circular room, where keys getting jangled in front of your head sounds like the distant twinkling of keys, err somewhere else

10th March 2005

Hello there, I am in the middle of the best four week period of this year. I am up to my eye balls in uni, money (or the lack of it) trouble, my laptop has sadly departed company (and I might have to actually talk to my flatmate to say that I can no longer use the net in the flat), eye ball solution and general rubbishness.

I am in my final year at university, it's going ok, if your definition of ok is being rodgered against your will, deprived of your sleep and food. I'm on kalms, so I'm ok(don't care).

I'm worried that the Kalms might make me too complacent, i.e. before, I would be so anxious that I wouldn't sleep all night(or have really annoying dreams if I did) but now I look up at the clock, 5am (last night) and think, whatever, (whilst playing meglomania on my atari st emulator on my laptop last night (ok it can't connect to the net but the ste is chugging away and very addictive if I do say so myself, actually might pop home for a game!! now I mention it)

i also listened to a maroon 5 song about 30 time while I was playing minesweeper, (I am really good at minesweeper, and the numbers game on countdown, well the easy ones) and it occurred to me that I was singing a crowded house song, try this out, during the start of the chorus of "she will be loved" start singing "Whenever I fallllllllll aaaaaaaaaattttttttttttt youuuuuuuuuuuuuuur feeeeeeeeeeeeeeet"

I couldn't get it out of my head, heh heh, I think I will mix them, but play more of the "Mighty House" (I mean crowded house there, not slap banging beats yip yip)

I would like to add that I am not a huge Maroon 5 or whatever the band/guy is called, but I think his voice is strange and difficult not to listen to, well in the song I mentioned anyway.

so completly changing subject again

here I am, in the circular building at the university, named "the reading room" and was "a gift to the University in 1939, from HM's government" I remember when it wasn't completly full of computers, or maybe none, but now it is a sea of monitors with the light sound of typing reverberating across the space like light waves in a calm ocean at night, when every little disturbance is accentuated by the moon's reflection, as she slides across it's surface, like a brokenheart, indifferent to the fact that she will soon be part of this vast ocean, since nothing matters anymore, not after she lost the one person she thought would (then someone ruins it by their phone ringing CORRECTION! then some one's friend ruins it by calling them, or them because they didn't put the silent on, ok I'll stop now,

I would like to add that I don't take drugs, so that last paragraph is actually just my sober thoughts. Should I become a writer or keep my thoughts to myself? or both!!

I might go for a ciggarrete but the only interesting thing in "eye shot", is the plaque explaining the story of why this building is here, and I read that already.