I'm desperate. Which colour do I set as background or whatever it's called? How does this works? How do *I* work? Confused.

So, what's the big idea? I'm struggling to understand how to choose an image to use as mosaic to have a decent blog, plus it's setting its own width without my consent which is slightly annoying me, but nevermind the pinprick, 'cus there are bigger ones. Pricks, that is.

Firstly, university. Ah. Yes... it might sound like I've got everything under control, but that's far from reality.

The more days pass, the more gullible I feel. "Do you really think this will work out, you idiot?!" Is what I have in mind these days. Especially when you see stuff like "1000 apply worldwide, but only 25 places are available" which basically means -from my very thin knowledge of maths- that I have 1/40th of a chance to get in.

Then again, knowing how shit I am at Maths and how we've only just started Probabilities last week, I might well be wrong, right? Whatever. The chances are thin is what you must keep in mind. The worst part is when you read about these people who've been PUBLISHED or have done summer courses and such things. Seriously, the only thing I've had published are the articles I write myself on my blogs. And I publish them by pushing a button that says "PUBLISH" - myself. And that's far from being relevant, because when I do write it's about irrelevant stuff.

E.g.: This article.

Also, to secure a place, I need to send a copy of a literary work I have written. 10 pages minimum, 16 maximum, 2 pages long commentary on it.

Alright, then. Dead easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy! No, but seriously. The thing I've posted over here might be interesting, but it isn't too academic. I'll try and keep it up though, just for the sake of learning how to write properly; I'm that selfish and self-centred.

Speaking of fish, am I the only one noticing the sea-based theme of them monkey boys on their new album? Oh, really?

"Yours is the only ocean...that I want to swing from"

Crying Lightning video (please don't mention the hair again)

Er... I've ran out of arguments but I had a few more up there (up there being in my head, if anything)

Other sea-related fact; my room looks like it has suffered a Tsunami. And it sort of has, in the past few month. I'm a relatively lucky survivor... I have a big window and can waste my time away watching bees, and trees*, and wishing of empty seas. Ok no, it's not here I need to get all poetic... point is, my room is messier than my head, and that's no pretty sight. If this were a cartoon - my life that is, but it's more like a circus than a cartoon if anything - , I'd have steam coming out from my ears quite often. Just picture that, steamy Marianne. Fact I'll bring that idea to life in a sec.

And further prick; Entertainment. Can I have a bit of it please? Preferably something positive... the only Entertainment I seem to be getting now is from people who propose stuff when really they don't want to do them. If you don't want to do not say FROM YOUR OWN WILL that you will. The easiest way would be to ignore someone utterly. Which you're kind of doing, but sort of not. Here, just screen me and it'll be sorted. Like, erase me, block me, insult me, get it over with. Seriously, I'd rather have you act like a dickwad so that I can comfort myself saying "pff, he was a dick anyway, his loss" than "oh, but maybe he has an excuse". Your excuse is you're socially and emotionally retarded, that's it. But being a dick from scratch would have made it easier. Mind you, I find you a mind-wrecking bastardly fury titcaked dickwad anyway now, so it's all good.

Errr, anyway. I've managed to make a 1000 lines article out of 2 months of nothingness. I guess that's what writing is about. Seriously, what was Rabelais' point with Gargantua? 54 chapters from womb to tomb? I'll have an autobiographic go at that. Once it's honed, I'll send it to the unis and try to make them publish me, and will win the Nobel Prize *cough, yeah right*

Anyway, I should probably buzz off, in case I doze off, which is what's happening at the moment. You know that moment when you're reading a book in class or something, and you enter a semi-lethargic state, and feel your heart slow down, and your breath very closely, and get all dizzy and start squinting and struggling as you try to keep up with the page/paragraph/line/word? You know when the teacher asks you to take over the reading right this second? This is what's happening. And I know you're so lovely you wouldn't want to spoil this access to pure Nirvana for me. So ZzZ I go. This is just the beginning dears. It is. And the end, has no end.

In return to you allowing me to sleep, I'll spoil you with a few amazing live performances I've been enjoying to bits these days. iPod is overworked, methinks. This should make up for those of you who didn't attend Pukkelpop... It was trick or treat last week! So here are the visual kudos.