The art of not doing much

This is the first time I am using my blog for the purpose it was made...procrastination. I really can't be arsed to revise for my sustainable practice exam a week on Tuesday, so instead I have decided to play around on here!
I've cunningly decided that it's easier to revise during the day because it feels less like its encroaching upon my time, seeing as I'd usually be in a lecture of some sort.
The problem is it's also the holidays, so my brain thinks it deserves a break, and therefore refuses to focus on anything work related. Couple that with the sudden boom in hype for Assassin's Creed II, and you have a recipe for disaster.
Good grief, even now I'm procrastinating to put off my procrastination! Curse Facebook...
On the flip side, the rest of the holiday has been pretty cool! Several bike rides with Tom, a party or two, and general relaxing. The kitchen is rather a mess though...
Ahhh student living.

Cats don't have nine lives, they have phone insurance.

Over the past few weeks I have logged onto that fiendish time stealer Facebook, only to find that someone else had lost their phone, and was acting like it was the end of their comparitively small world.
I have slowly come to the conclusion that losing your phone, automatically and IMMEDIATELY causes your life to shutdown. But it doesn't end here, oooh no. Your life is then rebooted, as it were, upon the acquisition of a new a mobile telecommunications device.
This...hypothesis...died today, and was reincarnated as a fully fledged and oh so beautiful theory, when I logged in and saw that my friend (oooh let us call him Johnny for ease of understanding) had set his status to "AHHH New Phone, New start!!"
Now anyone who knows "Johnny", also knows that he always has at least a pot and a half's worth of super-strength hairgel slathered over the insulation on his cranium, causing it to stand to attention.
On a whim I checked his profile picture and low and behold, NO HAIR GEL!
I believe this realisation will help me to send the suicide rates of this country to an all time low.
If your life just isn't worth living, forget potholing down an empty lift shaft, buy a new phone.

Ganja Smoke

Well I think this week has been a week for firsts. The first time I managed to juggle 3 snooker balls whilst tipsy, the first time I managed to juggle 4 whilst not tipsy, the first time I offered to buy someone from CU a drink (not including Joey), the first time I've kicked a football in about 6 years, and the first time I got passively stoned.
And most of these happened on the same day!
I do feel extremely hypocritical though, as I was offered weed the day before and told them that it'd screw them up. In my defense I did say no to this weed, which is why I stressed the passive part!
We were sitting outside my halls at about one in the morning, scoffing pizza, and chatting with some guys we'd just played football with. Everyone was slightly tipsy, so the conversation was flowing and a jovial mood reigned.
My mate and his flatties offered us spliffs, but we said "Naaah" and just carried on talking. They lit up, and cos we were all sitting around a small circular table, the air became saturated with ganja smoke - we were too tipsy to notice, and probably wouldn't care if we did.
After that memory, it's all a blur and slightly colourful.
Wasn't unpleasant, I just won't be doing it again!