Party at Scott's! Ate: too many Pringles, burgers, sausages, but eh. Drank: one glass of white wine with lemonade, lots of Dr Pepper. It was the usual, it rained a lot, we put on intentionally crap music, then put Morrissey/The Smiths on later in the evening, hoho. Danced, sang with my homeboys. Shaun flirted, incessently. Went home 'bout 11:30ish cus there wasn't enough room in Scott's house to sleep all of us but I didn't mind. So all in all: woo!

So I learnt today that, bizarrely, and worryingly, that five- and six-year olds are responsible for more racist behaviour than any other age group in Norfolk schools. And it's like: whoa. What's the reason for this strange state of affairs? A particularly racist generation? Are they simply using the words without knowing what they mean and not intending to be racist? Or more worryingly, are they just too young to know that racism isn't acceptable and they manage to hide their prejudices as they grow up?

Recently I have been playing:
Oblivion: Phwoarr. Phhhwwoarr. Riding through a dark cold forest in the rain, passing by an Oblivion gate (which turns the sky an eerie deep red), then coming across a river with the rain causing endless ripples across the water surface, crossing with the water up to my neck and almost tasting it...
F.E.A.R.: Or rather, trying to get F.E.A.R. to work because the stupid thing refuses to acknowledge that I actually do legally own the game and the disc is in the drive. If I had actually pirated it I could probably get a crack for it in a minute, but I refuse to have to pirate something I own. Anyway, I think I've got it to work now.
Star Wars: Empire At War: I'm stuck on the penultimate Empire mission, which recreates the start of Star Wars (you have to capture Princess Leia's ship with an Imperial Star Destroyer). It's awesome cus the game doesn't let you build the Imperial Star Destroyer until right at the end. So most of the game you're using Acclamator and Victory-class Star Destroyers, which are powerful and massive compared to the puny Rebel ships, and you think "So what's so special about the Imperial-class?" Then you build it. And you first use it in a battle... and the thing is bloody enormous, dwarfing the previously massive Victory-class ones. I can't wait until the expansion pack if it includes the Executor-class Super Star Destroyer. That thing will pwn. Oh, I'm in Star Wars nerd heaven.

Also: I have learnt to play Radiohead's Street Spirit effortlessly on guitar. I am both dismayed and pleased.

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes

:D Underground Ernie! A new TV series on CBeebies which is like Thomas the Tank Engine... except it's on the Underground! Awesome. The next station is My Next LJ Entry. This train terminates here.

Oh man, legs ache.

Let's see. Went to Shaun's yesterday, sat around until we decided to head City-way. Thus we did. Met up with a shitload of people, made our way to Megazone Quasar and lost half the crowd on the way. Anyway, Quasar - played random arcade shoot-'em up, then onto the main laser-tag thingy itself. Lost. Badly. I don't think my gun was working.

Second round I did better, but still nowhere near good. Annoyed at lack of ability.

Anyway I think then we headed back home, where I sat around for two hours, before getting a lift from Shaun's dad to Frankie's sister's house. Me and Aaron were quoting Back to the Future, and were then pleasantly shocked when the theme music, Power of Love, came on the radio randomly.

Party: you know how it is. Watched Big Brother, commenting geekily, watched a bit of Titanic. Beer was consumed, though I only had a fraction of a can of something I didn't like and a sip of some godawful vodka concoction. People made out, got naked. Some of us were downstairs, some upstairs. I don't really know what did happen upstairs, but I hear someone performed a sexual act on someone, something which I am disinclined to believe but there were eyewitnesses or something.

Downstairs, us good people were watching The Nutty Professor 2. Yeah yeah. And upstairs... they were just sleeping apparantely. Frankie's sister came home and was initially cordial, but must have burst in on everyone upstairs, half-naked, and got the wrong idea. Result: painfully loud shouting, the house nearly coming down, people crying, etc. etc. Upstairs people got sent packing, but those of us downstairs were allowed to stay. The atmosphere was kinda hostile though, so we elected to head next door to Frankie's mum's house to sleep in the living room.

And what a difference. Frankie's mum simply rocks - took no offence to 7 strangers coming round to sleep at 1am, offered us tea (the tea, incidentally, was lovely), drinks, biscuits, ice cream... Turned on the TV and were delighted to discover that after quoting the film all day that Pulp Fiction was on UK Gold for no reason. So we watched that, utter brilliance. And so eventually everyone got to sleep, but sleeping in a chair is none too comfortable. And it was cold, I hadn't stolen a duvet.

In the morning we watched Saturday morning cartoons (Beyblade/Pokemon) for a while, lavishing in the hilariousness of it all. Then we watched the sublime Takeshi's Castle, which also rocks. Onwards we went, getting the bus to the city, wandering around, talking, drinking tea, crazy shit y'all. It was a good one.