Diary of an up and coming sociopath

Well, it’s been an interesting week, that’s for sure. The healing process in my arm continued quite well until I tried to pull a car door closed with it and broke it all over again. Ah well, I’m sure it’ll be repaired soon enough. If BUPA adverts have taught me anything, it’s that I’m an amazing biological machine that shouldn’t actually even private healthcare.

Today was a day of great joy, you see, for my new DVD drive got here. It’s a replacement for my beloved Toshiba, which is about 2 and a half years old but won’t read DVDs and is getting a bit flakey even with CDs, these days. It cost me £26, and arrived in under 24 hours, so I’m quite pleased with the results of buying from Dabs. Unfortunately, it came at a time when I also had a lot of other things to buy, such as car tax. £110 pounds of money to the damn, dirty government. Shouldn’t I be exempt or something!? I don’t live the student life so that I can, like, pay TAX for god’s sake. It’s an outrage. It’s probably all going on asylum seekers and the homosexualists! Next election, my vote goes to an Anarchist Collective.

So, new computer components aside, I’ve not really been up to much. Lectures, some general vegetating, then some Nikki-related shopping earlier today. Ian and I went to Toys R Us and had a poke around looking for Transformers, but didn’t actually buy anything in the end. We also went to sainsburys and balked at the hideous price of things compared to Tescos. Living close to a Tescos is high on our list of priorities, after Uni.

I guess that covers everything. Because we’re in week 2, the basic lay of this term’s land has now been seen. Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursday’s I’m off (and available for any gamestesting work I might be offered) Wednesdays I’m at Uni for probably the longest time I’ve stayed there since the first year, around 5 hours for 2 seperate modules, which includes an hour’s gap that would normally have us all going back home, but we’ve decided to make a collective effort to attend stuff for this term. Then there’s Friday, where we should have a lecture but it’s so terribly useless, we’re just downloading the lecture notes and doing them in our own time. Rosemary Phillimore isn’t a bad lecturer, but her subjects are invariably mind-numbing to the point where the pace of her lectures needs to be about twice what it is to hold interest. Also, we’re in a room where there’s nowhere to lean and make notes. No place to make notes means double boringness, because there’s no place to doodle, so god help us with that. That’s not to say we’ll never go back, it’s just unlikely in the immediate future.