rarr. the carnage is over. freshers' fair has taken its toll on the student body but its appetite is appeased for another year.

just spent far too long typing up the contact list of wannabee writers. there is just no fun to be had hunching over a computer for an hour. i know im whinging but honestly, if i werent so computer illiterate things would be much easier.

failed - yet again - to sign up for a spanish course, i must o yes i must (si si) sign up tomorrow or mi espanol will get even worse. and at the moment its an affront: to spain, and to us all.

the library dissappoints yet again as they appear to have lost an entire section of videos (cue slow sardonic clapping). and some bastard still hasnt returned kim. its not as if i even want to read kim, i just have to. they will pay, o yes they will. for my growing computer knowledge means i will track them down thru the system and destroy their mind! aha ha ha...

my house however is surpassing expectation. its now kitted out with 2 basket chairs from the street, a mattress left outside the mattress shop -which oddly we almost bought the day before, ha, we showed u capitalist whores - an lp player, some broken fairylights, a chopping board, a table, a desk, and a cupboard. o, and the all important box of backissues of 'vox'. from the 90s. o yeah.

the best thing seems to be the o so near but yet so damnably far possibility of sliding through the gap in the bannisters. laurenec and i have made it equidistance - we're thinking of having our hips removed to make it - for the greater good you see.

other fun things in the house is the trail of dead slugs in the hall, and that hole in the wall between the kitchgen and the lounge: far superior to a door methinks.

happiness is bizarre and sadness is sweet and i have an abundance of both.
dreams of sunrises beds and storks leave me smiling in semi-comprehension.

grilly se arrive on friday (tomorrow! ooh!) with el padre (el padre! ooh!) so that should be bueno y interesante. wonder if his padre will enjoy the novel ways to get about our house: like freerunning but kind of lamer.

check it check it.
x

alright mate...
with 4 minutes to go before the library shuts down and implodes it will be the quickest and worst spelt blog ever. half of freshers fair is almost over and with it goes quite the most boring day ever. enticing people to come write for the paper (come my prettys come, we have sweeties!) just lost its novelty.

the man just came in and switched off the lights. the library is dark and the books are breathing...soon the zombies will come, ghosts of woolf and pound and eliot, to feed on our minds.

mmm. tasty.

the fairtrade man gave me a bar of chocolate. and that made me happy.
so did the prospect of free tickets to electrelane. oh you KNOW youre jealous. god, im even jealous of myself! for being so damn cool.

i am the last one here. not a good situation....

Mate! you would not fucking believe it. im back and im typing. oh yeah. im like a netcowboy. sometimes i stroll off into the distance not to be seen for months, and then i ride back into town with a herd of cattle at my heels and a prostitute on each arm. figuratively speaking that is...

israel. what can anyone say that hasnt been said a thousand times before. dont read this shit. just go there. nothing anyone can say is ever gonna be as valid as that.

back to brighton on thursday which makes me really happy but kinda down at the same time. i think i got the sunday blues. yknow how it is, it gets to a certain point on sunday, everythings closed, theres nothing to do, ur fucked from last night and u never made it to bed anyway and u just get kinda low.

so thats how it is. this being suspended between two places is a headfuck. mentally im already in brighton, sorting out the great move of my goldfish from alex's to mine, discussing the ultimate bed pickup from beths, but technically im still here and its still cold and i STILL havent had any sleep.

earl grey sweet and hot with milk.

mmmmm.

work experience has had to be reevaluated in mine humble opinion. they were so nice to me, so encouraging and helpful i really had a great time. check me and my name in print. and therell be more where that came from next week i tells ya.

experience of the weeks: the theory - being told to go undercover into a squat and spend the night before writing an expose. the obstacle - story cut through possible danger and lack of insurance. the reality - went maverick, got to squat, told the truth, went to trance rave in squatted leisure centr in stanmore, wrote expose, voila! and everyone was happy.

badger ed me has just left superstressed land for slightlystressedville as the applications for positions were finally emailed to me enabling me to pick my editorial team only a couple of months late and 2 weeks b4 issue 1. reading 40 applications and picking people in 1 day (yesterday) not as much fun as u might expect.

and more fun news from the wonderful world of sussex: theyve demolished my office to make way for toilets. damn them and their lust for sanitation. damn them all to hell!

anyone with donations of (preferably usable) furniture for the house do please get in touch. at the moment its all gonna be floordrobes and bucket washing.

and in other news, our friendly ex has a new lady. she is the grand total of 17 years old. gutted mate, gutted.

how will the new year pan out? who knows. but as long as tim hasnt ridden my vespa off peacehaven cliffs im sure itll all be hunkydory.

and fun. superfun.

jess