darth_fanboy

I have been attempting boxing.

It huuuuuuuurrrts.

Not getting hit, so much as the fitness training of much running about and push-ups and jumping and all such. I have aches in muscles I didn’t know I had.

Also I need to get better at the right hook. Jabbing with the left has not caused the same sort of pain in my good self as my right hand is currently still feeling from yesterday.

On the up side, if I am accosted by delinquents at hogmanay I shall be able to defend myself as an honourable pugulist.


Oh, and we found an axe in the shed whilst doing the gardening last week. I have claimed it and named it Mister Choppy. Also I am promised a whetstone for my birthday. All we need now is to arrange for the council to take away the dead plants and we can purge the front garden as we did part of the back one.

Despite getting stupidly lost looking for the supermarket to lay in supplies and then for a place to eat, I am now mostly settled in my new room in Aberdeen. Huzzah!

Depressingly, it is as clatty as got out, and the rest of the house is worse. Where's Hugh when you need him?

Finally! Took bloody long enough!

Okay, it's a rubbishy one working part-time at the Co-Op, and I've only got a few weeks before I run away to Aberdeen, but still! Gainful employment! Money!

Also, the dole office is supposed to give me a hundred quid as a "please go away" present. Which is nice. Still need to harass them about it.

And I'm bringing my towel. I shall be one hoppy frood.

Erm... Hokay. It seems that I will be at a festival around about the 13th of June. This is problematic.

1. I have never been camping in my life before.

2. It is in South. Whilst my knowledge of geography is sketchy at best, I realise that it is VERY South. Past even Kilmarnock. This means that getting there will be an adventure in itself. MOst likely a ten hour one at least.

3. I have no camping gear. This is closely related to point 1.

4. I have no idea what to bring. Again, related to points 1 and 3.

5. I thought that it was in the middle of July, not the middle of June. This leaves me MUCH less time to panic in than I thought I would have.


Help!

The sea is attempting to retake the land by air assault. It's actually slightly worrying watching it.

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I am emplagued with the dreaded lurgie.

My brain is being reduced to the consistency or... so ething lumpy. Possibly JaAm. (This has not reduced my geekynes, but has reduced the quality nd the relevance/comprehensability).

I feel compelled to share this information (though not the lurgie itself)

I was looking through the various wikis that I have stuck on my favourites list, and eventually migrated to the Star Wars one, when I find out one of the latest casualties of the New Jedi Order series.

They bumped off Grand Admiral Gilad Pellaeon.

Pellaeon's awesome! They managed to take a minion of the Greatest Character In Star Wars (Thrawn) and put him through the entirety of the expanded universe until he became ruler of the Imperial Remnant and later fleet commander of the Galactic Alliance.

I was pissed off enough when they bumped of Mara, but this is most sorely vexing.

And I realise nobody else cares, but I've liked the character since primary school and Heir to the Empire.

This new layout is less ugly.

It appears that I will be going to Download this year.

This will be...

Interesting.

As a presage to the impending bile tract venting, pseudo-expletive laced logorrhoeic diatribe (Ha! Suck my sesquipedalian loquaciousness!) I wish to attack an extract from this morning’s post, a section of a letter from UCAS.

__________

University or college name: University of St Andrews

Course title and code: Chemistry F100

University or college code: S36 Entry date: 01-SEP-08 Entry Point: 3

This offer is subject to you attaining

A pass on S205 OU Module
__________


And, you might say, what is there in this that frustrates you so? Is this not what you wanted? No, not really. I’ve got that thar module passed, and had it passed when I sent in the application. Which means that after the grox reaming streaks of urinary tract excretion took over two months (just under two months longer than the admissions people at Aberdeen), went over the deadline for responding (the end of last month) and either never actually arsefunting bothered reading the fraging application properly, or decided that they would gakk me around a bit more. This has provided support (as if I needed further it) for my theory that the people running the show in St. Andrews have decided that a proper rejection would circumvent their rules on such things so they’re just going to kick me in the metaphorical mivonks until I slink of quietly and leave the bastitches alone. Now, had they given me a real rejection (in reasonable time) I would have been disappointed, but would have been thinkin’ that they had considered matters and thought that giving me another chance would not be a good use of their resources. As it is, I’m wishing it were possible to have Drach'nyen rammed so far up their collective smurfholes it would be rearranging the snot in their extended metaphors.

So yes, I am more than slightly annoyed with them. And yes, I will be going to Aberdeen this year (barring anything going wrong).

Not the normal "I wish I had something to do this evening" bored, but "my life is becoming an unending stream of nothing much at all" bored. The kind of boredom that makes you misty-eyed at the acrid stench of acetone because it reminds you of when you were in labs and rather less bored (though in my case fucking everything up, but that's not the point). There's a limit to how many times you can watch Sharpe and Hornblower or how many Ciaphas Cain or Honor Harrington novels you can re-read before they too become boring. I'm even becoming bored of the internet.

Seriously, I'm bored.

I'm going back to university in September! Aberdeen has let me in!

Thank fragging frell for that!

It appears that my time not cycling and not being in the gym has had the inevitable effect. Damn.

Right, bike into Elgin tomorrow, Christmas shopping, quick belt at the gym and then cycle back. Aside from anything else it means I'm not in the proximity of chocolate biscuits.

Excitement abounds
I almost can't wait
Relax, I don't want your baby
I already ate
Though I do tend to generally kill
Kill things that don't fight back

I see this village
What does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with
Fire or cold?
Running from me sure you'd think
'He's a pathological bloodthirsty homicidal maniac!'

I'd kill kittens and puppies and bunnies
I'd maim toddlers and teens and then more
You see a wife? I see a widow
But what then?
Can't you see?
I'd kill four!

I want to incinerate and decapitate
I want to melt
Want to melt some faces
Watching the peasants...what do they call it?
Ahh...grieve!
I suppose that being undead there's not much to life
A soul is needed for loving...feeling...
How does this all not make me...what's that word again?
Heave!

You've nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With infinite glee
It's going to be me
That slaughters the world!

How could I glare into these eyes
And then not stab them?
How could I stare at their loss
And then not laugh?
I'd cut him in half
Then I'd graft
His head back onto his shoulders
Or after I'd lop it
I'd make a puppet
On top of a staff!

I am a lord that is sometimes bored
Have some urges and need to fulfill them
After my mayhem I simply don't...what's the word?
Care!
The stench in the air
The smell of the gore
The carnage far greater than any war
My legacy
Death becomes...me!
I'll slaughter the world

¡uǝʞopɐɥ

˙(ɐʌɐlɔɐlɐq ɐ ʎlqɐɹǝɟǝɹd puɐ ʇɐɥ ǝɥʇ ɹoɟ ʇlǝɟ uʍoɹq ʇɥƃıl\ʍollǝʎ pǝǝu ʇnq 'ɔıɹqɐɟ ǝnlq ǝʌɐɥ ı) uoʇƃuıpɹɐzıʍlıʌǝ ǝƃɐɯ ʞɔɐlq ʇɐ ʇdɯǝʇʇɐ uɐ ǝʞɐɯ llɐɥs ı ˙ǝƃɐʞɔoɹ uǝǝʍollɐɥ ɹoɟ sʍǝɹpuɐ ˙ʇs oʇ dn uɹnʇ oʇ ǝƃɐuɐɯ ʎɐɯ ı puɐ 'ɥo

˙ƃuıɥʇ ǝɥʇ ɟo ʇsɐɟʞɐǝɹq s,ƃop ǝʇǝldɯoɔ ɐ ǝpɐɯ ʇou ǝʌ,ı ʇuǝpıɟuoɔ ʎlqɐuosɐǝɹ ɯ,ı '"ǝpoldssɐ" pɐǝɥ ʎɯ ǝʌɐɥ ɹo ʇsɐɟʞɐǝɹq ʎɯ ǝsool oʇ ƃuıoƃ sɐʍ ı ǝʞıl ƃuılǝǝɟ ƃuıɥʇ ǝloɥʍ ǝɥʇ ƃuıpuǝds ǝʇıdsǝp 'ɹǝʌǝʍoɥ ˙ɯɐxǝ ǝɥʇ ɹǝʇɟɐ pǝsnɟuoɔ ʇɐɥʍǝɯos ƃuılǝǝɟ ɯ,ı

˙noʎ 'dn ʇnɥs

˙ǝƃuɐɥɔ ɐ sǝʞɐɯ

˙ʎlʇɥƃıls ʎluo ʇnq

Wish me luck. I'll need it.

I still can't remember which one's the Aldehyde and which one's the Ketone. I may have to tattoo it on the inside of my eyelids or something.

I will not be going back to Uni this year, as you may have guessed. This is actually not a bad thing.

If I can keep my head together than I will have all the credits I need for 2008/2009. I can then actually apply normally, on achieved rather than expected marks, and can look for a decent job in the mean time (the place I am at is okay, and I am learning how to be a tech monkey, but it's short term and crap money for the hours) without the "am I going to be here in a month or two" thing hanging over me. I can also see about sorting my head out without worrying about ruining any future plans while I'm doing it. In an ideal world I wouldn't be doing this, but nobody (sane) ever claimed this was an ideal world.

Also it seems that Aberdeen is quite happy with me goin in if I get the OU stuff, so it appears that I will be going there. I'll apply to St. Andrews at the same time, but to be honest I don't think they want me (and I'm kinda ambivolent about them right now).


I'm still confused as to how the hell I'm getting healthier and slightly skinnier whilst gaining weight, but that's a minor confusion at most. Possibly because of muscle being more dense than fat or some such junk.

I hearby proclaim myself genius fixer of iPods, and award myself with an ice lolly.

I have also fixed and cleaned my bike after the slight discombobulation, and am hence going to resume my low opinion of my physical appearance and resume exercise, in order that I may once more fit into the cammo combats (which I am using as a guide for weight loss rather than anything involving scales).