Back from the grave.

Decided regrettably to start blogging again since I now have a computer where programs other than World of Warcraft run on.
I can't be fucked to post what has happened in life between this post an the one beforehand, so I'll just start from today.
First day back to college after the Christmas disappointment. I was feeling optimistic about seeing all my 'friends' again, so this wasn't too much of a drag. Snoozed on the bus - hell - the journey didn't even seem that bad. While feverishly rubbing myself to try and ward off the frostbite, and at the same time being accused of masturbating, I tilted my head down into the winter's chill and embraced the day ahead. First lesson slid by like I had never been away, apart from the constant reminders of upcoming exams, coursework deadlines etc. Neither of which I have done any work for. Second was a free which I spent in the 'company' of Big A, nervously glancing at each clock as we stroll the halls, baying for the release of an hour chime. Next comes photography where I convinced myself it was time to knuckle down, and really catch up on the work I hadn't done over Christmas. All I managed to achieve was a broken film, and a lost lens cap. I hurried downstairs like a child trying to catch Santa, and bathed in the scent of Gingergirl for a few minutes. She humped a radiator, and threw an apple about the place, it was imba. I delivered my promised skittles and left, as she had a lecture. Bore down on double English which I spent the majority of which 'cleverly' positioning my arm around my head so the lecturers couldn't see I was sleeping.
Bus home with Crazy Josh.

Men's Pants

I am getting LAZIER and LAZIER at blogging sir.

• Friday : Me + Liam + Hugo + some Germans + Vodka = Lol
• Saturday : A dirty day with Elliot King
• Sunday: A fun day riding with Tom jebbet in PZ and Todger

Oh my cunting god, bullet points, its only a matter of time before I stop blogging all together.

Pick it up man

Runter

I awake in a pool of my own sweat, and proceed to shower. Same old, same cunting old. Step onto the 988 with a grey scale look upon life. Phase in and out of consciousness in the sticky, sticky bus journey that doesn't drag out nearly enough, before stepping into the cold, but somehow unfreshening college campus. The day hits me like a train hits a kitten. I blither between lessons, with nothing of real interest actually occurring, apart from a quick beat-box session at lunch.
Roll onto the bus home, and head out for a mediocre skate. The highlight I find was bumping into Crazy Josh and his gouf in town, where I received my first hug in many days.

New week, New shoes, New face

Hello there, my face fell off.

On a more serious note, about a week ago I was prescribed a new medication for my acne, and after the use of it for a few days, my face began to literally fall off.
Irrelevantly, Hugo has moved into the abode, so gets to enjoy the constant arguing of Mother and Ape. Old Supras finally hit the bricks, so I decided to take Adios out for a spin, and a few days painful backwardness in skateboarding followed. Still not 100%, but I'll get there. College has been monstrous. I've had an exam in history, constant stream of homework in my Englishes, and even more so in Photography.
On the up side, EMA finally has shuffled itself meekly through my letterbox, so within a week I guess I should actually have my long awaited back-payment.

Fucking Lazy.

Research

Pros and Cons of having a small penis

Pros

1. Less of a target for pain.
2. Hide erections easily.
3. Can cover self with one hand while in communal shower.
4. Does not get in the way when playing sports.
5. Less likely to get your penis out while drunk, and try and windmill it.

Cons

1. Friends mocking.
2. Girl mocking.
3. Can't play fun games such as 'Soggy biscuit'.
4. Can't get groped by a stranger on the bus etc. because she will gasp with shock/horror/disgust and announce to the other passengers; "Oh god, oh my god, ROFL LMAO this kid has a tiny, tiny, tiny penis, it's like a cunting peanut."

One more advantage I would say sir.

Braindance

I shake my frail frame into existence and shower. Eat a teacake, which I notice is actually a pleasant treat for my taste-buds, as opposed to the usual cornflake horrors that welcome me in the morning. Sleepily make my way to the bus stop with Hugo and stand there, swaying, until the bus arrives. Clamber aboard, and spent the journey flittering in between reality and a dream-world. Tilt my head down, close my eyes, and charge for History, first period. I write about 6 pages before leaving the classroom, in a state which could accurately be described as shock. Willfully get right back on the 88 home, in plenty of time for my Doctors appointment, or so I thought.
A grinding hour and forty minutes later, and I am sprinting towards the Surgery, tongue lolling out my mouth like a Labrador, with the eyes of a madman. I receive nothing but a suppressed chuckle from the receptionist as I pronounce the Doctors, and finally my own name, wrong. Dr. Georgilin increases the dosage of my ineffective acne anti-biotics and tells me to 'stick in there'. I tell him, in my mind of course, to stick himself in his own cunting premature grave the poncy tosser.
Make a grueling journey back to college to arrive late to photography, which I fail to lift a muscle to do any work. Nick looks, at first I think disappointed, but then I realise it's disgust.
"Why are you so late Luke?"
"I HAD DOCTARS OR SUMINT"
Round off the day by going down to olde Falmouth town, in hope to take pictures with newly-rented-straight-out-the-cunting-cereal-packet camera, come back empty pocketed, and, unsurprisingly, praying, as I do every night, for the reaper's grasp.

InternetLife

Couple of events:

1. Internet failing to work
2. End of relationship
3. Rain so can't skate

All in all, pretty fun. I have developed a new state of mind, where I drift through the halls, in the style of a log in a stream, except this stream is made from the broken dreams and forgotten hopes of my peers.

Currently playing 'Fit but you know it', and about to chow down a Beef Dinner, from Spar.


Cunting hell