Montag, Oktober 10, 2005
"And in my dreams you're alive and you're crying" - NMH
It is late again, and I have a tutorial in horrible logics tomorrow morning at 10.00. Sitting on my small, messy desk with a small lamp (it does actually look a bit like the academic workaholic scenario I had imagined at some point) listening to Neutral Milk Hotel over and over again. I tried to do the logic exercises, but it seems my logic diagrams are more creative than correct. So now I am sitting here again late one night, wondering whether I should catch up on the people around me who got reasonably drunk with some of the Baileys I have left or whether I should rather try to write up my philosophy notes neatly so I have some clue tomorrow...
Last night was the big Charity Opening Ball. Apparently some 1550 people went there. It started off with going there in a group, then losing one another and finding one another again one by one eventually. It ended up in one huge mess, how glad I am to have left early. 27 Pounds for a little bit of live music, a little bit of Ceilith, and a lot of drunken people puking all over the place and expensive drinks at the bar. And bad music to dance to. A nice occasion to wear a fancy suit and to mingle with other fancy looking people, all as superficial as I haven't seen for a looooong time. At least we got a breakfast bag at the end of the night to take home. Sponsored by some clothing store that doesn't even have an office anywhere near here, with a croissant, a chocolate croissant, an evil-looking apple, a bottle of water and a condom. And apparently much less than 1550 bags. How glad I am to have avoided drunk fancy-looking people fighting over breakfast bags as reportedly happened later by leaving early.
It was after all better than I am making it now and I am glad to have gone, and I am happy on the picture ;) . But I doubt that I would pay 27 Pounds again for something like this in the very near future. But at least I got fancy pictures of myself ;) .
But now I better really do write up my philosophy notes. The Baileys I'll keep for this situation the next time around, it shan't be long till then... And then I'll hopefully have something more creative and exciting to write about than me and my weekend...
Current Music: Neutral Milk Hotel - The King of the Carrot Flowers Pt. 1
PS: Why did the fish blush? Because the seaweed.
-And your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try-
And dad would dream of all the different ways to die
Each one a little more than he could dare to try-
Last night was the big Charity Opening Ball. Apparently some 1550 people went there. It started off with going there in a group, then losing one another and finding one another again one by one eventually. It ended up in one huge mess, how glad I am to have left early. 27 Pounds for a little bit of live music, a little bit of Ceilith, and a lot of drunken people puking all over the place and expensive drinks at the bar. And bad music to dance to. A nice occasion to wear a fancy suit and to mingle with other fancy looking people, all as superficial as I haven't seen for a looooong time. At least we got a breakfast bag at the end of the night to take home. Sponsored by some clothing store that doesn't even have an office anywhere near here, with a croissant, a chocolate croissant, an evil-looking apple, a bottle of water and a condom. And apparently much less than 1550 bags. How glad I am to have avoided drunk fancy-looking people fighting over breakfast bags as reportedly happened later by leaving early.
It was after all better than I am making it now and I am glad to have gone, and I am happy on the picture ;) . But I doubt that I would pay 27 Pounds again for something like this in the very near future. But at least I got fancy pictures of myself ;) .
-When you were young
You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet-
That's what we did today, building towers, or rather, sandcastles. There was supposed to be a sandcastle competition, organised by the S.A.U.T.C.W.A.S. (The St. Andrews University Tunnock's Caramel Wavers Appreciation Society mentioned a few posts earlier), just that nobody from the society showed up to actually hold the competition. We built our creation anyways, competing against one other team that had showed up and was just as confused. Well, their castle was probably more like a classical sandcastle, but nothing could beat the sense of art in our creation! The picture shows the marvellous creation "Scottish Figure Garden", with a four-sided pyramid, a square, a dome, an inverted cone and an authentic Scottish Figure. All enclosed by walls. Represening birth, apparently, somehow. And all in less than an hour.You were the king of carrot flowers
And how you built a tower tumbling through the trees
In holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet-
But now I better really do write up my philosophy notes. The Baileys I'll keep for this situation the next time around, it shan't be long till then... And then I'll hopefully have something more creative and exciting to write about than me and my weekend...
Current Music: Neutral Milk Hotel - The King of the Carrot Flowers Pt. 1
PS: Why did the fish blush? Because the seaweed.
# posted by derniko : 01:26
