It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen

Ah, back to good old’ text based blogging. My day started like any other day, unrefreshed and late thanks to oversleeping. I had to be in at 9am, I woke up into this world at 8:30am, I ate my cereal of some variety of the Weetabix brand, but not necessarily Weetabix itself. With each mouthful, I thought “I’ll just eat this, dress and go straight there so I can be on time. Wear a hat if need be.” I didn’t even believe myself and shortly jumped in the shower.

The time was around 9am when I arrived at my usual parking area, the lanes alongside the Singleton Park, it’s free and I don’t having to pay creepy men who spend their days sitting inside of a shed £2 to claim to watch my car. I turned the corner after my quick drive through the lane I love, only to behold the monstrosities of yellow lines that had been placed upon my blessed roads. Both sides blocking my parking using my fear of damages in cash, monies against me.

Double yellow, residential parking, double yellow, residential parking, all I saw, all I’ll see in my nightmares.

Yeah, suffice to say… I parked in the residential parking. Walking in late on a lecture blows, walking in on a Whyley lecture, is something else. His eyes and ears haunt and stare at every footstep, every creak in the old wooden floorboard underfoot exacerbated by a cheap pair of converse bought from Matalan moons ago.

German man said something, drew something, meant something, what that something was…

After that was a lunch break; a lunch break where I had a delicious plate of sausage, beans and chips. The specialty of the canteen, followed by eating another plate of sausage, beans and chips belonged to Matt who was clearly not man enough to enjoy the feast placed before him. I felt little shame in eating his meal for him.

At 1pm I sat through another lecture from the man that may look like a nice guy, but his tone of voice and his attitude carry a far darker description of himself. He is actually evil in all fairness, he put up emails and questions from students in our class asking for help on the projector and proceeded to mock their misfortune. I was not in the aforementioned lecture, I did not email for help, but I had my own revenge today by watching Top Gear on Dave, via TvCatchup, beautifully displayed on Matt’s Mac.

Returning home, I watched Heroes, I’ve forgotten the majority of it, and I want Sylar to gtfo. The writing has become a joke, I’d write a few examples, but I’m fearful of spoiling anything even things as far back as previous seasons. I don’t want to sympathise with him, I want to fucking fear him. If I know he’s got childhood traumas, he comes at me, I yell “Your dad hates you!” and bam, he’s on the floor crying like a shitburger.

Chuck on the other hand, cracking, small show, small budget big… Uh, can’t think of anything to match what would have been a good sentence. But it is a fun show, no doubts about that and I will buy a Subway to watch the finale next week even though being in the UK mean it will have no effect. Subway has been sponsoring Chuck for a while and have had some dam awesome product placement. I think the finale is called “Chuck vs. The Subway” (All episodes follow the naming scheme of “Chuck Vs. …”)

Soon thereafter I bought a domain for this blog and future projects that I haven’t most defiantly have thought of.

I’ve now got exactly two grand in the bank, thanks to my student loan, so I’ve been thinking about changing my car come September. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to lose Tito, all jokes aside, that car means to the world to me. It’s got everything I want in a car, stunning sounds (Engine and speaker system alike), looks (Yeah, I can and can’t explain it.) and performance, hard to believe it’s a 1 Litre Mirca, I wouldn’t dare say more on the topic especially after showing all my family this page only hours ago so I’ll leave it there. The only thing wrong is every bugger near me keeps trying to nick it, oh and it doesn’t have cup holders… LIFE!

Coursework tomorrow, may the gods allow me to finish as much I can.

It’s beer o’clock, and I’m buying.

Okay, so today I’ve done nothing but watch Battlestar Galactica (some more) and coursework. Okay I went for a haircut, played with my niece and watched Memento for the first time (The title is a quote from the film), but mainly I did nothing.

I’ve had the sides and back shaved off to the same length I shave it all down to last month so it’s pretty cool to see how much my hair has grown, the haircut itself isn’t, but the growth is and that’s practically the same… Right? My hair has always been thick and grown back fast which I do love about it as I can mess about with different hairstyles as old photo’s will prove. I might class myself as a Hero, I might not be able to take on Sylar, but I reckon I take on Ando.

I need to work my ass off from now on, I’ve known all day I should have been working, but I kept putting it off. My socks must be pulled up, I must not fail.

But if I do, yeah, life will be yelled, perhaps breaking all Miles volume records set.

Save the cheerleader…

… Save the world
I just finished watching the bonus scenes from Heroes Season 2 that would have been used in Volume 3 if it wasn’t for the writers’ strike, Heroes season 2 would have been so good. At the same time I’ve been doing some coursework, a bit of maths, can’t complain seeing as it has real maths like algebra in it instead of the usual pseudo maths.

After I university today, I went for a drive, don’t know why, Snow Patrol came on and I was overwhelmed. Drove down to Broughton bay, back home, drove past Yeates, took him to college and hung out for a while in the sun so I’ve had an excellent day. I’ll be going down to the beach again tomorrow with some friends as I only have one pointless lecture first thing in the morning. Still not sure on use of names in ‘personal’ blog, but I was pretty gutted that one of my friends said no to joining us on our trip tomorrow, kind of afraid that she’s feeling neglected as she can’t get to hang out with us much or thinks that we’re choosing not to hang out with her. Probably being paranoid.

LIKE AN ANDROID!

Androids…

Andrew is back this Saturday, I know he’d wouldn’t mind his name being mentioned (It’s not like even dozen people read this anyway).