The Holidays

Ah yes, the holidays.
The perfect time to kick back, relax and realise how slack university really is.
I mean, come on, more than a quarter of the year is spent doing absolutely nothing but don't take this the wrong way, I'm not complaining...
Merely pointing out facts.

And along with the long days of the internet drawing upon us as a direct consequence of so much to do, so much time to do it in but so little 'can be botheredness' that can be mustered, I have come to realise that, like this sentence, it is going to continue for quite a while, ignoring all sense of structure or grammatical correctness which would surely make my Yr 12 Literature Teacher shed a tear, if not because of the horrible grammar but because her eyes would be straining to make it to the inevitable period that is the oasis of this dry and desolate sentence.
But do not worry, for I can hear your cries but am just ignoring them. I have been doing constructive work over the past two weeks I have tasted the salty air of freedom.
For instance I...I...

I updated my blog! Or at least...AM updating my blog but by the time you read this I will have already updated my blog... just not yet.
Talking to the future in present tense is confusing.

But I hear you scoff, I hear your jeers, I hear your calls of 'FATTY BOOM BOOM" which I frankly find quite insulting and rude but nevertheless ignore as this is the internet and I am the better man. Oh and by the by... I believe the correct term is "Obese Boom Boom"... Just pointing that out there.

But I spit in the face of my hecklers (so much for turning the other cheek) and point out that my friend and I made CARDBOARD BOX ARMOUR!
This is as constructive as I can get.
Let me put up some pictures for you.





This was my armour, sporting a spiffy movable visor to keep my face pretty and a heavy hybrid Cardboard/PVC Battle axe that not only keeps the environment happy but the wielder even happier.



My friends armour was much more advanced than mine. An Optimus Prime inspired helmet complimented the swinging box on the end of a rope as well as his giant shield. This was all topped up nicely with his leg armour which personally I found impractical as your movement agility is greatly reduced. This led me to believe that my armour was better... you should think so too.


Later we are most likely going to don our gear and have a massive battle royal... with the two of us.
This will most likely end up in smiles, excellent footage and a ton of bruises. You are welcome to come and join us if you want, provided you provide your own armour. Unless of course we have already done it then there would be no point in inviting you as it has already happened....
Talking to the future from the present with the mindset of the future that is even more futuristic than the future the reader is occupying is hard.

A while back me and my friend made a more primitive version of the armour and tested it out. While it isn't sporting killer weapons it gives you an idea of how durable cardboard armour can be.



And as my shameless plug to our YouTube account is exposed the creativity of my mind slowly drifts down the drain into the unknown depths of despair leaving a bewildered Jeremy, slightly dazed and ever just the slightly more confused to deal with the block that has formed from the hairs of bad ideas...
Talking to me is confusing.