I didn't sleep last night. I will use this God given opportunity to readjust my biological clock or whatever you call it and in doing so adopt a sleeping pattern that is more in line with that of your average human bean. By the time this day ends I will be tired as fuck and so drop like a rock. I will then wake up at a sensible time the following morning and all will be well. As it is, my imsonia and general "lifetsyle choices" have left me looking like an absinthe swilling vampire, the kind that sleeps in the corners of libraries and leers at passing students.
I had an e-mail today informing me of the cancellation of one of my classes, but I went anyway (and early too!) and spent all that extra free fun time bumming around the uni library. However, my sleep deprived mind did a runner and I missed the class I was supposed to be going to because I thought it was going to be at the time the other class (you know, the one that was cancelled) was. When I realized this universe shattering truth I began to vacate the premises in an orderly fashion now that my official reason for being in uni was gone. When I slowly started to lift my arse off the chair (it was a delicate process) I bumped into a gorgeous French girl that was sitting right behind me. She gave me one of those polite "you look like shite but I will pretend that you are still human bean nonetheless" looks and I sort of grimaced back at her, perphaps maintaining eye contact for a microsecond too long.
Feeling mildly depressed at my social ineptitude and lack of luck with the laydeez (TM), I made my sorry way home, drinking milk in a rather morose fashion from a carton I bought at the uni cafeteria. I finally arrived home after a forgetable commute, entered my room, fired up the ol' laptop and came (hur hur) on here.
So...yeah.
Oh, and for those who have been waiting to see photos of the "real" me (i.e. no one), fear not! I've been thinking about it and...well, let's just say that some thinking has been done
. The thing that is currently stopping me from posting photographic evidence of my existence is this: I have never willingly taken a photo of myself before. Not ever. All the photos that exist of me involve social settings, where I will photographed along with friends or family, or involve boring stuff like passports, driving licences, photo IDs, etcetera etcetera. There isn't a photo currently in existence that actually involves me as a willing, enthusiastic subject. I'm not sure if posting some of the social stuff would be ok with my homies, since to the best of my knowledge none of my friends, or my mum, are members of this site and I'm not sure if they would be fine with it. And the photos aren't that good anyway. The "official" stuff is even worse, I don't want to post something from when I was 18 and that has me looking like someone who is not in love with life. I love life! It just seems to be an unrequited affair as far as I'm concerned... 
Anyway, thanks for listening. In a manner of speaking.
I had an e-mail today informing me of the cancellation of one of my classes, but I went anyway (and early too!) and spent all that extra free fun time bumming around the uni library. However, my sleep deprived mind did a runner and I missed the class I was supposed to be going to because I thought it was going to be at the time the other class (you know, the one that was cancelled) was. When I realized this universe shattering truth I began to vacate the premises in an orderly fashion now that my official reason for being in uni was gone. When I slowly started to lift my arse off the chair (it was a delicate process) I bumped into a gorgeous French girl that was sitting right behind me. She gave me one of those polite "you look like shite but I will pretend that you are still human bean nonetheless" looks and I sort of grimaced back at her, perphaps maintaining eye contact for a microsecond too long.
Feeling mildly depressed at my social ineptitude and lack of luck with the laydeez (TM), I made my sorry way home, drinking milk in a rather morose fashion from a carton I bought at the uni cafeteria. I finally arrived home after a forgetable commute, entered my room, fired up the ol' laptop and came (hur hur) on here.
So...yeah.
Oh, and for those who have been waiting to see photos of the "real" me (i.e. no one), fear not! I've been thinking about it and...well, let's just say that some thinking has been done
. The thing that is currently stopping me from posting photographic evidence of my existence is this: I have never willingly taken a photo of myself before. Not ever. All the photos that exist of me involve social settings, where I will photographed along with friends or family, or involve boring stuff like passports, driving licences, photo IDs, etcetera etcetera. There isn't a photo currently in existence that actually involves me as a willing, enthusiastic subject. I'm not sure if posting some of the social stuff would be ok with my homies, since to the best of my knowledge none of my friends, or my mum, are members of this site and I'm not sure if they would be fine with it. And the photos aren't that good anyway. The "official" stuff is even worse, I don't want to post something from when I was 18 and that has me looking like someone who is not in love with life. I love life! It just seems to be an unrequited affair as far as I'm concerned... Anyway, thanks for listening. In a manner of speaking.