It's a wednesday and I have so much to do...I'm almost feeling guilty for being online right now but such is the lure of the world wide web that I feel compelled to log on to join my elecronic comrades!In spite of the fact that I seem to be suffering from "blogger's block"(i have a sneaking suspicion that I'm the first person in the world to coin this term!),I still feel the need to bore y'all with my 2pence worth of verbiage....long live the donkey!

It's the last week of skool before easter break and I am finding it increasingly hard to motivate myself.Maybe it's because I'm thinking too much about easter break(NYC,here I come!),maybe it's because one of my favourite "gal pals" in the world is here.Yes,u Sam Sculley!Maybe it's because the weather seems to finally be getting warmer.I don't know.Whatever it is,this boy needs a box on the ears in order to be kept in line...oh no,it's booze day tuesday later today!yikes,what next?..check back in a day or two to find out...

I can't wait for my easter break to land.I am getting fed up with hanging about St Andrews.It's strange but feelings of deja vu keep hitting me.Like my writing this blog for example.How very very bizarre.
It's strange but I can't seem to think of anything intelligent to write.My brain cells have suffered considerable losses this yr.I shan't elucidate,it's too tiring to even contemplate trying.I'm going to get another cup of tea.It might just do the trick. On a different note,the next few days are going to be wicked.Lena visits me tomorrow and Sam comes on saturday!Wahey!Bring on the NY folk!

Having spent the whole week recovering from the crazy bunker party,I've come to the conclusion that this old boy much prefers healthy activities like drinking juice and exercising.I've been playing squash and basketball this past week and feel much better for it.Why do I have to love partying so much?It just isn't good for the soul...then again,us feeble humans tend to like most things which are bad for us!Well,in my case at least....oh,thank god for tea.

the weather is going mental.A few days ago,it was nice and mild,the past two days,it's been freezing.It's been so cold,I can hardly feel my lips..everything is frozen.My heart,on the other hand,is just going badaboom.Too much caffeine does not a healthy boy make,I'm beginning to realize.If I actually stopped to think about the work I should be doing,I'd be up to my eyeballs in grief.But no worries,I will somehow get thru this mountain of academia,and emerge on top,with a flag in my hand.What the hell am I talkin bout?I need a reality check.I think another cuppa should do the trick.

It's been a long time since I last felt this tired.The weekend was huge.The nuclear bunker party was a success in all senses of the word.The sound system was as phat as it gets.Techno,funky house,hip hop,drum and bass were served up by some very suitable djs..my mates!It was a huge party for the people of st andrews and I think it's going to take me the rest of this week to recover...also,the intense bball I played last night has made me feel legless all day....I need more sleep.....zzzzzzzzzz

I reckon this is the first time I've ever read an entire book for an assignment..it took me 4 days but it's been good,I now know more about Morocco than I ever did before!Wahey!Tomorrow I start(and hopefully end) my book review,then it's off the the bunker party!Yes,for those who don't know,the bunker party is one of the highlights of the partying calendar in st andrews..we'll be partying 150 ft underground in a nuclear bunker..yep,a proper one.It is going to be mental...techno,house,hip hop and drum and bass,all in one night!!Nice wan!I shall report back post-bunker if I'm physically able to.Till then,sleep warm my lovelies...

Have I ever mentioned that in my "sex and gender" class,out of a class of 66 people,I am one of 4 boys there?It is filled with women!......it is astounding.And this blog is going nowhere but downhill so I best end here.

Poem of the Day:

Karl Marx

White,
Snow-covered scenery,
God poured white paint overnight,
Such a soothing sight,
For this hungover,
Painted finger-nail lover.

Tim'04