Oh, moggins. I forget that the idea of a diary/journal/thing is to update it. I need to try and live a more interesting life, really.
Hey, I've been out of uni. I don't have silly train journeys to rant about, musings over what to do in spare moments, thoughts on strange essays, and lustings over mystery students (hello Poshboy!).
That might change soon, who knows, because 3rd year of uni is about to begin. Hmm, I'm feeling...ambivalence! Good news is this time I've got a flat again! Yay-hoo! I've just had the Worst Year of My Life Evur and anything that makes the next one slightly easier is welcome.
My room's okay, if dark. Very tempted to paint it and move the furniture around. But the less said about the kitchen...the better *shudders* It is, in theory meant for 4 people. I can forsee plenty of early morning lecture-rush comedy moments in there. We will very definately be in each other's personal space. A lot.

In the meantime, not much to report. To cap:
~ D'ya like my new LJ icon? Yeah, that one up there with Listy and Rimsy. Just like the infamous Maybelline icon, it made me giggle and thus I had to make it. Oh, that hair. Guys, never shave your head. Please.
~ I have black hair dye. Still not sure whether to use it. The one colour I've yet to have (unless you count the fact I had black hair when I was very young. But then I also had a bit of a mohican too).
~ My dear old school friend's 21st birthday is on Saturday. Blimmin' eck, we haven't seen each other for what, three years now? Very nice to hear from her again!
~ My fondness for Robert Bathurst has indeed reached full-on lust mode. I knew it would. All the ingredients were there. He's now been cast a role in my story. In my mind.
~ Mindsay can go eat mouldy trout. It's just 'improved'. Improved my arse, it's the equivalent of coming back home to find your parents have cleared your room out, you don't know where anything is, and the best things seem to have been thrown away. Look at it! http://kolaqube.mindsay.com It's crap!

Well, there we go. If anyone would like more entries, give me something random to talk about. Anything: cheese, mongooses, baby oil, anything within reason, and away I go.

So....crazy 40...yeah! *does crazy 40 dance*
I got crazy 40-ed on Mindsay. Visitors and everyfink. And it feels very nice.

What's that about updates? Don't look at me like that, I've just done an exam. Darn hard, it was. And was the easiest out of the two I've got this fortnight, bah. Oh well.
For the amusement of Red Dwarf fans everywhere, and for the bewilderment of everyone else, I present an extract from:

The Arnold J Rimmer Guide to Revision
Particularly useful for BScs, SScs, and Astronavigation

[Technique One]
1) Copy the entire contents of your textbook onto your body. A couple of blanks here and there is alright. They're bound to ask the right thigh, which is 10 per cent. They must ask the left thigh, which is 20 per cent. They've *got* to ask one of the forearms. Which means you've passed already! Anything on the left shin's a bonus! [FIG. 1-2]
1. 2.

2)Make sure you don't understand what you've written:
"CUTIE: Current under tension is ... what's this? Current under tension is equal? Current under tension is expandable? Current under tension is expensive? What does this mean?"

3) Regardless, confidently stroll into the exam. Pick up the paper. You're confused by that one question already. Never mind, you have a trick up your sleeve. Literally. [FIG. 3]
3.

4) Move sleeve to reveal smeared ink. Panic. [FIG. 4-5]
4. 5.

5) Last attempt - slam hand down in vain hope some writing will appear in your perfect palm print. Sign it. [FIG. 6-7] 6. 7.

6) Salute the invigilator. [FIG. 8-9]
8. 9.

7) *faint* [FIG. 10-11]
10. 11.

[Technique 2]
Far more straightforward but still requires effort.
1)Fail to answer the question
2) Write 'I AM A FISH' four hundred times. Bear in mind that this may be a discourse that is simply too *radical*, too *unconventional*, too *mould-breaking* for the examiners to accept.
3) *funny dance*
4) *faint*

Remember, you only failed by the narrowest of narrow margins.

Hello, here we are. I already have a blog (http://kolaqube.mindsay.com) but am obviously taking baby steps to becoming a blog whore.
Now there's an image.

I recieved this in my inbox today:

"steam cry false picture kettle coat jelly death sticky cloud east daughter rub electric process purpose man under complex animal kind while value run weather rub band summer with say sudden destruction unit observation store grip scissors religion account note end elastic crack worm nation stretch"

Reads like poetry, doesn't it? I never thought spam could be so entertaining. This one reads like a novel:

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gypsy near compete with about girl, but lunatic behind learn a hard lesson from onlooker related to.For example, scythe inside indicates that bodice ripper for sanitize football team beyond scythe.
ignorant cagey pecan dortmund "

I have really bad hayfever today. That is all.

I missed the bloody train. So I missed the bloody meeting. Is it me or is there some cosmic force preventing me from doing even the simplest basic tasks?
Why does everything screw up? Of course, I wouldn't have missed the train if I lived in Manchester 'cos I'd just walk up the road.
Am I pissed off? You betcha. Right now everything's pretty pointless.
And I'm still lonely. Shit. That's why I've been wasting my time doing silly little webpages that no one looks at anyway/ Still, it keeps me going.

I'm losing track of my web sites! Thought it was about time I updated my Silly Snape Selection. So here are the Vacation photos old Snapey-poo has just got back.

For the completely baffled, Snape is a character from the Harry Potter books (and films!) that I obsessed with for no particular reason. It helps that Alan Rickman plays him too...Anyways, I also love The Sims game. So I combined the two. Even if you're not familiar with either, check them out anyway.

I also created the Chris Barrie knees page.Why? Because I bloody well wanted to. I like his knees.

You represent... loneliness.
Always alone and always sad about it... unlike
angst, you don't have to look for a reason to
be miserable. You want to be in the company of
people but aren't sure how to act when you're
with them. Sometimes you have to make an
effort. You can't always wait for others to
come to you.


What feeling do you represent?
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Hmm, spot on. I have been feeling incredibly lonely, especially recently. See, last year I had a student flat so at least there was three people right outside my door. Well, when they were in anyway...Adam! But now I'm stuck at home where no one bothers speaking to me and I get better conversations with the walls.
That's mainly why I made a point of joining a society, so I could meet new people (first meeting on Monday, which is a bit of an arse for me 'cos that's my day off so I'm gonna have to travel back into Manchester just for the evening). Hope that works out. Adam and Ro have asked about the people on my course, but the problem is that most of them seem to be rather aloof and 'above' me. You know, the kind of people that just glare at you if you have the audacity to say 'hi' to them? That and the fact that the course is the only thing I have in common with them. It seems that most of the students here are exactly alike. All the boys are the same, all the girls are the same, and then there's...me.

As I was walking to the campus the other day, two girls were talking, and they stopped and looked at me. In we're dissin-your-clothes-with-our-eyes kinda way. Maybe I'm paranoid, but they weren't very discrete. I simply gave them a very smarmy smile and walked away. Because there ain't anything wrong with my skater jeans.
I got the same thing once at school. I got bored with the uniform. Throughout school I tried different things and got a ticking off for all of them - headscarves, badges on my tie, rings, purple hair, fluoro green nail varnish. Ok, the last one was too much on my long nails, I admit! Once I started wearing a long skirt 'cos no one else did and I was going through a strange hippy phase. I got really patronising looks off some girls. But during the next few weeks....it caught on. Everyone starting wearing long skirts - including the very girls who'd dissed mine. It was great being a trend setter, but then I got bored so one day I wore an extremely short skirt. From one extreme to another!

Apologies for the delay. First week is well and truly over. Can't say I'm relishing uni, but hopefully things will look up.
Hey, be grateful you got my optimistic side today. It could have been a whole lot worse!
Anyways, quiz time;

:: how jedi are you? ::
Mmm, Han Solo. I'll have a ride in his Millenium Falcon anyday.

Silly me.
What I failed to realise is that the timetable doesn't just have my options on it. Heck, it's even got options from different degrees altogether. Anyways, the good news is that I don't have a 9am lecture on Mondays anymore.
YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!!!!
Unless they change it.
So I got up at 7am for nothing yesterday. Although as I pointed out to Adam, the journey was not entirely pointless. I went shopping :D

My life is making me feel ill. I start 2nd year tomorrow. Have to get up at seven, or ideally earlier. I'm a student, darn it. I'm not supposed to know what 10am looks like. And I've just made the mistake of reading a few mere pages of my course outline. And the proposed time table.

"and you may say to yourself...my God, what have I done???!!"
Talking Heads, Once In a Lifetime

I do wonder whether it's worth it. It doesn't feel worth it. I didn't enjoy my first year. I only made friends with two people. Didn't learn anything I didn't already know, but had to write numerous essays on what I DID know anyway. And it looks like I still have lectures at 9am on a Monday morning. Sadists.

I have to go wash my hair now. I'll leave on an appropiate Red Dwarf quote.

LISTER: I went to Art College!

RIMMER: You?

LISTER: Yeah!

RIMMER: How did you get into Art College?

LISTER: The normal way you get into Art College. The same old, usual, normal, boring you get in. Failed me exams and applied. The snatched me up.

RIMMER: Ah, but you didn't get a degree, did you?

LISTER: No, I dropped out. I wasn't in long.

RIMMER: How long?

LISTER: 97 minutes. I thought it was going to be a good skive and all that, you know? But I took one look at the time table and just checked out, man. I mean, it was ridiculous. They had, they had lectures at, like, first thing, in the afternoon. We're talking half-past twelve everyday. Who's together by then? You can still taste the toothpaste.

You are Arnold Rimmer...


Which Version of Rimmer Are You? (Red Dwarf related quiz)
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Ah, a multitude of Rimmer-from-Red-Dwarf-on-death quotes I could've used there. What a sad way to start to start my journal. And I mean that in it's original sense.
Started my second year at uni today. Just looking at the course outline made me feel rather ill. Dissertations and work placements coming up and I can't even remember how to hold a pen and write properly.
However, it was the news at the end of our introduction meeting that hurt. Our tutor informed us that one of my classmates has died. It was a car crash at the beginning of summer.
I can barely begin to list all the things that went through my head as I traipsed around Manchester afterwards. The biggest thing though was, 'what a waste'. It may sound cliched, but it's true. Ben was such a cheerful chap, he was one of those people that always seemed to be smiling. I could imagine that he enjoyed life.
Even though this is my journal, I'm not sure if I should if I should go into how that sits with my experience of life. Really. It may depress you as much as it depresses me. Lets just say, that at 19, it is most certainly a waste that HE died. I'm sure he wouldn't have chosen to.

I can't possibly leave you on that note, that's horrible. On a brighter-though-probably-not-bright-enough side, I joined the drama society. Seeming as I actually missed out on fresher's week last year, I masqueraded as a fresher today. And I do have to say that I apparently didn't miss out much after all. The most interesting thing was a free popcorn-maker if you signed up to Barclay's bank.
Irrelevant. Nice. (to be said in the voice of Fast Show's Jazz Man)

Well, I always said I'd have a blog journal. And here I am. Hmmm.
Would anyone like a cup of tea?
*goes muttering off in a corner to work out what to say*