tooth soup

I’ve taken to writing words on my arms, hands and palms that remind me of things that happen during the day. This way I get to look at my palm with a completely confused look on my face. Then laugh when I realise what the smudged words mean – convincing everyone around me that I am in some way mentally ‘special’. It’s a good method though, I love drawing crap on myself.

If there is one kind of person that irritates me most it’s those people who don’t know how to move in a crowd. They don’t have the slightly telepathic ability required to know where the other people in a crowd are moving (and yes, I am revoking my admittance of not having telepathy for this argument). This is no more apparent than when applied to Engineers. Put them out in the open and they build big things for lots of money. Put them in a corridor and they behave like particles in a box. They jump, they slide, they have no fucking idea which side of the path to walk on. One day I swear that two engineers will walk down a corridor and end up in an endless game of Switchen©*. Which will, obviously, result in the destruction of all humankind and the extinction of the universe. Naff.

Apparently my mind has been saving up dreams for the last week or so and decided to release them all in the same night on me. It started with me running down Manning Road, except it was about 10 times longer and I think maybe I was naked except for a hoody. Somehow this spun into another dream where I was slightly more fully clothed but still running around streets. For some reason I found a copy of my physics text book lying in the road and picked it up. Then I did the circuit again and found my maths text book on top of a brick wall. I picked that up and kept running for a while before that spun into another dream. This time I was creeping through a complex/corporation, trying to find something or steal something. I saw a security guard and the dream ended. The last one was me being shown/reminded how to smoke. Go figure.

I was getting lunch during the QASP lecture break and I started reading the back of my ‘Supashake’ carton (I always do this – I’m a bored reader) when I noticed that under all the address info about where Brownes is located there was a line that read “Serving Suggestion”. Turning around the carton I was slightly confused. I’ve seen the disclaimer of “Serving Suggestion” on things like cereal packets where you have a bowl with strawberries etc on the front, but on a Supashake was a bit weird. The packet illustration shows a cow riding a surfboard in waves made up of milk and coffee beans. You’d have to be pretty bored to try and replicate that serving suggestion. Or have a very willing/intelligent cow.

Also – Mrs Random from a few posts back is called Jillian. She’s our kind of people. Which is the best kind of people to be. Okay, enough from me. Astrophysics beckons. Hoorah.
Phill

*That thing you do when you both people try and avoid and you end up swapping sides about three times before one person stands stll, you both grin sheepishly and move on.

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