Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Ah, Sunday. The most pointless of God’s multiple days. On a Sunday we all seem to sit around being fairly melencholy about the fact that tomorrow is Monday and we’ll have to go to Uni, Tescos is closed and there’s not even anything on TV. This would presumably make more sense if it wasn’t that most days of the week are exactly like this one, wednesday, for instance, I have to go to Uni the next day, there’s nothing good on TV and, admittedly, while Tescos is open I’ve usually already been on Monday or Tuesday because I couldn’t go on Sunday. There’s no reason to persecute Sundays besides the fact I used to go to Nan’s and have a huge nice meal, and now I don’t because it’s too far away. That’s why I feel most Sundays get off to a bad start.

However, Saturday was a day to celebrate. Tom’s Birthday, that is. Which is today. But what could we do to celebrate on a Sunday? As it was, Rachel and Matt (our smarter friends from Oxford proper) came down and they, along with Ian, Nikki, myself, Tom and his new girlfriend Carrie (who ventured down from Scotland just to see him this weekend - 8 hours across the country) went for a meal on the Cowley Road. I was pleased to see that even Tom has limits to what he’ll eat, when he put a spoonful of stuff into his mouth, despite our warnings, and chewed it a few times before the colour drained from his face and a black expression crossed it.

We ended up hanging around here, because especially on a Saturday, it’s much more entertaining that trying to find somewhere out to go. Not before we went to Tescos of course, which I’ve long since stopped trying to pretend isn’t the social hub of everything we do. We played a few card games, such as the finely-named “Shithead” and the slightly less amusingly-named “Cheat”, which actually involved a lot more swearing than the first. Tom and Carrie played each other at Snap in a dramatic showdown which only ended when Tom achieved a Pavlovian reaction whereby he was unable to bring himself to hit the table for snap because of the pain he was causing himself. I’m pretty sure that the term “Snap” replies to what the bones in your hand will do when you play. As an added bonus, we were playing with Tom’s new “Regime Change” playing cards, which turned this child’s game into a politically relevant discussion. Of course it did. We also played Scrabble, me, Carrie, Tom and Rachel. Not because we’re incredibly boring people, but because… well, I’m not really sure why. I won despite Rachel claiming that it would not be the case many for hours previously - she is studying English at Oxford, after all - but then she was also quite inebriated by this point in the evening, so I can’t be sure whether it was really me or the alcohol that beat her. A rematch in the future, perhaps.

Once the festivities had ended, I took Rachel and Matt back, with Ian along for the ride. It was one of those car journeys that starts off well but about 15 seconds in, it becomes impossible to see out of the windscreen due to internal condensation. Luckily, survival wasn’t an issue because I could navigate sufficiently once I wiped off the window a bit. It’s sometimes hard to convince your passengers they’re not about to be killed. At least it is for me…

I spent more time yesterday reorganising my Comics, DVDs and books. I work out a new system every term, it seems. I’m thinking about taking some stuff back home for storage now, to minimise the amount of crap I have to take home at the end of Uni. I know it’s a little premature, but by now I have a good idea of what gets use and what doesn’t. There’s something much more satisfying about reorganising things above just tidying them. When I tidy something, it tends to mean that lots of things get placed into lots of piles, with no overall cleanliness increase. However, as Relly and Paul have been championing, it’s fun to get rid of stuff that you no longer need or want. So, in conjunction with that ethos, some more of my CDs are going to get sold, and maybe I’ll get around to flogging some of the comics I don’t want too.

Paul doesn’t need the programming done for a couple of weeks, which is excellent news really. I had insane nightmare visions of trying to do gamestesting by day, website programming at night, and somehow trying to fit in seeing Nikki too, but things have eased off and I might even be able to get some dissertation work done (!!) Tomorrow evening we’re going to have a Nandos and use up a free voucher that they sent us, before I drive back home. Which reminds me that I should distribute that information around various family members, now that I think about it.

Finally, that’s not ironic, it’s just stupid!