Hello! I feel compelled to at least mention to you, my loyal readers, that more of my rambling can be found on yet
another random blog-site, this time one run by the delightful people at Warwick University. Basically, I just noticed that it lets me talk a small but nevertheless existent audience who I'd have great trouble directing here. Hence, the spreading thin of my writing time continues.
So, click here to access yet more of my typing.
100th journal entry published on website! Rejoice ye multitudes!
(I know I am)
Am back in Coventry and it's like I never left. Nothing noteworthy or hillarious to report yet, lectures resume in all their splendour tomorrow. Still thinking about something cool to do for 100th entry.
Whilst out shopping for new jeans, have discovered a new pet peeve: Button flies.
By this, I mean jeans that have a few buttons rather than zip to seal the flies. What is the point? It means it takes ages to put your trousers on, and it could impair you taking them off while attempting to use the toilet, thus risking a potentially catastrophic incident.
Bloody hell.
Oh, and in dull dull technical news, yes, I have changed from the Squawkbox commenting system to the inbuilt Blogger one. This means old comments have been lost, sorry, although there were hardly any anyway. If you wish to comment, then you still can. Feel free.
Interesting new intellgence discovered while working like a bitch at the Royal Mail: Did you know there actually is such a thing as third class post? Apparently so. It sits in bags and all has a big number 3 on it. It appears to be advertisement circulars and similar things no-one cares enough about to even pay second class rates for. Exciting, no?
Oh, and after making me hate Maroon Five, the radio at work has managed to make me like Damien Rice. See, it's not all negativity on this site.
I spent the whole of today at the Royal Mail listening to "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon Five on the radio, and have decided I absolutely hate it, and by extension them. Awful song. Much like there's no such thing as "nearly" funny, you also can't be "nearly" touching. You either succeed in tugging on the heartstrings or you produce something that sounds whiny, overdone and slightly pathetic. Guess which side of the scale this song lands on.
My sister, who works at TK Maxx, has just informed me of two things, which struck me as progressively more ridiculous.
- Firstly, they've got the Christmas aisle out already. For fuck's sake. I know I have this rant every year, but that just proves I'm right. It's barely even September
- Stupider still, they are selling see-through crackers. That's crackers which you can see through. As oxymorons go, this is pretty epic. Whatever happened to the elemant of surprise?