My hilariously shit bike :D

On the way to uni yesterday my bike decided to die. I laughed when it happened then said 'fuck'. I also said fuck numerous times on the remaining journey to uni, and home today. (i left it there overnight, i was too tired to be bothered with it.) There is a list as long as my arm of whats wrong with it, the most pressing is probably the handle bars. But heck, how is cycling meant to be fun if you don't crash into almost everything. Still got home though, so its all good :) and i still got to go really quick down the Apsley hill thingy.... hell looking like a tosser because i had to lean hell forward to stabalise the steering! XD

I also have been doing a lot of not going to lectures recently. This morning i gave it an attempt, was so bored in the first lecturer repeating every sentence like 5 times, and explaining irrelevant things. It was so bad i was looking forward to the second to get something off my mind. Just for the topic to be "how Reality TV is Reality TV because its not a different genre, but a combination of many genre's put into one big one called 'Reality TV'". That lecture was meant to go for two hours, i got up in the breack in the middle, walked out, walked to the queer room. It made me think. Am I in a year 10 media class, or a lecture about how technology is meant to influence the psychology of society?