Oh noes...

The day before yesterday (Tuesday..) i had two 'AS Level' Psychology exams ...

These weren't as bad as i thought they'd be, actually (in saying this, the usual outcome is a grade far worse than usually predicted. 'Sod's law', i think it's called)

One think i do remember, when writing a commentary on a particular study (Solomon Asch, conformity), i started to drift into strange 'N3TA' speak, and had to cross out sentences that would make absolutley no sense to an examiner (or make the examiner feel extremley sorry for me, due to lunacy). Some of these were subconcious omissions of quite important grammatical characters (which, in all fairness, were just normal mistakes, but for the sake of the blog entry....), and others were the more contrived substitutions and swappings of letters in words, which on the internet, would result in hilarious comic effect, but to an examiner, probably just a load of red pen and a sick, beaming smile to their podgy faces as they scrub at the paper, desecrating my poor grades.
Common sense got the better of me, and the errors were changed, which is a good thing.
One thing i did leave in was that the study was 'glaringly obvious' (fact!)

On a rather different note, i went out last night, which resulted in me getting a 'boost' (via a hand) on to the top of a bus shelter, as a result of one of the 'party' losing a foam ball on top of it, and not bearing to part with it (and being too lazy/fat (combo) to climb it themselves).
My stomach churned when five minutes later, some other twat just threw the ball away, in a brazen fashion, which caused me to say 'BASSTAARDDD!', inside.

I am off. More revision needed...

Goodbye
and that

Nightey Night

After long deliberation, i had made what is possibly the most daft decision ever.
I decided that going to a job interview would be far less fun than getting 'wasted', so cancelled it!

To say that (with my newfound 'gold pass' to tosserdom) i got a bit decadent could be the understatement of all eternity...

Testament to the level of my godawful intoxication came from the fact that, out of the blue, i found myself standing (and, i daresay, trying to dance) on the pole in the middle of the bar that we were visiting.
Further proof that my 'executive decision making' skills weren't quite fine-tuned was highlighted by the fact that, after dawning on me that i'd been standing there for a good few minutes (demolishing whatever 'street cred' i had left by becoming the epitaph of 'white boy' dancing ), it took me a further two minutes to actually get down....
One small thing made me 'do a smile' when i thought about it afterwards:
Throughout all of the 'pole incident' i had managed to take a full glass of JD and Coke up there with me, drink half of it, and get back down, all without spilling a drop! (Or at least, without spilling an amount that somebody in such a state would notice).

The rest of the night was fittingly 'cool', with the usual 'things' occuring, including what can best be described as a 'stare out' between me and two sportswear-clad gentlemen who thought that making constant eye contact with me would somehow result in me speaking to them (or something). This was, with hindsight, quite scary, as i was probably in for one of two things:
1) A fight (which i'd like to thing i'd have one. (honestly, i could have!))
2) A right bumming (which i don't think i'd have 'won'...)

Anyway, exams etc. approaching, so i must vacate the realms of 'blogger' for a few days, and reviiiiseeeee!

Ebeneezer Bad....

Dilemma, it seems...

Since the last bloggings, I have been upto numerous 'things' (yes, yes, raaapeee!), but most of them aren't really worth talking about (due to trial pending... (no, i am not a sex offender, it's just really boring stuff that you honestly wouldn't bother reading)).

As a nice break to the hard, monotonous day, and also as a celebration of completing 18 arbitary units of measurement on the planet, I will be accompanying a few friends out on a 'social gathering' ('pissup, coupled with sexist jeers and wanton substance abuse-athon').
At this point, I introduce the 'spanner' to the hypothetical 'cogs'... That is:
employment

For a moment there, you thought i worked! No! I'm not that daft. I am however, one step below that level of farcity, and have agreed, after a long period of unemployment on medical grounds ('lazy bastard syndrome'), to attend an interview, the morning after the said booze fuelled adventure.

This is slightly rubbish really, as it means that I have to make one of two possible decisions:

1) Cut short the inebriation session, and leave early, dissappointing peers (and myself, for 'faggoting' out). This also resulsts in me getting less wasted than acceptable, on the "Jones' Scale of Intoxication", which simply will not do....

2) Going ahead with the originally forecasted cocktail of alcohol and MDMA. Have a 'hell' of a time, and most probably scare the interviewer into giving me a position, due to my (seemingly) caffeine fuelled enthusiasm, or get her calling security, due to my unorthodox fowardness....

Either way, one choice must be made, and i shudder to think of the consequences of any indecisiveness on my part.....

Ciao!
(Popular ending, with a quirky foreign language excerpt, from a language that i know no more of than the copy/pasted word above)