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“Mmmm… Old…” vs “Mmmm…ould *vomit*”

Being forced through a full english roast dinner makes me realise just how much I dislike them — It’s come to the stage where I get full up just by looking at roast potatoes; having had them so often, my quota for them is full. On the other side is the english breakfast, of which I have yet to give up and leave any…

In a related incident, my love of chemically and genetically altered food has gone up another notch — a while ago we had cheap bulk blackcurrant juice, of which I could make a bottle full, and be sipping from it for weeks. Now we have “more organic, fewer artificial preservatives” juice, and it goes mouldy after a few days — of course, I only realised this after drinking it.

Now would probably be an appropriate time to rant about how GM food isn’t Pure Evil(tm), but I really need to be getting on with psychology coursework, which I’ve just found out has to be in tomorrow rather than in two weeks time >_


Posted March 17th, 2005 by Shish, in personal, reallife, school

Crap, I’m Becoming L33t ;_;

About half of these seem to apply to me >_


Posted January 9th, 2005 by Shish, in personal, reallife

Gah

I woke up early and got back to sleep at the time I should get up, wake up #2 was late. We have no drinkable liquid in the house other than water, and there was no time for food for breakfast. I was late for the people who give me a lift and they shouted a lot.

First lesson we spent an hour and a half using misaligned equipment in physics so it needs doing again, break time was rainy, core maths I had a load of my stuff thrown out of a window; I found the random scribbles, but 20 pound and important notes are gone. Then I had no mechanics books, as I’ve packed for the wrong day every day this week. Lunch was cold and wet, as I poked round the stinging nettle bush looking for my lost stuff. Then a study period where every computer I touched in the library in the last couple of weeks cacked up (although I’m fairly certain I’m not involved; some of them I hadn’t used for a while and they’d been fine all week), then the general studies teaching rota got messed up so it was the teacher, me and two others of a class of supposedly ~20 going and discussing happiness, while rubbing nasal decongestant in my eyes, which burned.

Then I was late getting a lift home, and when I got home my mum was being excessively attention whorish and annoying. Still not having any drinks other than water I made milkshake with goat’s milk for my sister, which now makes me feel ill. I also was called a cold inhuman sicko for suggesting that death may be better than a life of suffering. But thanks to that same knack for obectivity and emotionlessness, I can look back on my day humourously, and be happy that tomorrow will probably be better ^_^


Posted October 22nd, 2004 by Shish, in personal, rage, reallife