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 Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Light My Fire

I go out with a Cheerleader, can you believe it?

 Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Slide Away

I've been playing with the template for this site, which is pretty cool i guess if you've heard of css, but once more i had a vision, spent too long with implementation and searching for perfection, and ended up with something i'm not too keen on. But oh well, i can't be arsed to do anymore to it so this is it for now.

It's really been an excuse to not do work i guess. I'm slipping into that comfort zone, where you're comfortable not doing any work. You can tell yourself it's not that important or that you can catch up some other day. I'm not feeling too sharp today either so, to me, that's another valid excuse.

I watched the very last GamesMaster episode today, and want to see them all again! Unfortunately they seem pretty rare and there looks like there are a lot of other people in my situation ='( How can such a greatly loved show by so many people just disappear like that? It's a crime!

Anyway, I need to get going really. I need to post a letter to a man with reguards to obtaining a license from the Premier League so i can use player names, team names and fixture listings in my Final Year Project. Plus some men are fixing my leaky roof with very loud banging which i could do without.

 Monday, November 28, 2005

Hello World

Hello!

Just thought i'd get this blog up and going. I signed up for this account at least a year ago i think, may as well make use of it.

I don't know how often this is going to get updated, but we'll just play it by ear for the time being and see what happens. I've litrally lost count of the blog type sites i've created only for them to die when i can't be arsed to add the content.

Here's some moody 'creative' writing to kick off with:

Sense

the skies twist and turn
trying to enter the people
normality continues in vain
all usual helpings please


the surroundings taunt us
freedom restrictions in force
waves ripple through targets
our fear lurks outside


loss of normailty bears down
circles in the sky
all senses removable
the light continues to grow


the air strokes the ears
electrical surges spark
ideas form our realisation
thank you my saviour