It's been a long time!

Hello blog, sorry you have been so sorely neglected. Things have been going on which I may or may not outline at some point. Until then, I'm afraid I have come down the The Scots Flu from my trip to Edinburgh. I am lain up in bed and incapable of doing very much. So, naturally, I wrote a poem about my plight. (I was wondering what people who were sick did before Tumblr, and decided this must be why Ye Olden Days poetry is so prolific.)

Fog in my brain.

I cannot think

Because there is fog in my brain.

I’ve tried a drink

But it comes right back again.

Whenever I blink

It does nought but inflame,

The sense I could sink

Into the fog in my brain. 

Look out Carol Ann Duffy. 

REASONS I SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED A HOLIDAY: Part the First

Hello blogosphere! I've not even thought about blogging for ages, but now exams are over and done with, I have plenty of time to ramble at the world at large about my going's on. As such, I present the first in (probably a worryingly long) series of blogs dedicated to things I waste my holiday time on.

Today (and the inspiration for this series) I have spent an inordinately long time performing open surgery on my laptop. This means dismantling it, fiddling about with the motherboard, poking things and attempting to burrow my way towards the fan which is so clogged up with dust and grime and whatnot that it keep making the computer blackout and reboot when I am trying to waste my time in less educational pastimes like killing undead beasts on guildwars.


In the past hour I have learned why magnetic screwdrivers are the tools of the gods, that fighting a chainsaw and fending off a BBQ doesn't necessarily lead to exciting discoveries and also why I should never be let alone in a house where such things are within arm's reach.

The problem now is that I feel like a legitimate computer technician and wish to become one of those people, who pimps their laptop and upgrades their harddrive and gaming chips. Somebody help me?

Went to the doctors. Now on drugs that I have distressingly discovered are one part of the cocktail my mother has to have every day. Hopefully they will do something to help sort me out. I feel a bit sick. Spent most of the appointment marvelling what a lovely, intelligent sounding person my doctor is. He got into the profession that suits him perfectly. It takes a very avuncular chap to explain suicidal side-effects in an acceptable way. Bluntness is not in his vocabulary.

Exams in two weeks and judging by my vague attempts at revision philosophy and ethics is going to be a royal, royal disaster. I have no interest in it any more. Not religious language, at least. Need to build up some motivation to do revision and not writing, but reviewing things I already vaguely know is exceptionally dull, when I could be producing and thinking about new things.

Big, long, illuminating conversation at the pub the other night. Very odd.

Not sure where I stand on very much. Trying my best to avoid caring. Tschuss!

Never put two depressed people alone into a house. 

It's is a furnace of despair. 

Dreamtiiimes

I had a dream that was something along the lines of Wuthering Heights with pirates. There was also a bad-mouthing lobster, a child hiding under a shelf in a grocery shop to avoid being eaten and a badly behaved donkey.

Excellent.

Things I have learned about humanity.

Humanity makes my head hurt.

1. Money is the root of everything, evil or otherwise.
2. Apathy is rife in society; people prefer not to think or do anything.
3. Humanity is happy to shout things they don't understand, so long as they can do it loudly, in a group, or to music (or, indeed. all three).
4. The value of aspiration is entirely subject to luck.
5. Older only means wiser in terms of awareness (or, in some cases, acceptance and self-deception).

Most of these are heavily influenced by historical and societal progression, though I doubt things have ever been all too different.

Needless to say, I am not entirely chuffed with the world today. Not least because people in Canada have cured cancer, but because it's not profitable nobody cares. Or because God being everlasting does not imply that time has an end. Or because people can get away with lying plainly to people's faces, manipulating them with every word. Or because time is short and nobody cares. Or because sponteneity is dead.

That is all.

It's all so hateful, isn't it.