Tomorrow I’m giving up chocolate for my anual not-related-to-any-Christian-thing-that-happens-to-be-starting-tomorrow sacrifice thing.
This means I’m eating twice my body weight in chocolate tonight.
Did you see the title of this post? Choc-a-lot? Comic GOLD. That’s the stuff you come back for.
Many things, many many things.
Firstly my computer game. The new theme is, of course, NINJAS. I’m overlooking the fact that I have 6 colours to work with and pixelated doesn’t even cover the quality of “graphics”. The ninja is actually a smiley face too. But WHATEVER. The game will rule. Here is the introductory…introduction:
“You are a ninja, avenging someone’s death probably. You have been captured and held hostage because of your awesome ninjability and must try to escape this place. Use the arrow keys to move, you can’t shoot until you find the fire element but when you can use SHIFT and the arrow keys. Find the water element and see what you can do with the CTRL key. It might help you get places. Dress stealthily and GO NINJA GO! “
Ninjabilty is probably the best most awesome word I’ve ever invented.
Scott and I went shopping yesterday, I am a personal stylist officially. I managed to spend MINUS 50p due to careful voucher useage. I bought the softest of the soft socks. Seriously, if the word soft were to be made into an object…s then my socks would be it/them. Scott’s hands were cold on the walk home so he wore them on his hands. People walking on the street couldn’t quite work out what, but they knew something was wrong with him as they glanced his way. I knew, I knew.
My hair was also reblonded. It is now white blonde. Excellent. Scott was pimping his hair dressing skills out at the party. There is now a veritable list of people awaiting life hair changing experiences.
It was Claire’s birthday party last night. What a top party it was. You cannot go wrong with a South Clerk Street flat party. You really can’t. Being the mostest soberest one there was also excellent, all of the amusement, none of the embarassment. It also meant I was official (self appointed) party photographer.
/insert photo here when silly software decides it wants to work/
Joe: Yeah times seven.
Me: Seven? That’s an odd number.
HAHA. Get it? I was saying the number was strange but I was also describing it in a mathematical sense. I didn’t even mean to do that. How wild.
The title says it all so basically makes the content of this post redundant. However, luckily I have more to say.
Claire: Your tattoo looks AWESOME. You’re probably the coolest person I know.
Scene point’d.
There was a test in Informatics today. I actually felt mildly confident when I walked in there today.
OOPS
It was terrible, everyone thought so. Urgh, curses, damn them all etc.
But on a brighter note, our assignment for next week involves MAKING A FREAKING COMPUTER GAME BABY. Your jealousy of my course now should be roughly equal to how delicious these crumpets are.
We get to design everything about the game. If I get started fairly early on on this thing, this will be a very fun assignment. Basically the game is a kind of “walk around a dungeon, pick stuff up, shoot things” set up. Any ideas from YOU will be interesting.
Do some work for a change and help me out.
I went to Glasgow last night with Alec to see Nine Black Alps. What an amazing gig. Really, it’s probably the best I’ve ever been to. The venue (The ABC) was quite big so the crowd was pretty sparse. That meant that you could get seriously involved in the jumping at the front of the stage very easily. Equally when a crowd surfer gets thrown onto your head and you bite your lip then fall over because the drunk guy in front has forgotten how to stand you could step back and appreciate the band with a good old fashioned foot tapping. This time round there were two support acts. The first one were ok, nothing brilliant but easy to listen to enough. The second one, Longcut, were pretty awesome actually. The lead singer kept switching between being up front and singing and heading back to the drum kit in between songs. The songs were interesting and varied enough to get away with long periods of instrumentals.
Who do I think I am? NME?
I’m off to York for the weekend with Josephine to visit her family. I have my window wide open and the sky is blue, I could hear birds singing before I put my music on, I hope York will be as lovely.
This week has been awesome. Awesome awesome awesome.