If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls, and will furnish it with soft red interiors, from the inside out and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jewellers felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love does not exist, and I have tried everything that does.

(J. S. Foer)

This morning 10:58
Elest: If I'm gonna royaly screw this exam up, I shall royaly screw it up with style. Therefore I intend to have a coughing fit in the exam hall, the duration of which I shall send all of my stationary flying, fall out of my chair, topple my table and the table next to mine over in an attempt to get back up, fail miserably at it, fall on my face and pass out in a glorious climax of coughing, wheezing and chocking out a few final lines of 'I'm the only gay eskimoo-ooo-ooo in my triiiiibe.' :)

Post Jap exam 17:00
Elest: ...

Now 19:10
Elest: That was not funny.

Right, well the question begging to be asked is thus: Why has the blog hype, suddenly fizzled out? I don't know.
Next question: why is Elest suddenly writing here again, after all she hasn't written here for almost a month now, and she didnt write anything memorable or comemorative on her last day of uni, or even on her essay deadlines. So why now? I will tell you. Because she finds herself at uni with a lot of time to kill. Gordy is having a meeting.
Personally I would say today is warm, however, its the wind you see, that makes it a bit chilly every now and then and blows the clouds about the sky, solely to spite me by casting a dark shadow over where ever I happen to be. Nah actually, I'm just taking the piss. Subhanallah!
Now, in addressing the issue at hand, which is life, as always, can Camus's take on the myth of Sysiphus be described quite simply as human resignation? I don't know, it's worth ponderring over a fag though. Meanwhile, I think I'm vaguely hungry...I also happen to hav a box of baklava here with me, but its not mine.
(Sombrely takes out a Terry's Chocolate orange from her bag. Scrutinises it. peals off sme of the foil. scrutinises it once agin. hesitantly takes a bite. chews. considers the taste. chews again.) ...OH MY GOD THESE TERRY'S CHOCLATE ORANGE EGGS ARE DELICIOUS! (takes another bite, with very less enthusiasm. chews. considers it. )...so why the hell am i not enjoying it then? What is wrong with you Elest?
Pish.