30/12/2011

watched up today, was amazing everyone should see it.

spot the difference...

is an image of one of my greatest friends in the world

is an image of kaylee from Firefly.

more doppel fun

Gengars 2

doppelgänger number 1

Andrew M

What Prevented the Hungarian Governing Class from Earning the Goodwill of the Ethnic Minorities after the Ausgleich of 1867?

was it lack of racially insensitive jokes?

Actually yes. They didnt hate the jews enough. No joke

old days

The old days.

Sometimes it's hard.

Rather then having a whine about my life I'm just simply gonna state what I'm not happy with but explain why there is still good.

Lost my phone - That's OK because no one really wants to talk to me anyway.

Had to break into my locker today. - who needs a padlock on their locker when they have no phone to protect?

The "O" key on my laptop is broken - by Christ is it satisfying when it does decide to work.

I have loads of work to do - It's almost xmas and freedom will be mine.

My house is freezing cold because we're all students and no one can afford warmth, even prisoners have this basic human right - this gives me an excellent excuse to drink whiskey by myself.

No-rcotics

Weird Friday night picked up by Liam.
Help his mate to order special seeds and fertilizer.

    

Go out Saturday, drinking socialising met up with some old DHS survivors. Brought them back to my parents house tore shit up, drank too much, failed to light a fire due to the rain and the last guest left between 4-5am.

Sunday woke up hanging like a bitch literally feeling like death, walk the dog with the rents, had curry and chips  ventured back to Guildford and did prelabs. Realised have no phone but am too hungover to feel emotional about it. new phone time?

Pizza night

House pizza night before exam on mass spec. (X

public transport and rude people?

Angry tram lady?

Below is a link to an article about another angry tube lady written by an angry bus lady.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2010/mar/03/racist-question-brown-answer-curious

I think people need to chill out.

What this woman was saying was completely out of order, no doubt. But, she should be allowed to say what she wants. Even though she was making little to no sense and being really rude, I still feel that its well within her rights to make herself look as stupid as she likes.

What are your views?

I saw this sign next to my lecture room and it really hit home. The monotony of term time is a killer. 

Pants day

Pair of free pants I received upon completion of STD test(for world record attempt).

Bumblebear.

 Doodle drew I think he's cute.

One of those really long days with more work than time.

Typical weekend.

Friday drink with my little sister Meg on the beach.
The cinema with Becky and Matt, "Renesme" was a highlight.









Sat out with an odd crew, in Worthing town centre, this is a picture of Jamie and Ethan looking nuts.












Fast forward four pubs and we're at Cheers 2           (worse pub in Worthing).











Finally gets to about 3 in the morning pick up this poor kid and try and get him home.
get taxi to wrong address.
Bother strangers at their own home asking if they want to take in this drunk kid.
Walk the kid to my house give him a duvet and water and leave him to it.
See my mate Ethan out.
Go to bed for about 5am.
Am woken up at about 6 by drunk stranger to my right, who gets into my bed with me.
Woken up at 8:30am by alarm clock, am further alarmed to find 18 y o, boy in my bed.
I would be lying if I told you this kind of shit is rare.

Lego Part two

Team building activity today, the final product is every so slightly hidden behind the pretty Asian girl called Milki.

Tobi

After receiving a full body massage today from my house mate, I have found myself on a purer path. I am light headed and relaxed, but through logical discussion I have arrived at a more peaceful place. 

George

Everyone has one of those friends. A bfg, generally carrying large quantities of toxic substances with the intention of poisoning everyone around him.

A thunderous voice and  mischievous eyes. Gives of a kind of vibe like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth; whilst causing destruction on a biblical scale.

So this occured

Long day 9-5 labs followed by 5-6 lecture.
on the way home stop by Tesco trying to buy me some food.

Being a vegetarian stop by the vegetarian aisle.
FML.

I am a Gay Christian.

A phrase you will rarely hear.
Bible bashers will tell me that I pick and choose scripture to suit my ends but they're wrong. Their whole argument is fundamentally flawed, because it assumes I've read the whole bible and taken it all for gospel, if you'd excuse the pun.
Being a student I try my best not to read too much.
Being a scientist I take nothing as gospel.
Here's the deal I am a Christian because I think Jesus was all about love and having faith in a higher power.

I am gay because I think men are sexy.

Stag.

mass spec = mass enthusiasm

A subject that most people on my course have had to do repeatedly for the past three years is shown here receiving critical acclaim.

The day.

when the day finally arrives im sure i'll be appropriately drunk, lubed and in love.




Just a little something a friend said thought it deserved remembering.

Organic lab

Organic lab that didn't work, why did you lead us all on a merry dance? Colour changes suggesting the occurrence of a reaction, formation of beautiful pink crystals and yellow solutions to finish with less starting product then we began. All I take from you, lab, is a deeper hatred of humanity and the propagation of its lies.

Fireworks

Got Bells' whiskey and explosives to play with along with my best friend visiting me. This is a good day.

Foul

Defined as Offensive to the senses, esp. through having a disgusting smell or taste or being unpleasantly soiled.

My house mate trying to make me feel better gave me this salt egg charcoal combo and that was "offensive to the senses". But the *1 most foul thing I found today was Google + games trying to make me pay for imaginary food with real money. Poor show Google Poor show.

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Around my enclosed space spectres fade into existence, brief.
Within my cliché madness I am embarrassed to be frightened.
The early morning thoughts are so beautiful in their self satisfied significance.
Tomorrow they might seem senseless, but tonight they alone are responsible for all truth.
A time when no real person has yet to call this a new day.
Flicker little moth enjoy the bright white, my eyes are restless and crave the soothing light of night.

I Think I may have a problem

Nobody in life sees themselves as a bad person. Most people if asked would say that they are moral. I see myself as a Christian and a good Christian at that. But, the idea of theft cropped up recently.




bath
set of chairs
table
2*Bench
2*TV
TV stand
crate of beer
34 glasses
11 plates
car chair
Grinder
6 bottles of red wine
1 pair of earphones
8 cones
1 video game
Pick 'n' mix lots
Standard issue yellow socks
standard issue white tie
can of coke
clothes peg
things you eat around shops
School clock
over 3 thousand songs
over 1 years worth of film and tv

Just a casual list of things I've stolen. But, I would just like to say that I missed the riots and I do not condone criminal behaviour.

Short post

Was just looking over the old blog saw that somebody found my blog by googling my sister is a whiny little bitch FML.

Google is there something you're not telling me?

I know i seem paranoid but i just can't scrape the feeling that Google is hiding something from me. What do you think?

A brief moment alone.

I walked along the beach today it was pleasant. the tide was just out so that the water was hovering over sand, barefoot, I strode over the sand with my shins immersed in luke walk water. I felt the sand between my toes and the gentle push of the water against my legs. There was not a seagull in sight and as far as the eye could see there was nobody else. The dog I was walking was swimming contentedly besides me. not pulling on a lead or being intolerable, and the sun that usually burns my skin and eyes was resting platonically on my shoulders edging me ever eastwards. No sound save for the soothing decisionless waters. A soft wave of peace wrapped around me like a warm blanket. Happy.

single drop

was awoken at 5 this morning by Liam for a walk. I took this as an opportunity to break in my new boots, my sister went to an awards night, and her talented self managed to win no awards. but as usual comes back with a wonderful smile on her face, as well as one of her charming friends. Today was not an eventful day for me at all, as once again i sat around and read my book achieving my favourite goals; nothing. even though today was another one of my 'lazy days' i seem to have managed to sing a wonderful octave higher than my 14 year old sister who happens to be a musician so it wasn't all bad. i'm not even half way through the book i have been lazing through for about a week, dear god am i that slow? i have also decided to give up my life long dream of achieving anything whist playing WOW. for those of you who don't know what that is, and your on a computer... well, your clearly not the computer type are you? considering how little i have wrote on this blog i feel i have discovered how fun it is to moan to a blank page about how non-eventful my day was, thank you and goodnight.

merely guests

Head on rock sinking into soft cushion immersed in light, content with day behind and in high hopes for the future. It is time to dig holes. Strange is the institution it saddens me that people may have forgotten that we are not gods but merely guests.

A flicker again of my surrounding this is bliss.

Karate kid is a whiny little bitch.

Karaoke is nothing but trouble. My house this morning looked just like the house that fell on the witch. We’re not in Kansas anymore. I was woken up this morning by a small boy watching cartoons. I ignored the disturbance until I became painfully aware of the clutter, spilt booze ash and soot. Piles upon mountains of empties. As I step out into the kitchen to quench my thirst I see further empties, crushed crisps, glasses, my mother’s food sculptures and a stranger on my couch. He talks to me like we’re old friends asking me to get him a taxi, I point to the phone. Giggling at the madness of it, I begin the clean up and several of my neighbours bins later I have finished. My parents wake up and make me a coffee while streams of random people leave my home. My sister falls out of bed complaining of a sore foot she’s fine, we’re fine and in the end everything turned out all right.
It’ll be alright in the end if it’s not alright it’s not the end. The end.

So, it's been a while... Do you still love me?

It hasn't escaped my attention that I've been a bit neglectful of my blog. In the wise words of Tony Hayward "...I'm sorry." and rather then waffle on in my usual way I've decided instead to condense my life into a few snappy bullet points

X) I've been studying
X) I've been drunk.
X) ...

Although I do have some good stories to tell about wizards and oil spills, reconciliations and lost love, panic and procrastination. I think all involved will agree that the best course of action is to allow this most torturous exam season to slip from all thought and indeed existence.

You're a good bleeder

I lay on clinical foam on sterile paper.

The cannular in my arm stings and the bright white lights hurt my eyes.

In this room I am alone with my thoughts and my mind is noisy-chaotic.

Amongst such little stimulus distractions are overwhelming.

A certain peace is ascertained in this alien environment, the mania of my own mind is such that I have refused to allow myself any pleasure at all.

A syringe of my blood looks at me and I wonder if time has given up. Like clockwork they arrive, they take my blood and they replace it with salt. My life force my essence is encased in plastic. There is no art in this.

The passion has been drained emotionless I lay. I feel the smite, an anonymous deity.
I am a pillar of salt.

They say I am a good bleeder. They do not waste a drop.

It is raining outside, the windows do not open. All the doors are locked. I am alone.

The speculate me, my inside and out. Is nothing sacred in this place?

They enter again, “Is he your last subject?” one asks the other. A smile a nod they do not waste words.

As my skin brushes the throw away paper sheets, I glance at my plastic cup- it IS empty. I am reminded of the temporary nature of existence. I am grateful.

Sometimes in life...

...There are things about people that you love at first, but later on hate with equal enthusiasm. On the other hand there are things about some people that you hate to begin with and as time persists eat you up so much the only option seems simple- kill the filthy little fucker.

The sound of my house mate gagging on his own mucus each morning is driving me to the brink of insanity(I have heard no louder noise); the only fair option for both of us is to put him out of his misery. My only regret is not doing him this favour 3 days ago.

Age Ludo mea Ludos

my complaint to Kellogg's

I just thought you should know that the packaging suggest that because your product contains Iron, it therefore has the power to defy the first law of thermodynamics. I am a huge fan of this product but Energy cannot be created or destroyed- only transferred. I do hope that this embarrassing mistake can be rectified.