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Thursday, 24 October 2013

A Belfast Friday

Waking up to the all to familiar drone of my alarm I questioned the individual playing god with our timetable for the semester, and how long it had been since they last had the ride. Because people who receive regular human contact would never suggest stripping a bed of it's inhabitant between the hours of 12 and 8. Bastard.

Thank god for coffee is all I can say. If I ever graduate I think Starbucks deserve credit for a good 82% of my attendance. That and wiping out the independent coffee industry. We'll have that with a splash of milk and a sprinkling of capitalism, thanks.

As always I digress; scrolling through The Guardian online has become something of a habit for me, hence my urge to add "Alas!" Into a conversation at any given point.

Alas, I digress further. So after paddling down the Lisburn road I finally managed to catch the bus and make my way to the establishment that's supposed to mould me as a person. I think someone decided to deligate me a novelty penis shaped mould. As much as I enjoy what I study, I constantly feel like I'm in a PE class where I've made the fundamental error of forgetting my kit.

TRACKSUITS. EVERYWHERE.

I always enjoy the irony in that apparel made specifically for exercise is often used to disguise the lack of it. Elastication for the nation.

So a few sheets of Oxford paper later (yes, I'm a stationary snob and extremely proud) I finally decide that a coffee is the only thing that can resurrect me from my soggy, sportswear induced slump. And god did it ever. You'd never think something that causes heart palpitations could be so comforting. I also have came to the conclusion that despite brining a book on Nietzsche (I thought it was a type of chocolate they sold in Lidl), and wearing items of clothing with elbow patches, I will never, ever be cool. I'm just far too enthusiastic about everything. I get a buzz from crossing the road diagonally and discovering dyson air blades in restaurant toilets. But you know something, I'm totally comfortable with eternally filling the trendy, try hard niche. To UrbanOutfitters!

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