A week under clouds.

Well, it's been an interesting week. There have been some definite ups, and some horrendous downs. The latter unprompted by anything in particular, just had a few of those days where you wake up and you can't be assed anything. Ya know the feeling? It's p. good, however, 'cause I just fought off the sadness with alcohol and profligacy. And intimacy. No, I had a good week, on the whole, but I haven't done anywhere near enough revision for my exam (in 15 hours). I can take 300 words worth of notes in, so I'm just going to take a punt at something and hope it works out for the best. I got 92 (out of 100) last year (70 is a first), so I'm kind of hoping that I can maintain and/or improve; though I'm not hopeful, to be honest, as last year I worked incredibly hard. For no reason. Just so you know: year 1, in the UK university scheme, means nothing. Has no impact on your final degree classification. Nil, nada, bubkes. D'accord.

Read The God Delusion, by Richard Dawkins.

Good grief. If you do one thing with your life it should be to read this book. It's sublime. In so many ways. One passage, in particular, blew my fucking mind. To borrow his metaphor, it is as though the burka of ignorance has been ripped away and I'm seeing the world in all of its glory and magnificence. And my word it is majestic. If you don't have enough time to read a book of that length, then I suggest you either just read the passage on the origin of species, or read Sam Harris' Letter to a Christian Nation, instead. It has been a long time since I've just sat down and read a book cover to cover in under two days. In fact, the last was probably one of the Harry Potter books. And you cannot criticise me for not being eclectic, at least. That is all I have to say about this book, because I cannot do it justice in description. Just go and buy it and read it and make your friends read it. For religious types it should be a wake-up call, and for agnostics and wavering atheists a total reaffirmation of why we're so utterly brilliant in comparison to anyone else.

Had a marvellous email conversation with a moron.

Yeah ♥

Downloaded a bunch of new wallpapers, and set them to refresh every 15 minutes.

Pretty self-explanatory.

Wrote some inspirational stuff/Met Alan Carr (well, Alan Carr/Julian Clary hybrid).

No, not really. This has been a good week for my self-confidence, however: I have been found attractive by no less than two people (and one is really hot!) Unfortunately, the other was... good lord there aren't words. I'm pretty sure he was twice my age. I shuddered. Not sure what happened after him catching my eye like four times. Pretty sure I ran away into someone's mouth (gay bars are fun). Then some damn drag act mocked my glasses. I was not best pleased, but it's totes-k 'cause she was fabulous in every way. Did some delightful music, which we all enjoyed. It did help that I was fucked, but whatever. Anyway, in other news my friends seem to think I'm this awesome font of knowledge and advice, which is cool. I seem to continually find on the receiving end of a disproportionate (to what I've actually done) amount of praise. It's adorable, but I'm not sure why I'm held up as this bastion of decent advice. Sure, I can prognosticate on the ol' logic and rational, but in terms of useful advice - not sure I've ever given any. Unless the people are as so inclined as I am (existentialism, monism, etc.) then I'm not sure what they get from it. But someone said I was the "most clever and sensible" person they knew, which was darling to the nth degree. I loved that. Compliments are gorgeous ♥. Never get those people who don't like compliments. They do the whole self-deprecation thing, and it makes no sense. I'm like, 'Dude, do you know me at all? If I'm being nice, it's probably deserved and true (at least insofar as I believe it to be true)'. Let's face it, I'm not the most affable, so if I'm being inordinately nice (for me. Read: mildly convivial) then chances are I'm not fawning or faking. Unless I want to fuck you, then I might just lie about shit.

Woke up with an erection poking me in the back.

Doesn't get much better than that. Frsrs.

♥ you guys.

P.S. I have an exam at 9am. WISH ME LUCK. Not that I need it, what with my being academically awesome. And my ECF for suicide. Yeah. Lawl.