lincoln

I'm going to stop posting on this blog. Not like I regularaly posted, but /give a shit.

I have a new one instead to showcase some of my cool shit - UTmaps, music etc.

chatz

http://v1king.chatango.com/

everyone should sign up

das musik.

me and mina formed a band. we're called GROPËFEST, and we pwn.

mostly, we procrastinate. so far it's just me and her.

it's over.

my exams are finished. I now have very few reasons to return to the LRSFC campus.

i'll keep this short and sweet: to all those who made my time there worthwhile - teachers, staff, friends and random other students - thank you. you shall never be forgotten.



on a slightly less sombre note, time for some well-needed (and much deserved) r&r.

runrun

stayed at mina's on wednesday night. we were awake until the early hours of the morning doing precisely fuck all.

oh, except that we went for a late-night adventure which turned into an 'oh fuck' situation when faced with a couple of dead-end pitch-black alleyways in an area of cambridge that i'm not familiar with. next time i'm going to sellotape LED torches to my face before we go out wanderin'.

oh yeah, and she got a 360, so she sucks considerably less. which is to say that she's cooler than you fucks anyway, but now even more so.

i like mina because she's one of the few people that comes close to tolerating my bullshit. also she's intelligent, and our conversations range from deep philosophy to debating the validity of certain memes, and giggling at terrifying harry potter fanfic on t'interwebz.

woman... you are quite cool.

also: for any of you that care (no one), i've picked up work on my short story again. it's not 'quirky' or 'funny' like any of the bullshit that's written by most of you scene-o twatblankets - the emphasis is on realism; i.e. my actual life told from a third-person perspective, with the mediocrity, boredom and stupidity left in. i'll post it here at some point.

there's this girl I know

her name is emily, and she is made of win.
even if she does think that soul asylum is country -.-

srsly she rules
harder than you
harder than me, for that matter
oh wait, not possible
i am the closest possible thing to god
but she still comes pretty damn close.

ipuke.

wait, what?
okay, so I've been playing around with iTunes for the sheer hell of it and it isn't actually half bad.
well okay, it's so i can take my mum's ipod to nyc without having to take her tunes with me (won't explain how i'm going to make this work - cba). and okay, it's currently converting half my media library to a different (inferior, proprietary) format, which is why i'm fucking glad I made an 'original' backup of my music library.

mac users, you have once again defied my expectations. you still fucking suck horribly and should die in a fire, but to a slightly lesser extent now. until mac gets a cohesive menu system, though, i'm staying the fuck away.

it's been a while.

looking back, i realise now that thinking that i'd have the effort or the brainpower to post frequently was just foolish. for now, here's a quick life update, though no-one reads this, so i fail to see the point.

- new york on the 31st. of this, I am fucking excited. cannot wait to crank up the beastie boys and stroll through brooklyn.

- haven't played WoW in a while, thinking of quitting (again, temporarily) to focus on the last 6 weeks of college. other than that I've really enjoyed playing the paladin class - a self-healing warrior-priest who has dps potential similar to mages on irresistible damage, woop.

- i need to fix my life. must work moar.

- lincoln uni, if I get in, will be off the fucking chain.

- scandinavia this summer, and potentially again for NYE 2010 (copenhagen), will also be slick as shit.

- need to get GR website hosted. have finished flash site, blah blah blah, but need to stop dithering and just do shit.

- i'm very ill, and am coughing up phlegm regularly. this does not bode well. i need to get fitter than this.

- uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh



viking out, for now.

just a little rant.

i have a passionate hatred for people that treat facebook like myspace. i know too many of these fucking people and it's not even funny anymore - every time i sign in, i get a fuckton of status updates and notifications like

'ballsack arsefuck mcdickwad tagged you in the note titled "OmG WeRe SoOoOoO CoOl <3333>-._---__"

and well, you know how those attention-seeking teenage girls are with their keyboards. the fact that they've tagged me in that shit means that i'm actually almost obliged to post a note of my own, because most of these notes are replacing myspace bulletin quizzes.

part of me thinks to let this slide for the sake of free speech - after all, social networking depends, in my view, entirely on the people that person associates themselves with. for instance, me and my friend jaycee constantly troll each other publicly, but we keep the typing well-structured (i realise here that i'm not using capitals with the exception of the 'CrAzYtExT' above, fuck you) and cut out bullshit like hearts, smiley faces made using the equals sign and shit like that.

seriously, CTSO. no-one cares what you're doing right now or what's on your desk. if you really have a desire to let us know what you're doing, use the status feed - and make it short, or fucking type properly you twats.

i'll probably post more on this later but i'm tired and ill.

talent.

I wish I had some.

unfortunately I don't, so I will now recommence watching rambo 2 and drinking pepsi.



isnt this blog so fucking exciting?

lauren is fucking witty.

Vikíng says:
pro
Lauren says:
con
Vikíng says:
black
Lauren says:
white
Vikíng says:
penis
Lauren says:
:\
Lauren says:
*thinks*
Lauren says:
thats a hard one...
Lauren says:
see what i did there?? :D:D
Lauren says:
:P
Vikíng says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

origin.

just a quick one because I'm in the middle of something right now.

f.e.a.r. 2: project origin just hit shelves, and subsequently my lovefilm rental list. played the demo, thought it was fucking pro. looking forward to it.

paladin is level 22 now, gonna start levelling properly again tonight now that I have energy drinks and fuck all else to do.

the shakes.

just a short one today, it's going to be fucking boring - but i have the booze shakes and need to shoot some people online before I feel better. basically I went out and got shitfaced last night to celebrate my 20th, met some wicked people, got blown off by some people (fuck you guys, seriously) but generally had a laugh. more details to come, but i felt like updating for the hell of it.

anxiety.

this is going to be a shitty post but I've just realised that I'll be 20 in about 43 minutes.







fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

I'm off to bed before I am aware of this shit.

to those of you that are coming to the pub on friday, you guys are awesome. it's a pity that people from denmark couldnt make it, but oh well, we'll see you in the summer, anduin :D


p.s. I know I won't technically be 20 until about 7.09pm GMT (ofc) tomorrow, but who gives a fuck? the whole day counts.

i actually hate people who say fucking stupid shit like "i was born in the wrong era, i love everything about the 1950's!"

i wish you were born in a different era aswell and lived in the 50's, just so you'd be closer to your death-bed instead of anywhere in my life.
coincidentally, i love everything about the 1950's too; i just simply love the korean war, juvenile delinquency, partial continuation of post-wwii rationing and the iron curtain!

people say that burlesque dancing is more than just taking your clothes off; it's a celebration of the female form and indepedence. these people are probably those who make complaints about the male-dominated society in which we still live today, then claim to love the 50's, which embraced patriarchy with open arms; man goes to work, woman pops out snotfaced spawn and lives as a glamourous housewife... because clearly they all tottered around in heels whilst making cupcakes, wiping their children's shitty arses and scrubbing pans.


wearing your hair in a quiff, wearing peep-toe shoes, shopping in charity shops because then you're wearing 'vintage' (ie: piss-stained clothes some granny died in), claiming to be a 'model' and/or taking part in yet another boring and shit 'burlesque' act, does not mean you love everything about the 1950's.


and you're not a model, you're a twat.. it's not 1950 anymore, now take your excessive materialism and false ideas of history and fuck off.

i rule.

this evening I:

cooked curry
ate curry
drank a stupid amount of fanta orange
shot people in far cry 2
shot people in far cry 2
shot people in far cry 2
went for a walk
shot people in far cry 2
added to my lovefilm rental list
played warcraft III for a bit
came on here

my life is fucking brilliant.

teh internets and other crap (tired)

sup guys.

just finished a weekend with mina - it was pretty cool. we watched all of garth merenghi's darkplace and ate an exorbitant amount of junk food. I played some gears of war 2 and she laughed at parts of it whilst playing locoroco 2. we watched night watch, which is a pretty good film. we also wanted to watch brick, but she misplaced the dvd somewhere - so we ended up watching My Name Is Earl and dylan moran instead. also, after much QQing by her, we watched Ghost Ship, which I have seen like a bazillion times.

I calculated that we spent pretty much exactly 48 hours in each others' company. this was very much win, but things got a little intense when her PSP battery ran out, so I went to take a shower while my pc ran a disk check.

I've just realised that it's 7 minutes to ten and I need to grab a shave, a shower and some shut-eye.

Viking out.

first blog here EVAR

sup guise, viking here. mina's here too, she's playing locoroco, it scares me.