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The Do’s and Don’ts of Revision

Think i’ll compile a list of what i’ve learnt about how to do revision in the past few days. Mike has some tips on where to revise [http://www.michaelhorlock.com/?p=42|here]

A picture of Roadkill for no apparent reason other than I took the picture.

Do:

Sit in a quiet and secluded area that is hard enough to write on and bright enough to read. Split your revision into manageable chunks and leave enough time to get through them.

Don’t revise with me, we’ll end up doing bugger all. In this case, swinging.

Don’t:

Meet up with a girl and go to a place with the intent on working. Go to the library and then sit outside for a social of drinks and ciggerettes. Go to the park and try to write. Take short 30min breaks at the nearest greenery. Take a motivational drug and expect it’ll motivate you to revise and not masterbate with intense concentration.

Mike Horlock and his Digital Life

Yes kids, Mike is a 21st century man. He’s not scared to moisturise, he’s not scared to express his emotions and most of all he’s wired up to the interweb.

the popes car has appeared on the german ebay and has become the most viewed item ever with over 5 million hits. journalists are not allowed to publish the link because of rogue bidders, but you already know what my views on cencorship/privacy etc are lol so here it is:

Pope’s Car Ebayed

You can check out his Blog at http://michaelhorlock.com. He’ll tell you the real address is at digi something or other but trust me Mike, that’s a marketing nightmare. An odd obsession to Pete Doherty is also forming which i’m not to sure whether to be weary about.

Mike’s kindly offered to write some short pieces on London life every week, much like Richard does with Music. If anybody else wants a slot, do ask.

I think i’ve completed a nice Journal redesign, something i’ll try not to touch for a while. I think it gives the Journal a nice homely feel and although some have commented on its campness I feel it just reflects my feminine side. It’s nice knowing that no other site looks like mine.

Envious Eyes

Well it’s Sunday afternoon and i thought i might as well try update my blog. After spending sometime fiddling with bloGTK i finally got it working so hopefully i’ll update this blog more often. In case you were interested bloGTK is an offline blog editor for gnome, Linux. See you did wanna know.

So the weekend started pretty standard, or Wolsey as some might say. Thought it would be just a quite night in front of the TV watching a good DVD or two, just as i was getting ready for the marathon i got a text. East India? why not, just a quite night eatery with some mates.

After a few quick calls and bad organising we met up at 7, or said we would. Monika and co was late as usual, only a paltry 20min compared to her usual lateness. Of the 16 odd people only 9 turned up but i doubt many of us were expecting more than 9 anyway. Me Dave and Mike quickly shuffled our way to the end of the table shying away from everyone else. Girls on one end, Boys on the other. I’m sure it was just that defencive alpha male instinct we get when meeting new guys at a social gathering. 3 cobras later and the mood was looking up, not as antisocial as before and with a drunken Monika already under the table i was glad i’d come out. Until she hit me that is, although lets face it, a bit of me enjoyed it. Still not to sure why, maybe to many re runs of ichi the killer.

The problem with a drunken Monika is she always gets a tad emotional, and the problem with a drunken me is i’m terribly rude, obnoxious and facetious (sure there are a few more i’ve yet to pinpoint, but one is usually best in knowing their faults) so, much like last time, when she was belting out her troubles i was laughing my head off. If only she’d tell me anything when i’m sober i’m sure i’d be a lil more comforting. I’m sorry.

The curry went down pretty well, with me Dave and Mike shovelling down poppadoms while everyone was watching in dismay. East India’s one of those places where if you come out and you’ve not got a stomach ache its been a good night. Ridiculously cheap with that half price cash only offer. We ended up at Mikes house at 11:50 odd, still quite drunk. With three guys and one girl( me Mike and Dave), a night of debauchery was promising. I’m sure another couple of Cobras and i’d have been up for anything.

I’ve always liked Monika, we’ve been friends for 3 odd years, i’m sure we were closer before but things have waned as time has gone one. Nothings ever happened, not that i’ve wanted it to but watching Dave get intimate with her riled a beast in me. I, quite liking an emotion every now and then (they’re becoming increasingly rare) revelled in hatred for a good few minutes before realising all the qualities i had so liked in her in the past had all but vanished. Just a cheap shell of her former past. I’m thinking Lolita, (to which i’m reading right now) has gotten to my head.

Steven

Pulp Fiction – Soundtrack