arroganton

My days and nights have been blurring strangely in to one, as I forget what time I'm supposed to sleep and I wake when someone's mobile starts beeping. All this may sound like a bad thing, but it's not. Watching movies until 3am and then going to sleep with your arm around a girl wearing a lot of canary yellow is not a bad thing. And being able to do it often is a very good thing. Many nights are the same, but canary yellow isn't always involved.
Uni starts on March 10th. In the next three weeks however, I'll be getting in to the kind of idiot drunken debauchery that you can only really get in to during extended holidays when any and all traces of moral and financial responsibility have dissapeared.
Want to hit the gym. Emily has decided to join me. I personally think her body is fantastic, but if she doesn't, then fair enough. I'll be concentrating on cardiovascular fitness. Maybe I should give up cigarettes and drinking as well. But I won't. I won't even think about it. It's not going to happen any time soon.
The Rev. is in to me. Will tutor me in Philosophy. Anglicans disconcert me. All religion does. Horrible stuff. And when I stay at St. Paul's in 2004 - thanks to the Rev. - I'll be subjected to religion consistently. But they've got an underground bar there. Can't complain. Free food. Free accomodation.

I'll consider making more sense in later entries. Don't count on it.

Anton