I've just returned home having spent a few hours with Josh going through Econometrics lecture notes. That shit fries my brain every time and we spent so much time arguing about the concepts and why this wasn't that and what the point of semi-logging was when we could lin-log a model...or so we thought. It degenerated into a quasi-Jeremy Kyle show but without the drunks, the deadbeats and emotionally retarded or numb...maybe a blend of both. Nonetheless, we endured the pain together through collective consumption of a packet of Oreos, copious amounts of Orange and Honey tea that were buttressed by two episodes of Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares. That sexy bastard.
Running out of milk is not something that bodes well with me given my obsession for milk-based drinks. I'll probably pop out to the not very late, 'late night shopper'; a newsagents that closes at 11pm...now forgive me but i thought they'd be meaning 3am where i could pop in after a night out completely mushed, slushed and positively gushed and still be able to pick up my milk and breakfast oats for the morning that awaited after I embraced my bed.
Also, the boy in there is rather (forgive me lord), 'ghetto'. With his body adorned with Adidas track jackets and low-rise baggy gym pants he can't help but raise a few of my thin black hairs or so. But he's missing a gold neckchain...the sort that is actually sprayed with gold paint and possibly poisons a person to death seeing as its rusts at the slightest exposure to rain.
It's been a good start to the week. Listening to New Young Pony Club and Digitalism has really perked me up which is inappropriate given the fullness of evening but i'll be able to sleep like a new-born puppy tonight if i manage to somehow release the energy...
On that note i will force myself to jump on the spot for 40 minutes, heart permitting, and just see whether or not i can burn myself out.
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