Normal Thursday?

How to start… Star-Date-Log? Thurs-day… 15th-June. Air…cold-and………so-am…I [/Kirk]

Yesterday was a long one. I got up early, took the bus (which wasn’t as shites as usual) and walked in to my first lecture.

After some musical chairs, it began. It was like being there, in the war. We were shown clips from different wars, Vietnam, gulf and the most recent Iraq war. We got to see how first, they broadcast anything (including executions), then they controlled access to the media (photographers live in hotel and report from there), and finally the reality TV show-style of the most recent war where soldiers are shown to be care-free, happy and joking about while in front of the camera. This left me feeling, just a bit down.

Next up was some classic 80s action, Rambo: First Blood, although due to the first lecture, if felt wrong to enjoy this type of movie at the time. It was all about being shamed by and in society and exacting revenge. I thought it was about getting from A to B with as much action, and as little speech as possible (mumble mumble [/John Rambo]).

Now that was two in a row, but it wasn’t over. My first seminar of the day was next. Sure, it’s fun to joke about the questionnaire, but I won’t be finding it funny in the long run when I’m failing. Not even half right, although the group did decide that 12 out of 23 was the average (dunno how that one was worked out :S).

Then about an hour break, some hyping up on the sweetest (p-p-pun) drink eva! (Cola Turka (damn you Chevy Chase), I mean cherry coke) and some old-skool schooling of 3 opponents in pool before some asda price printing and then another seminar…

Last one now, stay awake (that’s what I was saying to myself too). Mentally slapping myself in the face didn’t work (I wonder why), and the extracts I read, re-read, and highlighted still didn’t sink into my brain.

The uni-bus came quick enough if I remember. The 121 wasn’t even as late as usual. But the kids got to it before I could, so I (in a moment of genius) decided it would be a good idea to walk it to Southgate. I saw a van full of strippers (door strippers too!) on the walk, but it didn’t phase me much. I was also, oddly, not out of breath as I usually get with any form of movement (that makes me sound so unfit). The exchange in conversation with batgirl, and her hatred of heeleys, probably kept my mind off of the fact my body was actually doing a form of exercise and I got some recognition for my ghetto background from a shop clerk (safe cuz you take care too…and yes I would like the little bag please).

Bus’d it home, stuck the telly on, kicked of the couch when I got guests leading me to the computer, and while I spent the night Sparty-ing (geddit, Sparta.), others spent it Wii-ing… till 1 AM. There’s people trying to sleep you know!

This Is Madness!