Mind like parachute-only functions when open

My sitemeter informs me that twenty people visited this site since I last posted yesterday. I can only assume this is an error. If not, it makes me very curious indeed. The obvious question is 'who.....'
Anyway it turns out that there are people on my corridor and these are people who think the best way to deal with dishes is to just dump them on the side of the sink. It's getting really annoying now. Someone left about five plates-carrots and broccoli still on- and just took off. I'm sorely tempted to just wash them all up just to stop the kitchen stinking to high heaven. It doesn't really take much to be considerate to others.
Meanwhile term time comes ever closer- a history of English law presentation that I havent got around to doing just yet and forms to fill in asking me if I really want to graduate from university this summer. Hmm, that's a tough one-let me just think about that for a second. Also I'd quite got used to all the piece and quiet and I was going to grow a huge beard and start writing poetry about nature to symbolise my new status as a hermit rejeecting society and embracing...erm...something else.
Meanwhile the Premier League is winding down-dammn you Chelsea!I tried something that often proves impossible-I watched match of the day without knowing the scores when usually I would be dying with curiousity and just check them out before the highlights come on. I had to dodge the news all day though and you would be suprised how hard it is to dodge news. Sometimes it feels like they are trying to beam it directly into your skull.
I am also trying to ignore the fact that there is a recently released album of cover versions of Radiohead songs. Consider me not amused. I certainly never thought I would see the day there would be an r n b version of High and Dry- I heard it on radio and to be fair it was okay -and a pop version of Knives out which I heard in a record store. That one made me laugh to think that a song that dark can be taken on by a cheerful pop star singing it as if she was at a merry sing-along on karaoke night.
This sort of brings me to a person who continually fascinates me- Hugo Chavez the president of Venezuela. The man has a weekly TV show that lasts hours during which he does comedy, sings(fairly well)and generally just blabbers on like a wacky uncle at a family reunion and also-every single time- slags off Bush in very colourful language. It's quite a sight to behold. I wish I had a boxset of all those shows- Hero of the week.