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Hello and welcome to two thousand and six anno domini.

I'm having difficulty typing around the piles of cans and bottles on my desk. Not only was it a good mate's birthday, but also the first New Year's I was over 18, so I've spent two days drinking. This blog will be ridiculously inarticulate and rather boring I predict, because of the alcohol. Look, it's making less sense every sentence. Anyway, the state of my life is as follows: uni is funky fresh and generally good, I have a new computering device, and I have a lot of games consoles. Christmas simply paid for them all a bit. I'm endeavouring to be a trendy fellow laden with technology to wow and amaze random passers-by, and so far it's going as planned. I own my first pair of jeans, and have a total of seven handheld games consoles, plus an MP3 player and PDA. Hang on, it might be eight consoles. Does the Pocketstation count? I don't know. Anyway, yes, consoles galore, I can even play Xbox system link games against myself, that's how much crap I now own.

Running out of things to say already. I need some good inspiration for a blog entry that will return to the glory of the olden days. Oh well. There's talk yet again of another Ninjaz reunion, but how much content will be produced remains to be seen. We now have at least two guitarists, two or three vocalists, no drummer and no bassist. Just like every other band of adolescents eh?

Okay, I'm tired and full of a curdling mix of Red Square and Carling, so I'll try and reach the post button before I pass out on my keyboa