Not the D word..

Now don’t get me wrong, i’m all for having some structure in your life, But this 9am malarkey isn’t even funny. School’s back in, the b’stards have made me class rep (apparently it’s because i’m more ‘vocal’ – hmmm. Nice), and we now have to go several lectures a week in the science block, where it smells of dead people and mustard.

Aaah, the joys of 3rd year are upon us.. business studies, trips to New York, and preparation for the disertation (sp? ah c’mon.. its early) are just around the corner.. but its only week 2, and I don’t want to think about that. Left mono on Saturday, and since then, have been living my life on the right side of the bar, and been diligently carrying out academic new years resolution number 5:

‘I will venture out past Dundee University Students’ Association on a regular basis, when out drinking. ”

Oh yeah, forgot to say. The Wannadies were absolutely epic last week. They rocked the place out. I couldn’t hear for about 3hrs afterwards. And we got backstage. And awww… they were lovely. Very polite, liked to share their beer and tangerines, and said they’d do their best when I asked them to say hi to our mate fred from Gothemburg.

Shit. Running late.. More later..

http://www.limmy.com – if you’ve got a sec. I particularly like the xylophone.
and one for the glasweigans – http://www.chunkideas.com/snowball/