tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-287236422011-12-15T03:07:59.227ZA means to avoid revision. And possibly shed some dim light on just what it is that I do with my life.Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00991819042334885069noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28723642.post-1153089893762236892006-07-16T23:26:00.000+01:002006-07-16T23:44:53.776+01:00

I haven't blogged for quite some time now: approaching an aeon I think, which has led to a dilemma over exactly what I write now. Do I fill you in in excruciating detail as to what I've done? Assume you know everything? Or something else? As with most things in life it's the third option. For instance: "Are you single?"; "no"; "Do you have a boyfriend?"; "no"; "WTF???"; "I just don't like you..."

Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00991819042334885069noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28723642.post-1149755494556868762006-06-08T09:26:00.000+01:002006-06-08T09:31:34.563+01:00

So... well exams and all that jazz have finished, leaving me in something of a quandary as to what I actually should be doing. Ok: I've been successfully doing nothing for the last three years - but that was actively trying to do nothing. Now I don't even have to try, and to be honest it's something of an anti-climax. In addition it's been over two months since my last birthday. Genius! I'll have

Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00991819042334885069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28723642.post-1148900995194734402006-05-29T12:08:00.000+01:002006-05-29T12:09:55.200+01:00

I've now been awake for 4 hours. I've sepnt at least 3 of those hours looking at notes without actually doing any work. But... I am running out of procrastination techniques, so this may get very messy. Unlike my navel which appears to holding up remarkably well.

Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00991819042334885069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28723642.post-1148764957671956512006-05-28T21:19:00.000+01:002006-05-28T21:22:03.986+01:00

That's right. Today after many months of procrastination I finally acquired a new navel. Or at least adorned my existing navel with prettiness. I managed to get to Camden for midday, and then waited around for half an hour for Cat to turn up. This was quite useful as it turned out. Some bloke who I think was possibly - actually I have no idea - tried to convince me that there was a greater being

Benhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00991819042334885069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28723642.post-1148563431176797192006-05-25T14:20:00.000+01:002006-05-25T14:49:43.543+01:00

I'm sure it's a tale familiar to students the world over: the day before possibly the most important exam of your degree and you're sat there with an impressive looking (well two can be a very impressive number) pile of textbooks. you know you should probably at least open them, but learning by osmosis seems to have worked (in the loosest sense of the word) up until now, so why bother changing a

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