Saturday, 12 December 2009

Just a quickie before I go to bed

Today was wrought with boredom, angst, fear, and Serenity. In that order.

Boredom - the usual.

Angst - the girlfriend uspet me, accidentally.

Fear - financial woes.

Serenity - capitalised for a reason (think Firefly). It does still carry its traditional meaning though.


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Food for thought...

"A peculiar witch dashes into the outlook."


What could it mean???


My utmost respect to he or she who posts a comment explaining why I have posted the above quotation...:D

Friday, 11 December 2009

First post.

Dear reader,

Welcome to what I hope will be a successful and enjoyable blog.

I'm not gonna lie. The main reason I'm here is because apparently one can make money of blogs by selling advertising space to google or something.....which funnily enough is directly related to my username: 'SkintStudent'.

I dunno what to post really....maybe I should just talk about my day? This could be a diary I guess...although I'm skeptical as to whether I should reveal to much about who I am.....as I will no doubt post something which I might later regret should the subject come across this blog....

Meh, here goes.

Well today began with my usual routine of waking up, deciding not to bother going to my lecture and logging on the Facebook. After about 5 mins of trying to get Firefox to actually display my live feed and to load the grey bar at the bottom I found I had merely 1 notification.....and it was for some application I swear I never signed up to. It was a standard boring and mildly irritating start to my day.

Come 10am I decided that a walk into town in the crisp winter air might be pleasurable (you know the feeling - It's christmas-time, the highstreet is decorated, the crisp air i mentioned is merely embodiment of the festive winter atmosphere).

There were no decorations. No hint that it was christmas other than that crisp air I've mentioned, and as usual, the obscenely derelict/ugly/sickening-to-look-at chavs who call this respected university town "home" and most likely cannot even spell 'university' (let alone 'home') were out in their droves, icing the cake that was this purgatory. Whatsmore, I now had to walk back up the inordinately steep hill I came down to get home.

On the way back I popped into Iceland to pick up some bits and pieces for my final week before I go home (my real home where chavs are hunted for sport and pints cost twice as much as the rest of the UK). This was great until I went to phone a cab to take me up the aforementioned hill, only to realise I was now 16p short of the fare. I prepared myself for the hike back to my room in halls...

I got in, sweating on what was probably one of the coldest days of the year so far and then realised what a waste of time my foray into town had been, and thus felt more than mildly irritated (as mentioned earlier). Furthermore, I had only killed 90 mins. FML


I know this is shite, but I really have nothing else to say right now.

Oh! I can tell you some positive things :D

I'm going back home in a week for the holidays (I know I mentioned it before).
I have a beautiful girlfriend whom I love, and will get to see in a mere 8 days :D :D :D
As of January 4th I won't be poor anymore whooooooo!!! (this is when my next load of student finance comes in) But until then, I am: SkintStudent.

Au-revoir x