BSc Artificial Intelligence & Robotics
I probably play League of Legends too much. (GashNet EUWest)
Kettlebells and bodyweight squats, son.
Presentation today. Final exam today. Braai today (or a bbq for the rest of the world). And apparently some kind of pool tournament where all three BnB’s get together and the losing house has to jump in the pool.
Oh and heavy drinking today.
Being the bassist in Nirvana must have sucked. The Nirvana lineup consisted of Kurt Cobain, Dave Grohl and that guy on bass.
I finally beat the Elite 4 on the plane journey over here. I started playing again yesterday since we did a fair bit of travelling so I could play on the journey and I managed to catch myself a Mewtwo and a Zygarde.
What shall I do next? I’m thinking the Looker Bureau quests unless anyone knows something more fun? Also if anyone wants to do some trading I’m totally up for that but you’ve got to bear in mind I’m running on African internet right now.
I miss my shit. I miss my laptop. I miss my car. I miss my girlfriend. I miss gaming. I miss the freedom of being able to just go out and do something. I miss the shit weather.
I’m just bored of South Africa and being stuck in this office for 12 hours a day. At least I’m home next week.
Right up until 9:14 PM on November 22nd, 1987, what appeared on Chicago’s television sets was somewhat normal: entertainment, news, game shows. That night, as usual, Dan Roan, a popular local sportscaster on Channel 9’s Nine O’Clock News, was narrating highlights of the Bears’ victory over the Detroit Lions. And then, suddenly and without warning, the signal flickered up and out into darkness.
I’m ill as fuck in South Africa. Constantly tired. Throwing up blood. Stomach pains. Can’t eat.