Telly-tummy

It's come to my attention that the telly might be broken. I had a near-study experience with the group at Rae's place and i was starting to feel a bit confused about stopping after one beer (by choise wow) and tried dancing a bit in the livingroom which exhausted me enough to want to go home and watch trash. Well so not be it, and i didn't even have any sweets to accompany me. I almost concidered re-doing my anthro-essay for a while, but that doesn't need to be done in like a day, and so oh-finally, i got a net-connection. This sour lack of sweets is thretening to pestify my existence though, and i am concidering taking a stroll down the stairs and buy some. It might just be worth some harassment and other health risks.

I've been pondering if i should take up some form of physical activity on a more than random basis. I've decided to spend some ginehs to figure out if a gym nearby is any good and maybe take some classes. I'm also sliiightly worried that i am taking up smoking again. Since the shisha allready had me hooka'ed (ha ha, pun pun!) it was such a short step into marlbouroism - which is kind of odd concidering i don't spend most of my days shitfaced at Finnegan's anymore but actually face the world with a dusty, sober expression and should now be fully equipped to manage myself more constructivly. Ohwell, i always knew i had no impulse-control.

Speaking of which, Mette, when you read this, get your booty to uni and stop spending your time shitfaced at Finnegans you wee bugger, you know you'll never finish that essay without crying the night before, you dirty *ludder*. (værsågod ;) ) And keep who-you-know out of the muddy waters.

Ok, got to move around a bit my butt is alseep.

PS; This was the day when Deens mate bought him a toiletbrush as a present that he had to drag around campus and to coffeeshops all day.
*note to self; Do that to someone*

PPS; tanned knees down on the veranda. Children screamed at me from windows across the street. Still pale.

=^.^=