So here I am

Sitting in the dark, listening to the delightful neighours screaming at each other through my wall, being kinda tired, but not sleepy enough to sleep yet and wondering how I'm going to spend my three frees tomorrow.

Because doing coursework due in before the half term break is way too sensible.

My legs are itching. I should probably do something about that. But that would mean putting the laptop aside and y'know... Moving. Scary stuff.

The neighbours have woken my mother up. I'm now hiding under the duvet with my laptop, y'know when you were a kid and you read under the duvet reading with a torch? Try that with a laptop. It's boiling under here.

I have a song stuck in my head. By possibly the worst band in the world. If you can count two people with a synthesizer and auto tune a band? If there was something to slam my head into in an attempt to get this song out of my head, I might. Then again, there are headphones right near me. And itunes is still open (it's only crashed about three times today, rather than the usual five hundred trillion) but I digress!

Not that I really had a point to digress from.

Five minutes later

I got my headphones. I ended up listening to the crap music again. Why do I do this to myself?

I must be a masochist at heart. This worries me.

We had a "focus day" yesterday. Out of 180 people, 26 of us turned up. We should be rewarded. Anyways, there was this self defence session. We had to do that trust thing, where you fall backwards and your partner catches you.

I was paired with the stoner guy.

Aside from being amazed he was even there, I was terrified. I hate this exercise anyways, without trusting someone who looks stoned out of his nut to catch me. He caught me. But catching him was fun. He's heavy.

And then we were told to find out each other's personal space, or something like that. Will was in my group. This was amusing.

He's about a foot taller than me (not literally, that's Mr H) but because we know each other, we were pretty much standing so we were touching and neither of us were bothered. This confused the instructor guy. Which made us laugh.

Then we had a drugs talk. With the stoner guy in our group. Will, Chris (stoner guy) and me were laughing all through the drugs talk, because he got all the answers to the quiz thing right. We were saying that it wasn't in school that he learnt that.

I'm running out of things to ramble about. And as I said before, I hate rambling. I don't mind listening to it, but knowing I'm doing the rambling irks me. Because I know it's boring. Unless it's all total fiction, such as my protagging. ;)