I have decided to buy a childs tricycle. I will carry it up to uni in the morning and a bag, and then in the evening, I will ride it down the hill. I'll probably pick up so much speed that I'll overtake busses. How much will that rock... you're sitting on a bus, minding your own business, look out of the window and see a guy on a tricycle whizzing past, knees up around his ears, accompanied by a barely audible scream.

How come the internet is so bloody boring? There's nothing to do, apart from read news sites, refresh them waiting for them to do something, and make crap diary posts. Nobody talks to me online any more, or leaves comments in this thing either; I just guess I'm either too boring, or you lot are too busy laughing at my face.

OK, so here's the deal. As soon as you read this (yeah, right now), send me an IM/email/message/letter saying where you are and what you were doing before you read this. That's an order. And once you finish reading this entry, post a comment to it saying 'Moo!'. I want to see hundreds of comments just saying 'Moo!'. OK? Good.

Boredom factor 9! Capt'n, she canny take much more!

Hmm, what can I do now?

I know, I'll write everything I think about over the next 10 minutes in here:

I'm bored.
I think i'll listen to that mp3 again.
I'm bored.
My eyes hurt, I think I'll take out my contacts soon.
I'm bored.

OK, that's 10 minutes up. See, told you I'm bored. I think I'll go write some code. Because it's not like that's boring or anything...