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Right then. Credit were credit is due.
Today was a nice day. Not the classes or what was on tv but /and I should whisper it/ the weather. Yes, it was. No sarcasm or anything, it was nice.

Description:bright blue clear sky, sunny with no wind. Alittle chilly but warm enough to be outside without thinking 'it's baltic'.

Now that is what I want. If it's not summer, then I want the days to be like that. Simple.

And that is the root of my 'complaining'...we never get days lke today that much. Instead, it's wet, windy, dark and miserable. Today wasn't and well played the weather for deciding that.
Keep it up.

Can you see where I'm coming from now?
...today was the same as winter in Korea /well, it gets colder in Korea/ but the point i'm making is I quite liked winter there because it was clear, bright, often sunny and dry.

*...newsflash...was sorting out my inbox when I came across an email from June from a certain Munro. In it he said 'You have to come home: 1. (not going to tell you what he actually said in number 1) 2. So we can grumble about the weather...'
Clamped ya bam!
I have it in black and white...you actually gave me permission to 'grumble' about the weather if I came home!**

Fleeting

All this 'mind-games' that go on before a footy match. What a pile of poo. Nonsense really. Most of the time it is there to make a headline and sell some newspapers. Case in point Barcelona Vs. Chelsea. Mourninho pointing out that one of his ex-players - Gidjohnsen - has somehow 'learned' how to dive and get penalities now that he has joined the notoriously diving Barcelona team. Perhaps.

Now then Mourninho, that is somewhat rich coming from yourself. After all it was one Porto team under his influence who saw fit to dive and time waste at any opportunity. Evidence>? UEFA Cup Final Vs. Celtic. Vs. Manchester Utd. at Old Trafford. The list is actually quite long.
But now he proports himself to be this 'saint' in which his Chelsea team would never get involved in such unsavoury incidences. Ever. The only dive you would see is when he sprints along the touchline and kind of stumbles to his knees and slides in his suit along the turf as if he has just won the World Cup. Instead, all that happened was Drogba scoring in injury time.

Hmm. Arjen Robben anyone?
Let he who is perfect cast the first dive.

I got soul but I'm not a solider.
I got soul I got soul i GOT SOUL.
But i'm not a solider but im not a solider but i'm not a solider.
igotsoulbut imnot a solider/igotsoulbutimnotasolider.
soul-solider.got but not.

i got soul but i'm not a solider
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i got soul but im not a solider.

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.all these things i've done.haha.done.

Publish

Isn't the weather fu_ing wonderful.

I mean truly outstanding. It seems like I've been transported to the Med. without even getting on a plane. Remarkable this global bloody warming nonsense. I even put my shorts on just so I could fully get 'into' how amazing the warm front was. I don't think I can fully articulate the feeling of having 'nice' weather and actually reporting the fact that is soo good. It's so uplifting. I felt that I was up there - with the minimal cloud cover, in a carefree place. Can everyday be like this?

Perhaps I'll just pretend that everyday is like this. Yes, that's what I'll do.
The sun beating down, the light touch of wind and a faint smell of dew on the grass. The intense blue in the sky, akin in colour to the sea in a distant, far off lagoon. How could the weathermen not have predicted this, particularly with their high tech tools?

I can hardly wait to see what joys lie ahead in the coming days...surely nothing can come close to the conditions of the past few days, in terms of it's sheer beauty. If it does, then we are indeed a lucky bunch. Perhaps as lucky as once in a lifetime. Incredible. It's times like these that poets start becoming poetic...there sitting with their dictionaries trying to come up with new adventures in language to fully capture the moment. One might come close to perfection but how can you capture perfection? Langauge isn't enough.

Bollocks innit.

Drain

The last of my boxes from Korea arrived...better late than never I guess. I wasn't sure what was in them. Couldn't have been very important since they were sent 'slow'. I suppose they weren't 'that' important. I might change 'important' to 'poignant'. Evidence of a previous life that is no longer exists.

Shirts and ties collected over the course of 2.5 years of having to wear them to teach at Uni. I don't have much need for them these days.

Whilst the 2nd box contained some textbooks and some long forgotten photos of times...well, lets just say 'previous' times. Pictures that I didn't realise I had.

Funny how the small things set you back.

Exploited

You know you're going to have a bad day when:
1. You just get out of the front door to see the number 27 bus driving away into the distance.
2. You walk further down the road to in order to get a number 5 bus, only to see it drive away in the distance.
3. You get to the bus-stop and await the next 27 bus only to find that there is a random old women standing next to you who decides that she wants to 'chat' about how long it took her to see the doctor this morning /apparantly he was late because there was roadworks/...thankfully, her number 4 bus came almost immediately.
4. You get to Uni. and notice that the stuff you need in order to get other stuff done, is actually still lying in the house.
5. Oh yeah and the weather is mingin'.

plenty.

Oh...got an email from my Professor. Was delighted - after all he did say that he would contact me but in the back of your mind you know that he is only saying that so that he gets me off his back. Anyway, the proposed meeting for Thursday has /shock horror/ been put back to Monday morning at 10.15. Right when I'm meant to be having a Statistics class.

Gives me an excuse not to go to Statistics though. Every cloud/silver lining?
Plus, gives me a few more days to prepare myself for the fact that I probably won't be any wiser when the meeting is over. In fact, I'll probably be more confused than when I started but that is the chance you take with academics. Some are wonderful and have a teaching slant, others though are only concerned about their research or book or journal and have no real affinity for teaching or even interacting with their students even if they only want to ask them a question.

At least my winter clothes have arrived. Only taken since the 3rd week of August to get here. Not bad, all things considered. Just in time for the crappy weather to kick in.
Oops, shouldn't mention the weather, I just get abused.