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I'm so tired that I can not go to fetch my Kobra. It is not that far but I'm that tired (exhausted, worn out, ---even: DEAD). It might be because I'm supposed to be learning day-in day-out, but I'm afraid it's not the case. It's because of a the party I've been to the other night (and the lecture I've attended at 8 a.m. in the morning).

I really envy those students who can make a serious decision and take their time to sleep over. I'm afraid I'm such a weak person that I could not miss a single class for so humble-a-reason as sleeping. Anyhow, I was one of the 9 students of the 120-something who turned up today at the EngLit+CultI lecture.

I tried to avoid the classes beginning at 8 a.m.(and those beginning at 10p.m., noon, 2p.m., 4p.m. and 6p.m., by the way) but unfortunately there were some which I could skip not. So out of the 3 possible possession of a university student (parties, sleeping, learning) I own two only.

You may not interested in all that but I don't really care. In fact, there is only one thing that ever drawn my attention; I add it as a very last word of my blog; I name the magical substance; the thing commonly known as: BEER.

Being continued

…ately. I’m going to learn for my British News Analysis course. That’s quite thought but still interesting as I’m more likely to analyze British news in my entire life than sweeping chimneys or milking sacred cows, by the by. Besides that I have 14 more subjects to discover (no list this time) so I’m going to have a calm, relaxing exam period.

I’ve just realised I’m interested in other things besides English. It would be a pleasure to have at least 3 majors and 4 minors at the same time, but I think I can’t do that. I wanted to restart university just after I finished it but the idea of learning for life is opposed by the ever current government, therefore I’m a kind of rebel - sucking out all the marrow of life.

Anyhow, I’m still in full-scale alert to learn for my only major. The main idea being not to do anything until the very last minute-and it works surprisingly well. I have a secret substance to get me through those risky times. It’s called KOBRA POWER ENERGY DRINK. I spent many days&nights with it and can’t say a word against. Give it a try!

Stream of consciousness

Hi you all out there- it seems that I'm hanging on the screen again, spending my precious time online, writing a one-line sentence as long as 150 words (not less or more: exactly 150) for the purpose of amusing Joe and the all the readers of mine who are quite large in number and eager to read my posts I put there while I'm dotcomming, Googling, Baywatching, YouTubing and -more important than any other- blogging for a Reading and Writing course in order to get at least 666 points out of 120, to pass the proficiency test with flying colors, get my PhD before my BA, be an expert on beer, teats (and I mean teats) and wedge, to get to Morocco alive and well within the next three months and many-many other purposes I rather not state here as they are my secret intentions not suitable to be published. 

On the account of the poll

As you may have recognised I called for a poll some two weeks ago. The question was about fancying Baywatch; or rather the reason why fancying Baywatch. (I think it's obvious that there is no way to dislike this particular serial so I did not offer a negative option.) 

There were as much as 9 voters: two of them are supposed to be men (or lesbians) because they went for the bodily benefits of the worthy world famous Pamela Anderson; whereas the double (four) is supposed to be women (or gay) as they only prefer Baywatch because of the Hoff.

Apart from personal highlights, there must be two film addicts who like the film for different reasons: having a perfect screenplay, being well directed or having great make-up. They've seen each and every episode as well as the two movies. Congratulations! Even I have to see some 130 episodes to get to know all...

The writer of the early episodes, Michael Berk has admitted that he wanted to educate the youth with Baywatch. Two of the voters actually saved lives at Balaton (it means at least four souls saved)!

One fellow have chosen to prefer Knight Rider, an other great piece by David Hasselhoff. Not a bad choice, but I prefer C.J. Parker to KIT.

Whatever you think, feel, read, write, do, steal, borrow, buy or sell please keep in mind that The Hoff IS A GENIUS! 

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I was hooked on a feeling for a long time. I was looking for freedom and with the help of David I did found it. He not only ended the Cold War, but he also inpireded me to develop new skills: dancing, giving interviews and fighting ninja-style. The next thing I'm going to acquire is car-washing and -further on- driving. 

David is a well known sex machine and my task is to be at least haf as good as his was/is/always will be. My former methold (waiting in a dark corner until a girl starts eying me) was rather unsuccesful, but now I know how to pick up chicks. All I have to do is to star a cultic serial (or make it two), headline a scandal and then tell the girls to 'jump in my car'. Some people are born awsome -like The Hoff; while some has to learn how to be- that's me.

There can be no text without mentioning "Facebook", please share this article everywhere in order to spread the love of this extraordinary-multi-talented-super-hero-genius! Thanks.

Not fear, not loathing, not even in Las Vegas

    
          This is a virtual image of Ádám, my loudest friend. He just can't stand not being deafening and that fact is not obviously disadvantegous. Many summer nights I found him in the dark just by following his voice. He was humbly sitting with a can and a fag in his hand -being the noisiest of all- and using the wildest variety of swearwords ever. One day he might be rewarded for it as he can combine gods and devils with all known taboos and  pervertion  (or some odd law may send him to prison). Apart from all that, he is the queen (sic!) of the hitch-hikers, the nerd of nerds and the 100 kilomerte hiker.

It's not easy to write about friendship (or -in fact- about anything) being so sleepy, knowing that there are many pages on Coospace I must read, some others I should read and some that are not on Coospace but I have to read them and I even have to write about some texts and learn another while not forgetting to get my own life as well as one of a millionaire, one of a rockstar and one of a prime minister. In order to arrange all this (and much more) I just stop blogging immedi