End of the world?

So, tomorrow is the end. Or at least that's what Harold Camping would have you believe. So I thought I had better get one more blog out there before it all ends, you know, just for all those good'uns who are about to ascend into heaven in a great golden beam.

I've finally finished my degree (so long as I don't fail the exams I've just taken). My last exam was yesterday, and as a result I've spent my 'last few months' working away instead of indulging (perhaps the distraction away from debauchery might just lead to my ascension to the fluffy white clouds?).

Right now seems an appropriate time to share a video my friends and I used to love.




It's a shame they missed out the beaming of the 'good' in that video. Could have been a true prophecy, though I think that was best left to Rebecca Black who rightfully predicted our last day to be Friday. And to think we all laughed at the fine-vocalled thirteen year old with lyrically gifted songwriters.



I don't know about you, but I think regardless of what happens, it's definitely near the end for Harold Camping. He's more than on his old legs? Perhaps this is all some hideous conspiracy to cover up his impending death and make everyone believe he's only pegged it because he's the chosen one to find his place in heaven? I'm watching the film of Stephen King's It, and to be honest partying down in hell sounds preferable to watching this. Tomorrow sounds positively exciting, maybe?