월요일, 2월 23, 2004
well today got off to a nice start, seeing that i was up till 2am at mary's trying to do my presentation for this morning with renu and adaeze. it was insanity, and the three of us were literally going crazy, not unlike the people in the article that we had chosen to do our presentation on. not just that, the fact that i had to take the last nightbus with naz and crunch through the thin layer of frost that covered the ground meant that i only got home at around 3.

despite that though, the 'next' morning still found me getting up to greet the sun early so as to attend my 9 o'clock. yes, my 9 o'clock that i wouldn't miss for the world. the two lectures and two tutorials weren't too bad, and as renu, adaeze and i found out, there wasn't a great deal to be afraid about simply because we were completely on track and we hadn't, contrary to popular belief, screwed up at all. amazing. we were happily rambling on about the effects of scrutiny exercised by the select committees as we raced to beat the clock, seeing that the previous discussions had only left us with a meagre less-than-5-minutes kind of scenario that was cutting it a bit fine, really. thank goodness i didn't have to say "statistics", i would have personally died on the spot there if i had.

for all those not exactly in the position to hear me speak that word over the past 48 hours, i have not been able to pronounce "statistics" without tripping over my words and totally throwing myself off-balance. i don't even know how or why i couldn't pronounce it, just that it was a bit curious over how my speech has been taken over by the phantom lisp. *cue: spooky music* maybe it's mental block, but that's just me.

today was another ladder day, which i might have mentioned before in one of the earlier posts. they were all over town today, probably due to the fact that there are so many shops under renovation, including the hapless scruffy murphy's, which has now changed its name to something else i forget its name, but somehow isn't quite as catchy as the original. quite frankly, it felt like that kylie minogue music video, the one where she walks along the same street like, 50 million times in the time that the song is playing, and each time she makes a new round, there's another copy of her doing a similar action, complete with the supporting cast and crew, including this man climbing up and down this really long ladder. by the end of the song there are maybe 5 or 6 ladders (and men climbing up and down) on screen, and it just begins to get a little stale at the end of it all.

today i need to run along and get some work done, no matter how tired i am. there is no compromise. *cue: scary music*

speaking of scary, today was quite scary in one of the lectures because there we were, sitting as innocently as anything, trying to mind our own business and ignore the golden duo (who managed to fade peacefully into the background this time, no worries) when who should come along but the-two-people-who-never-bathe.

seriously, i thought i was going to die. from the looks on the faces of the rest, they probably thought they were going to die as well. they sat in the row directly in front of us, and though there were only two of them, they made the whole lecture experience oh-so-bad. personally, i thought it smelt like "soiled baby", but i may be wrong. i'm not good at smells like these, also it would be pushing it just a tad to say that it whiffed of peaches. not just that, the two of them were awfully touchy feely as well, and get this, they weren't a couple. well, not in the conventional sense.

they were guys.

well, as one of the more adorable members of the durham community might say: "i'm not a sexist, racist bigot if that's what you're thinking... i'm not. i'm really not!" tolerance levels are at a high with me when it comes to issues that breach such touchy stuff. however, what really pissed us all of was the fact that they were playing hangman or whatever it was bored students play whenever they're in lecture, one of them kept casting gooey looks in the other's direction, and what, just what is the significance of touching each other's palms and shoulders and goodness knows where else when you're in, of all places, a lecture theatre, and, to put the icing on the cake, not bathe, have b.o. and use cologne to cover it up?

that's just sad and wrong, just so sad and wrong.

the smell still haunts me.