this nocturnal life

Two days away from the end of the term, but here I am working on my writing credit which is due five weeks from now and its almost 2.am. As the narrator said about insomnia in 'Fight Club' "Your'e never really awake and you are never really asleep". Most of my friends are working on their dissertation which means that like me they have now become nocturnal. It's cool knowing that you can knock on a friend's door at 3.am and just hang out at such ungodly hours.

This morning something not very funny happened. The fire alarm went off at 7.15 in the morning. No amount of ranting can express how annoying it is to have the alarm ringing in your ears so early in the morning and by Jupiter that fucker is loud! I had to stumble out of bed and put on something respectable and go downstairs still half-asleep. Turns out the whole thing was a drill to see how well Wantage hall residents respond to a fire alarm (the answer, not suprisingly, was not very well at all) adn a few hours later there was a notice from the office on the wall saying that basically we were all a bunch of fuck-ups because turn-out had been incredibly low and they were going to do it again before the semester was over to try and catch those who were ignoring it. There is such a serious obsession with fire safety in this country which is cool and all, but a drill at 7.am is just so wrong.

I was drinking Ribena this evening and had a serious flashback to primary school- the indecent shorts, the almost fascist sing-alongs forced on us, bata shoes, 'tip', fanta and crisps, mean looking teachers with meaner looking bamboo sticks...I'm not sure if that was with nostalgia or horror- probably a mix of both but I did finish my Ribena without any further incident.

My sister thinks I'm crazy but I'm definitely going for 'Constantine' next week.