Sunday bloody Sunday

It's the thirteenth of December, so twelve days until Christmas. Niceeeee. Essay's duly been handed in, almost exactly on the point of the deadline. Blood, sweat and tears have been sacrificed for that. Ah well, all done. Well, not quite. Got a snippet of a French essay in for Friday - 1200 words. Can bash that out in a couple of hours, yeah.

I raced yesterday in Kingsbury, up in the parts that are more justifiably called "North West London". I tell people I live in North West London though the only thing northwestern about it is the postcode. I try to look cool. Anyhow, race. Not having run at all during the week, I tried my hand. I wouldn't say that I failed, but I did a bit poor. Highgate won, but because good runners turned up, I lost. Damn. And Spurs lost at home to fucking Wolverhampton, the city that doesn't really exist because nobody's heard of it. Hmph.

It's party time though, and one of my friends is having a birthday meal. £15, not so bad. Oh wait, it's £25. Better take £50 just in case. :/ College Winter Ball this week and other stuff, let's see how that goes. Au rev.

Four Days Later

Only four days pass and I blog again! What's this? Ah well, nice and easy procrastination from the essay. Over halfway through it, and I'm still hearing of people handing it in days ago. Doesn't matter though. I'll get there.

Last night I relocated a game from the days of yore: Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis. Go on, laugh. But it is in no uncertain terms the best game that I have ever played on a computer. I've almost completed it in every method possible already. I wish that there were things about that game that I haven't yet seen. But there aren't. The usuals also came: the first two Monkey Island games, Loom, the Last Crusade, Day of the Tentacle, et cetera.

A spaceman came travelling, down from afar; twas light years of time since his mission did start. Lovely song. Gets me kinda emotional. Even though I fluctuate frequently between agnosticism and anglicanism, I'm not going to wait to wish peace and goodwill to all men this festive season. That song and A Winter's Tale by David Essex. Ahhh..

Some of the water piping's leaking in our house, and the plumber doesn't turn up until the third time of asking. Bad service already, and now I'm getting conflicting information about where the stopcock is, or even if one exists. Landlord says it does, caretaker says it doesn't. To be honest, I'd rather leave the problem in place if it meant I got a bit of peace and quiet. Landlord rang me three times this morning before I was out of bed.

Back to the essay.

Winterstuff

Yeah the blogging's been sporadic lately. It's the 7th of December and the post before this was on the 31st of October. Oops. I've got Chrome now so I use IE for blogging. Handy really having two browsers.

Christmas is coming. I have my lovely usual Mars calendar, which I am never switching from as long as I live. The spirit's there, mainly in anticipation of all the food. I am such a material twat. Hopefully Spurs can stop squandering two goal leads and actually score penalties. No. I want to see my Mumsie and get some TLC and offer my own should it be needed. Not long to go now.

The house is in a bit of a shit state to be honest. I can never be arsed to vacuum any more, the kitchen gets crumbs everywhere, though my room beats all of my housemates' rooms to the ground, with all of my posters. I've started calling them "the fam", even though they're not family. I was inspired to do this after reading a threatening Facebook post made by some peculiar young fellow wearing a white tracksuit and holding his crotch in his profile picture. It addressed the threatened person as "fam" every five or six words, which was funny. So, having sensed the removed connotations of this word, my housemates are now "the fam".

I've got a big old Spanish film essay to do. I've written two sentences and it's in for the end of the week. Whoops, there went the weekend. It'll be done though. It always is. Winter Ball to look forward to, and since my drinking has become slightly more occasional, I've decided to have this one as the last big session before Christmas. It'll be good. I also want to look round town more, but the essay looms and it's almost prohibitively cold outside. Maida Vale, Edgware Road, Bethnal Green and Covent Garden are at the top of the agenda. Probably leave it until January to be honest.

The races have been coming thick and fast. I have counted ten at least since the end of September, which is an achievement. The college league races are going pleasantly well. I've finished 16th, 15th, 10th and 9th in the first four respective races, and am currently fourth in the individual league. Met League is going almost as well, coming in 39th and 49th in fields ov over three hundred isn't bad! Plus I love the day out. Next week is the North of the Thames at Kingsbury. Again, the essay....

I want to round off the post in honour of Naomi, who's been a rock for me these past few weeks. xxxxxxxxxx