I am raining on a request from James
More please! :)
Or not. Porblems, issues, etc have led me to create an interpretation of my feelings as an animated gif:
If you want it to rain on your picture, but don't know how to make your dream come true, e-mail the picture to me and i'll rain on it!
Usual address, spockstension at hotmail dot com.
Writing about an entry you don't have permission to view
I play God all the time, it's one of my favourite passtimes! Many an hour I've sat at christmas playing God with the family.
Also, anyone who can guess the object I used for the game board wins an Asda SmartPrice chocolate-chip cookie (may contain traces of nut). Although it has to be said that it has already been guessed by my housemate James, who also wrote the caption for the side of the box.
His other talents are evident here.
There are no gay superheroes that I know of. The traditional image of a super hero doesn't lend itself to the sterotype given to the gay community. In the interests of equality I have created a super hero called Gay Monk, who uses his powers to fight crime.
What adventures will he embark on?
Monk uses his power of awesome to spread peace and respect!
Here I am, back blogging, first update of term. I've met some strange and wonderful people, and done some cool things, but not on my own steam yet.
I'm finding it difficult to operate on my own – either not being alone when I want to be, or trying not to be alone when I should be doing something by myself. By alone, I usually mean alone with other people.
So.. do I need a GIRLFRIEND?
So.. do I need a BOYFRIEND?
Answers on a postcard
Writing about an entry you don't have permission to viewI got you all beat
Avoidant: Very High
Dependent: Very High
Test can be found here
As a side note, please sign in when you view this page to get my MSN address in the below post. No matter how random you are.
I'm off home soon, and my Internets won't be working after today. So add me to MSN for sitting-indoors-with-nothing-better-to-do fun!
spockstension [at] hotmail [spot] com
comes with a 30 day freedom guarentee. If you don't like talking to me within 30 days… you can stop! After that you gotta pay.
Enjoy your holidays(s)
I have burnt myself out.
10 exams, 13 days, most of them hard… can't be good. I've slept, and now I sit in my room with only the quiet hum of the CPU fan to comfort me. I'd already lost my interest in work, and now it seems I have lost my passion for life.
This is what lead poisoning must feel like. Quiet, lonely and warm in the heady atmosphere of pointless endevours. I can't even write about my day.. well I could:
I guess I'll go and shower. Or eat. Yeah, eat.
I'm starting to think I hate my course. It's always miffed me, but now it seems like I am growing a passionate distain for everything to do with it.
That is all
Computer science has taken my interest in computing and dropped it from a great height, so that it falls and shatters, mixing with the remnents of my broken dreams. If they ask me to resit this year, I'm very likely not to be a University student next year – I don't think the pain of my course is worth the bit of paper at the end.
I have gone from liking the idea to disliking my course, to disliking everything involved with my course, to disliking computer scientists, to disliking computers. I want to get my own restaurant or something now. Even then, I'll cringe when I have to use the LCD till.
I should have done Flower Studies or something.
My blog is down!
At least until after exams nothing will appear here bar this message and anything important. So probably nothing else.
This is because:
*not the only ones, but.. hey.
I can be MSN'd at spockstension at hotmail dot com. Add me, random people, and learn what it is to type to a man on the edge.
You can buy my blog contents in hardback for £9.99, and don't forget to pick up my new spoken word album at a mere £14.99!
Blacker Soul poems now retail 27 pence each at auction, but private sales can be arranged.
With Our Compliments