barrynicolson (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} barrynicolson) wrote,@ 2004-12-08 01:38:00 |
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You Lied To Me Edward! There Is A Swansea!
I have two 3000-word English essays due in 10 days. I started the first one tonight. I'm hoping Sparknotes have comprehensive guides to 'The Great Gatsby' and 'My Antonia' or I'm fucked. Proper fucked. Sometimes I think the internet is an evil thing, a breeding ground for depraved perverts, sleazy porn barons and really, really bad bands. Then I remember, hey, depravity isn't all that bad. And porn barons? Well, they're just carrying on traditions left over by ancient, celebrated civilisations. The shit bands one admittedly could do without, but one must take the rough with the smooth. Anyway, so long as there are websites as ingenius as sparknotes.com and netessays.net, I'll always be a staunch supporter of this so-called interweb of ours.
So, with that and various NME tidbits consuming my life at the moment, time has been low to do much else. My sole enjoyment in the last few days has come from the League of Gentlemen DVD's I've recently purchased. I enjoy Little Britain as much as the next person - in fact, I've already bought my tickets for the tour next October - but it really isn't a patch on the League. My friend Chris described it as 'Geek' comedy, but my friend Chris thinks that Sid James is hilarious. It's sick as fuck and I fucking love it. As my friend Jessica would say - indeed, as my friend Jessica DOES say - it's hot as fucking toast. For those of you who may not have seen it, it's slightly difficult to summarize comprehesively. It's set in a town called Royston Vasey that's populated with...well, subnormals. That's about the best I can do. Anyway, it's brought me much joy over the last few days, though I am miffed that they killed off Tubbs and Edward at the start of the third series. Lines and lines and lines and lines!
That is pretty much totes all that has been happening in my life. Oh, and I lost my Streets album. I can no longer communicate verbally with the outside world. I have started growing my toenails and will not leave the house without wearing a lead smock.
I have two 3000-word English essays due in 10 days. I started the first one tonight. I'm hoping Sparknotes have comprehensive guides to 'The Great Gatsby' and 'My Antonia' or I'm fucked. Proper fucked. Sometimes I think the internet is an evil thing, a breeding ground for depraved perverts, sleazy porn barons and really, really bad bands. Then I remember, hey, depravity isn't all that bad. And porn barons? Well, they're just carrying on traditions left over by ancient, celebrated civilisations. The shit bands one admittedly could do without, but one must take the rough with the smooth. Anyway, so long as there are websites as ingenius as sparknotes.com and netessays.net, I'll always be a staunch supporter of this so-called interweb of ours.
So, with that and various NME tidbits consuming my life at the moment, time has been low to do much else. My sole enjoyment in the last few days has come from the League of Gentlemen DVD's I've recently purchased. I enjoy Little Britain as much as the next person - in fact, I've already bought my tickets for the tour next October - but it really isn't a patch on the League. My friend Chris described it as 'Geek' comedy, but my friend Chris thinks that Sid James is hilarious. It's sick as fuck and I fucking love it. As my friend Jessica would say - indeed, as my friend Jessica DOES say - it's hot as fucking toast. For those of you who may not have seen it, it's slightly difficult to summarize comprehesively. It's set in a town called Royston Vasey that's populated with...well, subnormals. That's about the best I can do. Anyway, it's brought me much joy over the last few days, though I am miffed that they killed off Tubbs and Edward at the start of the third series. Lines and lines and lines and lines!
That is pretty much totes all that has been happening in my life. Oh, and I lost my Streets album. I can no longer communicate verbally with the outside world. I have started growing my toenails and will not leave the house without wearing a lead smock.
