Late nights, libraries and long lost friends.

I have a bit of a love hate relationship with the library at the moment. I don't think I'm alone in believing the library is the most sexually charged place in any university campus. Forget about your pubs and clubs. If you want to find genuine sexual tension sit in a dead silent room with a load of young people thinking about anything other than work. Maybe I'm just a freak with a fetish but to me its like reliving Victorian society. Everyone walks around with books and exchanges pleasantries. At the beginning of university I promised myself I would have sex in the library before I left. It was a more optimistic time, before I realised that at my university a man should cherish every handshake with someone of the opposite sex.

Anyway I booked out a book last week. However the book I booked was booked out by someone else before me and remains booked out to this day. If that last bit was unclear, in short, coursework progress has been hampered severely. Not only this but I had to walk forty minutes to find this out, twice. On a more positive note Potty Mouth has forgiven me for my indiscretion and we are officially best buddies again. It turns out any wrong doing can be undone by differing degrees of public humiliation.

I have recently decided that I want to take up a cool habit or hobby. I have a radio show, but that's a bit of a 'Keen' past time. You tell people that you have a university radio show and they instantly think
"Oh your one of those. A 'chatty'"
Chatty isn't cool. The coolest people always know that to be cool, you should talk as little as possible because if you talk enough you will always say something that alienates or offends company. Truthfully I am a 'chatty', always talking myself into a canyon of embarrassment. Having accepted who I am, I must now make every effort to hide my true self. The best way to do this, apart from shutting up is to have a cool shared hobby. My friend P Dizzle is a snow boarder. Now that's a cool hobby to hide behind but balance is not my strongest point so I have to think of my own cool hobby.

I have been having a serious think about this and it has occurred to me that every past time worth having is either dangerous or illegal or both. Smoking,snowboarding, skate boarding, sky diving, rugby, taking class A drugs, being in the mafia, and starting a fight club all require more bravery and ruthlessness than I possess. Looks like I'd better shut up then.

My sleeping pattern is erratic at best at the moment. With two lectures a week, there is little to no point in getting up any time before three in the afternoon. Add to that the appeal of staying in bed when everything anywhere else is fucking freezing is massive.

Hobby of choice = naps
Moistometer 6/10 ice cold wind and rain.

Moistest man of the moment

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