The Comeback King

Holy absence, Batman!

More than a year since I added to my blog. Possibly it’s been more than a year since I’ve been in the library on a computer with so little desire to do any of the work I should really be getting on with.

This begs the question as to what I should write about now. Perhaps the blog will simply end here, with nothing more to say.
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Almost had you?

Damn.

Anyways, I feel like getting a bit agro towards 9 o’clock lectures. Suuuure they prepare you for the real world (although I’ve only heard rumours of this “real world”, apparently it’s only unlocked if you press up, down, left, right, then hold start and select at the title screen) of getting up and commuting to your boring job, but I see it like this. How often are you gonna have a period in your life where you can go out and get whacked off your gourd with such frequency and have such a good laugh as at university?

Which reminds me… workaholics at university suck. I’m gonna be working hard (or at least pretending to) for like… 50 years from when I leave university, so why give up 3 years of fun to add 3 more years of being a working stiff? I mean yeah, work a bit, make sure you’re not a colossal disappointment, but go out at least once a week!

But, back to 9 o’clocks. True dedication is hitting Sugar hard, finally getting to sleep at 6am, waking up at 7.15 and being on time for your 9 o’clock devil-lecture (By the way, trying to get your head around important ethical dilemmas as a business school student at 9am with a banging Red Bull hangover is NOT recommended). If I can do that, as a self-confessed lazy hobo, I don’t see why people can’t get the right mixture of work and play. People who have more drive and ambition than I do. Which is most people (nothing like being a perennial under-achiever, huh?).

Hmm. As I’m sitting here biting my nails, trying to form a coherent sentence for my random stream-of-conscious blog, I can’t help but feel like I should do some work. I think all this “going to lectures” stuff is bad for my sanity. That and lots of Guitar Hero.

Ahh Guitar Hero…. you beautiful piece of gaming awesome. It is quite worrying, however, that I can’t listen to Ozzy’s Bark at the Moon without seeing a stream of green, red, yellow and blue circles streaming through my head.

[Green, blue, green, red, green, yellow, green, blue, green!]

That’s the start of the bridge on medium, by the way. Seriously though, come end of November, you will have to pry the Cherry Red Gibson SG controller out of my cold dead hands before I leave the comfort of my bedroom/gaming zone. Laugh you may, but I won’t care, for I will hammering my whammy with delight to the dual guitar attack of Freebird, by Lynyrd Skynyrd (“They don’t really want you to play ‘Freebird’, they’re just heckling you.” O RLY?)

That reminds me. To the 3 people (2, if you don’t count me fawning over my own blog) who read this, check out Yngwie Malmsteen. The man is a bona fide legend – not many people could have a song called “I Am a Viking” or “Wield my Sword” and actually make them rock hard, but he does, all the while being an overweight arrogant Swede. Once you’ve felt a Rising Force, you’ll know what I mean.

Perhaps I’ve gone on too long – I’ve done about 5 minutes work in the last hour, which is pretty poor, even for me.

But then again… there’s always more to be said. But, that will have to wait until next time friend, so until then~

Alex out.

: 16 Oct 2006 14:00 |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem