Friday. 66.66% Of My Exams Behind Me.

I've Got A Bike, You Can Ride It If You Like^[1]

Going to my News Media and Society exam today^[2] I managed to a) scrape my right knee, b) bruise my left knee and c) wipe away the last scraps of my dignity, by attempting to mount my bicycle and going arse over tit off it instead. All of this happened five metres from my front door, 3 or so miles from my campus, and 30 minutes before my exam began. I decided I had to soldier on. Soldier I did. I put the 'soul' in 'soldier' anyhow. Jooooke, we all know I don't have a soul, I sold it to Debs for a giant poster of Chris which is on my wall.



Oww.

On the subject of feminism and all that palaver (Rach was in a piss the other day so I asked her who lit the fuse on her tampon, that was joke. She wasn't happy), this video has been making me happy all week. It was posted on feministing but it's actually from current tv, which is a fun website too, a bit like VBS but without the moral anger.


I've seen those bloody Yoplait ads before, I'm almost sure they were aired on UK television. It's annoying because although I couldn't give a shit about The L Word, I think Uh Huh Her are decent. It hurts my eyes that the chick from that band, then, is in yoghurt adverts. Annoying ones at that. We call it yoghurt here, and it is said 'yogg-ert'.

Another film I liked: it's Deb's film coursework. I'll post it when I can find it on YouTube, it's got a weird name that I can't remember.

I went off to bed early last night like the delicate flower I am and missed all the ruckus (I stayed long enough to have some absinthe, mind), but was woken up by Rach's text:

nat dnt go 2 bed. cm bak. x

By way of explanation, I offered that I was tired and had an exam the next day.

u didn't say gd nite u bat. watch hirasho!x

. . . I think she meant 'Horatio'. As in the ginner from CSI: Miami.

And finally . . . the hands I used to type this post have, albeit briefly, played GTA IV. And it was goooood.

^[1] from Bike by Pink Floyd. The Piper At The Gates Of Dawn, 1967.
^[2] the exam was a piece of piss, there was a question on the representation of gender which, as we all know, is my best. I was laughing all the way to the bank, sick as a parrot, other generic sayings, all done? Yes? Good!