Up on melancholy hill,
There's a plastic tree,
Are you here with me?
Just looking out on the day of another dream ..
Hello, how are you on this goodest of thursdays?
Uni work over christmas should be illegal. Granted, I'm not in the same position as other people who have January exams on top of essays and stuff, but seriously, it's still balls. The really annoying thing is comparing how fastidious I was at uni to how I am now. My good buddy Alex came round the other day to do some work. We averaged 40 words an hour. I used to work a lot and get stuff done, but now that the work output's lost its momentum, all I really want to do is put a bullet in its head because its broken its leg.
I think the second part of that sentence could be a decent rap lyric. Any young, black, fledgling rappers who might be reading, feel free to use that one. Just credit me on the back of the CD. Motherfucker.
I've gotten lazy on all fronts recently. Well, I was already lazy, so I don't know what that means I've become. I blame Leeds for this feeling of waking up post 10.30 am and not feeling like doing squat all day. I keep telling myself that these essays aren't gonna write themselves, but damn, you try writing 2000 words in German about the link between the German student movement and black power in America. Not gonna happen.
That said, home is forcing me to live with some semblance of reality, namely eating well and not taking the occasional piss in the sink because it's the closest thing with a drain.
