Us and Them

I've done it, I've finally found the song I want played at my funeral. Its 'Us and Them' by Pink Floyd. Seriously beautiful piece, as is the whole ablum Dark Side of the Moon. Have recently got into it in a big way having never listened to it before, I was blown away start to finish. At least I found out what all the fuss is about. It such a weird album and yet all the proper songs are fanstastic, but Us and Them is my fave just for being so chilled and laid back, but with a massive chorus.

Anyways, enough drooling over the album. Exam period here is over. Most of the exams were a mess to be frank. The best innovation in uni is being able to leave the exam hall as soon as you finish the paper. Its great, everyone got up and left after half an hour. Two of the exams were multiple choice, which made completing the papers unnervingly easy. I am now waiting for the examiners to say I failed and have to resit in August. Agh nooo! That would be TERRIBLE, the parents would put me in an iron maiden. So fingers crossed that I passed, but it wouldn't surprise me if I failed one.

I said it before, home and university are actually seperate planets, when you move from one to the other, what is actually happening is you are being transported at the speed of light to a far away planet. Or at least thats how it feels. My two lives are almsot entirely seperate, except for the odd message with my mates and the weekly phone call home. It feels a world away.

But its great to be back. Not much has happened really except for this weekend when everyone got really drunk and got up to some madness after the friday bop. This included John throwing yoghurt over dom and his girlfriend while they were in his room, leaving a pint of pee which then got knocked over and finding the kitchen utterly trashed on saturday morning. And last night resident stoner Martin pulled down two ceiling panels. And some glass was smashed. Basically everyone in Little Court is getting a hefty bill on Monday morning (which it is now!)

Shit that reminds me I have no idea what time any lecture is next week so I have to get up early to get a timetable in case I miss something. Wouldn't want to get into bad habits now... more soon.

Radioactive Milk?

Hi there, just getting started on this beast of a data pack, having done some cramming of data earlier on. Looking at various radiation levels across Britain up until 1990. It looks rather dull. So I'll write here instead.

Chrismtas was pretty average. Got some cracking pressies- a new mobile which can take photos, so that I can photo my walks, a cool scarf and some jelly willies. Ok that last one was absolutely terrible. They were inedible. Still I had fun with them one night, taking them to the Brockwell one evening and trying to get Kris and Hadlow to eat them. When this failed, we 'artfully' placed them in various locations around the pub.

Ok off on a tangent there. Where was I? Oh yeah got a webcam as well, so I can now tell peeps to F off on MSN rather than just writing it. And wave in the background whilst Alex is trying to talk to a girl he fancies.

Have spent many nights at the Brockwell since Christmas. Its a great place really, and its guarranteed that there will be someone you weren't expecting to meet. Like meeting up with Chibi, Dease, Mike and co. Some of the pressies being handed round that night were genius. Dease looked very fetching in his con man moustache. Nice one Tomo!

I think my bedroom is haunted, or at least 3 people seem to think so. Alex, who sleeps there when I'm gone said he gets creeped out some nights in there. Stacey got creeped out one night when she was sleeping over. And the cat often bolts out. Ok thats two people and a cat. But still, coincidence? I'm not even sure if I believe in ghosts. Lets get Derek Acorah in to see what he has to say hehehehehehehe.

Found out an interesting fact at the pub while with the lads the other week. At least 8 people have had sex in my bathroom. Not all at the same time mind you.

New Year was again ok. Went to Suzanne's party, which was alright except only nine people showed up. The highlight was a row between Fletch and Suzanne which erupted in her room, then Fletch locked himself in the bathroom to calm down while Suzanne punched the wall. But they made up. And the karaoke was good- highlight being Jeffs dreadful mumbling. But overall, I wish I'd stayed with the rest of my gang. hey ended up at David's.

In 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' by Metallica, the bell tolls 26 times.

University seems such a world away now. It seems ages ago, and I'm back into the swing of things at home. It all seems so clean here and luxury of no fire alarms and warm showers is one I could get used to. But I'm going back on Saturday and hopefully Mum will not be too shocked by the state of the bedroom floor, which is rather grubby.

Right time to get started on that radioactivity levels piece. Apparently 1964 was a very bad year for milk, and 1980 was an extremely bad year to swim in the Irish sea. Tata.