Assorted thoughts:

Sooo, not written anything in a while! Nothing really mind-blowing to put down (because, clearly, my other posts are utterly mind-rapingly incredible and will be the basis of a future religion centred around the Goddess Katy Perry and her prophet, Thomas! Ahem...) so just going to write some musings from my lovely, misshapen head...

Well for one thing, Winter is a comin'! (Yep, I'm gonna talk about the weather, Britishness ftw!) I absolutely love Autumn and Winter, everytime we get to this time of year I feel as if there's magic in the air and in my veins and as if anything is possible. I think these feelings are partly just inspired by the beauty of this period in the year. Especially in lovely Scotland! Show me a more beautiful sight than the Scottish country in the winter and you'll have discovered a gateway to the magical land of Narnia! Then there's the cold... I love the cold... To most people it's uncomfortable, and reminds them of winter as a bringer of death: the dying leaves etc. I view it differently. The cold comes and banishes the scorching heat of the summertime...
So yeah, very excited about the coming winter! I feel this great romanticism and magic surrounding the period, which is pretty special considering I'm a cynical, atheist bastard!

Another thing on my mind (and everybody's!) is money, or as I like to style it, "moneh." Ironic isn't it, that now that I'm at uni with a decent income I have far more money woes! Money brings with it obligations and responsibilities; rent (for your parents if you live with them still), food, christmas presents for others, nights out etc. It's good though as it's forcing me to re-evaluate my frivolous attitude towards to moneh...

Well, that's it I guess... Have many other thoughts I could write but I'm too tired to sort through them and turn them into some kind of readable passage... Laters!

Beautiful speech:

Just wanted to post this speech by Mario Savio:
"There comes a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take part; and you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon all the apparatus, and you've got to make it stop, And you've got to indicate to the people who run it, the people who own it, that unless you're free the machine will be prevented from working at all."
A beautiful piece of oratory...