Accor­ding to Erdö­sism, a TRIVIAL BEING is a “per­son who does not do math”

Erdos
Erdös is con­si­de­red one of the grea­test mathe­ma­ti­cians of the 20th cen­tury; his name is repu­ted to be on more math papers than any other per­son. He wrote or co-authored 1,475 aca­de­mic papers. His absent-mindedness was as legen­dary as his mathe­ma­ti­cal skills. On a trip to Cal­tech, he sup­po­sedly lost his swea­ter twice in one day.

Didn’t know that did you?

Having just spent the most won­der­ful days with my awe­somly spe­cial lady friend in Lon­don, I now return home again to await the arri­val of Christ­mas. Our house seems very un-festive this year, we only have the tree up and one set of lights. We are all gene­rally too lazy to stick pins in the cei­ling — shame. Plus it already seems like I have had my Xmas — the whole uni­ver­sity event being overwhelming.

I have no clue what gifts I shall receive, I hope for many a thing, yet Santa will most likely crash his rein­deer in South Africa before reaching my roof­top. Wha­te­ver that means. I also have a large gift arrest in the fridge that somewhat puzz­les me.

Have seen LOTR the third ins­tall­ment “The Return of the King”. I wai­ted two years for it and it was worth it. One of the best films I have seen in a long time, and one of the best blockbuster-epics ever. 9/10. I saw it in an old-ish cinema that allo­ca­ted us seats, wished us a merry Christ­mas and came down the isle selling ice cream and pop­corn, truly wonderful!

This is an album cover by Anathema. I like it.

This car is UGLY. I hate it. What has hap­pe­ned to it?

I hate things like this. A car should get you from A to B with rela­tive luxury as an option. That car is just wai­ting to be keyed by some girl called Mer­ce­des who has been insul­ted cause they are impl­ying she is black with fat gold ear rings and two wipers to clean her giant rim­med glasses.

I’m home again. From uni­ver­sity. 10 weeks of work and slum­ber and fun fun fun in the sun sun sun. 10 weeks of no TV, 2 months of glo­rious time spent with my spe­cial lady friend (aka queen of alli­te­ra­tion or “I’m cold”) that I now miss muchly. 10 weeks of coo­king my own food, 10 weeks of buying and carr­ying my own food home across cam­pus. 10 weeks of doing laundry at the laun­drette, 10 weeks of lear­ning how to peel pota­toes. But that’s all over… until January 5th. Oh how I shall miss our corri­dor events such as “pan­cake night” and the birth­day par­ties and the christ­mas meal and the faji­tas night and all the other stuff I have for­got­ten for the moment. Oh how I shall miss the mys­te­rious clea­ner who stole our vodka bottle, the mys­te­rious ope­ner of num­ber 24 on the calen­dar, the mys­te­rious mag­net thief and milk stea­ler. Christ­mas was on Novem­ber 30th and it has been and gone — I have had my advent, my deco­ra­tions, my meal, my sprouts, my sec­ret santa gifts exchange, my alcohol, after eight mints and christ­mas pud­ding. Oh look… here comes another one.

Having exa­mi­ned my work sche­dule for the holi­days I have deci­ded that I should get most of it done “asap” (say aloud as ass app). So many kind christ­mas quiz­zes and tests.

Being back home I am a bit bored, mis­sing peo­ple, mis­sing action, mis­sing peo­ple to talk to, mis­sing a sho­wer and water pres­sure. Upon my return I watched TV for seve­ral hours, then deci­ded it was shit and rea­li­sed how little I mis­sed it. I don’t plan to watch much and I can live without it for much lon­ger. In other worlds, my sis­ter pou­red beer over my pre­cious 90min 800mb sil­ver pre­mium blank cds, my phone turns itself off mid con­ver­sa­tion and I am still un fit. Sis­ter coo­ked me a very deli­cious roast today though, for which I am muchly gra­te­ful for.

Currently lis­te­ning to Muse’s latest album, time is mid­night and I am lea­ving to brush my teeth and hit the sack. That damn sack!