I wrote in this blog once. Twice, actually, I think, in my first year of university* -obviously, it being my first year I was absolutely wankered both times and had a naive sense of idealism regarding the internet caring what you told it. The intervening years have brought nothing but a beer belly and a sense of abject redundancy, ineffectiveness and an inability to bring about anything more dramatic than one of those hangovers where you spend the whole morning throwing up every time you drink a glass of water.

As a third year, I feel I am, rather than blogging about music, as is my desire, facing it. Today I got an essay about Hegel back. I quite like Hegel, to be honest with you- everyone else seems to come down pretty hard on the guy and he's not unconditionally brilliant but in my tired embitteredness I quite like his idea of making undamaged sections of society- which obviously isn't to say setting up some scheme like the thing I have a direct debit to that means I pay for some bit of rainforest to remain unspoiled, for the monkeys and such because obviously, social forestry has a bit more of a stigma than lopping down a bit of mahoghany because you're fucking poor and you can sell it for $50 or something-** no, it's more to do with the idea of people being brought up nice to believe in love and etiquette. There's not enough etiquette these days really, is there? If there was, shy people would find it much easier to interact with the outside world.

Erm. Anyway, the point of the above was that today I received the lowest mark (after mark reduction for handing it in two days late) I have ever received for any piece of work at university. As detailed above, I find Hegel quite engaging and the topic (capitalism) is one I enjoy raving about and have plenty of references for and yet I got a 52, 42 after the two days' lateness docking. Man, that is some fail right there. How is it that I am getting consistently crapper at my degree, details of hangovers above aside?

Actually, on that note, I'm meant to go and see Hidemi Suganami now and get a bollocking for not doing any work on my dissertation research proposal. :/ I would try and bullshit my way out of it but I need his help, so it'll be the full Oprah confessional. Goddamn.

THINGS TO DO:
-Simian Mobile Disco review (NB: one of the few things I am remotely successful at is being rude about indie bands, to the point that I am allowed to be rude about indie bands on the Radio One Chartblog, which is here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/chartblog)
-Think of witty way to end this post which includes cutting remarks re: why on earth you would want to tag anything with the labels 'scooters, vacation, fall,' as the suggestion goes EVEN THOUGH I AM PERFECTLY AWARE OF THE ARBITRARY NATURE OF THOSE WORDS
-Shout at BT engineer
-Wash vagina


*Christ, I really do use a hell of a lot of commas. More on this story later.
**What the fuck is this tangent, anyway?