Emo Stick Men...2

Summer Ball

Summer ball = awesome. I'm not sure how I can construct a stimulating and comprehensive narrative of the entire event, but I shall waffle a bit then u can look at the pretty photos. There were chocolate fountains, and burgers, and pork, and nachos, and currys, and more food than my face can handle. Plus there was alcohol of all forms, and quite cheap (tho I still spent like 30/40 quid). The Magic Numbers played, as well as campus bands, the Jazz band and other people. I think they were all good, I'm not totally sure. Unfortunately Sam had raptor fever, so wasn't feeling fantastic but I think the alcohol soon helped that. We all failed to reach survivors tho due to general tiredness, and I ended up walking home with 2 crazy guys who I can't remember anything distinguishing about them except I believe I was the pinnacle of wit, and they thought I was legendary. No doubt I was just spurting out my generic catch-phrases.

Things commenced in normal style, with a 200 pound bottle of champagne.... It was like drinking diamond encrusted gold. but in liquid form. with bubbles. and tasting like champagne.


As the night progressed, so did the guy on guy licking situations.

Crazy smiles are fun. Funner than everything, up to and including drinking your face into oblivion *nods*

Maddie and Sam on the rib crusher ride. I fear my heart got speared by a stray rib I didn't need. It's fine I walked/drank it off.

Now? Hangover central.

This interesting:

There's a social scientist, Danah Boyd, who studies social networking sites and she thinks that Facebook and Myspace seem to be for different class divisions (at least in america):

"The goodie two shoes, jocks, athletes, or other "good" kids are now going to Facebook. These kids tend to come from families who emphasize education and going to college. They are part of what we'd call hegemonic society. They are primarily white, but not exclusively. They are in honors classes, looking forward to the prom, and live in a world dictated by after school activities.

MySpace is still home for Latino/Hispanic teens, immigrant teens, "burnouts," "alternative kids," "art fags," punks, emos, goths, gangstas, queer kids, and other kids who didn't play into the dominant high school popularity paradigm. These are kids whose parents didn't go to college, who are expected to get a job when they finish high school. Teens who are really into music or in a band are on MySpace. MySpace has most of the kids who are socially ostracized at school because they are geeks, freaks, or queers" source: boingboing

I personally think MySpace is just a breeding ground for poor website design and it sux majorly. But then I'm a snobby graduate, so I'm probably proving her point. You're a cunning one Boyd *shakes fist* I woulda got you to, if it wasn't for those emo kids.

Art Gallery #1

I present to you a collection of my best arty photos that I've taken over the past month or two. You can tell they're arty because they're in black and white and have some sort of poignant underlying theme to them....



"The Stacks"

"The Human Duplicators"


"Hawking De Iceland"

"Caffeine Reflections"

On the values of circulation and dying tissue

You may think because I'm eating soup at 20 past midnight I'm a wreck of a mess of a person completely running outta sanity. I'm not sure how u inferred all that simply from me eating soup so late, but well done. You may be looking backwardly along the time line of my blog speculating the sparseness that is lingering around. Well I'm about to drown my blog in events that I have participated in... assuming I can remember something humourous to write about them.

Hopefully my lack of wordsmithery will be balanced out by some photo evidence... if I have any. Currently I'm wasting the evening/night playing dead rising, which is unsurprisingly quite poor in quality. My room is a mess as well, and its summer ball tomorrow. woo!

enough now.

Saturday In Bristol

After waking up pretty late and feeling pretty shocking all round we ventured out to the White Hart where we got some damn good value for money meals. I got a balti, tho due to a lack of rice in the local area I had to have it with chips... still yummy. And I combined the powers of Orange Juice and BLACK BLACK BLAAAAAAAACK coffee to fix me for the day ahead. On the way back we hit the Bristol Museum of Bristolia Shazam:
Here we can see an amazing mosaic of my own design, it's shown sideways to show off its multi-angle flexibility, and not because I forgot to rotate the photo....

Unaware of her impeding doom at the hands (or at least beak) of the last DoDo, Cory posed with stunning enthusiasm....

After an in depth conversation into the social and political issues facing this current generation of Bristol Resident, Simon gave out a yelp of disgust as he realised he was talking to a human with very poor photographing skillery.

Since the sun came out and destroyed the clouds we decided our only option for survival was to hit the Golf range hard, and we did. In a kind of slowly dying at our lack of control and the amount of balls we lost way. When I say we I mean me and Ad, and when I say lost, I mean swallowed by all the God damn grass around. We finally made it to the end of the course, only for me to realise that I'd parked in a prime spot for my car to be destroyed by a stray golf ball. Luckily it was fine and we galloped off to Sainsburies.

Our next plan of action involved a bbq in Victoria park (I think), which turned into an awesomely chilled evening in a nearly empty park with tunes, beer, sausages, chicken wings, burgers and football. We got back around 10, and still with the dance in our hearts we headed to Riley where me and cory beat Adam at snooker (once) and I lost drastically at Pool.

All in All an extremely successful day, bonus points to all involved!


After being thoroughly distracted by being rubbish, and playing lots of 360 I finally managed to make my way down to Bristol to meet my homeboy+gal of the Bristol variety. Met them in a nice pub called The Old Fish Market, where we had a delicious thai meal (red curry for the Tom as recommended) , from there we went on to see young Jason Mraz on a boat.

The gig was really good, and he worked the crowd like he'd done it before or something. The beer was good as well. After jamming to some mellow tunes, we went to another pub to finish the night in a pool of beer and kebab debauchery. mmmm kebab.

A night of decadence

So last night I was humbly invited round Katie and Claire's house for a slap mean, luxurious style. We began with Spanish chorizo for starter, with home made sangria which consisted of fruit, Red Wine, Orange Juice, Scotch Whiskey, Vermouth, and some more crazy spirits. Next up we had an expertly prepared chicken, prawn and vegetable paella:

which mixed the rich aromas of Mediterranean vegetables with the gentle and intricate flavours of chicken and prawn. Following this was a champagne interlude, or to be correct a delightful Asti from the Canelli Hills in Northern Italy supplied by moi:
For desert a phenomenal passion fruit cheesecake, in a heart shape! Extreme taste, and awesomeness in a bowl.
To follow were aftereight mints and a evening of brain taxing games, helped along by vats of sangria:
We first of all played Cluedo, which turned out to end far quicker than any of us remember. We then played Jenga, which I managed not to destroy like normal, much to my surprise. Finally we played some riddle game called Mindtrick, or Mindmash, or MindFuxxor, or something equally painful to contemplate, which we played until we basically drove our brains to sleep. Not before being scared shitless by a football hitting the house, and thinking the assassins were coming for me *cowers*

Awesome night.

My mp3s sorted by play count....

Guess who my favourite band is...

Maddy's Birthday

and I quote Mike: "This is potentially the greatest picture of all time. The look on Tom's face is something else."
One day my face will be normal, then you'll all be sorry! mwahahaha...

As we see I have not only the ability to have a humourous face but now I've also developed the ability to get myself in humourous situations, the world is my oyster...
or not....

Finally made it home

and look at all the wonders that were waiting for me! *snorts* like I have time to play them *Grumbles*

Xbox 360

Hey kids, you may remember me from such blogs as, "that time with the wit and intrigue" and "your face". I'm here to tell you I haven't forgotten this place exists, or that I rule, its just I'm busy and my face is on backwards. To pass the time till I can be bothered to catch up with 2 months of news, including, my birthday, the exeter reunion and "Tom has a social life for 1 night!!!" here is a list of games for my brand spanking new xbox 360 that I now own. Help me stop buying them...:

Xbox360 Games:

Gears of War
Kaemo: Elements of Power
Live Arcade
Need For Speed: Most Wanted!(preowned)
Pro Evolution Soccer 6
Project Gotham Racing 3
Splinter Cell: Double Agent (preowned)
Table Tennis (preowned)
The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
The Outfit

Xbox Games (preowned):

Dead Or Alive 3
Hitman: Contracts
Jade Empire
Leisure Suit Larry: Magna Cum Laude
Ninja Gaiden
Soul Calibur 2
Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow

Oh the worries of Genetic Programming in C.

"Enough already"

I hear you cry, "we get it. Exeter is pretty, shut up now Tom"

To which I reply "pah".

Exeter Reunion

I could pretend to remember exactly what we did, but I think it basically involved me working nearly all the time except when I wasn't. And then I was drinking. We began in the Ram, hardcore style at some crazy hour of 1 or 2. We proceeded to play some form of drinking games that spread confusion and shocking rules throughout the group and our brains.

From there we went to Alex's house and grabbed some pizzeria, which we munched while possibly consuming beer and readying ourselves for the Lemmy. We poured into the lemmy with antics and banter, and then soon I was covered in beer and Maddy and Louis were attempting to detach my legs while I was hovering above young mike. Luckily at this stage in the evening mike was half asleep and probably didn't notice. We then proceeded to quaff even more alcohol, my face fell off, Katie and her friend James was there, and so was Birthday Jack and mr trehair, and then some fights broke out. In a fit of alcoholicness I decided it was vital to get a pizza, which resulted in one of Maddys friends starting on Pete due to her foolish accusation of molestation. Unfortunately, I stepped in between them all macho, luckily Maddy called off her crazy housemate, and me and Pete won the moral victory by not having to knee cap anyone and I ate meat.

In the morning I worked even more. *shakes fist*

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