Wait until you get it.

So, I dropped out of uni. Leaving all my commitment to maths behind, and I feel so much better for it. It seems that however much you try, if you're not enjoying something, then you won't enjoy time spent doing/thinking about it. So you'll distract your mind by thinking about other things. I'd rather have something real to think about.

I like to learn. But only things that are useful. Writing an essay, or doing pointless sums are not useful (in my mind) but gaining experience in some sort of work seems much more appealing.

Considering I didn't want to go to uni in the first place, I think I lasted quite well.

I'll see where my life goes now. But it's definitely changing.

Sorry that wasn't funny...

Ha. Actually I was laughing the whole time. If you weren't, then you can't have 'gotten it' yet

I don't think 'Allergy Advice' would be a viable move to use in a Pokémon battle.

I don't have life insurance. But is that really a problem? It would be a horribly pessimistic thing to get (especially at my age) and I'm not a pessimistic person. I hope. Ha, hoping is optimistic, so that's that proved.

I wish I'd not proved that so quickly, because it would've given me slightly more to write about if I hadn't. Little bit quiet in terms of keyboard right now. The familiar click click click that I can hear when I zone out and go into my own little world does not seem to be there. Maybe it's because my own little world has developed a touch sensitive keypad which doesn't make a click noise. That would be sad. It would ruin the whole experience of typing, and even worse, would make it even quieter when you're 'talking' to people on a chat thing. And that would just make it so much less personal.

Oops, that was almost a serious topic.

(I need some sort of thought progression here... Probably start with topic. That's a chocolate bar. What's special about it... Not much I can think of. I suppose it was removed from celebrations along with the twix in 2006, probably due to it's similarities to the chocolate bar formerly known as marathon. Yes, I knew that without wikipedia-ing it. And No, I'm not telling the truth.)

Is 'to wikipedia' a verb, I'd like to think it is.

Wait, that's not what I was heading to! (Like I knew where I was heading)

Err... Yeah. I asked for a pack of snickers for christmas, and my family thought I was joking.

Lots of people have problems with what they want for christmas right? I can never think of anything, and, as my birthday is less than 2 weeks before, I have to think of more than the usual. (If that seems greedy, then think about how it's two separate gift events and it seems less greedy - top tip for you) But this year it just seems so much harder. Which is why when I asked for snickers, it was a very serious request...

I better get some snickers. I love snickers. There's a certain satisfaction you get while eating a snickers that you don't get from a mars bar. (Probably the peanut, as that's the only difference.) And it never normally costs anything extra, even though it's like, the evolution of a mars bar. Congratulations! Your MARS BAR evolved into SNICKERS!

SNICKERS learnt Allergy Advice.

Too much Pokémon. Or Mars product. Pokémon. Marskémon. poke a chocolate.

I'm lost.

How about what I did today? Today, I set the music from when a Pokémon evolves as my text alert. Now I feel like I've achieved something when I get a text. Which is no different to before.

Haha. I'm just kidding.

Oh, Twix and 2006 rhyme.

Just saying.

I wish Harry Potter had ended like Shutter Island.

I think that's all I needed to say.

'You mean it's not real? Bummer.'

I talk to cats. They don't talk back.

Disaster strikes as, after locking my bank card by typing in the wrong pin too many times, (It's not a good idea to guessyour new pin) I snap my other one in the atm. Now, any normal person would break down in tears and shout for help from the world in which they previously resided (Home) but I was strong, and after procrastinating for 2 days, I rang the bank and they unlocked my card. I'll get the other one replaced when I've used the money in this account. No need to rush. Right now, I have money. Of course, first thing I did with this money was buy cherry coke. I have drunk endless (there is an end though) amounts of cherry coke.

Cherry Cola.

La la la la Lola.

Anybody else at uni miss their pets? It seems that more people here talk about missing pets than those missing family. And that's fair enough. I tell my pets everything I'm doing, everything I've done, everything... else. They're like a little bank to store my thoughts in. Just like the internet. Except they can keep they're mouths shut. At least from talking in a way we'd understand (as humans) Or talking in any way. Is a meow a form of talking? I thought it was just a way to communicate the need for food.

That's why I keep meowing at the oven.

For a moment there a little sanity creeped in. How worrying. Let's hope that doesn't happen again.

Oh, I don't really meow at the oven... I cook everything in the microwave.

Damn Sanity.

It's raining. I haven't had to go out in the rain yet (in Brighton). Not looking forward to this. At least it'll stop raining eventually. Then there'll be sun. Or just air. I'm guessing no real sun for a while. Lots of air. Too much air. But at least it's useful. Unlike a broken lightbulb.

If I was hungry I'd consider eating a light bulb right now. But I'm not. Luckily.

I think it's time for some more lyrics.

8 to 8

Susans eyes are so dreary,
doubt she sees clearly,
in the daylight.

Her fingers rest on her earing
She's lost all feeling
and her fight.

She's been out from 8 to 8.
She weren't allowed to wake up late.
And all her friends say she's a mate.
Nothing more.
She's no connection with the world.

Jack has no consideration
There's complications
after midnight.

He's got the faith but not the patience
got lower stations
than his own height.

She was with him 8 to 8
He wouldn't let her leave him late.
Cause no one knows they're more than mates.
and he's not sure,
She's no connection with the world.

And of course, 



Cats eat stupid things. Like cat food.
This cat is a smart cat.

Greek Season 4 Episode 2. I Love TV Shows.

Stir fry vegetables are gonna be delicious. In comparison to almost everything I've eaten in this first month of uni, it's the healthiest thing i've bought. I'm gonna have to add some Sainsbury's basics sausages into the mix just to sort it out. I'm pretty sure they aren't healthy...

Wait, I'm not gonna cook anything. I've gone a month without proper cooking (I think that's a lie) Can you eat stir fry raw? Raw. Meat is raw. I can have sausages raw as well then. Surely there's a diet that promotes eating raw food? Seeing as I haven't been doing exercise I'm gonna have to diet. I never got into the ultimate Frisbee thing here. It seems to have been something more that I just did at home because I was bored over summer. Much like blogging. Which reminds me, I don't need to post anything...

Just joking. I'm not gonna write this all, then review the draft, rewrite, review, rewrite, review, and then not post it.

I'm not gonna do any of that. Not even write it.

End of.

If I bluff on here. It's quite easy to tell. Mainly because the writing continues. But also because sarcasm doesn't come across well in text. Would be useful if there was some sort of font for it. like this. But that just really annoys my eyes. Or maybe that's because I've been staring at my computer screen watching tv programme all day? That might do it. I've rinsed my way through so many tv shows it's unreal. Just watch a series through in two days. 4 series done in just over a week. And then that tv show is in my memory forever. Until I forget about it. Then I can only say tv show instead of actually naming the tv show, because I've forgotten the name of it...


Pretty sure that didn't happen though. Not that I remember...

*cough*

Sack of potatoes.

Pretty sure that's the punchline to a funny joke. Don't remember the joke though...

Sorry, seems my memory fails me tonight.

Shoes, Immunity and Zombies. All related in ways no man should think of... Or should he... So, I'm using shoes to run away from the zombie but it's fine because I'm immune to measles, mumps, and rubella. DONE.

Everything I'm writing at the moment has no flow. It's a no go. So I'll throw my bow into the shoe. Shoe doesn't fit the rhyme I was using. But I was finding it hard to find another word which would fit. And all I could think was shoe. Maybe my shoes are trying to tell me something. Or I'm trying to tell my shoes something...

I wish I knew what I had to tell my shoes.

So last night, which (technically wasn't) was the 7th, I went on a 13 hour drinking session. In a field. With tents. But I just cycled home at about 6 in the morning when the beer had run dry.(lots of brackets now) (the beer hadn't actually run dry, but picking bottles up off the floor to see if they'd been drunk is a limit of mine, that i just made right then)  (and a 5 minute cycle that was perfectly safe to do after all the drinking... shifty eyes.) But I didn't get a hangover. Does that mean I'm now immune? I hope so. That would be beyond useful. Not only for the drinking benefits. But also for the money I could get letting doctors do medical tests on me.

That's the real reason for wanting to be a superhero as well. 

If you could fly, like a fly, you'd want to know why your body could do it, but other's failed to, right? Right. (tempted to type left...it's the opposite of right...) (left back in the changing room. ha. good joke.) Rugby world cup is starting in 8 hours ish. (that came through the sports link i did in brackets, in case you've given up reading the bits in brackets, which is silly of you, because now you can't read this bit. And actually a large part of my blog.) I love brackets apparently. I can hide what I'm thinking in plain sight. On plain paper. Or lined. More likely lined paper.

I went so far with that thought, I think I'm lost.

So I've also been trying to create enthusiasm in myself. Is it possible, or am I attempting mission impossible? If that's the case, I am going to be so unenthusiastic for ages, which isn't great. Now isn't the time to start (I say start, but really I mean carry on for the 5th year (5 is an approximation) in a row) being lazy. I've got lots of work ahead of me for the next three years. (I typed three, but not 5... why?) I'll probably have lots of work for the rest of my life. That's a horrible thought.

A hard day of working is just an easier night of sleeping?

I'm gonna work my whole life, so I can have a lovely holiday when I'm dead. Great idea. Hopefully I'll be a zombie. But one of the smart ones who doesn't get killed. They don't make zombies pay for food. They just take it. Hmm. Anyone else hungry? Didn't think so. Because I'm not actually talking to anyone. It's hard to get a response from nothing. 

By the way, in case you're insulted, I don't think you're nothing. I just don't acknowledge your existence until this is posted.

My fingertips are itchy. dsflrebfgbvsfjdsbv...

Better.

EDIT: You're real now.

Bruce Springsteen with the Seeger Sessions Band. Apparently.

So you go to a supermarket to get chopped tomatoes. Why are they in a tin? Normal tomatoes aren't in a tin. Silly tomatoes are burying their dead. Maybe if they were a vegetable it would be fine. You get vegetables buried in the ground. But not fruits - and fruits they are. TomaToerags. How is that even an insult (Toerag, not tomatoerag) Everyone (who is normal) has toes. And rags are just... cloth? ''A torn, threadbare or otherwise inferior piece of textile.'' Oh. Inferior. Well that does sound more insulting now. I think people should stop using words like toerag. It's quite mean spirited.

I'd call them a bad word here, for an ironic joke, but then the family friendly appeal of my writing completely wears off, and I become another swearing *insert ironically ironic bad word*

I seem to have created a vicious circle of irony. I think they're called throwing stars. Or something like that. A circle that can be used for violence and more... More violence, that is.

So a quiet spell after 4 days straight of posting, maybe it's because I was cold-stricken and couldn't do anything, or maybe it's because I didn't do anything to write about. Both really stem from the cold. Which was a bit nasty, and has really got me thinking about fresher's flu, and how I'm going to avoid contact with anyone who sneezes, or coughs. Of course I'm not going to do that. that's a little excessive. I'll only avoid those who are freakin' weird. But I might have to try and boost my ego immune system, so that I have a chance of fighting off the infections that rage within every new student. That flow within every strange drink found on the table of a SU bar. That wait on a hand-soap dispenser -

Wait.

Making a soap dispenser that you don't have to touch to recieve soap is such a pointless idea, I'm hoping more people have noticed this. If you get germs on your hand after dispensing soap to yourself, you are literally cleaning them off straight away. It's very unlikely that you aren't going to do that, so the touchless dispensers are... pointless.

Most things advertised on television are pointless.  That's why the BBC don't bother to show adverts. And just show late night music. Like this Bruce Springsteen thing. I think that's who it is. Might not be... He has a live band, almost orchestra, behind him. I could check the schedule, but who am I to pick up the remote when I'm halfway through typing a wor... d.

It's odd how I have to put ellipses everytime I stop typing...

And how I watch television with the sound off.

Watching a live band on the television when it's muted just isn't the same. It's also pointless, but at least it provides some light for the room. I have to turn the light out because moths make the weirdest noises when I'm trying to sleep. And I hear everything because I've muted the television.

Well that's a simple solution.

I'll get my iPod.

Goodnight computer screen.

Oh and anyone who happens to know I'm writing this, and is reading it...