"Contentment is the enemy of invention".
Too true. As you might guess, things have imporved somewhat since my last post, and I'm no longer reduced to tears by the hour os so of time alone each day.

Societies are the name of the game now, and are proving to be an excellent way to meed people. Hopefully by this time next year, I'll have one or two short films made, a bucket load of new writings, and a wider foreign vocabulary. Yes, this town is still small and potentially suffocating, but the open mindedness of my fellow students is a great offset. Still no place to buy CDs here, though.

One upshot of being put back into an institutionalised state is that it gives you a clear sense of purpose. Biology gives that. Can't say the same for Geography and Psychology, which are a total monopoly on my time, as evdienced in my feild trip last weekend to arthur's seat. I'm sorry, but rocks just do not do anything for me.

"Finding Nemo" is one of the best films I've seen. The graphics are lushious, it doesn't treat you like an idiot (or child, for that matter), the jokes are hilarious, the casting and performaces surperb. It also has the most romantic confession of (unspoken) love I've ever seen, dulled not one iota by that fact that it's delivered by a fish. Go see it. Which reminds me, I must go seek Kill Bill next week...

I'm currently listening go "Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm" by Crash Test Dummies, quite a mesmerising bit of Americana.
I'm playing m Banjo at an open mic night tonight. I'll let you all know how it goes.

Right, that'll do. I 'll stop...




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