bash ‘ere

just watched the ‘micheal jackson – the footage you were never meant to see.’ it was funny. not so much for the footage but for the atrocious background music and ‘meaningful strolls through neverland’ shots by a bloke i’d never seen before. and it’s funny to see bashir bashed.

goes to show – the one lecture i bother dragging myself back out of bed for (at 3:15) – i was going to go back to sleep, but oh no, ‘swotty’ sock overcame ‘lazy’ sock and dragged me, kicking and screaming… …to an empty lecture room.

in my long absence, i didn’t know the lectures had actually finished for the term.

so i had to uneasily hang around with a load of socialists i didn’t know. they’d spotted my ‘don’t attack iraq’ badge and dragged me off to ‘sit in the sun’ while they talked about how their parents bought them peace flags in rome *pales*. my parents bring me back toblerones from france.

i managed to make my excuses and scurry off – as much as they were very lovely, if they’d found out i was a liberal democrat they would’ve thrown me into the york university lake. plus my arm was hurting from desperately trying to cover up the ‘gap’ label on my bag and the apple ibook inside. what a commercial whore.