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Well since my last post I have entered a pretty stable long distance relationship. I met her on a night out in Liverpool and acted like a dick by ditching people and fucking off over (or under) the Mersey for a one night stand - but hey, it was my birthday....right? Well this all happend because Jonathan was talking to two girls who had gone to sit with him. The one in the blue coat had kept looking at me whilst I was talking to Jon. I left and they went and sat with him and eventually I joined and started playing footsie with the blue coated one, eventually I moved over, as Jon was sat in the middle, apparenlty oblivious to whatever was going on with me and the blue coat girl, and made out with her - this went on for ages, and Float kept on humping me. After a lot of talking, she asked if I wanted to go back to hers but I was in a dilmea as I had bought these guys up to Liverpool and would ditch them if I went off with her. Float then said that I could either go back and have sex with her, or go back and have sex with them - so I took the former option and left with this girl. Before this, a guy in a surgeons outfit was trying to hit on her friend, and she told me to try and stop it, so I danced round him loads and eventually he walked off - this scored me brownie points which can be traded in for anal so I hear. Well I'll spare the details of the next 12 hours, but basically we got on really fucking well - if all one night stands were like that I'd probably be much less of a head case at the moment. I left her house at about four in the afternoon and the last thing I did was to throw a handfull of change at her. As I returned to Jonathans house, to my horror I realised that her name was fading from my memory, and by the time I got there I had completely forgotton what her name was. I panicked and fortunately Jonathan knew what her first name was. We hadn't exchanged numbers and she didn't know my name, and by this poitn I had decided that I wanted to see her again, so I was about to go through facebook trying to find her picture. Eventually I remembered what I had rhymed her surname with and it was fairly easy to find as of then. We emailed each other for ages - there's a thread of about 180 really long messages, and I told her that if she could find my real name on (I was using my Goatboy facebook account)I would visit her that sunday and she would be able to insert a marrow in my arse. She found the name, and I went to see her the following sunday and to my disappointment, did not get penetrated anally with a vegetable. but we had dinner, watched bubba ho tep and stayed up all night talking. She came to Hull the following week, and we've been swapping around ever since. We also went to Brugges on a mini cruise, got raped by expensive resturants, horse and carriage rides and missed our bus to the boat and had to get a taxi - the driver was trying to get us to stay at his friends hotel and seemed quite disappointed when we got to the boat on time - I had images of hostel in my head... I bought 18 bottles of wine but there was no trolly for us, so I had to go and check back into the country, grab a trolly and get back up - people had been shouting and her for keeping them there late - all in all it was a really fun weekend.
Now things are going strong - I feel less old and depressed when I'm with her, and completely preoccupied with her when I'm not - so all is good.
Probably more to follow
Mahalo
Goatsie

goatboy • GOATBOY Leave a comment

I didn't realise therox had revived from the dead.

Latest info from me?

I now live in Chesterfield in my own house (not renting...)
I am still at the company I joined when I graduated having fun doing sharepoint implementation and documentationy type stuff.
I've been seeing Clottie for almost a year now!

For the rest of update, probably worth checking my flickr out or facebook.

I shall attempt to return to blogging a bit more.

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Last night I felt like an extra in Skins - I was at Asylum, and everyone around me was eating each others faces and grinding each other... and they were so young. Ironically Midlife Crisis has just come on Last FM.
Well a bit of backstory - I decided to go out to Asylum after work with some of the lads from work - so we did and I just went round talking to people. One of them was a guy who was a third year compsci student with long curly hair like Kirk Hammet - he said he was going to cut it to try and get into games - so I told him about px, and how he didn't have to and how people in the games industry go to work in shorts and sandal - I don't think he'll cut it - at least I hope he doesn't.
A second guy I spoke to looked like Rob Trujio so I asked him if he was in Infectious Grooves or Metallica - and he was in neither - and kept trying to be random - so I told him to stop because he was trying too hard. He was a first year compsci student - and he had some chick who kept trying to get my name off me, so I was all like "It's Goatboy" and that wasn't enough - then she was like - "look don't go thinking that I'm just some young 18 year old, I'm 22" so I was like "Well I'm 23!" - then Rob Trujio fell off his chair, and some guy game up to me and was like "what's going on?" like all squaring up and shit - I just said "nothing" and he was like "I'm good friends with Rob (that was his name apparenlty, so that's 50% correct) and the girl" - he seemed to be getting aggressive - so I asked him what this Rob guys second name was, he said he didn't know so I questioned how good a friend he was if he didn't even know the guys surname - some how I averted having my head kicked in - I returned to them a few other times but can't remember what happend. I also talked to girls, so it wasn't all sausage party - one was doing medicine down south somewhere and had anemia - not sure on her name, but I wasn't giving her any good signs.
I also got butters friended - there were these two girls sat not talking, but just texting so I thought I'd go and talk to them - both did psychology, but the petit brunette one was a first year whereas the macho blonde one was a second year - the latter was really fucking aggressive, just wouldn't stop going on about how shit the course was - I humoured her for a while, trying to make it look like I wasn't just looking to pull her friend - but then I wrote her off as a dick and just focussed on the petit brunette one - she was cool - was in totally the wrong club - she played trumpet and was a singer with a jazz voice- I also told her about TBP and then the butch one dragged her outside to smoke - denied.
I'm sure there were a lot more - one looked like the sort of girl orta would try and nail - in that she had glasses and really curly hair - I spent ages trying to find her to talk to her, but she was with her friends loads and I started to realise with the help of one of the dudes I met at the psychology ball that I was being a creepy stalker - and started to get flashbacks from when I was at Butlins and scarred the shit out of a girl by following her and not knowing how or what to say to her - so I left. There was a girl walking home who could barely walk, so I escorted her home - when she had decided that I wasn't trying to rape her, and that took quite a long time - she got quite talkative - a drama student from Blackburn.

Had a pretty awesome night at some Dubstep club the night before, it's well dirty - looks like me and the arj are goign to try and do some recording of it

Made a snow cock the night before that

None of them knew they were robots - how the hell did they over look that one?

I can juggle now

Might be going to spiders next friday - I'm fed up of being old and awkward - fully sucks ass

Kthx

goatboy • GOATBOY 6 comments

Well Castlevania came out today and I didn't get it - obviously I don't love it as much as John Frusciante. Might pick it up tomorrow or when my bursary comes through.
It's nice not having to worry about money - in fact it is fucking brilliant not having to worry about money. What is not so brilliant is juggling three jobs and a PhD as I am doing. I've been complaining about this to pretty much anyone who will listen, probably to get some form of sympathy in the way that emo's show people their shitty little scars in an attempt to arouse some form of emotion towards them... but I think I also need to remind myself what it is I'm doing, and how well I am coping at the moment - yeah it's stressful on tuesday night, still having slides to write and words to read, but I've done it twice now and I think I'm going to be ok - it just means getting up earlier and staying at university later - which wouldn't be a requirement if I didn't spend most afternoons asleep on my office floor and actually utilised my time - but hey again, that's they way it goes, and it's not like I've got anything else on up here.
Grimsby institute is a nice place - with nice people, and on my first day I felt like it was somewhere I could really belong - but the second week cleared that shit away and reminded me that I'm on a different track, and it is certainly not 8 hours of teaching a day - especially when I don't even have any teaching qualifications
Last week was fun - seeing Mr Kunt and therox was good, and I had four nights out - including one curry and beer session with Mr B watching the Wall which has never been so appropriate to me as it was then - I think I'll become a hammer wearing Nazi, shave my eyebrows and chest hair off and smash up windows.
Hearing a lot of Residents on last.fm which I'm pretty addicted to at the moment - I've had Kaada fm on for four and a half hours now - tis very good.
A new post doc has started in the department - she seems pretty funny, maybe I'll actually swallow whatever it is that stops me from talking fluidly to members of the opposite sex and actually say something to her - she's Dutch - and I'm starting to sound like my friend Mr Yeomans when he was my age - and have started doing the tensing shoulder thing that he did too.... all I have to do now is talk in a snobby but sarcastic toff-style-public school boy manner and I'll virtually be him :'-(

goatboy • GOATBOY 2 comments

I love driving down the M4 in the snow.

wingdefence • Life Leave a comment

Crikey - all this headache and no pills :-(
Had a pretty good night last night at Spiders, fully random. I met Morrissey (or a gay guy who looks just like him with the hair and that) - and some guy was talking to a chick with tits and I was all like "who the fuck is this plaid wearing motherfucker?" and she was all like "Who the fuck are you?" and I was laying into that ginger Sam guy about a car and I nabbed this chick who had her arm round this guy, bought her a drink and then walked off, and barged a girl back who barged me and stood around by myself a bit - spoke to Dude Si and that Vedite guy, and Otis, and the small Dussledofian. On the bus I sat alone and texted people.
Today I got up quite late and played on rockband, and have been at Uni for the past 6.5 hours. Up early tomorrow for JOHN FUCKING FRUSCIANTE'S NEW ALBUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then I'm lecturing on Wednesday in Grimby, working tuesday, and have thursday and friday to just to do PhD work - w#007.
So yeah - feeling pretty hyper - going to go home soon and do other stuff - like rockband or castlevania - NEW GAME COMING OUT SOON!

Lol
Kthx

goatboy • GOATBOY 4 comments

In the living room.

Isn't technology wonderful?

wingdefence • Life 1 comment

ORTA!!!!!

-b±√(b^2 - 4ac) ≠ 2πR
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Dillweed

goatboy • GOATBOY 2 comments

Good practice on friday, good night out friday night - dressed pretence with orta again, but we were both wearing the same clothes, more or less. Pwnd someone on easy mode guitar hero, even though he wanted me to put it on hard.
Weekend was uneventful, worked saturday and eventually played video games Sunday - getting up in the morning has been really difficult recently. Bought some oil pastels to see what happens, so far not much, but they're nice and messy and I can smear them on the page like shit in an attention seeking two year olds hands - which I think I did once when I was younger, it was me or Tim - I know I used to cover the car window and my bedroom wall in bogies such that you couldn't see out of the window and my mum had to paint over the wall, but I think I was too clean to actually touch shit.... this has become a rather gross and personal blog... sorry.
Mahalo

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It is so bloody cold at university - my feet are freezing, I'm wearing a big jacket, and I only have one small electric heater to keep me warm, and it isn't doing a very good job of it. Work's coming along very slowly, but it is coming along, and that is the main thing right?

Time for some celery and hommous methinks

goatboy • GOATBOY Leave a comment

Well PXmas was more or less very awesome - we went to the pub every day bar xmas day, drank loads, ate loads of mexican, I cooked xmas dinner, and then we watched Hackers. The whole experience is somewhat tarnished by my doing some stuff I'd rather not have done - not particularly contracting arm AIDS but along those lines. In fact it's kind of eating me up inside.
And I got off with the Staypuft Marshmellow woman - that was pretty cool - until she started shouting at me...
This blog has been kept purposly vague more as a reminder for myself than others - fuck, if orta can do it (vis "by reading this you reserver the right to not talk about it...") why the hell can't I?
I am back in Hull now - I had a 4 hour train journey which was rather uncomfortable - but fortunately I had a box to sit on. The first day of rail travel since before xmas, in Birmingham, is apparently not the time to travel. I was trying to get a ramp sorted for some woman in a wheel chair (it wasn't actually me who got it in the end) and the only steward was being talked at by an angry guy - someone else approached the steward first, and the angry guy shouted "I'M TRYING TO TALK!!!" and then backed off and said "I'm sorry" - so I walked away and let them do it - it reminds me of several people - I reckon I could get like that if I was really tired, had alcohol in me, or was going through a stressful patch, but I still think he was a cunt, and probably beat his wife and forced his children to play hocky.
So I sat on my travel box in the bicycle carriage for two hours, and had a nice quite trip from Sheffield to Hull. On arrival in Hull I jumped in a taxi and went home to drop my stuff off and got back in the taxi and went straight to work until 10pm - I then had a curry with Rob, and a few beers. Sunday was spent playing videogames with Tim and Darren, and finishing Heroes series 3. Been at uni all day today - trying to write some stuff for my PhD - it's going slowly, but I'm getting somewhere at least.
Lots of excitement re new Kierononononon stuff - it's all done and dusted, although I think the song "...not a million miles away" could do with some samples of a nattering old woman over the outro - but I think it's too late now.
Some guy at the pub kept on telling me I had a face like a murderer...and wouldn't stop...so I kept asking him if he'd ever been given a propper wedgey - you know, right over the head style... he said no, then I asked if he'd ever been pulled cock-first into a lamp post... he said no again, so I asked both again, and he said if I tried he'd kill me.... who's the murderer now!
One time when I was about 8 I sat on my skateboard and went down a steep hill. I lost control and rammed ball first into a railing at the bottom - it kinda sucked.
Mahalo

goatboy • GOATBOY 1 comment

Today is £50 Secret Santa day.

Luckily, I managed the 'oh we're a couple so we'll get one together' route instead of having to fork out for it all myself.

No one can complain about a £50 bottle of wine.

wingdefence • Life 6 comments

So I leave Hull again tomorrow - probably about 9am. I worked at Gamestation between 11 and 9, and the resturant between 9 and 2 - making a 15 hour day. It's now twenty to 3 and I'm drinking some beers and packing. I have a feeling it is going to be a stressful journey.
The filming for the short film, in which I play a larconic but manipulative blood drinking cult leader has finished for now, we're doing a bit more in January. It's the first time I've acted in years, and I don't think I did the part as well as I should have.
The greasy hair experiment is still in operation, and seems to have become part of my weekly routine.
On Wednesday I went to the psychology societies christmas ball. I was the only post grad there, and I met the Irish chick from last year, and a few other people I knew - but there was a guy who has awesome trousers and long hair, so I spoke to him and his mate, and ended up staying with them for the rest of the night, including AU night, which I havent done in years, and drinking games at 4am. I woke up drunk and had to go to uni, which was a harrowing experience.
Friday was really fun, I spent the whole day pissing around with Peita making posters of some of the lecturers. I am very tired at the moment, but am compelled to stay up a bit longer, maybe have another beer, and try writing some lyrics. The EP is really serious sounding, and I think the words need to be humourous to counterbalance it, otherwise we'll just sound like a band that's taking themselves seriously, and IMO that's really dangerous ground.
PXmas is just around the corner - so I've been making preps for that - and I've got free texts all weekend, so some people will be getting spammed as I try to rinse it as much as I can.
Apparenlty I have too many distractions from my PhD, and I'm having a serious talk with my second supervisor in January - I don't think I can be totally involved in the project - if I neglect socialising, I'm likely to get depressed again - I'm actually feeling happy these days, and hermitising myself is unlikely to help...
I think that's enough for now.
Krdlolipo

goatboy • GOATBOY Leave a comment

I returned to Hull after a 9 hour trip - it took 9 hours because, despite me making double sure that the super offpeak return ticket can only be used between 3 and 7pm, the ticket office guy still got it wrong, so I had to spend two hours in London and one hour in Doncaster - so I walked to from Kings Cross to Oxford Street and back - seeing the BT Tower which always brings the words "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came" into my head - regardless, I got all of my marking done, wrote a 5 page hard copy of a blog from my weekend in Hastings, and got much further on Final Fantasy 4.

Today has been pretty uneventful - I'm meeting someone from Grimsby university (in January yes I wondered about that too) about lecturing in Abnormal Psychology in their second semester to cover staff loss and maternity leave - I also met with a collaborator regarding some Virtual Environment experiments, and did my teaching assistance job. Really looking forward to PXmas - where I will be cooking my second xmas dinner (cunningly named PXmas dinner in this instance)

On the train to Doncaster there were 2 40-50something ladies trying to operate a laptop, it had all the signs of supreme noobism, like all of the windows sounds activated, very loud speakers, and they couldn't operate the dvd player - they watched Barbie's Christmas Carol with the volume up - and were eating more snacks than even I could stomach - very loudly... that sort of thing irritates me. When I got to Doncaster, I needed to piss, so I went to the toilet and found there was nowhere to hang my shopping bag, so I held it in my teeth, blocking my vision, and ended up pissing on the floor, so I got angry and chucked my shopping bag at the door - dealing with anger has never been a strong point, and I feel I need to carry a cushion around with me to punch everytime I feel like breaking something, laying into someone or headbutting something - but then I'd be that weird guy with the cushion and get my own facebook group.

Kthx4lsntg

goatboy • GOATBOY Leave a comment

Hello.
I'm still alive.

I'm doing all sorts of procrastination at work.

...was this post worth it? Not really.

wingdefence • Life 6 comments