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.