What's this? An Update A Week?

Look who's getting back into the blogging spirit. Me! I'm blogging.

Now I know what you're thinking. "Martin, when you start your blog posts with a paragraph or two about blogging and mention blogging over and over again, it usually means you've got fuck all to talk about."

Who are you?

Also yeah! maybe I don't have anything to talk about. But surely I can think of something...

No?

Fuck.

I had a brilliant idea the other day. I think. I can't remember. I did have an interesting dream last night, maybe I could make "Mratin's messed up dreams: Volume 558"

What have I been doing for past couple of weeks?

Skyrim and coursework. I refilled the ink cartridge in my printer... But that was just to print off uni work.

I had a massive steak the other night... But that was to celebrate killing a Dragon. In Skyrim. Not real life.

I was walking down the road the other day - walking between my flat and Tesco. If this were Skyrim, I'd just fast travel there, but that's just the 'portal guns not existing in real life' thing all over again... But yeah, there was this woman touching herself while walking past me. I was all like "Oh yeah, she's touching herself because of me..." ...if it weren't for the fact that she was like fifty. It was fucking disgusting, really put a downer on the whole day.

...And that's why I haven't started my ethics coursework.

Flea stared at me!

I was doing some uni work (Yes I was doing uni work! Shut up!) when I noticed someone on Facebook posting about blogging. That brought back some memories. Remember when I used to blog? phuh! All the time! Sometimes - twice in one day!

"Hey Martin how did you see someone's facebook update if you were doing uni work?" Because I've got 2 monitors. Now let me get back to my story dick head!


Wait, isn't Dick head 1 word? "Dickhead" That looks better, but the Google chrome spell checker's put a red, squiggly line under it... Hmm

Anyhoo, I was all like: "remember when I used to blog? I should get back into blogging."

But then came a question. What to blog about?

I paused for a second then I came to a conclusion. I could. Blog about...

THE GREATEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!!

As you probably know (The chances are - if you're reading this - you're probably me.) I went to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers last Saturday. It was fucking immense. Because My good friend Scott Lang (Langsters paradise) got me a ticket from O2, I had to meet him there to get it. I also had another ticket that I'd bought so I took my girlfriend. As it turned out, the Langsta didn't get there before we reached the door to get into the actual gig. So we were there with 1 ticket between us. I know what you're thinking; "Shit! You'll be killed". Luckily though, it wasn't some mad killer with a knife at my back, It was a very nice man with a spare ticket. I was too shocked to thank him properly. I was thinking I could do that here, but no. He won't be one of the 2 or 3 people to read this.

The support band were alright. At first I thought their guitarist was on heroin or something. Though after a while I realised; he's just a hipster twat.

But nothing previously mentioned in this post - or even the entirety of this blog - bears any significance in comparison to the fact that... FLEA STARED AT ME!

Right at me!

I was all like rocking out with my fist in the air and he was like...


It was intense. I thought I might shit myself - I didn't. But afterwards, I was thinking. If I'd flattened my hand to turn my putting my fist in the air into a Nazi salute... That would've probably thrown him off. That would be pretty funny.

I think I might start blogging more often, I might make it a weekly thing or something.

New posts coming soon...

I assure you I'll be posting more amazing things on here, I've just been swamped lately. Bloody work, bloody uni, bloody I bought a new record player today. As you may remember, my old one broke over a year ago when I was writing this post so I've been waiting ages to hear some vinyl again.

While I spent my hard earned cash on a record player, Leggat bought something else...

http://www.leggatmeow.com

It's not much yet, but keep checking there. Fucking bookmark it. That place is gonna be fucking huge. Also, he might post there more than 6 times a year.

Oh Maya God I Hate Maya

By Maya, I don't mean "the world's going to end in 2012" Maya. I mean "stupid 3D modelling program that's actually very good but is a pain in the arse to use if you're a beginner (ie me)" Maya.

I got into the bit in Whitespace (despite what the Abertay adverts tell you, it's not the most interesting place in the world) with the computers with 2 monitors at about 11:20. The computer wasn't fully loaded up until about 11:30. It took another 10 minutes for Maya to fucking start.

Of course, because there was no sign of the program starting, I tried opening it again. Twice. It was like a time capsule of 3D Modelling. Except shit.

On top of that, the right monitor keeps disconecting from the computer whenever there's the slightest bump on the desk. Even typing this is setting it off. I would sort the caple at the computer's end, but the computer's on some sort of dodgy platform - it would probably fall off easily and I can't afford to break a computer. Not at the moment anyway. looks like it's off for good now.



Breaking barriers? More like breaking connections between computers and monitors... or something wittier than that. I don't know!

I hope you die you pen-hogging bitch!

So anyway, I was in a lecture the other morning but I didn't have a pen to sign the register with. It was first thing on a Monday morning - I'm not exactly Mr organised am I? So when the girl next to me passed the signing sheet thing I asked if I could borrow her pen so that I could sign it. "No". She fucking said no! What a stuck up bitch! Who the fuck says no to letting someone use a pen to sign their name on a register?!? Did she think I was going to run away with it or something? I mean how can such stuck up cunts make it that far in life?

Maybe she mis-heard me or something and thought I was asking if I could kill her or rape her mum or something. But probably not. I hope her pen kills her or at least leaks in her pockets - that would fucking teach her!

In other news, I have no internet. That's right, I'm blogging in public. It's like I'm fucking French!

(they probably blog in public)

Anyway, it's been great blogging again - even if no one reads this - which is likely to be the case.

"that's not a set of bongos, it's just a small table shaped like bongos"

Well well well, look at me, half past midnight on a Friday night (or Saturday morning if you're being pedantic.) and I'm sitting on my own in the living-room of my flat - feeling kinda tired. At 20 years of age, I should be out at a club getting drunk and partying. But instead I'm sitting on my sofa (kinks song) and posting on my blog whilst pointing out all of my accidental Kinks references. Just added the word 'blog' to the Google chrome spell checker. Apparently I have to add 'Google' as well...



Adding words to the spell checker dictionary, THAT'S HOW I'M SPENDING MY FRIDAY NIGHT... or Saturday morning to be precise.

Two drunk girls are walking around on the other side of the road, they're laughing. Looks like they're having a good time. I bet I'll live longer than them. It'll certainly seem that way. Especially if I spend all my Friday nights like this. I might read a book later... yeah, that'll be good.

Maybe I'm nackered because it's been the first week of actual work at uni... I say actual work, lectures aren't exactly hard labour are they? Still, getting up in the morning is shite. I'm getting Tuesday and Wednesday off this week, after that it might just be Tuesdays I get off - hopefully not.

I broke 200 Tweets on Twitter today - just to keep my cool streak going.

On a brighter note... Last weeks Peep Show (first in the series) was mediocre to say the least, and this weeks episode? This week's episode was so good that me and Leggat hugged. Not in a gay way or anything... a manly hug *grunt* and a manly kiss...

Viva Las Dundee

For those who don't know (i.e. not the people who are actually reading this) Computing students at Abertay all have to go to a meeting called the Viva. It's a big scary meeting (once described by Leggat as like going on Dragon's Den with a bad idea) where you talk about how you're doing on your course with a couple of lecturers with strong emphasis on what you've done wrong over the last year.

It actually went quite well. I just need to email one of my lecturers about finishing some stuff off and I'll soon enough be finished 1st year.

After my Viva, I celebrated with a haircut which as my previous post explains WAS TWENTY FUCKING TWO POUNDS!!!

Here's a picture of my bus from when it was on Channel 4's Secret Millionaire ... yeah, MY BUS WAS ON TV!!!

Happy Days in Dundee

I was just looking at the Abertay students website (as you do) today... or was it yesterday - I'm not sure. But I was looking at it and my eye drifted to the "Latest News" section. I assumed that this would be news about the going ons within the university community - how wrong I was...




Quite fucking grim for a light-hearted, student-oriented website though still, it is Dundee.