I'd rather die terrified than live forever

It's been a long time, again. Nearly a whole month. There's always something else to do, much as I like occasionally chronicaling the various things in my life. Where I left off was the return from portugal, after which there was work. lots of work. tiring work. exams too. I haven't posted anything for pretty much the whole exam period, what with exams and work and laziness and being hungover. The first major drinking event was probably Andy's 18th, which I had to go to after work, due to it being sort of short notice. It was pretty fun, there was Ring of Fire, Sambuca, Bus Stop, and Muzz threw up all over his shirt. So I lent him my spare one, as it was my fault-ish (my ring of fire rule involved rum shots. Muzz got most of them.), and he still has it.

Lots of work followed, as mentioned previously, be it exams or at the pub. As far as I can remember the next major event was Ashwells 18th, which I went to after work as well, but Matt, Dave and Bayliss all came to the Yeoman before I finished and had a drink or two there before my dad gave us a lift to Tring, where there was Ashwells, which was interesting in a few ways, and which I got very drunk at.

Bayliss, Ellis, Dave and me all met up at the litten tree on saturday (again, after work) and a few drinks were had before staggering home. The last exam for me was on the following monday, and in celebration a whole bunch of us went drinking, first in the park with some vodka and some juice for cocktails and eventually in Chicagos because of their cheap monday night-ness. Fun was had to a greater or lesser extent by everybody and most people were shattered by the time we got back to mine, where we were all crashing so we could stay out later...

The wednesday after that there was a poker night, which would have been much more fun if Bayliss hadn't won. It was kind of annoying, as afterwards we didn't have anything to drink except rum, and the smallest amount of sambuca. We didn't get very drunk, as you might imagine.

Simon's 18th, which was yesterday, was again quite entertaining, with lots of alcohol, some good music moments (and a number of other cheesy dances numbers. When I asked Bird to "turn the gay down a notch" he said "No!" and myself and Ellis went to drink neat vodka 'shots' in the park with a number of other randomers) eventually the hall party started winding down, and a lot of people moved to Simons house, where we were very inconsiderate and kept Simons parents awake till about four AM, when a "curfew" was implemented. It was about six or so before I actually went to sleep, as there were a few people still awake floating around the kitchen, trying to be quiet but unable to sleep.

Today was supposed to be tentopolis, but the weather was gaying up, so it has been temporarily postponed; I'm quite glad now that it was, even though before, I was complaining about having bugger all to do on my day off - sleeping the hangover away in my own bed was a perfect waste of time.

To close, I'm going to do an unorthodox bit of plugging (for all the good it'll do, no one reads this). or shall we say I'm going to <3 minus and a softer world for a while now, and they're both amazingly awesome and artistic in different ways... minus makes me smile a lot (much like the 'hamster ball' xkcd comic), because the art is very innocent and well done, and it's just generally quite warm and fuzzy (but can be a bit more serious, the most recent one being a perfect example).

When it comes to a softer world, however... it's less the comic as a whole, and more the writer, Joey Comeau, who is simply amazing, very transgressive, but very beautiful; this is an extract from some blurbish writing on the main page at the moment:

I hope that you are a disaster. I'm sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the canopy gone, the sun can get in. You need new growth. I hope you're terrible and broken and perfect.

It reminds me somewhat of Palahnuik (Although a lot of Comeau's other stuff is very sexual) but his writing has it's own sort of poetry. Joey has a novella online, Lockpick Pornography which you can read but probably shouldn't if you're easily offended or homophobic, as... well, if you can handle somewhat explicit gay sex, and might be interested in some transgressive, hard hitting writing.. you should probably read it.

I'm about to be firewalled off the internet, as it's nearly 1 AM (new helpful feature put in by my dad to keep me off the internet at stupid o'clock in the morning... it's annoying as you can imagine with my generally nocturnal nature) so I'm going to stop writing and go watch some shoddy late night sitcoms on ABC. Cheerio.