you start all over a...gain

i had made a startling social discovery. scottish people don't say "whereabouts is that?", they say "where's that abouts?". wow. or at least my uncle does. talking of my uncle, he gave me a new address book. so i spent the whole morning writing the addresses from my old one into my new one. productive. actually, i lie, it wasn't the morning. as, once again, i didn't awake until nearly 4. i kid you not. it was more like 2 hours in the afternoon.

anyyyyyway.

nothing happened today. it kind of felt like by the time i had got up it was time to go back to bed again. i have finished my world lit essay. go me! it's about 200 words too short, but i'll think of something when the time comes. i.e. the day before it's due in.

and here's another one of my deeply annoying lists: the most distracting yet satisfying things to do instead of doing work:

• writing letters to people who live a long, long way away
• reading french newspapers
• eating grilled aubergine
• churning out bullshit accross the world wide web
• shouting at parents
• insulting the cat
• listening to placebo very very loud so the schizophrenic neighbours kill their dogs in a frenzy

the above is also a summary of everything i've done over the last few days. neat.

so tim's in america, reid's eating dinner and everyone else has better things to do than talk to me. i congratulate those who aren't wasting precious hours on msn having conversations about ricecakes and roundabouts. well done. bravo. i only wish i know how you did it.

going off on expensive holidays isn't an appropriate answer. i have neither the money nor the liberty. so here's to you, timmy robinson. jesus loves you more than you could know. wowowo. to quote a famous simon and garfunkel song that no one who reads this will ever have heard of...

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