Snow is Cold

Is there any way to make yourself feel less tired without having to take time out to sleep? It wastes so much time… I wouldn’t say it’s the bane of my life – more like a persistent thorn in the side, but every night it reaches bedtime too quickly and every morning I’m rudely awoken by my damned alarm.

Last week the batteries ran out in my clock and I slept through ’til 9.30 (supposed to be at work at 9). My reasoning/excuse was that I must have needed it if I was capable of doing that, because usually I wake up anyway.

It seems like it takes me a ridiculously long time to recover sleep lost, especially on the weekend. I think recently it’s been a case of chipping away at the reserves rather than pulling an all-nighter though. So why doesn’t it work in reverse? My one theory is that alcoholism reduces the efficiency of sleep by around 50%, meaning that you have to sleep twice as long to recover as much as you would normally. Perhaps this week the problem has arisen from the guys trying to poison me with a nasty assortment of shorts (one after the other) on the weekend, meaning it’s taking longer than usual for my body to clear out the toxins, so I have fewer…spare cycles? to recharge the batteries.

The other is that I’m trying to fight off a cold, hence similar reasoning to the above as to why I’m still feeling exhausted. I’m aware that I’ve only been ill once in the past 6 months (I think), and it would be the law of the sod that I come down with something now just before going away boarding again :s gah.

Perhaps a shakeup of the routine would work. Or perhaps I just need to go to bed earlier :) Certainly doesn’t help that on Saturdays I wake up after 7 hours whereas in the week I’m certain I could sleep for 10 every night. Now that’s just damn irritating. Surely though, that must relate to psychology…

And on the 17th, it was. My 24th year on earth is looking pretty good so far, and I’m in one of those moods where life is sweet, and I’m happy to just enjoy the ride…

Raaaaaaaaaah I’ve booked my third snowboarding trip of the season :D This time I’m off (back) to Avoriaz – place of the *most* near death experience of my life! Heh. Well, Avoriaz, I’m coming back for my revenge… *muha*

The lucky compatriots on this trip are Birmingham uni ski club. I guess this is a bit of a no-no given inter-university rivalry, but hey, all my other hopefuls are either skint, or unable to take holiday having recently started new jobs, so I have no choice! At least this way there’s likely to be an abundance of eligible bachelorettes :p

25th of March is the date, so now I just have to figure out how I’m going to get there and back, having booked accommodation only (I’ve done the coach journey to the Alps before – never again), so could be some more interesting travel experiences in store! 2 weeks to go…

We had a near epic night out on Saturday night – it was fantastic. Steve Lawler was headlining at the Medicine Bar in Birmingham, with Meat Katie on warm-up duty (not a bad supporting artist). I had high expectations and had been bigging it up to other potential crew members after how good the last time I went to see him in Vancouver….on June 22nd last year….oh my god, I can’t believe it was that long ago.

Thankfully we were not to be disappointed. It was pretty clear from the moment we walked in that the crowd was absolutely going to go off, and the whole room was jumping to Lawler’s dark drums for the three hours he played. Sadly, the establishment pulled the power on him at around 4.10, leaving little room for an encore, although in Steve’s credit he tried twice to play one last track before being shut down again :p

There were the normal assortment of messy to very messy people inside – par for the course – but my absolute favourite was this guy who can’t have been under 50, wearing a woolly jumper, sweating profusely, and absolutely giving it some like he was the main attraction, on the front of the stage, no less. Had to be seen.

The Medicine Bar is a place I’ve never been before, and has a fantastic layout. There’s a massive square pool in the centre of a courtyard outside, and when we came out snow was falling – beautiful. There were some wicked crowd shot opportunities too, but I forgot my camera – doh! The main room is probably only a quarter of the size of the main room at Air, at most, which probably helped contribute to the fullness of the club (it was pretty cosy at times), but still, the atmosphere was *so* much better than the last time I went to Gods Kitchen. The reason must have been that more people wanted to go see Felix Da Housecatt @ Med Bar than Danny Howells @ Gods… Hrmm. Having said that though, the people still weren’t as friendly as other places I’ve been, but that could also be down to the number of sex pests circulating around and trying to grind every girl in the club. Fuck off please. I spent a good half hour shielding the female members of our group from cocks like that… Grumble.

We managed to get a fairly good turnout in the end too, considering that in the afternoon we thought there were only going to be 2 of us going, and in the end we had a crowd of 9 (although 2 people were so off their faces that they barely count)! Also bumped into 2 Whistlerites in a pre-drinks pub in Selly Oak. Awesome.

Musically I probably slightly preferred the last time I saw him in Van, because it was a little more uplifting, but that could just be a figment of recollection as by 4am my body was shattered – my neck ached, my legs were done for, my stomach muscles pulled, and I could no longer shout due to the frequent wailing and whistling as the next track dropped :) why can’t we have nights like this every weekend? Aside from the music, the number of young people around was in such stark contrast to Cheltenham & Gloucester… I can’t wait to get the hell out of here! Soon now, soon…

Lucky number slevin. Silly title, awesome film. It has everything you could want – action, suspense, drama, comedy, romance… Go see it!

Btw Lucy Liu is hot. Don’t tell me any different.