Monthly Archives: March 2007

Sometimes you’re just too busy.

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So it’s been pretty much a week since I last picked up my proverbial pen, and an awful lot of stuff has happened, but mostly I can’t remember it or anything useful to say about it, suffice to say that my time was sufficiently filled with funosity that I can’t remember exactly what it was that happened. Which is kinda crazy, really.

I know that 300 was watched, an RCSU night was went to, and other sundry events. All in all, I had a pretty great time. And spent a lot of money! I actually can’t remember what happpened several of the days last week, that’s really bad.

  • Monday – Supposed to be flat party, didn’t really occur.
  • Tuesday – Ram’s b’day party at Blue Elephant and then late-night filmage (The Prestige)
  • Wednesday – RCSU thingy, I think.
  • Thursday – Debate at UCL
  • Friday – 300. SPARTANS!
  • Saturday – Went to the pub, then stayed in playing games with Duncan.
  • Sunday – Pub quiz

I would be most grateful to anyone who can remind me what happened on Tuesday or Saturday. Thanks! Anywaysie, I was too busy to blog by half. But heck, I’m back.

Andy out.

Edit: Thanks to Sarah M for telling me what I was doing on Tuesday and Saturday! Thanks!

Denied Consumerism

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So I wanted a new MP3 player, and after much deliberation (well, a sudden onset of rabid desire followed by checking a review to console myself that I was doing the right thing) I decided on the rather lovely iriver clix 4 GB, pictured on the left.

After much fuss, it turns out pretty much nobody has one in stock, after which I was inflicted with a far more serious ailment; I fell in love with the younger, thinner, sexier, but alas, also unreleased model: the clix2, pictured on the right.

Basically, it looks like I’m going to have to hold my horses a while until I can get my hands on one…

"Make the snow fall up from underneath your feet…"

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I think “Don’t Forget Me” is one of my favourite songs of all time.

Also, check out http://www.last.fm/user/aiusepsi to see what I’ve been listening to lately.

It strikes me that I haven’t written about anything properly interesting for a while, which kinda sucks, but I actually haven’t been having that many profound thoughts…

Well, tell a lie. I have a far more serious predicament – I think interesting things then promptly forget them, or decide that I shouldn’t share them with the public at large. Alas, dear reader, although I cherish you dearly, some of my innermost thoughts I should not care to divulge, lest your brains explode from attempting to comprehend their significance. Either that or I would be ashamed of my thoughts, and it is hard to judge which of the alternatives is of greater magnitude.

Regardless, lately I’ve been discovering the meaning of life at the bottom of a bottle, which is to say my abilities at philosophising increase an order of magnitude (my, I’m loving repeating the same big words today) when I’m slightly on the drunk side. The other day at Sway I felt so close to having the meaning of everything. Last Friday I think I may, even for a second, have managed to grasp it fully; alas it has slipped through my fingers in its entirely, leaving only a sickly residue of truth.

It was too subtle to remember exactly, so I don’t think that right now I’d be able to do it justice in words. I guess what I realise most when I’m drunk and just coming down from the initial high is how COMPLETELY everything exists.

“She wants to know am I still a slut
I’ve got to take it on the otherside”

Awesome song. Anyhow, yes. It strikes me how completely life is happening, and how important every moment of it is. We exist, and some day we will not exist, which gives us a finite amount of moments to exist in. In these moments we have free will, and if you know you exist, and you will not exist, and you know you have free will, you are so terrifyingly free because then you have the responsibility to use those splinters of existence the best way you can!

Alas, the revelations I felt didn’t come to me in word-thoughts that I can write and make you know how I felt; there is a terrible barrier between us, that no man (or woman) may truly pierce; I am more than words and flesh, I am pictures and images and concepts so abstract and wonderful and beautiful that I wish I could share with you.

Anyway, I fear that may be enough stupidly baroque prose for tonight. It’s a disease, I know. I’m a pretentious fucker. Anyways, I’ve got my assessed problem sheet interview tomorrow, and it’s going to suck. Blurgh.

Gnite all,

Andy out.

"But what does it mean?"

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Feel like I haven’t stopped moving in days, apart from for my compulsory intervals of sleep.

Music: Don’t Forget Me (Live at Hyde Park version), RHCP

Awesome. Tonight what occurred was somewhat of a film night. First off was Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, closely followed by an abortive attempt at Dirty Dancing, swiftly rectified by watching American Beauty. These are two films which I think are utterly incredible films which explore questions about relationships and people and what it means to live and love. The film-making of both is extraordinary. I often think that the art lies with the writer, and while to a large extent that’s still true, the sheer quality of the shots and the vision of the directors on display is breathtaking. I don’t have enough words to describe how good those two films are. At the very least, these films make you think, and that’s a precious gift.

Apparently Pan’s Labyrinth was also watched, and that’s also an astonishing movie, but I accidentally slept through it. Whoops!

Before that we went to dinner at Wagamama. I desperately wish I could make the sauce that comes with the Chicken Katsu Curry. It’s a thing of wonder.

The dinner was however but the mid-point of the day!

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*Explodes with joy*

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I just bought myself a copy of Buffy Season 8 Issue #1, it’s a comic book continuing the story of Buffy after the end of the last series, and it’s written by the creator of Buffy himself, Joss Whedon, as well as a bunch of writers who worked on the original series.

I’m really desperate to get it ’cause I really want to see what happens to these characters. I spent 7 years of my life growing up with them, and I really want to know how they’re getting on.

Yaaaaaay!

Buffy fans who are reading this – for the love of Joss, hit Ebay AS FAST AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE and secure yourselves a copy!

Ow, cramp!

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I seem to have gotten some kinda blog fatigue of late, and I’m not really saying anything more interesting than a blow-by-blow account of what I’ve been upto.

With any luck, this shall change.

After I nap.