Right, ahaha. Pre-study blog write up. It's pretty hard to put down this veggie sausage, though (ooer); capital snack plan, cooking more than necessary for dinner. Fabulous accidental forward thinking there, Watson.
Anyway, just having a coffee to get myself in the working mood, then plan to sit for a bit and do some note-taking before tomorrow's lecture. Well, okay, there are two of them. More seminar-y actually, which is worse, because it more often than not requires student participation. So no glazed look while the lecturer drones on, suddenly it's 'discussion time' with regards to some topic like the introduction of peppers to Roman society. And it can actually induce sweaty palms.
See, lacking in coherence = major need for a caffeine fix. Oh, the justifications from procrastination. Seriously, that should be the tagline for my life. Maybe not a movie that distributors would want to pick up on, though...
Went along to a psychology experiment this afternoon, which, yet again, surprised me with it's weirdness. They somehow have this entirely undesirable effect on you, making you feel as dumb as a six year old, when all you're actually doing is pressing one out of two buttons. Remarkable. In a nutshell, this particular experiment consisted of two pictures, that were flashed in front of my eyes (one test picture, followed by a neutral picture), and I had to indicate the emotion of the person, the age, or the direction of their gaze. Which sounds simple enough, but when the face is flashed up for 1/4 of a second, and repeated, oh I don't know, a gazzilion times, your eyes start to get a little bored. In fact, mine kind of wanted to walk out of the room, leaving my mind stupidly singing and doing mental back flips. Yeah, did I mention that my concentration isn't exactly razor sharp?
But I won't complain, not when I'm handed £5. For sitting in front of a computer.
I've just thought, I forgot to go into main campus to pick up a paper - the latest edition of the campus paper is out, and my article should be in there. If it is, I'll be mortified and ridiculed by my housemates for being a witless, talentless hack, and if it's not, then that's what the editors of the paper think.
Myself and Pip went to the cinema on campus last night to watch Public Enemies. I will not go into the story on here, as my brain is finding it difficult to focus on intelligent conversation and, you know, words (the reaction that I get when a Shakira music video comes on), but let me just tell you that it was one giant snoozefest. If yawning a dozen times in the space of 5 minutes isn't indicative enough, then I shall inform you that I started fidgeting and looking at my watch after the first scene. Johnny, you're a legend, and Christian Bale, I will forever love you, but guys... what the hell? Not even they could save me from the great yawning chasm of boredom, and I will know from this day forward, that any 1930s based American movie is a big mistake.
Right, I don't think I can justify any further ramblings directed at you lovely chaps, although I would most definitely like to. Come to think of it, it is getting kind of late... And I don't work too well at night... Urgh, fine, just a little bit. And then I'm going to spite you, damn conscience, and watch some trashy drama. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Polybius.
