Pigeon Stealage

Well well well.

Fancy seeing YOU here. Or actually me, being that I haven't blogg-ed since October, and that, my friends, was a long LONG time ago. I have no good excuse for this non blogging malarky. It boils down to one simple thing: laziness. For although I spend copious amounts of time staring blankly at the screen, playing solitaire, or watching badly pirated movies, I have not quite been able to get into the whole blogging thing again. Which is a shame, as, at one point in my life, anyway, I used to like the ol' blog, and its self-indulgent nature. I COULD tell you that my reason for ignoring my trusted readership (and by that, I mean no one) is that I have been so busy with my work that I just haven't had the time. This would not be true. I could say that I have been cultivating my romance with a certain forklift truck driver with a shaved head, and this is the sole reason for my desertion. But this would only be partly true. The whole fact of the matter is that I am just so lazy that you could call it a disease, an affliction of the nature. I am so lazy that it hurts.

But this is by the by.

Instead of making excuses, I should be getting on with telling all of my fans (ie. me) about all the fascinating things that have been going on in my life.

Well.

To start with, I spend most of my evenings in my pyjamas watching rubbish television with my equally lazy flatmates. Considering I am a uni student, you would expect me to be spending every night out in the town, getting lashed and feeling guilty about one night stands. But no. Instead, I watch Hollyoaks, and eat variations of potato. Sometimes, I push the boat out, and eat some chicken too, whilst watching Torchwood. But this is only special occasions, of course. At the weekend, I shocked myself by physically buying a bunch of bananas. Time will tell as to whether they shall be consumed.

The amount of work that I produce is minimal. I barely do the reading that I need to, and even when I do, it is highly unlikely that I will understand any of it. My essays are of an average standard, and although I am not failing, I could be doing better. I am only interested by half the books we study. Maybe less. I am also very much less intelligent than the people here, and I have decided that this is not allowed, and I will not have it. I am inclined to kill people now.

At the weekend, I do nothing except watch television with the lazy boyfriend. He has now been the blight of my life for six odd months, which is quite impressive, as I am easily annoyed. And annoying, in equal measures. I am never exactly sure what to say about Jon. It's all rather confusing for me, and I quite often find myself at a loss for words. Suffice to say, I haven't, as of yet, run off with a Byron type from my seminar group, so let's just say that all is well on the Eastern front. Whatever that might mean. On the other hand, he took me out for a meal on Friday, which was both nice and also shocking.

In these last few months, I have travelled the world, traipsing across its wonders. For example, I have been to Scotland, and also to Bristol. Actually, that's it.

This is all I have to say on the matter of my life. I might post again tomorrow. But then again, I might post again in thirty years. That's the joy of it. No one knows.