July 06, 2005

This Is A Subliminal Message

The guilt! It sits on me! I have neglected my blog, through what I have done and what I have failed to do!

I'm busy. I've been damn busy a while now. I am a grown up with a grown-up's job earning a (meagre) grown-up's salary and enjoying a hideous routine that involves being alert and perky and cheerful and at my desk at an ungodly hour of the morning.

I also received my exam results. I got 68% overall. A 2.1. While I should have been happy, I wasn't. 2% off a 1.1 is just a little too close for me. I was disappointed. NO MORE OPPORTUNITIES! I shouted. I AM AVERAGE! I mourned. As though it all depended on an extra 2%!

Anyway, I received a sharpish phonecall (and this is the point where I brag) inviting me to lunch with the head of the philosophy department. When I turned up, there were four others there. I was informed that I had received a record 90% (NINETY PER CENT! IT'S UNHEARD OF!) in my thesis and, along with the others, had been selected as having exceptional promise. We were wined and dined and invited to begin postgraduate study with the department. I'm bowled over by the whole affair. I still plan to work for this year, but I will be putting together a research masters proposal with a view to a phd. Yes. Oh yes I will...Yes. YES.

I am currently working on my second degree, known as the B Phil., which takes its form in one thesis of a Christian philosophy nature. If I get a 1.1 in this, I will be royally satisfied.

Very exciting altogether.

I have done a whole heap of crap since my last visit. Is it interesting to you? Undoubtedly not. WELL SUCK IT UP.

REM. They were crap. Moby was alright. War of the Worlds is a king amongst movies. Batman, on the other hand, can lick my boots. FOOTBALL. Now this is something I am currently enjoying. I have been "playing" it on Sunday afternoons recently. Apart from the mishap this weekend where Charlie landed on me full force and bruised my entire right side and upper right arm, it has been funtastic. I am still plastered in Deep Heat and munching Ibuprofen like there's no tomorrow, but you can bet your bottom dollar that I'll be on that pitch again on Sunday.

My young and sexy husband (who, might I add, left my room filled with flowers yesterday) has gone to Ukraine to eat pea soup and fix toasters. No he's not doing that. It's for work. Something to do with communism. Or something. Anyway, he will not be in my bed for over two weeks. Bah. Worse than that, he took the car with him. I have been forced to construct a crude vehicle from an old boat, some cardboard wheels and a lot of wishing.

I just saw an ad on the tv for an air freshener FOR YOUR DISHWASHER. I consulted my old friend google and indeed it would seem that this is not a rare thing. Why is it not rare? What kind of person puts an air freshener in the dishwasher? What next? Bicycles for monkeys?

neuro-praxis -- Not Worth Your Money

Posted by neuro-praxis on July 6, 2005 09:48 PM, in the category