Delirium

I mentioned in my last blog that i'd finished my first year at university. I would like to impress upon you the painful finality of that sentence:

I have Finished my First Year at University.

To mark this end, I celebrated with a Cobra Starship concert; they didn't personally come to London for me, but it was so well timed I like to think they did. I bought all their merch that I didn't already own, and I would've got to the front if I hadn't been maddeningly distracted by the lead singer while waiting in the queue. I ran towards him, frantically texting for Shrutiful to follow, since I had abandoned her the second I saw Gabey Baby. I got my album signed and got a photo, and Shrutiful got a photo because she prevented him from actually leaving. Sarawr sadly didn't get there until the band was halfway through their set, but she greeted me by kneeling bodily on my already kneeling form and saying "if that had turned out to not be you, this would've ended badly". No-one can have a completely platonic violently sexual relationship quite like us. I didn't care about getting near the front, or indeed on the ground floor at all, after I met Gabanti.
He really does smell like cupcakes.
And I stole his pen.

So wouldn't it be brilliant if I could tell you that, with all this free time, i've been carrying out all manner of exciting adventures, innovational projects and whirlwind romances?
The last adventure I had was to the Somerset Gallery, which I couldn't find and was then further depressed when the cafe had two types of sandwich and a yoghurt for sale; the only project i've done is tidy my room (ad I didn't even finish that, really); and the closest i've come to a whirlwhind romance was being walked in on while I was getting changed by my resident manager, who had come to change the shower curtain.

I was recently set a task by the fabulous BrenArt (check him out), to take a series of photographs which illustrate a typical day for me. I don't think a series of pictures of my ceiling, computer screen, and breakfast toast really qualify for this, so the first Saturday we're all up town i'll do it then.

However, there was The Expo.
Basically, its a Geek Fest where everyone turns up in costume as either comic book characters or game characters, then runs around buying everything Japan has to offer. I went as Harley Quinn from Batman (I was in Camden recently, and the man who works in Tokyo Toys turned to me and went "Oh, she's a new character - from the movie, right?" There should be a law allowing people like that to be killed), Rachel (AKA God) went as (naked) Paine from Final Fantasy, and she brought two friends with her - Mike, who went as Sora from Kingdom Hearts (the only male one there over the age of 15), and Karl, who went as one of the characters from Bleach (and was a hilarious drunk). Shrutiful also went, but totally cheated on her costume.
This convention allowed me to add another Buffy autograph to my collection (Julie Benz - she was kindof stuck-up), meet Linda from Becker, and - best of all - geek out in front of an original Ghostbuster.

That's right - an original Ghostbuster.
And the trailer for the X-Files movie looks awesome, by the way.

Aside from that, i'm getting pretty restless; between dodging conversations with my flatmates and eating endless boxes of Pocky, I somewhere lost the energy to do anything. Not that I could, if I wanted to.
Actually, I really wanted to go to Paloma Faith Presents this Sunday (her MySpace), but I don't have anyone to go with, so i'll probably just sit in my room and sulk. Then again, if it gets finally organised, I might be going to watch an L-Word marathon at my art studenty friend GayBoy's house (I do not mean GayBoy as an offensive term; I love boys, especially when they're gay, and I mean the term to be rather like Batman or Wolverine - GayBoy).

Somewhere in the bowels of my student housing (or, possibly, across the hall in Chris's room) I can hear drum 'n' bass music. People are becoming more adventurous with their speakers now most have left, including myself.
This morning I heard Zack whistling a Cobra Starship song; he doesn't even know who they are, and it got to the point where he just asked to borrow the CD so he could copy it and listen to it at his liesure.

Is that even how you spell liesure?
Liesure. Leisure.
What's the plural of pegasus, for that matter?
I'm pretty sure its pegasi, but who knows - i've never even seen one, let alone two.

Oh, and the big serious thing I talked about in my last post?
Totally chickened out.
I am a big chicken, which is ironic, since i'm a vegetarian.

I'm going to have to go now, because this post is getting ridiculously long; I only know one person who actually reads this, and she's involved in most of it anyway.