Summer.

I have now realised that, after about mid april, I must slather myself with a thick layer of SPF 1000 if I want to avoid burning.
I've managed to burn the front of my body, from ribs down, and I look like a tool.
Also this coupled with my random 3 hour nap this afternoon, has made me feel a bit woozy, I feel.
Everyone else except Rex (like I ever see her anyway.) is out and so the house is quiet (and a bit creepy past 9pm) and I feel like a bit of a loner, so much so that I'm actually *shock horror* looking forward to work tomorrow...but then again, it is the Sunday crew, so it's not like we'll actually do any work.
Now I'm running myself a bath of pain, actually scared enough of the burns that I have ran it almost cold.

I've been roaming around always looking down at all I see...

What a cheesy way to start off a blog, but I hate coming up with titles for anything, even scripts. I don't know why, whatever I think of just seems really cheesy and wanky-the. (wanky-the is the word to use when someone says/writes something very straightforward, but tries to make it sound all professional and smart by absolutely raping a thesaurus on every word. (Billingham, C. 2008) )
Watched a photoshoot for my housemate's comedy group (http://twitter.com/tickthebox) today photographed by my friend Fram (http://twitter.com/Effphotography) which was pretty fun...apart from when the camera was turned on me, i hate you eff.
My housemates (chris and tom) and the other Tick the Box members Dan and Casper had the photoshoot for their upcoming stint at The Edinburgh Fringe Festival due in August, which they are doing for their mandatory Professional Placement (n.b. I do not have a placement, am v. worried about it, but possibly deferring till next year...which I may regret in a dissertation haze.)
I don't really know what to do with myself at the moment. For example today, besides watching said shoot, I haven't actually done anything productive - asides from some washing - and it makes me feel a little guilty! It's only the quiet periods like this that I realise I am ALWAYS busy doing something; work, uni work, research...I know, three things isn't much, but I put a lot of time in.
And now I have nothing to do, I find myself wanting to start on NEXT YEARS WORK.
Although I suppose that wouldn't be a terrible thing to do - but it would make me even more 'antisocial' (thanks again, Fram.)

Insomnia. Again.

I, in my infinite wisdom, have come to the conclusion:

1) My insomnia is heavily related to stress.
2) This is realisation does not do anything to reduce the over all shit factor of it all.

I have just finished a massive presentation for uni, about the Family Entertainment Titan that is Walt Disney (and all its millions of tiny little subsidiaries...trust, there are LOTS.) What should I do now, I do wonder?
Sleep, seeing as I have to get up at 8am to go the aforementioned presentations?
Excellent idea.
Cue me lying in bed for a while, eyes wide open, listening to the pipes gurgling, yet again swearing oaths that I will start uni work as soon as I receive it, to save myself last minute suicidal tendencies.
On the plus side, this bastarding year of uni will be over in a matter of a week or so.

And then all I've got left to do is a 10,000 word dissertation on Fandom, two concepts (as well as developmental material) for feature length movies, and PDP (which they still refuse to just cancel, no matter how many shit essays they have handed in and fake blog posts I have to write...joke. Sorry Marian/Shaun/Phil/Rosie, whoever is the poor soul made to read this blog. Insomnia = bad jokes. )

Right. Sleep attempt number 2.