...but there's just so much, you really don't know about me
There is a new film in the pipeline called Snakes on a Plane. Am I looking forward to it? Of course I am- what the hell kind of question is that? First it's got Samuel.L.Jackson who is probably the coolest actor of all time. Secondly it has a fantastic title. Thirdly it sounds wonderfully stupid. Not like Van Helsing which was just shit but stupid-funny. Jackson even went as far as to say he would quit the film if they changed the title.
How is this for the plot: a guy wants to kill a witness in the protection programme so he smuggles a crate onto the plane the witness is flying on. The crate is full of poisonous snakes which will then be released onto the plane. If you have ever travelled on a plane, you may have noticed that neither the flight attendants nor the instruction manuals tell you what to do in the event of an attack by a group of poisonous snakes while you are on a plane. This movie should give you some valuable tips. They've got my £4.90, the bastards.
Tonight at dinner: Tona asks if I still talk to my ex-girlfriend. I tell her that I don't.
"That's bad" She says looking genuinely gutted.
I explain to her that people break up and stop speaking to each other. It happens all the time and is hardly what I would call 'bad'- it just is.
"Minega would never admit that something was bad" Teta says "He just can't. If I dropped dead right now, he would probably stand around saying 'well at least she lived until she was 21'"
Momentary panic attack yesterday afternoon: Crap, how on earth am I going to be able to deal with all three essays in the space of three weeks? I'm on track for all of them- and I'm done with criminology- but the pressure is enormous and sits arrogantly on my shoulder like a pampered monkey wearing a fez and pulling your ear. It passes after consultation with a friend in the same situation, some coffee and Radiohead and Miles Davis. I normally pride myself on being cool under pressure so it was interesting to watch how I reacted when I did finally freak out. Disappointingly this only involved saying 'fuck' every five seconds and pacing up and down my room. It was a bit of an anti-climax really.
The thing is, panic paralyzes you. You could literally sit in your room all day trying to plan how to cope with your work when in reality the best way to cope with it is to be out there actually working on the bloody thing. Tommy.B was talking to us the other day about the way he missed key deadlines for his coursework "Sometimes I just wonder- what's the point?" He says.
Advice of the week from Louis: "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. If life gives you bananas, make banana wine.
How is this for the plot: a guy wants to kill a witness in the protection programme so he smuggles a crate onto the plane the witness is flying on. The crate is full of poisonous snakes which will then be released onto the plane. If you have ever travelled on a plane, you may have noticed that neither the flight attendants nor the instruction manuals tell you what to do in the event of an attack by a group of poisonous snakes while you are on a plane. This movie should give you some valuable tips. They've got my £4.90, the bastards.
Tonight at dinner: Tona asks if I still talk to my ex-girlfriend. I tell her that I don't.
"That's bad" She says looking genuinely gutted.
I explain to her that people break up and stop speaking to each other. It happens all the time and is hardly what I would call 'bad'- it just is.
"Minega would never admit that something was bad" Teta says "He just can't. If I dropped dead right now, he would probably stand around saying 'well at least she lived until she was 21'"
Momentary panic attack yesterday afternoon: Crap, how on earth am I going to be able to deal with all three essays in the space of three weeks? I'm on track for all of them- and I'm done with criminology- but the pressure is enormous and sits arrogantly on my shoulder like a pampered monkey wearing a fez and pulling your ear. It passes after consultation with a friend in the same situation, some coffee and Radiohead and Miles Davis. I normally pride myself on being cool under pressure so it was interesting to watch how I reacted when I did finally freak out. Disappointingly this only involved saying 'fuck' every five seconds and pacing up and down my room. It was a bit of an anti-climax really.
The thing is, panic paralyzes you. You could literally sit in your room all day trying to plan how to cope with your work when in reality the best way to cope with it is to be out there actually working on the bloody thing. Tommy.B was talking to us the other day about the way he missed key deadlines for his coursework "Sometimes I just wonder- what's the point?" He says.
Advice of the week from Louis: "If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. If life gives you bananas, make banana wine.
posted by Minzo at 1:32 AM
1 Comments:
I think standard Airplane procedure in such cases is look for passengers that came on board with Mongoose and then release them too and start placing bets in the economy class section where the fights with the snakes I recommend should take place! But why are you even listening to me?
"but the pressure is enormous and sits arrogantly on my shoulder like a pampered monkey wearing a fez and pulling your ear."LOLOLOLOL Hombre that was hilarious!!
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