kinki indie

oh god, i just had a real blonde moment there. advantage of being blonde – you can look shocked, put your head in your hands, giggle and get away with it. i just came to check my e-mail and the computer room’s chokka block so i went to a computer that had crashed and pressed the ‘restart’ button. nothing seemed to be working, so i pressed the power switch a couple of times, then left it. still nothing, so after a few minutes i pressed the restart button again, only to hear a deep sigh to the right of me. turns out i’d been pressing the button the on the wrong cpu – they have their own little space under the table so it’s hard to tell who has which. “oooh, i’m sorry!” i bleated. i got away with it though. if i’d have been a bloke i’d have got a smack in the mouth.

i’m loving uni at the moment. the hours compared to last term have been slashed by about half, so i went to my 10:15 lecture, planned on doing some work but ended up messing about, going to sleep, watching children’s telly (boobahs and little planet are my favourites) and then lazily making the trip to my 5:15 lecture, which is surely the most evilest time for a lecture ever. yes it is.

as an absolute minimum amount of work was done today, i decided that we ought to go out tonight, with it being such a lovely day and all. i’ve managed to convince about four people to come along. although we’re going to toffs and we’ll have to stay in the hideous cheese and r’n’b section, and i’ll be giving longing looks to the kinki indie room next door. why must everyone in my house be so averse to indie? i have to either stand in there on my own like a tit or drag the rest of them in there and put up with their pained expressions and longing looks towards the cheese and r’n’b. sigh.

i need to have a bit of fun though. i had two philosophy (elective) lectures today and they were so depressing – they’re about the relation between the body and mind, and i have to put up with descartes saying that in order to find unquestionable truths we must first deny the existence of the material world. he has the nerve to say that the laptop i bought by working in the hellhole that was my dad’s company all summer now actually doesn’t exist. the cheeky git! all i have to say to him is:

‘we are living in a material world and i am a material girl’