Monday, November 06, 2006
Well my day has been fun. Law assessment this morning. To be perfectly honest I know I've failed for the second time running. Rumour has it that the Dean of the college, Jay Trivedy, is looking to boot one or two more pupils out after this assessment week. Luckily he wouldn't do that to me. I'm in his good books. The most I'll get is a slapped wrist if I continue to completley destroy any vestige of good marks I may have got last year. It;s very disturbing the way in which my ability to answer test questions has seemed to have gone downhill. Give me coursework anyday. Only last week I managed to get a B- for a piece of English Literature homework. It was Shakespeare however, so that may have had something to do with it. (I'm one of the only people in the class that actually enjoys his work).
I also had English Literature and Sociology lectures today...but they went by without anything of note happening. I've introduced one of my college friends, Tompi, to the world of text based PRing. (Lord help me) This means that I will have to keep tabs on him, ensuring no little snippets of random information about yours truely end up in the wrong hands. (Namely those on the RP site...Egon for example.)
I also had to go to the DRI for an EEG brainscan today. I was wired up to a computer with over a dozen electrodes...Not the best hour of my life if truth be told. These strange fuzzy sensations in my head are probably just bouts of insanity...I could have told them that two moths ago when they started happening. The downside of this is that I now have to go and get yet another sick-note for work. Getting paid £80 a week for doing nothing is all very well for a week or two...But it's been two months now...Surely there's something not right about that...I'll end that train of thought there. I don't really want to go into details.
In any case, I wrote yet another poem yesterday whilst talking to Joe. It was only two stanzas, but I think it worked rather nicely. Strange how I sometimes find it a lot easier to tell people things in either poetry or prose, rather than through speech. No matter. I think I have another song inside me somewhere, but I find that I have to be in the exact correct mood to write such things...even if they are basically just a poem with a chorus.
Regards.
