself sometimes - i can be a right miserable bastard

have been considering jacking in uni again - such a cry for attention, considering theres only 7 weeks left. i think the influence of my dropout waster mates is getting to me, why not join them?

gonzo gonzo gone
skipping from self-loathing to the melloncholy, hunter s. thompson, the self-styled 'gonzo' anarchist-cum-journalist ended his life last weekend. cue a ridiculous number of obituaries and features by people who 'met' the man. this dude led a sobering life by all accounts, and rightly goes down as the literature legend of the 20th century. check him out.

well i'm gonna cook some dinner right now, maybe pasta with white sauce, possibly crackers and cheese, certainly cookies and cream ice-cream.

glutton :/

staring into the precipice

what a terrible week! but its only gonna get worse :(
i completely screwed our latest assignment, which reflects the level of effort i suppose (it was group work) but i've got two huge projects to complete within eight weeks...i'm not feeling too confident at the moment.

i did manage to make it into uni this morning tho, maybe this will be the foundation for success over the next two months.

on a lighter note, i think i have found my favourite altered state: three days of sleep deprivation, interspersed with occasional high energy and high concentration activities. so much cheaper than the demon sauce et al!

well, lecture in five, peace!

not another albatross!

well, i'm turning into an insomniac..dont you just hate that? i mean, i love sleep, waking up is sometimes the worst thing ever...i think lack of sleep is making me ill aswell. or a paranoid hyperchondriac.

rant complete.

yes! what could be more enjoyable than mooching back home friday afternoon, kicking back down the local finishing the crossword. nah seriously, i'll have a pen in my back pocket! but that is but the reward for more slavish submission to the doctrine of assessment. dammit, gotta finish this experiment....