I aint dead

Alright so i hear the multitudes screaming for some more words of wisdom from the mouth of Paul. I am down in the library trying to fulfill some of my electronic obligation to all asunder as well as update shit and look up stuff. Perhaps i should not have left this old blogging til last cuz i do not want to re-hash all the stuff i already said.

I am very much relaxed at the mo, i have no essays due until week 12, i.e 4 weeks time so i am just hanging aroung doing sweet fuck all. I should really start doing something. As the the end of college gets closer i realise how little i actually have to do. I have been doing less in college as the years go by rather than more. My lectures this year are all pretty interesting but if there is no percentages going for attendance then i usually dont go. I know i am wasting a huge opportunity but i just cant motivate myself to go. There was a weekend conference on there last Saturday and Sunday on the Israeli/Palestinian thing with speakers coming from American, Israeli, and Palestinian universities as well as yerman who runs the labour party, or else the Socialist party. Did i go, hell no.

To be honest i was recovering from the lack of sleep that arose from the Post Grad Ball. I went along in all my glad-rags with my glamorous Lady and we balled the night away. Fun was had by all. The only downer was that i had to be up at eight the next morning to give a presentation at nine. Now everyone knows how much i like my sleep so that class was absolute hell. I bull-shitted a bit on Marx and Jews then for the next 2 hours tried to force my eyes to stay open and my brain to engage in reality rather than the soft world of dreams. There was only 9 of us in the class so there was no chance for a quick snooz but i have been told that my eyes were rolling around in my head. Still it was worth it, i go to rent out a spiffing tux and the bands and Dj that were there were well good, apart from the DJ's like of Nirvana, and rock music that had all the girls jumping around risking all their poor ankles, i really wonder how they do it.

Hmm i am really out of practise with this blogging malarchy, what does one write about in these things. The Students Union elections are on this week and appearantly this is the biggest turn-out of candidates in the SU history. I am someway interested in it this year, ironic since i will not be here to see any changes, because i know a lot of people running for the position. I actually went to the hustings, a platform for them to give their speil, yesterday and it was good enough. Most of it was predictable enough but there were some funny bits from the suited druggy Ra-head who kept shouting at people and eventually i cringed every thime he spoke. ANother unexpected bit was a friend of mine Sinjin, a long-haired left-wing hippy, actually convincing Chris and Liam, two right-wing disgustingly cute bigots, that he would be the best candidate. There is a reason he pretended to be Jesus in his posters.

i will leave off there but i will post again about my summer escapades, money problems and those long hairs i find on my pillows.