and i'm still awake yet again, i really have no idea why, i stopped doing anything of any not at least 3 hours ago.
i dunno what i'm gon...actually, fuck this.
I'm going bed
Monday, 2 August 2010
Sunday, 2 May 2010
It's Been A While...
Yo there, its been a long time since we last spoke, or since I ranted and you read in slight amusement or something, but anyway, I've finally found the motivation to do another one of these (thanks go to KP here).
Where to begin? Well, lets start with where we left off, shall we?
...fuck, where did we leave off again? Ah right, yeah. So, The socialist thing didn't work out, mainly due to a lack of organisation and finding people to go drink with on Friday nights rather than turn up and go home after hoping someone would come out.
(Side note here, I'm talking to KP right now, and he's just used the horribly grammatically defective phrase 'we is', which has caused me to imagine him saying that all gangsta with that Yonner accent he's got, and I very nearly pissed myself)
Ahem, back to the actual stuff. Christmas wasn't exciting in the slightest, apart from Chloe getting horrifically smashed and producing some youtube worthy footage.
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNAE86LkvXI )
I've just watched that back, I laughed, fuck you if you didn't, you're a terrible human being.
Anyway, around early-ish November I started knocking about with Dan, Pete, James, Jonny and occasionally 'Barrycade' cameo. This actually started when Dan stalked me home from lectures one day, I shit you not, and somewhere in the alcohol fuelled pool games in Woody's we became friends, again I shit you not, for the first time since primary school, I've found a mate who has the same interests as me, except back then it was running round like a nutter and getting girls to pull their tops up in the corner of the playground noone went (yeah, that really happened). But I digress, and I can't really be arsed to think of anything else to say on this particular topic.
Anyway, moving on a bit, the highlights of the year so far definitely came a short while ago. Zebrahead were playing in March so, like any sane fans would do, me and Dan trekked up to Manchester for the weekend, now from Canterbury, thats like 300 miles, so fuck you all, and it was well fucking worth it, they were fucking amazing, one of the best bands I've seen live, on a par with Turisas, Anti-Flag and Rise Against, oh, and, I got on stage twice via the insanely fun and completely non-lethal method of crowdsurfing, then got hurled off by the bouncers who seemed to be slightly less than impressed with another pissed up idiot surfing on stage. I also saw Dropkick Murhpys when I got home for Easter, me, KP and Jaffa, and it was the best night I've ever had (that didn't include at least blowjob, that has to be said), AND I managed to get on stage without needing to be surfed across a fuckload of people, then showed of my best semi-drunk Irish jig, Skinhead ftw!
Anyway, its now baseball season, and its weird coming back and being treated like an adult, but its even weirder that people who barely acknowledged my existence before now actually talk to me, but on the mega plus side, the fat bitches from last year have finally gone, and they're not coming back (cue celebration), and the first weekend of the season was rained out, and thats given us more time to *perfect* our skills and strategy and shizz. With that then, its now the second weekend, and I have to be at the field in three hours, so I'm off.
Laters
Where to begin? Well, lets start with where we left off, shall we?
...fuck, where did we leave off again? Ah right, yeah. So, The socialist thing didn't work out, mainly due to a lack of organisation and finding people to go drink with on Friday nights rather than turn up and go home after hoping someone would come out.
(Side note here, I'm talking to KP right now, and he's just used the horribly grammatically defective phrase 'we is', which has caused me to imagine him saying that all gangsta with that Yonner accent he's got, and I very nearly pissed myself)
Ahem, back to the actual stuff. Christmas wasn't exciting in the slightest, apart from Chloe getting horrifically smashed and producing some youtube worthy footage.
( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNAE86LkvXI )
I've just watched that back, I laughed, fuck you if you didn't, you're a terrible human being.
Anyway, around early-ish November I started knocking about with Dan, Pete, James, Jonny and occasionally 'Barrycade' cameo. This actually started when Dan stalked me home from lectures one day, I shit you not, and somewhere in the alcohol fuelled pool games in Woody's we became friends, again I shit you not, for the first time since primary school, I've found a mate who has the same interests as me, except back then it was running round like a nutter and getting girls to pull their tops up in the corner of the playground noone went (yeah, that really happened). But I digress, and I can't really be arsed to think of anything else to say on this particular topic.
Anyway, moving on a bit, the highlights of the year so far definitely came a short while ago. Zebrahead were playing in March so, like any sane fans would do, me and Dan trekked up to Manchester for the weekend, now from Canterbury, thats like 300 miles, so fuck you all, and it was well fucking worth it, they were fucking amazing, one of the best bands I've seen live, on a par with Turisas, Anti-Flag and Rise Against, oh, and, I got on stage twice via the insanely fun and completely non-lethal method of crowdsurfing, then got hurled off by the bouncers who seemed to be slightly less than impressed with another pissed up idiot surfing on stage. I also saw Dropkick Murhpys when I got home for Easter, me, KP and Jaffa, and it was the best night I've ever had (that didn't include at least blowjob, that has to be said), AND I managed to get on stage without needing to be surfed across a fuckload of people, then showed of my best semi-drunk Irish jig, Skinhead ftw!
Anyway, its now baseball season, and its weird coming back and being treated like an adult, but its even weirder that people who barely acknowledged my existence before now actually talk to me, but on the mega plus side, the fat bitches from last year have finally gone, and they're not coming back (cue celebration), and the first weekend of the season was rained out, and thats given us more time to *perfect* our skills and strategy and shizz. With that then, its now the second weekend, and I have to be at the field in three hours, so I'm off.
Laters
Friday, 9 October 2009
The Morning After The Blog Before...
Feelin' like a monday...Right then, after waking up at some ungodly hour this bright and breezy friday morning (about 8am), I've decided that the people who did my timetable just plain don't like me, maybe they're related to the random girl who called me a prick in the bar the other night...maybe.
After doing what quite frankly amounts to not all that much thinking since the last one of these, I realised I still haven't found a central unifying theme for this blog. Some people use a blog to rant about the world, some people use it to rant about (sorry, 'express') their feelings and desires and about how their ex should burn in hell or whatever, and some people use it to try and affect change on the world, though this is generally limited to people with influence like, say...Barack Obama.
Me? I dunno, I reckon a bit of everything, then maybe I won't run out of things to say after 3 posts and become 'one of those people'. Now I've got no idea where to start, Uni seems like a good place, no?
I'm sitting here at this desk, listening to 'Bad Medicine' by Bon Jovi, while wondering why, maybe I'm a secret 80's hair rocker, maybe Bon Jovi is actually good, I think the first one is more likely, but I digress. I'm sitting here writing this blog post, while sniffling like a bitch due to the lovely cold I have and using it as an excuse not to go to the finance office and plead for more money/rant about student finance being shit, but the real thing that's struck me over the past few days or so isn't how nice the place is here (and it's really, really nice) or how warm it is or anything like that, its that I don't seem to miss people, especially my family, as much as I'm supposed to/other people do.
I'm not much of an emotional person anyway, as probably best evidenced by the numerous failed relationships left in my wake and my inability to hold one together even when completely and madly in love with the girl, but that's for another day entirely (and the whole sending to burn in hell thing would be tricky too, but again, more on that later...maybe). People seem to be missing someone, everyone is missing either their family, or their other half, or their old mates, or their dog or their fish or something. Dani (another housemate) has actually gone home to Spain for the weekend (now its changed to Blow by Atreyu, moving on up) because of this, and while it would be really easy for me to go round criticising people for this, given my polar opposite viewpoint, there's something about it that makes me able to 'sort of, but not really' understand. There's also the fact that everyone here is from Essex or London, which means they can go home every weekend, which to me is completely pointless, why come to University, traditionally seen as a move to gain/foster your independence, if you're gonna go back to where you came from every 5 days? Grow up and move on for fuck's sake.
It's now moved onto The Ducky Boys, and I'm now going to go and sort out stuff with the charmingly brusque people in the finance office, print some seminar stuff out, and possibly try and find out why the bathroom smells like potatoes.
Laters.
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Now playing: The Ducky Boys - Celebrate
via FoxyTunes
After doing what quite frankly amounts to not all that much thinking since the last one of these, I realised I still haven't found a central unifying theme for this blog. Some people use a blog to rant about the world, some people use it to rant about (sorry, 'express') their feelings and desires and about how their ex should burn in hell or whatever, and some people use it to try and affect change on the world, though this is generally limited to people with influence like, say...Barack Obama.
Me? I dunno, I reckon a bit of everything, then maybe I won't run out of things to say after 3 posts and become 'one of those people'. Now I've got no idea where to start, Uni seems like a good place, no?
I'm sitting here at this desk, listening to 'Bad Medicine' by Bon Jovi, while wondering why, maybe I'm a secret 80's hair rocker, maybe Bon Jovi is actually good, I think the first one is more likely, but I digress. I'm sitting here writing this blog post, while sniffling like a bitch due to the lovely cold I have and using it as an excuse not to go to the finance office and plead for more money/rant about student finance being shit, but the real thing that's struck me over the past few days or so isn't how nice the place is here (and it's really, really nice) or how warm it is or anything like that, its that I don't seem to miss people, especially my family, as much as I'm supposed to/other people do.
I'm not much of an emotional person anyway, as probably best evidenced by the numerous failed relationships left in my wake and my inability to hold one together even when completely and madly in love with the girl, but that's for another day entirely (and the whole sending to burn in hell thing would be tricky too, but again, more on that later...maybe). People seem to be missing someone, everyone is missing either their family, or their other half, or their old mates, or their dog or their fish or something. Dani (another housemate) has actually gone home to Spain for the weekend (now its changed to Blow by Atreyu, moving on up) because of this, and while it would be really easy for me to go round criticising people for this, given my polar opposite viewpoint, there's something about it that makes me able to 'sort of, but not really' understand. There's also the fact that everyone here is from Essex or London, which means they can go home every weekend, which to me is completely pointless, why come to University, traditionally seen as a move to gain/foster your independence, if you're gonna go back to where you came from every 5 days? Grow up and move on for fuck's sake.
It's now moved onto The Ducky Boys, and I'm now going to go and sort out stuff with the charmingly brusque people in the finance office, print some seminar stuff out, and possibly try and find out why the bathroom smells like potatoes.
Laters.
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Now playing: The Ducky Boys - Celebrate
via FoxyTunes
Thursday, 8 October 2009
An Open Letter To The World
Right, well. This is a new one on me. Current state: broke, cold, ill and tired. Add in hungry to that, so I'm here doing this while the lads finish fucking about cooking their shite burgers or whatever, which are guarranteed to take 3x as long as it says on the box due to the cooker being approximately 6 levels below 'shite'. I'm that broke and tired I've actually just had to turn down an invite to go on the piss, such is this sorry state of affairs.
An example of the tiredness/lack of sleep for you. I managed to walk right past a waving & shouting Hannah before (one of my housemates for the 99% of you who read this and don't know), completely oblivious until she managed to get far enough into my eyeline as to snap me out of whatever random daydream it was. that's how tired I am.
Right, food to cook, I'm leaving this here, fuck it.
An example of the tiredness/lack of sleep for you. I managed to walk right past a waving & shouting Hannah before (one of my housemates for the 99% of you who read this and don't know), completely oblivious until she managed to get far enough into my eyeline as to snap me out of whatever random daydream it was. that's how tired I am.
Right, food to cook, I'm leaving this here, fuck it.
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