Synergy/Laziness

Well now, here's a thing. This, as you'll know, is the concluding day of the national gun amnesty, during which people have been going so far as to hand in BB guns. Now when Andy and James got back from Exmouth, they both had fairly new BB guns in their possession and a good quantity of pellets. Goodness. So they shot each other with them for a while, and after a further... while, Andy managed to accidentally shoot Paul, who, responding with atypical fury, hurled a chair in his direction. I believe that they are now reconciled. This may be a more painful house in general for a while though.

Andy and James have just decided to be daft and go to Exmouth to do their shopping. I was very tempted to go with them, but here I am. At least I should get to see some photos.

Andy:

My room is entirely free of vermin.

Huzzah :) James has achieved the unlikely, and we are going to look at somewhere to live later on today. This is good, but as they will be checking us out as human beings, I will be thinking of Shallow Grave at various intervals during the day.

Work is going okay so far today.

Being a student who gets up for 0900, lack of lectures notwithstanding, is seemingly to occupy a different universe to the rest of the world. I don't do any more work though.

If this were a diary, I don't think I'd have an entry today. I couldn't get going this morning for some reason. I woke up to my alarm, whereas it usually just persuades me to get out of bed. Then I found James downstairs, he said he was going to pay his fees, so I figured that I might as well do likewise, as there was company. I only ever seem to do small errands on campus nowadays. We were too early though, so we wandered around a bit looking at the noticeboards and looking at the ads. I think we found two other places to check out.

After doing some dissertation and getting depressed about it I had a quick walk to the funky bridge by the Mill on the Exe and looked at water moving around in exciting ways.

Some first year girls came round to our house to see what Kingom Mews is like apparently. Gavin showed them round.

Just watched Ferris Bueller with James.

Hello. I've been reading rather a lot of Mark Shea's stuff today. S'very good I think. I reluctantly wandered up to campus to do assorted stuff, including, but not limited to, idly wandering over to accounts to look in the window, see the queue and not bother going in. This is in stark contrast to Nina's response, which was one of anxiety. I was in the process of returning the library's copy of Metaphysics after picking up my very own copy to cherish yet disagree with when I ran across one of my English group who were shambolically trying to get a study group together. So we did that, until we ran out of time to discuss our lack of ideas.

The seminar went okay. In a gimmicky way, Karen Edwards (who is a lovely person - all of our lecturers seem to be) has set up the whole module so that we take responsibility for teaching each other. One of the results of this is that our seminars are a bit samey. For instance, every week we seem to have split into two groups, one of which argues for the sanity of the principal protagonist in the current play, the other for their insanity. We (I) had the easy job today, arguing that Giovanni in 'Tis Pity She's a Whore is mental.

Enter Giovanni with a heart upon his dagger

Its a good place to start from, no? I was really rather vociferous, and despite knowing nothing about the nature of mental disorders, debated said topic not heatedly, but solidly, I think. After this I had a chat with Jess, who's in my seminar group, but with whom I have not spoken properly for some time. This was nice, because Jess is nice.

Some people have been independently suggesting that I'm intelligent today. I don't think I'm particularly modest, but such a convergence of praise makes me feel a little edgy.

Ran into various people and felt nervous today - Jen, who I really only met yesterday, ditto Liam, as well as two choral society committee members who I know. I hope no-one who I do not see on a regular basis takes my irrational anxiety about talking to them personally. Unfortunately it seems rather likely.

Google:

You seem to be back in their good books, you can search for your blog again!

Yes, I was going to mention that, because there is an amusing search term ratio jobby going on. I look forward to having huge swathes of even more amusing search terms like at James' blog, which I reccommend you read until I blog again after eleven, when I intend to stop working and blog in a more typical manner.

Seminar today. No longer am I in command of my schedule. Pity. Right, nose to the grindstone - peculiar phrase that.

Gah. I am hemmed in on all (two) sides by other blogs which have already reported various facets of my life. Ah well - the thing to do, I suppose, would be to ignore them and just blog anyway. Firstly, Gavin and Rebekah fancied a meal out and asked us all if we wanted to come too, which we did, apart from Mino, who is emotionally vulnerable as his computer keeps going bleugggh. I was cooking my tea when they left, and by the time I had arrived they'd only just gone to order despite the fact that James knew what he was going to order, and Paul only had chips, which, amusingly, had some 'erb or other on them. Gavin ate his barbequed ribs with a knife and fork - meat is just wasted on these people. I wonder what he wanted the napkins for then? Gavin was quite amusing, once unintentionally and once intentionally. I forget the latter, but he just said out of the blue that "I've been reading the history of KFC on the internet." Well, I guess you had to be there. And be me. And be in a bizarre mood. For some reason I went back to the house after all this, despite the fact that I was going to be at the Impy later anyway.

I got there bang on time - goodness knows why I think it's necessary to be on time when going to a pub - walked around, saw no-one and got scared so I waited outside and, presently, Nina, Wouter, Hoyas, Liam, Jen, and Jen's boyfriend, whose name I can't remember but to be fair it's the frst time I'd ever met him, appeared out of the darkness. We took a while to get settled down, because chairs were scarce, but after that it was good. Nina thought I was bored, but I was merely reticent, as I tend to be when meeting people.* Listening's good. It was a bit loud though, which is my pet peeve regarding pretty much any kind of establishment where the ostensible purpose is for social interaction. Right, I've spent too long blogging. G'bye.

Oh, but I can't, by any means, leave out that Andy's back. He, as he says, had the most dramatic re-entry. He's bought a new BB Gun (is that how you spell it? - nyeh.) and proceeded to shoot James with it, who responded like a cross between Batfink, in the intro sequence, and a very bored northener. So we chatted and then watched clips from Monkeyball story mode, and then I thought I should go to bed.

Hello. Spent today doing not very much so far. I've got to spend less time in front of monitor's doing nothing - it does me eyes in. After a lot of nothing, including watching James not add a new gimmick to his blog, Neil came round, and we chatted aimlessly in the front room for a bit. Then I remembered that Paul had a car, and that Neil therefore did not have to get the bus to Loyes, so Neil, Paul, myself and James bundled down (up) to Loyes and checked out the facilities. It gave James lots of opportunities to take photos and borrow Paul's card reader again. I'm gonna get some food and then go to the Imperial later, with Nina and her associates, of whom I think I know a relatively small number currently. Gavin and Rebekah are organising a seperate excursion to the Impy. I want to go to an Indian restaurant sometime this term, because I haven't been since the first year, and that just ain't right. I think I'll have a lie down. I'm a bit tired for some reason.