Diary of an up and coming sociopath

So, I approach my first set of Lectures with some trepidation. I’m timetabled for a 9-hour day (I include the lunch hour at Wheatley because, frankly, even an hour off in that dank pit of hell is work) and it remains to be seen just how much of that I actually go to. I tend to favour skipping practical classes, if only because in most cases nothing gets done in them that’s actually of any worth. We’ll see how long I last.

Yesterday we went in to town, and I had planned to buy “Diary”, the new Chuck Palahniuk book, but instead came out of Borders with a print copy of “Diary of a Nobody”, which I read online, and “A Picture of Dorian Gray”, not least inspired by the references to him in LoEG. Total cost: £3. I have developed a new respect for “Penguin Classics”, though I can’t stress enough, the shite quality of the printing and binding makes them useless as anything but reading copies.

I also again failed utterly to buy the Rock of Travolta CD. Nice to see that Oxford supports its local bands. I also failed to buy the Placebo album, though this was down to the fact that I didn’t see it, nor did I actively seek it out, and besides, I’ll wait until I have my NUS card or something.

Anyway, I’ve not got much else to say, so I’m gonig to wrap up and consider going to brave the midday-afternoon Tescos rush that occurs on Sundays, when everyone has woken up, discovered they have no food, and then tries to squeeze in a week’s shopping into the tiny gap left before Tescos closes at 4…