This last week has been a fairly busy one for me, but busy doing little annoying things that take up not enough time to feel that worthwhile but just too much time to enjoy the rest of your day. This has ended up with me feeling in a bit of a funk, that and listening to strange brain-wave-altering sounds for hours on end; they are both impressive, trippy and mildly disgusting at times.
Starting at the begining (because that's always the best place to start), Monday I had to speak with my tutor about my dissertation, which went really well actually - especially as he's essentially agreed to help me do mine on Superheroes (or 'transhumanism' which souns more like a scientific term).
Monday was also my first gym session with Rich and Si (normally it's Goof and Rich, or just Goof, but he is currently in London working for my absolutely mental step uncle (today he said he wouldn't be happy 'until [my] uncle is out of [his] life)). It was a good session but my recent time off seems to have caused me to de-progress.
Tuesday I went to castle point with my recently crippled sister to spend some of my birthday moolah. By crippled I mean more crippled than usual - actually on crutches having had a large boy jump on her back and sprain her knee while at a party. This obviously made travelling around castle point quite difficult, especially as I opted to park in the furthest corner of the car park. On the way back I actually loaded her into a trolly so that she could let me push, or as she later discovered was possible - use her crutches as ores. We got odd looks from the security guards.
Making the trip even more embarrasing was my odd complection. Specifically my shimmering complection which was a result of me accidentally using the wrong self-tanning lotion. They have almost identical tubes and I was using my sister's 'Self tan and slight shimmer effect'. I looked magnificent and Golden like an Egyptian pharoah but I worry that other people wouldn't have the same opinion.
Anyway, I bought a new digital camera, a Batman graphic novel (I'm still in a Batman mood) and the best DVD ever: Never Back Down. Seriously I didn't realise how much I liked it the first time I saw it - it's nearly as good as a Rocky! Seriously, if I had my way all films would just be a mesh of fight scenes and training montages (a montage of fight scenes and training montages perhaps). These days everyone wants to see films with 'effects' and 'romance' and 'plots' and 'talking', bah! All in all it was a good trip and I am still enjoying my spoils.
(Someone had commented on YouTube 'Best movie alive'... I bet he doesn't like 'talkies' either)
That night I then went to play table tennis with Si, Matt and Pete. Seemingly a rather random activity (not like building a raft of course), but we were helping Pete to train for a work tournament. We'd booked the squash-court-with-table-tennis-table-in for 80 minutes but it took us about 4 before we were bored with the conventional rules. We mixed it up by running round the table and taking it in turns to hit, then running round backwards, then running around backwards while trying to spin the bats in the air. Next we tried to get the lights to turn off so that we could make it even more challenging. Simon reckoned that to do this we had to hold the door open for ten minutes for an automated system to kick in. The lady on reception then asked if everything was okay and I answered that we were just holding the door open to try and turn the light off. Which apparently was the wrong thing to say.
The next day (Wednesday, as you'll know if you're good at days) I discovered through my study of Transhumanism (partly for my site, partly for my dissertation, partly because I'm insane) a phenomenon called 'digital drugs' (AKA 'Idosers' or 'Binaural Beats') which allegedly entrain your brain to a certain wavelength - thus forcing you to experience all sorts of effects - for example you can alter your mood, trigger oobs or lucid dreams, improve memory or mimick the experience of using different drugs. Of course it's all theoretical and the studies on it are divided. I've been doing my own research (check out the Biomatrix soon for a review and some free samples) and have had mixed results. I did have one fairly impressive piece of anecdotal evidence but I can't tell you what that is because it's disgusting...
Right now I'm listening to 'inspire', which I'm hoping will make this an awesome blog entry. Baring in mind I don't have much to work with this week I'd appreciate feedback. If you think it's more or less 'inspired' than usual perhaps you could get yourself in the article (wow, your Mum will be proud...). In theory I should now be flooded with good ideas and stuff. That actually normally happens when I have a cup of tea, and weirdly when I'm having a dump (at the moment shitting has lost it's appeal though - the fuse box has gone weird and there's no light so I can't read).
Later I went to the cinema with Rich and Si to see Batman (again (I told you I was in a Batman mood)). I drove after listening to 'alchohol' which I hadn't even considered might be a bad idea. My driving was absolutely shit and I mounted the curb at one point... no difference there then.
Unfortunately I had made a bad call in saying we didn't need to book and it had all sold out so when I arrived I was subject to a barrage of insults from Rich. They did seem more excessive than usual but then I thought that was just Rich being his usual delightful self. We turned it around though - turned that lemon into some lovely lemonade - by going for a meal at callenders where I ate the ULTIMATE BURGER. It wasn't even a challenge (although it was quite impractical to eat). Once I ate two chocolate challenges after a roast dinner - everyone is good at something...
Then yesterday I had my first piano lesson in ages. My piano teacher is kind of an adopted Grandma and even offered for me to live at her place if my placement was in Bournemouth (if only), so it was nice to be reunited. Finally everything is back to normal (although she's moved house). I learned to play 'I know him so well', which is slightly gay but I wanted to learn something slow (at least it wasn't a rag (Shela loves rags (and thus I can play about 20 of them and they all sound exactly the same))). The only downside was that this was at 9.30 am and I had a full day of chores ahead and was knackered.
All this on top of driving various family members around, looking after the house while my Mum's been working over-time, and walking the dogs every morning. The latter job has become especially important since Elo (my favourite of the two poodles (he is far more dashing (and Benji is a bit creapy))) has seamingly developed an adiction to caffeine. He never used to like it but got jealous of Benji I presume who always drinks it. Over time though he's become more and more desperate and now he will climb up onto the table to get it, or just sit there screaming while you drink yours. He's stopped sleeping at night too and now just wanders around in circles with madness in his eyes and occasionally tries to break Stinky's door down (he's in love with her toy Panda). If he starts arranging objects into shapes on the floor I might start getting worried. Maybe he should read the article I wrote on kicking the caffeine habbit? Which he could now find reprinted on my brand new blog: The BioBlog! It's a blog that's actually about something, rather than this one which is just me rambling on and on and on (etc).
Most people like being invited to do things and I do, it's just that I also like my Adam time. At the moment it seems like ages until I'll get a day to just chill out. I just want to get naked, make a cup of tea, and read some Batman. That's why I'm in a strange mood. That, and digital drugs.
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