Respect the police, coming straight out of Trumpton
Just had one of the coolest nights so far and i didnt drink a single thing. After tonights General Meeting (I've never heard the word Cannabis so many times in one sitting) i was dying for a smoke. I managed to resist until i completed my 19 page philosophy reading four hours later. God knows how it took so long. There's always somethng worth going to see round my way.
Course i didnt actually complete it. What i thought was 19 pages was actually 38 pages, and thanks to the brilliantly shyte creators of Adobe Acrobat i didnt realise until 16 pages in. At this point i quickly lost interest and began the preparations for the rest of the night…
Now I already knew that my next-door neighbour is a bit of a character, I can't help but smile when I see him. But tonight it became confirmed in my mind, that my pseudo-roommate, who we shall call Zeus, is the funniest guy I have ever met, and probably will ever meet, in my life.
I hadn't been for a proper smoke since I arrived here, an occasional spliff after a night out just to properly finish you off. But tonight, there was nothing on in The Union, my friends were staying in, and so I went for a smoke with Zeus.
I don't know whether it was me or him but everything that came out of that mans mouth, i couldn't help but smile at. The stories he told were fantastic, like the time he was on mushrooms and thought that he had the discovered the greatest joke in the world, and he was the only one who knew about it. He didnt know what it was unfortunately, he said it was in binary. even when he wasn't saying anything, just sitting on that cold, wet bench with his cheeks puffed out. All I could do was fall about laughing my ass off.
Occasionally I'd look up and admire the view, the mist was incredible around Rootes tonight and the lake became like a Monet, with the water and trees and sky beautifully merging into each other. Every sight I saw looked like a photograph that could be published; the mist making everything poetci, and picturesque. Particularly the sight over the field on the south side of old Rootes, looking from the tennis courts to the carpark in the milky distance. The lights and tree silhouettes made it look like, as Zues pointed out, an "alien landing sight".
now I'm blogging, absoltuely shtifaced. I'm really tired so bless any poor bastard who reads this drivel, and goodnight.