Negligence

Poor blog, I haven't posted here for quite a while. It's been over two weeks now. Well, I haven't been doing much. I had things for college on the tenth and the eleventh of this month. The LG116 Introduction to Politics assignment was available from the ninth and had to be submitted the next day. The 3,000 word essay for LC110 Language, Culture and International Communication was due on the eleventh. I did shit on that one (not to mention LG116). I think I can expect about 20%. (For the chemistry LC mock exam I tried to predicted my result by using the spare time I had at the end, which was about an hour, to count up the things I got right. I predicted high forties. I got mid forties. Well done me. No worries though, chemistry was my best result for the real thing!) So, hopefully I'll pass these modules and all that.

After that, not much has been going on. I've been getting up late, eating breakfast, watching episodes of either Fawlty Towers or 'Allo 'Allo. I've then been doing a selection of things, many of which start with nothing and end with being in the pub.

Last Saturday night/Sunday morning (19th-20th Jan.) was of considerable interest. Clark (mah man) had dropped me a text asking if I'd fancy a drink that evening. Sure, no harm sez I. We met at about nine outside the Cock Tavern as usual. Unfortunately, it was rather full inside with nowhere to sit down. So, for a change, we tried the Lamb across the road. Clark had no ID and Mr. Doorman was having none of it. So, back to the Cock we went. Still no seats or anything. Out again. Somehow, I had a moment of inspiration and asked Clark had he ever been to the Lord Mayor's. From that decision came a good night. We had a few pints (Heineken) in the Mayor's until about twelve. Then, as arranged earlier, we went to get a 3-in-1 down the street. Oh, it was delish and utterly amazing. Chinese of that sort is made for the slightly drunk.

Again, on an impulse, we decide to head back to Clark's house. What a walk, what a 3-in-1! In the time spent there, we discovered the new combo drink of Jameson Irish whiskey and orange juice from Dunnes Stores (or wherever). Credit goes to Clark, but I did wholeheartedly agree on its lovely taste. I also found out that Eddie Vedder wrote the soundtrack for that film about the guy who went off and died after giving all his money away.

I started for home at about half four, maybe. I met some people along the way and had a chat. I did my good deed for the day (so early too) and made it home tired and satisfied (sounds a bit filthy). I fell asleep without bothering to take off my shirt. Oh what a rain that would be (have you realised that I use lots of brackets?).

Recently, don't ask me when, I saw the film I Am Legend in Movies @ Swords. What a shit name for a cinema. Bloody Dundrum heads too. Anyway, I went along with Lorna because she fancies William of the Smiths. I liked it. Nice and odd. If I was bothered (which I doubt I'll ever be) I should rent the other two films made about the book. I can't see that happening but I saw that film, one down two to go. Last night we watched Saw. It, again, was nice and odd. Recommended watching film. As I mentioned above, I've been watching the DVDs of TV comedy classics. I was given the Fawlty Towers box-set for Christmas. Nothing else needs to be said. Everyone just knows how deadly it is. "I speeka Eengalish. I lern eet from a buuck." 'Allo 'Allo is great too. Technically it was my Da that received the present of the first and second series on DVD but myself and my Ma have been indulging, working our way through the episodes.

I'm currently reading "Jude: Level 1" by Julian Gough. It's a comic novel about the poor orphan Jude and the messes he gets into trying find his true love. I'm enjoying it so far (page seventy-nine in brackets no comma required). There's capital letters everywhere and I can't help thinking that it's a code or I'm missing some great acronym, pun or something along those lines. Oh well, even if I am, it's very good.

I have lots of music to listen to too. I bought Look Alive, the DVD and CD thing that Incubus released recently. It's got live concert footage of songs from Light Grenades along with the odd oldies too, including Aqueous Transmission which I'm looking forward to looking at. The CD has lots of new songs which I believe are mostly written by Mike. La La La Zoom Zoom Zoom is interesting, I had a listen earlier. But, I'll listen to more tomorrow.

I suppose the greatest thing since sliced bread or the greatest thing of the month is the turmoil seen today on the stock markets. Sorry, wrong thing. I will soon be in Tromso, Norway. My Ma recently became mildly obsessed with the idea of seeing the aurora with her own two eyes. I, immediately, wasn't too pushed with the idea. I had this idea in my head that I'd like to see the phenomenon later in my own life. I had been saying that I'd like to see it for a year or two before all of this and I presume that was the idea I had, the later in life experience. But, nonetheless, I'll be going to Tromso, to see the city with the hope of witnessing the sight. It's not guaranteed, so I'm not building any hopes. I'm saying that we're going to Tromso instead of saying we're going to see the Northern Lights. We're (we being myself, my parents, Lorna and Catherine) off for three days and will be cold. We'll see how it goes.

It's almost two o'clock in the morning of Wednesday, the twenty-third of January 2008. Wow. For now, I'm glad I've put something here to fill some space. It's all worthwhile. Recently, I've been posting stuff on Bramblog for the laugh. I started off writing the Story of Ben meaning for it to be for Bramblog but it just got too long and didn't fit the criteria for the blog. It ended up on my other blog (Notebook) which is linked to in the left column.

I'm leaving you with the words of Einstein.

The hardest thing in the world to understand is the income tax.

Apparently I've to put Copyright: Kevin Harris 1995 so that I can put it here. S'all good. Fair play to all. Nighty now.

Wake up & smell the cold coffee

It's a terrible thing. Last night I was in Dave's until about four, if I can recall events in even a mildly accurate manner. I got in, locked up and read for a while. I was reading The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar. It's one of his short stories that I enjoyed when I was younger and I wanted to read it again. It's aimed for the younger folk, but it's a grand story. It was about half five when I got under the covers for some kip. So off I dazed into that annoying thoughtland that prohibits me from actually sleeping. I was tired so I don't think it took that long to get through passport control from Thoughtland into Nodland.

My parents were going somewhere this morning and they came into my room, waking me up, and told me they were going out. They must have been going to the Pavloovians because they took some of my vouchers. I have no idea what time this happened at. Nevertheless, it didn't make me get up and about. The next thing I realise is my phone vibrating on the other side of my pillow. It was Dave calling me. The time? Twenty minutes past two.

Two and a half hours later it was dark. How crap. My day begins and soon it's dark. Not much of a day, you might say. I agree. What's equally as bad is that tomorrow will probably be no better. Well, unless I go to bed reasonably early tonight, which would be difficult. I doubt I'll be tired until at least three o'clock.

While I'm on this subject, have a look at the Yahoo image search for yawn. See if you notice anything.

Good luck now.