The first flakes of snow began to fall as the bell atop the University tower began to chime 9 o'clock. The snow wisped and tussled in the wind and clung, not unpleasantly, to my face and clothes. Above me, the steeple of the church, long blacken by pollution, was catching the flakes in its nooks and crevices. The contrast between the dark brick and the white flecks was quite breathtaking. Above me even further, the sky was clear, an epitome of 'sky blue', and made me question where, in fact, this sudden flurry was originating. This made the moment even more magical and, as I looked around in childlike awe, I concluded that the scene was almost perfect. Yes, almost perfect except for those bastard, squealing, brainless, annoying as fuck, designer-clad students, running across a road filled with fast moving traffic and almost getting hit by a car. If only that car had passed a few seconds earlier. If only.

spending Saturday morning in bed together - searching for masonic symbols and logos on Google.

It's just 7 short months until my birthday now (to the day, write it in your diaries people, and by people I mean edward) and I've found my ideal birthday present(cum-secret-evil-lair). You might want to all club together though - it's a tad expensive - but, you know, I'm worth it.

Maybe it’s because I don’t believe in them, but the gods seem to be conspiring against me today.

When Jesus, you know, went into the woods with Mowgli to avoid temptation for 40 days and 40 nights, he didn't have any Cadbury's Miniature Heroes about saying "eat me, eaaaat me" so no wonder he succeeded. Plus, he didn't have to put up with constantly jamming photocopiers either. Damn lucky crucified bastard.

My boss has just sent me this little motivational gem as something to tempt me back to work after my ridiculously long Christmas break (23 days, commencing in 51 minutes).

I feel truly special, almost to the extent that I feel I can rise above anything - including badly animated water. *choking back the tears of delight and wonder*

Due to a severe dearth of money at the moment, and a hatred of busy shops filled with busy shoppers experiencing "festive" insanity and the compulsion to buy heaps of crap just for the sake of it, I have decided that all the Christmas presents I'm going to give this year are to adhere to at least one of the following criteria:

1. Bought online - admittedly this doesn't cut it down by a lot because you can by anything online nowadays (an interesting little oxymoron though, if you google 'buy anything' the second link is for Adbusters' Buy Nothing Day.)
2. Will be classed as "vintage", and by vintage I mean "second hand and possibly smelling of some small to medium sized animal's urine".
3. Will be found from around my house (and possibly smelling of some small to medium sized animal's urine if the cats have been playing up again).

Today has been a day of crossing things off my “things to do” list. I haven’t necessarily done any of these things but crossing them off has made me look productive and feel good about my productivity levels - and I think that’s the important thing really.

sometimes i worry myself and other times i scare the living daylights out of myself. the latter is not necessarily a bad thing though because the film is awful and the video box is just more than a tad uncomfortable.

Ode about a funny email I received today:

Matt, Matt, Matt
You own a cat, cat, cat
Your dad invented the spork, spork, spork
So you “0wnz” my ass, ass, ass

Legal Notice: In that last line, the emphasis is on “ass” rather than “my”, just to make that clear.