Diary of an up and coming sociopath

I’m inclined to say that “Gigantic” is my favourite song on the subject of interracial relationships. I recently procured for myself the single version of said song, which is one of the few Pixies recordings I don’t have on CD. The completism is all motivated, of course, by a gig. The gig. It’s now in under a week. I may, on occasion, have mentioned it. I generally try and stay any excitement about things until they’re actually happenning and all chance they won’t is removed, but god damn, it’s so close I can taste it.

Anticipation aside, it’s been a long day. I woke up with an incredibly powerful headache brought on by a combination of lack of sleep and various other factors that made me feel incredibly disorientated for the first few minutes of being awake. Ian came and banged ont he door to check I was awake and I may have shouted the confirmation that I was rather overzelously. I eventually pulled myself together and got the hell to Wheatley, though quite why we still bother going to the software project management practicals is a mystery, since no-one, least of all the lecturer seems to want to be there. Most classes are given to Ian, George, me, and 3 japanese people who haven’t spoken at all in 6 weeks. The lecturer comes out with many statements that echo how we all feel, such as “Wow, this just keep going.” and this week’s astonishingly insightful: “This is getting tedious.” I can only assume he doesn’t care, because he keeps on pressing forward. It’s probably because he’s getting paid. Meanwhile, a cyclist was killed on the Cowley road, and I’m still not sure which of us had the worse morning.

I spent the afternoon trying to keep my thought processes relatively linear, though at Ian’s insistance we watched an episode of Pokémon in the original japanese to see how it compared with the translation, and that can’t have helped. Before that, we did some coursework, though, which got easier as it progressed and we figured out just how to order the given set of random numbers into something resembling a logical progression. I think we’re headed for an easy pass here. Seems like ages since we did any work that got marked, actually. We plan to finish it off tomorrow, which gives us way more time than we need to hand it in on Friday. Medals of valour all round.