Miscellaneous

I think the thing about getting in touch with childhood friends that you haven't grown with is that once the "Omg, how are you?!" and "What've you been doing since?" talk is over, you suddenly hit a point where you have to decide whether they have a place in your life now.

Talking about old memories are great, you get to relive some of the most exciting bits in fast forward. Then you either cease to contact them for another decade or so and find them again after the aforementioned time or keep on talking to them, reintroducing them into your tightly knitted circle of family and friends. The latter usually doesn't happen. I guess memories are supposed to stay in the past.

Other wonderfully pointless thoughts include the smell in the Sherfield building. Brings me right back to the first day at IC, lining up all over the place to be registered in the course, with the bank, with the NHS. It still smells the same - like the Natural History Museum actually.

Oh and IPods. Everyone has them, but maybe it's just a really clever way of keeping track of hundreds and hundreds of consumers, like Big Brother gone global, and Apple's cashed into the governments' surveillance plans. Mwahaha. There's paranoia for you.

A lot of postgrads are pretty up themselves. Fine they're pursuing a PhD and all that, but they still sound like the big kids at school. I guess at any age you assume you know almost everything anyway, and then get older and look back and laugh uncontrollably at your own foolishness.

I gotta go draw stuff and do some homework.