A goust…

A ghost, I feel like a ghost…

here but not here, people see me, recognise I’m there and then there eyes glaze over.

Subconsciously they’ve decided to categorise me under the things that you avoid walking into… remembering that something is there but not exactly come to think about sure what it is.

Hmmm… I know it’s just exam fever exploiting my already fragile feelings about myself… and everyone has other things on there minds, like exams, but hey I’m self centered narcissist damn it!

Man the human condition is way to selfcentered when over thought, which is something I am liable to do on a daliey basis

al well…

Revision and Danceing…

Whats happened in my world? well nothing really… Just revision

I sit at a computer in the computer suite drowned by the smell of coffee and surrounded by an Island of news papers.
It some what resembles my room.
The idles eyes of mine gaze over the black and white photo of real life, torn at the edges…

H sits oposite muching on a ludicrous sandwich wrapped in foil this morning and I piss away my money on gressy chicken tika bakes, should have made a ’healthy’ sty like I been doing sporadically all week.

Went on a night out with confidant the other week, went to a pretty sweet Weatherspoons in town (all art deco and faded glory). Found out amounst other things that there were over 1000 of the damn things. As much as I like a cheap drink this kinda monopolisation is ridiculous, I Blame the damn space ninger pirates…

Went to snobs for the first time in ages,

{it’s a night club, it was a dirty indie rock place with v. cheap prices, then new management and well the prices are I spose reasonable and the music less alternative…}

and the biggest chage there seemed to be was…

THE SMELL

omg girlfriends you just wouldn’t beleive it, it smelt of fresh laudary and stuff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay so that may be an exagiration but Confidont agreed with me.
Then someelse who obviouly thought this was a little odd decide to do something about it,
i.e. spray beer all over the place and I just happend write next to him – that’s when my teashirt was grafted to my back.

“Ahhhh” I thought ”the good times where back” that’s when the night really started rocking as the guy was bundled out the club to the tune of the Arctic Monkeys

 

till next time emigoes, adios….

The view from the eye of the storm…

There is peace for now…

but it wont last…
and it wasn’t like this before…

in fact…

 IT’S THE EYE OF THE STORRRRRMMMMMMM!!!!!

 ”ARARRGAGGGGGGGGGGFGGHHHHHHHHH!!!”
go the little dogs and children, they know this is the place where you really should be pissing yourself.

But cos I’m not that clever I’m relaxing, playing chess, listening to music and writing (well writing this).

Prelude

The space ship has been designed. Yay!    
(no more work)
And so the design has been submitted.  Shit! : (   
(there were so many problems, working in big groups makes me realise how I hate people (see dependency) so yeah I finished my stuff on Monday but had to sort out another piece of crap each day after, twenty two pages had to have references and the labels added to figures and tables….
So it wasn’t really edited which makes me worry, I mean frankly I’m dyslexic, who the fuck know what I wrote…)

Epiloge

Exams

Bugger….

Dependency…

I watch the world go by from my computer, waiting for people to tell what they want, what they need, and where it is…

“What is the temperature here”
“We need this to be this temperature instead”
“Oh I’ve just had to change the position a shape of the craft… again”

These people are bastards, I think to myself, and wish to say that they “should really try and meet deadlines….” but instead I just grimace and stare at the world, as they float by in total ignorance of what they’ve done…
It’s way to easy to get disillusioned with the world thermo engineering, even on our small scale.
Over the horizon I see my dead line… write up every thing and compute everything by….

Wow the horizon is close, I think I’ll just watch it for a while….

I liked the guild for once…

Normally I don’t like the cheesy guild (student) Friday club night,
and here’s why,

• The Music is cheesy and the same every week, (okay they rotate between the 2 DJs each week, but they always play the same stuff, you can only distinguish between the two cos one plays the fresh prince of bell-air theme near the end).
• The venue has no air con!!!    It’s a listed building so it’s hard to do anything, but anyway it’s very very hot with the heaving student mass.
• They serve pints in plastic glasses. 

 But last friday I found it quite pleasurable, I went with propaganda stapled on me for some guy who my house mate is running a campaign for in the guild elections. 

I’ve never talked to this guy, and in fact he’s obliviously sitting next to me typing up something… I think he might be called Steve… maybe…

Anyway this was the reason we went to the guild,

It also meant we went with some random-er friends of Stan (or was it Sting…),

Random-ers are so refreshing! Going out all the time with the same few groups of people can get really claustrophobic and samey, but random-ers! Who are they? Who are You? Have we got similar interests? You work in advertising really tell me more…

And so the night went, I probably will never see those guys again or ever speak to Salty… but hey it was fun

Parmimentary visuals

Lets talk aesthetics…

Some things look good, some things look bad…

And I imagine that when trying to pass policy in the notoriously boring house of commons, aesthetics play a large role in an MP’s decision on which way to vote (if they ever actually wake from that perpetual slumber most seem to be engaged in while running the country…) if something looks nice and smart, what the heck it must be better then that other thing. For instance you will notice that Tony Blair looked particularly dapper the day they voted to go to war, and Charles Kennedy (opposing)… well…  looked rather to much like Charles Kennedy….

This would explain Nick Clegg (my friend and yours for a price) has chosen to even out his front and back benches. So now he has one of each of practically equal length (29 and 34). Before they just looked like shoddy miss-fits with their scruffy backbenchers all over the place, no-wonder Ming was thought of as bumbling old fool instead of a cunning political strategist, something that Cameron hasn’t had to deal with either.

Although it does raise questions to whether he’ll kill of the offending 5 backbenchers to create complete synergy? If he really wants to challenge the perfectly arranged Cameron he’ll have to do something   Why he didn’t just go for 31 and 31 and bludgeon the remaining I don’t know… perhaps he can’t count… *shrug*

Personally I would go for a square of MPs. If only he had 5 more Clegg could arrange them in 8 rows of 8. But that would be asking a little too much of our 3rd party me thinks…

Need some time to…

Everything just gets really busy at once these days.

I read War and Peace not to long ago, it took ages, the whole summer in-fact. But you get a little bogged down in looking up the references (flipping to the back of the book and reading about who is who and what battle this is and how significant it was and who won and and and and….)

So I decided to read it again, only more slowly and with only looking for the translations, just letting the story flow. It’s so much better this way, you get to appreciate how good a story teller/writer Tolstoy was.

I just wish i had more time to read it…. And read newspapers…. It was one of my joys last semester was to get home at 12 on a Friday and read the newspapers drinking tea with a friend. Because of timetables this year we can’t do this. I miss it more then I thought. It was the rest at the end of the week, kinda like a meditation almost, just spending quality time with a friend (even if nothing is said) is something amazing.