In sitting alone in my gran’s kitchen, when everyone else is together doing something, social blogging.
Right next to each other, in the same room, yet me, my brother & my sister insist on commenting on a status on Facebook as a way of conversing rather than actually talking.
The internet has created a weird way of being.
- I hardly ever remember my dreams.
- I boycott Apple products because I have an intense dislike for how they do business [basically: they do as much as possible to limit consumer choice - proprietary, lawsuits .etc].
- I’m rubbish at organising social events.
- I had a brief stint in a band with some friends, but we failed so badly. I can still play Daytripper & Books From Boxes on my blood red Stratocaster though.
- I’m fiercely proud of being a northerner.
Been out in a long time, but after a web programming hand in, I thought I deserved a night off - massive pizza, cheesecake, The Hour & cider - which turned out to be stronger than I expected [7.5%], so thought I might as well continue when my flatmate knocked on my door.
I’ve never been on a compsci social before, & it was quite a bit quieter than I’m used to, but since I haven’t been out in seven weeks due to assignments, it was good to have a bit of a night out regardless. Talked to my tutor from last year quite a bit, played pool with some people I didn’t know & gave some impressions - usually he’s got a weird name, but at least it keeps me in memory.
I want to go for a cycle, but my better judegement [how old does that make me sound?] is counting against it because I’ve drank too much. Instead, I’m listening to The Proclaimers & wondering if they’re sold out for tomorrow at the Union. My mum loves them, she suggested that I should go to see them, & they have rubbed off quite a lot on me. Tempted.