four goals and a stupid, stupid radiator that plays little part in this post but shall be mentioned just the same

I am still in a state of shock after Sunday's 4-1 defeat to Chelsea. I must thank God for small mercies- the TV room was booked when the game was on. If I had been unlucky enough to watch it, I would have given serious thought to slitting my wrists. Oh why did u go gently into that goodnight Liverpool? I was moody today because of that. Run into many acquaintances and had to struggle to make convo when I sure as hell did not want to talk to them. Its funny that out of the hundred or so people in my law class, I only know three of them well enough to consider them 'friends' and only half-a dozen even qualify as acquaintances.
I was thinking about that today during our History of English seminar ar four this afternoon. The seminar started very well and she had actually managed to 'sex up' the module by telling us how exciting and fascinating it would be (in retrospect it was very gullible of me to swallow that crap. I mean the title of the module is a fucking clear clue!) but it quickly went downhill and by the end I had as much affection for it as Godzilla had for Tokyo. By the time I got back, I was so fired up with frustration that I attacked my food with great gusto but as Douglas Adams said, its a major mistake to think you can solve any major problems only with potatoes.
ARRGH DAMN YOU THIRD YEAR! AND THE RADIATOR! WHY MUST YOU SPITE ME THE TWO OF YOU?
Anyway yeah the people. I knew three of them, but everyone else was a total stranger to me. Id never said two words to them and theyd never said the same to me. Strange that you can study with people for two years five or so times a week and not be able to tell them from Adam.
I think Rafa should keep playing Peter Crouch.
And I cant believe Guy Ritchie has had 'revolver' shat upon by every single film critic in this country. They got so desparate for good quotes that the film bilboard has an endorsement from a topless model who appeared on page 3 of 'The sun'. I think Ritchie is the most talented director to emerge from England in ages- 'snatch' and 'lock, stock and two smoking barrels' are two of the funniest films ever made, too funny infact to be appreciated in a single sitting. You have to keep coming back to them to see new layers and appreaciate the sly and not so subtle-jokes all over again. How could he have gone so wrong? (of course I have decided that 'swept away' has never existed as many of you naturally have)