I am what can't be - a mind in a digital brain

What's this thing doing on? I thought I had turned my computer off, but it was sitting there waiting for me when I got back, so I thought I might as well write this.

Well, it was the Melville Ball tonight. Apparently, Donald was sent round to wake me up, but his knocking at the door failed to rouse me. I was awakened by a phone call from Paul, though I only hauled myself up to answer it the second time.

Anyway, after a brief trip back to get my ticket, we got going. Ate a vast amount of sausage rolls, which were effectively my breakfast. There wasn't as much of a shortage of dancing partners as some people had expected, and I took part in most of the ceilidh dances. (What an awkward word).

After that was the disco, which I'm less good at dancing to. That didn't stop me, though - most of the group left to go either to Karaoke Idol or back to the hall. So I found my "breakfast harem" (an expression coined by Donald) instead. Now, at the start of the night people had been given numbered tickets - I had managed to procure number 94 - and we were supposed to dance with whoever had a number that matched, but hardly anyone had actually picked one up. So in the end I was dancing with a very cute girl named Terri. Feel free to start rumours.

Walked home and before writing this, suddenly remembered about the Chemistry tutorial. It's over and done with now, and with any luck there might be some right answers in there.

The purest heart in Heaven, stabbed by poisoned thorns

Listen to "The Heart of the Unicorn"

Noise Records have a rather nice system - instead of releasing singles they provide one or two MP3s from each album, free. So I'll link to them when I can, even though they might not be to everyone's taste.

This morning I dragged myself down to breakfast - must have worn myself out last night even though I slept all day. Despite a lack of any interest in them whatsoever, went to the lectures as well to get the tutorials. Handily, the answers are provided this week.

Had the traditional fish 'n' chips lunch instead of going to the Central this week. And now, I've got last-minute stuff to research, not to mention the Essay of Doom.

( From the Chatroom )

As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean

I can see this "tired" icon being used for a while.

So I did some work on things this afternoon, and had a rather pointless meeting about the presentation next Friday. Listening to Dr Seth's voice is the aural equivalent of Nytol. The dreaded essay which I keep on complaining about is now at 1,300 words, but it's the worst put together mess since Andrew Melville Hall itself.

Dinner was a rather hastily assembled chicken and mushroom pie - just a vague soup with some pastry slapped on top of it. After that, we got together to see X-Men 2 (or X2, as it's trendily called) instead of the traditional Union Friday.

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The rest of this entry contains SPOILERS for X-Men 2... although it's pretty predictable anyway for the most part.

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For a while, it looked like the film was going to be a typical action affair with all the movie cliches, short of a secret passage behind a bookcase. That stopped, though, in the scene where Magneto extracted a security guard's blood iron and shot it around the plastic prison to escape. Now, that was cool - and those who know me will know that that's not a word I use lightly - in fact, only about three other things qualify for it (the others being The Matrix, Final Fantasy X and Devil May Cry).

From then on it got better - it even had a man with a German accent who wasn't evil. Of course, he was coloured blue, which might have had something to do with it. And they didn't fall in to the trap of miraculously reviving a dead character, and even the aforementioned Matrix did that.

I can't help but feel that they had it a bit easy, though - telepathically destroy a missile, teleport in and out to rescue the one who fell out the back, telekinetically repair the plane. And other words that begin with "tele".

Two questions, though - Adamantium? Adam Ant? Never mind. And why are little girls so incredibly frightening?