These solo visits to the SU are becoming far too frequent. I actually got labelled ‘lonely’ on wednesday – that was a setback. Weds was also our RAG week auction, in which i was auctioned off as a slave (of sorts); although for some reason i thought we lived in the 16th century rather the 21st and auctioned myself off to the highest bidder, for whom i would write a poem. Due to my abysmal temporal and spatial awareness this resulted in me going only for twenty quid – technically. In reality it was my drunken friends driving the bidding in the room – never a good sign -and then running away when he won. I had been been sold for twenty pounds, but in reality had been cast asunder onto a zephyr for nought but a wave goodbye. I had also been made to go topless to drive up bids…

I’m still doing this ‘500 words a day / an hour of writing a day’ thing when i can, which is less and less frequently. I’ve hit about 3k words now, but got (unfairly?!) slated in class for being rambling. PFFT. I’ve started to read more Flynn O’Briein for inspiration as well as play FF8 – i’m fusing a plot between the two: an untenable position at the best of times, however I said i’d incorporate insomnia and gypsies into it.

Go download the Tom Watts show podcast on itunes to make me smile!

Check out these tracks:
Hadouken! – Lost
The Radio Dept. – Heaven’s On Fire

dems the sick CHOOOONZ. I need new skinny jeans x