HORRIDUS

(Horridus, apparently, means furry in latin.)

I ate very well today. Thank you, longhaired roomie. Did you know that cheap cola products may contain gluten. You learn something new every day. I also learnt that Pom Poko was way weirder than I could have imagined. Do watch it, but do it alone if you're sensitive and prude.


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I did, just now, solemnly decide that I won't erase anything anympore. I lieds, but now I'm not pulling your leg anymore, I actually did right now. But NOW I wont erase anymore. Here you go, all typos and accidental clicks ri-- drrg, erased it again. It's a n automated process. Hard to.. resist.. the..urge.


I'm not high. I just find this experiment interesting. And I'm in a fUnNy mood after watching Pom Poko. But the food was really good. We had noodle soup and cheesecake. yum. (:

Everyone should try experimental writing every now anbd then. I'ts really refresheing. I writer trerribly itf I can't erase. I'ts especially hard when I have an audience of sniggering roomies + rlonghaired roomei's sister laughing here, and making me laugh. I think thais experiment is showing that my finger's can't keep up with my brain. I have clumsy , slow fingers. Luckily, I'm not a pianist.

Klka-- sorry. I'll try agiain.


Klaxon is a funny word. Good night.


(go POM POKO)

This is what Fine Art does to your brtain.

I'm Clean

Today our class went on a trip to Margate, and visited a contemporary art museum. I also visited a handful of galleries, and an interesting junkshop. Right now, however, I'm a bit too tired to upload photos or write anything long and coherent. I am also in need of a shower. In about an hour the longhaired roomies mother and sister come to visit (yay! Adventure!). That's not why I'm going to take a shower, that won't fool them. Also, I'm not writing about me washing myself in order to promote how hygienic I am to the world (note that this probably is the first time I've mentioned I actually wash up every now and then). Speaking of showers, the bathtub is a lovely invention. A week or two ago I took a little to hot bath, and had to cool down afterwards with a pounding head. At least my blood circulation got some exercise then. I really don't know why I'm talking about this. Might as well spill it all out:


I have a dry scalp.

Darkness

I must admit that I really like the darkening evenings. There's something about them that makes me feel warm. cozy and happy inside. For all the Brits' sake I shouldn't hope for snow (I heard everything becomes a total chaos if they get as much as a centimetre of snow over here, luckily I can walk to uni), but boy do I like dark nights with white snow. Mmm. and warm mulled wine.

£££

Ended up getting a bank account with a monthly fee. The free account had a rather dodgy debit card which would only have free withdrawals a the bank's own cash machines, and would only work in so many shops. Well, at least I got a savings account in the same package, with a not at all bad interest rate of 2%. Now I'll just need to alchemise some money out of thin air to put into it. The account I got also lets me rent three moves a month for free, whoop-de-doo, and also download a five tracks from HMV a month.

And the day after tomorrow we'll be going on a trip to Margate (another seaside town) with uni.

Seaside Town

We had a lecture about surrealist and dada film in the early 20th century, it was really interesting. I also finally saw Andalusian Dog, have only seen parts of it before. We had another 'lecture' in the afternoon, during which we watched a film about an artist who did a really big project in the US, it was also interesting.

Here's some pictures from Whitstable (a lovely seaside town in East Kent, England)

Cool kids hang around in the harbour.

Ah, the smell of the sea.

Looks like someone doesn't want surprise guests in the garden.

SPLUOSH!

Small, sympathetic houses all huddled together by the seaside.

I caught a roomie! I really love that alley's name.

It was really cold that day, but nothing that a hardy Finn can't handle. Especially with a cup of hot chocolate (with tiny marshmallows!) in a cozy café.

Oh Let Me Be Your Sledgehammer

If all the chips (or crisps, as they're called here in Britain, since chips are french fries. Like, duh) were hand made, they'd be way more expensive, I reckon. But the ones I made did taste good. Didn't last too long though, sadly.


I lied talked about putting up images from Whitstable in this post Well, here's some pictures from there. My images will maybe appear tomorrow. See, I have been quite busy today. Reading, frying, baking, playing, grocery shopping, eating. . . well you get the picture. Then I was forced to watch an artistic animation, plus a couple of episodes of Flying Circus, and last but not least (but it was actually the one we watched first) a:

marvellous music video.
(catchy song too. Thanks longhaired roomie.)

While you're baffled and bedazzled by that piece of art, I'll go to sleep. Don't forget to analyze the lyrics.


(I kind of like how the sentences I write in the 'labels' section become rather cryptic when the words are arranged in alphabetical order. See it as a little extra challenge. Or a cheap laugh.)

Meatballs

Well, today we went on a trip to Whitstable, a nice little seaside town. I'll post some pictures tomorrow, I think.

Tonight, I'll serve you a picture of today's menu instead!

Yes, that is entirely in accordance with the plate method

Mmmm. . . home made meatballs, served with mashed potatoes topped with a dollop of butter, and further completed with a creamy sauce and boiled broccoli, carrot and leek.


Isn't student food just dreadful?