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...