Sundays make me vomit.

Yes, that's right. They make me vomit. I hate Sundays because they are the end of the week, and that's never a good thing as far as Jack is concerned. Especially when you go the whole day without eating - for no reason - and then over-compensate by gorging yourself silly on eight-people's worth of food. Which I did. And now I feel quite ill. I also sat on my headphones last night, and broke them apparently. I mean, come on. I weigh like 9 1/2 stone. What the hell are they made of to break? On a bed. With me sitting on them. Gently. I have a nice bottom, too. That was bad times all round. So here is my day:

I went out to buy new headphones, got a bit over-excited and ended up buying the Bourne trilogy 'cause it was only £10. ♥♥♥ Man that is so hot right there. I love whoever it was that gave me that below. So this afternoon I watched the first one. Had forgotten just quite how good they were. Also had some kind of takeaway coffee and sat down at the quay and looked out across the docks. That was quite nice. In fact, the whole day was quite nice - and now I've got my new timetable I can extend the weekend far beyond the conventional reach of itself. I have Mondays off; that's so awesome right there that I can barely contain myself. I do, however, have to go out and spend a load of money tomorrow. Unfortunately, with a new semester comes new purchases: books, folders, paper, pens, the staples basically. And I mean the staples of academia; not like... staples for a stapler. Who staples? No offence, Staples. Man I feel quite sick right now. Way too much food. What else did I do? Oh yes, I gave some homeless man some moneys which made me feel good about myself. That was good. I just can't stop giving, me. I'm like... dunno. King of niceness or something. Someone said I was "intimidatingly nice" which I thought was a bit of an oxymoron, to be honest - but I guess I see where he's coming from, even if he's completely wrong. I'm not that nice, I just like to do nice things. As I maintain: good acts don't make you a good person necessarily. Ah yes, I remember what I wanted to talk about sort of. Not sure how it's going to go, because my mind isn't focussed - but I shall persevere through this onerous task.

Man 1: "It is better to aim low, because then you will never be disappointed."

Man 2: "It is better to aim high, because then you can always be proud - even if you fail."

Man 3: "It is better to not aim at all, as expectations will never be met."

Man 4: "How do you aim?"

Well - where do you sit? I guess I'm probably #4. I've never understood this whole kind of demarcation: I'm always disappointed with myself because I don't think I've ever achieved what I should have done. I don't intend to be disheartened with my performance, it just happens. I don't think there is any conscious decision-making process which goes into this; I think that disappointment is part of attempting something. Obviously, I'm not trying to suggest that one should never try because one is destined to fail, but I am suggesting that realism might help us temper the disappointment.