Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I figured I’d break this entry up a bit since my practise of writing long entries perhaps needs a little curbing. I’ve been thinking it’s necessary for a few weeks now and that last long entry just went spiraling out of control. To be honest, I should think more about structuring entries. I know I originally did this but it became less and less an issue as the months wore on. I often wonder if the reason half my friends can’t stick to a blog is because they subconsciously think that the reams and reams of shite I update with is a necessary requirement for all. Maybe that’s just conceit. Maybe not. Either way I’m aware a little more editing andor drafting might go a long way towards making some of this more readable. That 1500 word entry I did about how terrible the lecturers can be? It was an abridged version. There are times when you want things to be deliberately inaccessible, but this isn’t one of them. Maybe I’ll attempt to tighten the act up a bit.

Incidentally, I’m an fan of the crossover entry. That last update was my day, and you can go and read it from Rachel’s perspective and get the bits I didn’t mention. I was hoping to keep the klingon thing under wraps but I guess the lid’s been blown off it now. There’s a bit in French down the bottom which for some reason, I can read. I can only conclude that my French has somehow improved since I stopped learning it, and thusly I assume that in a few years I’ll be a maths genius.

However, I didn’t segregate this entry purely to talk about entry segregation. Take notice, people, of the date. It’s a magical and mystical abberation of physics and maths combining to provide us with a whole extra day. the 29th of February. Pretty weird when you think about it. Orbital eccentricities and stuff. Starting today, the calendar can only get less accurate for the next 4 years.

Leap years remind me of the strange changes we make for British Summer Time. Nothing’s actually changing in any tangible sense but there’s the illusion of it. An extra day of the year to spend wasting time. It’s a Sunday too, this time. A whole extra sunday to spend not doing stuff, because that’s what we do on Sundays (or rather, don’t do.) I have (possibly had, can’t keep up with who’s still around and who isn’t) a great aunt whose birthday was on the 29th. For anyone interested, the ettiquette tends to be to just celebrate it on the 28th of Feb or the 1st of March, though I dunno, I’d take the opportunity to whine about not having a birthday for 3 years out of every 4 and tell people “It’s just not the same” and then start celebrating on completely random dates because if it’s not going to be the actual date it might as well be any, before getting dragged off and detained under the mental health act.