Right, December is upon us...hurrah. I can't hardly believe that time has flown by just like that. And all I've done's moan and groan. The one good thing which came out of the month was finally getting to see Carl Cox..he was brilliant but as a result, I suffered for a week....those in the know should know what I mean,ken?
Anyhow,I finally got my ass into gear and played some basketball last night for the first time in,what, 6weeks?? No surprises then, that I'm aching all over today. I must admit though, the pain is good...not trying to get twisted on u guys or anything but the pain does make one feel alive,in spite of the inherent difficulties which come with getting out of bed in the morning....no matter, I feel alot healthier today. I've been trying to eat more lately in my perennial attempt to put on weight.It seems to be working. I wore my army trousers yesterday and in the 3+ yrs that Ive been here,I think the beer belly has definitely appeared. i had to unbutton the top button of said trousers yesterday every time I had a meal!!! It ain't fun,being fat and all....I know,I know...half u guys are saying,"Tim,shut the hell up. You're not fat!" .....oh,if u only knew the truth....hahahahahahahahaha
To end this blog off on a cynically-flavoured (albeit usual) note, I present to you a poem I wrote a couple of weeks ago when I was feeling particularly shitty.Enjoy.

Poem of the Day:

Colour Me Drunk

Paint me Green with jealousy,
As I drink till I'm Red in the Face.
Never felt this Blue before,
Never felt more out of place.

Watching you antagonise me,
Unintentionally.
I might turn Yellow with Jaundice,
Dying slowly, in my drunken bliss.

My skin so pale,
So deathly White.
My thoughts so Black,
You're beautiful and I,
I can barely tell wrong from right.

Tell me honestly,
Act like you're my friend.
Will this night ever end?

Tim'04

Ever had one of those nights when you drink a fair amount but just can't seem to get drunk? It's not that I drank that much tonight but I did have about 4 glasses of champagne and 2 glasses of gin and tonic and still felt stone cold sober..in times like that,I wish I'd just stayed with the coca-cola. Not that I'm complaining, it was very nice to drink champagne (it always is,esp when it's decent stuff as it was tonight)....just that I'm beginning to scare myself. My tolerance to booze is most definitely going up. Methinks it's about time I took a break (if just for a day or two) off the booze....sounds familiar? I know,I know, this time I'm saying this with slightly more conviction....hahahahahaha....*fingers very much crossed*

It's been a weekend of not much rest. My last ever Raisin Weekend has just passed me by. Raisin Weekend has always been such a big weekend for me here in St Andrews....this year, Neelesh and Ishwin came up from England to visit. I think I can say with a fair amount of confidence that they had themselves a good time. They'll definitely be sleeping well tonite as will I. It has been, as it always is, expensive but fun. Yesterday was my day of champagne, from 12pm onwards.....champagne was pretty much the only drink which passed through my lips....all the way till about maybe 5,6 at night....I'm all bubblied-out!! Hooray for champagne...
The various parties this year weren't too bad at all. The party at Sam and Fede's was mental with loud electro,champagne and far too many drunk first year girls doing silly things. The other parties were considerably tamer but still fun and full of banging music...
It seems to me that I have reached the stage where I have to lie down or risk passing out...as they say in Spore," Sibei Shack." Hope your days are full of laughter.byebye.

Poem of the Day:

On the Couch

We sat for hours,
On a couch.
Wine glass to wine glass,
Oh how time passed.
I drank and smoked myself to death,
As we chatted about relationships, music and love.

Red, Rose and White.
In your arms I spent a good part of the night.
Before finally passing out,
On the couch,
With you.
An hour later I awoke,
To find you'd smuggled yourself,
Into my heart.

Tim'04

To cut a long story short, the weekend just past was absolutely amazing. I am so glad that I got out of St Andrews. As much as I love it here, sometimes the place (and the people *grin*) really do my head in. And so, Sara and I drove (well,Sara drove while I played cds and fed her sweets and energy drinks) down to Manchester to stay with Ishwin. Thanks must be given to Ishwin and his lovely flatmates for their hospitality. They were brilliant. They love a drink (or two) as much as us St Andrews kids do!! I spent many hours on their couch,drinking and chatting with them about all sorts of random bullshit....and in the process,I might have found myself again..sorry for getting all obscure,cryptic,vague here....I can't quite explain it...I do know that mentally,I feel alot more refreshed and ready for life and all the shit it has to throw at me....I feel revitalised and much better than I did all of last month.
I must also mention that I did make some very good purchases down in Manchester (oooh,retail therapy....)...I got me a wicked vintage green ski jacket type thing (vanity pictures up soon!) and 2 very nice cds......thank you so much Ru for introducing me to The Postal Service. I finally bought their cd and I cannot stop listening to it...it is more or less the soundtrack to last weekend and maybe the soundtrack of my life.....maybe not,that might be taking things too far....right,have to end here...starvation is screaming into my ear.

Last weekend was utterly insane, i.e. AMAZING.
Went with my mate Alasdair to Glasgow to see Carl Cox aka world's top Techno DJ in action at The Arches..boy,I've missed that place. To cut a long story short, my time in the Arches was nothing short of spectacular. Michel de Hey, the warm up dj was pretty damn good,he played a good selection of tunes to get us in the mood (nobody was there to have a bad time really.not for 21 bloody pounds)...when the big guy himself came on,the crowd went mental....dropping aural bombs like Alter Ego's Rocker and the Slam Mix of The White Stripe's 7NationArmy really did it for me I have to say. Plus, I spent a good part of the night dancing with Becca from London, a little girl with the prettiest smile and a good sense of humour. I have to admit that her way of dancing, which seemed to go hand-in-hand with mine, was a definite factor...it isn't everyday that I meet someone so up for dancing with a complete stranger and just having the best time on the dance floor....I have to stop before my head explodes.....Vena, if you read this,come back and dance with me!! Same goes for Fiona,the one who happens to be on sporean telly an awful lot these days. I miss you girls,my dancing girls!! *grin* Apart frm the arches, the rest of my time in Glasgow was great.I got to see my "glasgow family"...folk like Innes,Max(the Captain)Leon,Michelle and loadsa other folk.....I had me a great time...kudos to Ali for dragging me along. It was most definitely one of the best nights I've had in a club....and a wicked weekend it was too...
Right now,St Andrews is doing my head in.

This photo says it all.

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Originally uploaded by buggboy.

This is Fi, my flatmate. She was drinking so fast that the photo turned out blurry. Then again,it could have been because I was tipsy myself and not holding the camera steadily. Anyhow,this is what we get up to on many a night in St Andrews. This was last weekend. Today is the start of another weekend.*grin*

I hate to be condescending but some people just aren't very smart....Bush again?!
What the hell is wrong with them (i.e. those who voted for him)???!!!
Oh well,roll on 2008.

Kerry? Bush? Let's see what we can see......in the mean time,I have to go to the library to work my ass off.