Step Right Up And Be A Man.

So that’s it! Another set of exams over, one whole day off – which I spent hobbling around and in hospital – and I’m back into classes again tomorrow for another four months. The next fool I hear talking about how student life is easy will be getting some of my imaginary mother fucking, foot-induced, ambulance-summoning, unstoppable fighting technique.

You never realise how much you rely on your two feet until one of them is (half) out of action; you can’t walk properly, dance, look cool, exercise… the list is endless. Note to self: Never stand on a nail again, ever. Haven’t really had much time to think of anything or even notice anything interesting in my life this month because I’ve been clocking in stupid hours keeping myself busy. Highlight of the month: actually laughing to the point of vomiting with Holly over a ridiculously funny comic book.

My only gripe about this month has been my inability to read the girls I’ve encountered. When I’m in the grey zone, between conversation-driven friendliness and possible openings for advances, I never say, or even hint at the possibility because I can’t pick up any vibes. I reckon it’s time for some person to invent one of those devices that detect this sort of things, or I could read a book about it, but that’d just be sa-a-ad.