Who you gonna call?

Well... Nobody. Just watch this, and proceed to scream like 10 year old fanboy at its extreme awesomeness.



In other news there is probably far too much going on in this blog page now, but fuck it, I like it. It makes it slightly more interesting than those damn bland single-colour blogs with no imagery or other EXCITING features like my live twitter feed over on the right and down a bit, or the POINTLESS xbox live card that is there for the entire purpose that it shows I am on xbox live and nothing else. There also that rather good looking fellow stood just to the right who is infact my xbox live avatar, and will probably change weekly depending on what mood I am in, the length of my hair, and whether or not I have bothered to shave. As you can probably tell I am infact INCREDIBLY bored with very little else to do with my time, hence this unusually long and cynical post that leaves me with little else to say.
Well, other than the fact I am going back to uni tomorrow, which in itself is highly UNEXCITING to the point where dying in my sleep would be slightly more interesting. A distinct lack of Wednesdays off and a RIDICULOUS increase in the number of lectures, combined with the distinct lack of anything interesting ever happening on campus, means I will probably return to Poole in 3 weeks with the IQ of an amoeba and a constant drooling expression akin to any zombie in any zombie film ever produced about FUCKING ZOMBIES. By this point you may have realised I am not actually that impressed with my university to the point that I have come incredibly close to walking out on the course more times that I can count on a single hand in the past few months, which is an incredibly high number for me to contemplate doing something without actually forcing this poorly planned idea into action at the speed that space shuttle was going when it EXPLODED on re-entry into the atmosphere resulting in a FIRERY BALL OF DEATH. Which is generally how most of my plans end up. FIRERY BALLS OF DEATH.
So returning to university with the offer of 1-on-1 portfolio sessions with an IV is not my idea of fun as if I were to partake in the 1-on-1 session with an IV I would most likely end up punching them in the face before wielding a chair like a baseball bat and sending them flying through that giant plate-glass window in G60 that has spent the past 18 months begging me to smash it for no fucking reason AT ALL. Fucking Emo Window.

I apologise for this incredibly long and ranty blog that doesn't really go anywhere but I needed to blow off some steam and my bocks are packed ready for uni and I really can't be bothered to unpack them and then repack them, which would result in tedious minutes wasted when I could infact be blowing people's heads off on Gears of War. As you may have noticed, I have spent far too long without writing a blog, and have spent far too much time today watching ZeroPunctuation reviews and laughing my head off like a 10 year old on 3 million E-numbers who has just seen someone cycle at high speed into a brick wall. Goodnight.