My (Own) Boring Ass Life

I have recently got into Kevin Smith's book 'My Boring Ass Life', his diary of a year-and-a-bit in his, apparently, boring-ass life. He describes the book as being very boring and uninteresting, and he couldn't be further from the truth. It's twice as bad as that. Yet I continue to read it - possibly as I read so sporadically, that once I start, I have to finish.

So how hard can it be to write a daily log of your eating habits, media consumption and social structure?

February 19th, 2008.

Woke up at 08:30, on my own as Rachel had a night out last night. I stumble to go have a shower, and then hit the PC for some internet frolics for 30 minutes before I trudge in. It briefly snows as I'm walking past Ikea and Iceland - the sort of snow British people now call 'snow' where its basically frozen drizzle. As I get to Uni, my thighs feel oddly cold. I make my way up the 4 flights of stairs, to meet my group for our weekly meeting for our Group Project. 2 out of 5 members turn up, so we get bored and we scurry to a open access lab and I show them the poster I've been working on. We part ways, as I'm meeting the surprisingly un-hungover Rachel at 11:00. We head back, stopping at most, if not all, the cafe's and eateries, for Pizza bread and B'nB pudding. We head to my place, and she eventually decides that she's off home, so we part ways for the afternoon.

I end up finishing some JavaScript work, and then decide I'm going to chill with the new album from the Feeling, and the pen tablet. I draw yet another mage-thing, but then decide its time to actually eat today, so whip up some Tuna with a block 'o rice. Then chase that with a whole Pizza. Rachel is coming back over later, and me and my house-mates decide to (finally) watch Terry Gilliam's Brazil. Didn't realise exactly how long the film goes on for and end up getting into bed for 1am.