Freshers... second time around.

Hey everyone, just like the last time I posted a blog entry from uni, I am tired (verry tired) and a bit drunk. This makes me pretty pathetic I guess, but I just can't seem to blog under normal circumstances at these computer clusters. There is something about the atmosphere, the constant humming of pcs, the oh so comfy seats that makes my will to type ebb away. But, I will persevere (I sound like a melodramatic bastard now, and in all fairness I am) and get typing.
Mmmm there is no one here in this room now but me and me box of fried chicken. I love the chicken, I must have had 4 portions of chicken and chips since I got to Uni, which is bad going for my health I guess, but its just so tempting. It beats cooking thus far hands down (no washing up y'see) and ain't too pricey.
Its been one helluvah week for me, one I seem to have enjoyed a lot more than I did first time around, especially when I first arrived on Sunday. Even as I rode in the car on the journey down, I could not understand the melancholy paranoid tone of my last entry. The sun shone in my face, Dad drove peacefully along the road and Bob Dylan played. It was bliss.
And then I arrived in the afternoon. The rest of the guys form my flat didn't make much of an appearance (they were all battered they later told me) and so I met up with a couple of coursemates and went for a quick drink in the squirrel's bar. The place was teeming with first years who didn't really have friends. I'd never felt so smug in my entire life! It was so heartening to see that I had friends and other people didn't. And I admit that does mean I have a mean streak. But a cracking night out as well, where i ended up bumping into all sorts of random folk I knew from last year, almost like having king syndrome, except away from home.
Ugh my head!
As for my housemates, they are really nice chaps and have made a genuine effort to become friends with me, and as a result I feel more confident and secure than I ever have at uni. Had some great nights out with them this week as well, on Monday went to Loaf and downed and ridiculous amount of Vodbull, leading to me staggering home at about 2am and subsequently posting some embarrasing things on the internet. And then there was Tuesday at 5th Avenue, one of my best nights there ever, dancing to some of the finest rock tunes ever, heck my dancing even attracted some attention from others during 'I don't feel like dancing'. And what a tune that is!
Also went to one of their breakbeat club gigs and thursday, but was so knackered by that point I couldn't last the duration. Twas surprisingly dancable though, and a horizon broadening experience.
Hasn't all been good however. My room is tiny, and there is no wardrobe(!) so all my clothes fold under the bed and the house is really grotty (the toilet seat is supposed to be white but is encrusted yellow ffs!). Also this morning was the culmination of several surprises from two of my housemates Javs and Christian (nice guys but...). It seems both are partial to some weed. Fair enough, a lot of students do it. Then I found out the like the odd pill when they go out on big night eg Es. Right, well that was a surprise, but form what I've heard they're pretty harmless and heck I wouldn't really object. But last night took the mick, when they unveiled a certain white powder snorted up the nose. This shocked me a lot, although they say its only cos its freshers week. Only time will tell, but I don't want to see it again! And this morning they both arrived back from a house party at around 5 and woke me up with relentless beats, then I couldn't get back to sleep :( Went for a fantastic bike ride to fill in the time. Won't be standing for any more of that nonsense though, and they did later apologise so I'll let them off
So thats the rankles out of the way, except for the fact that my timetable still comes up blank when I search for it! So I don't know what lectures etc I have tomorrow and where. And I haven't got round to joining the hiking club. And my bum is sore beacause the bike saddle is too firm :( Ouch
Anyways am absolutely fooked now, its been a long day, and indeed a long week, but its been a hell of a good time. Adeiu!

I'm gone

Just a quick farewell to Cramlington I suppose and to say 3 months really does fly by when you're having a great time. Went out last night and said my goodbyes to pretty much all of my mates... and Kris gave me a bottle of Baileys. It almost tops the numpty mug, but not quite :D
Anyways at times like these, such as last night I always feel simultaneously gleeful, because, y'know, night out with friends and all this uni stuff to look forward to, and at the same time feeling really low, because its gonna be a long time probably. So yeah I found myself lost in my own thoughs half the night which makes for one antisocial bastard.
Well its almost time to go. I think this time last year I would have been absolutely bricking it at the prospect of moving into a house with three guys I barely know, but this year I'm gonna make as much effort as possible and I'm sure I can win them over. Oh well time to go.

Ghost Orbs!

Hi all. Feeling pretty creeped out by some of the pictures taken a week or so ago during a family get together in York. Two of them appear to show something rather odd- orb like things in the middle which appear not to be dust... anyways I'll put them up...



Notice the mystery white thing next to my Uncle on the far left... actually on second thoughts that one does seem a bit dust-like. Though it doesn't appear anywhere else, and appears to have rings inside it.

This second one looks almost like an alien or something though...



Right in the middle of the picture, between two of the standing girls. Looking on the internet, there are people who believe these are actually ghosts manifesting themselves. There appears to be quite a cult following. I don't normally believe in the paranormal and whatnot, but it would be nice to think there are spirits watching over us.

Can't believe it was 5 years ago today! Thats like, the start of year 10! Had only just begun my GCSEs. They were definitely more innocent times, a lot of shit has been dragged up in the last 5 years. :(

Only 6 days til I go back to Manchester. Can't flippin wait! Its been too long.

20 Tomorrow!

Just posting (yes I know it hasn't been a month!) to say holy shit, this is my last day as a teenager. When I look at it like that, it seems pretty darn scary, I mean I've been a teenager since 1999. It just seems an eternity, thats all, and I feel like tomorrow I'm expected to be this different person who can get away with less. Of course, its probably all bullshit and stuff but I just pictured myself as a 20 year old when I was younger as this confident, wise person who was great in many ways.
I suppose everything is gradual... :) Greatness one day! When I'm 30. Yeah then everything will be good. *hehe*
Ah my mind is certainly in a clearer state today. Having said that, every time I get a new message from her, my feelings change. But I'm pretty sure I've been wrong about how much she likes me, which makes things a lot simpler for me, as I can try to move on and forget her. Well, relax a bit anyways.
Don't know what I'm going to do tomorrow. I don't really like fuss and am not a great organiser of anything, so I'll probably just invite people to the Brockwell tomorrow (how thrilling!) and then maybe the village. Should still be fun and a chance to indulge in a bevvy or two perhaps. But yes, of course I'm at work so everything in moderation.
Ok my work here is done...

and a month later...

so thats another month gone without posting. Hey I'm nothing if not consistent you gotta admit.

I'm still alive in case anyone was wondering (don't think anyone was mind- there haven't been any 'dead' rumours as far as I know- what a pointless thing to say) and been enjoying the summer.

I'll start with the trip to Menorca then, seeing as how it was where I left off. Had a fantastic time as you might expect. Menorca is unlike other islands I've been to on holiday (i.e. Majorca). Its much more civilised and a lot smaller. Also very green. The bay that we were staying was surrounded on all sides by trees. And it had some of the best snorkelling ever! Not that we hung around there all the time. But as far as marine life went, it was the best. With my bros, we once spotted stingrays feeding on the sandy floor. That was a sight. Also spotted an octopus early and and decided to follow it back to its hiding hole (though I think 'chase' might be a better word). Anyways, egged on by my bro I swam down to the entrance and looked it dead in the eye. It starewd back for a few seconds. Then just as I had to leave for breath, I saw a niceish shell by its tentacles. I reached out to pick it up, and a puff of ink burst out! Well it was a shock. But we had a laugh afterwards.
Sheesh, and then there was the jellyfish invasion (I hate those things) and a 'winged' fish swimming mysteriously away one day. I could go on and on about all of the aquatic life- I love swimming. But I won't.
So yes, the place we were staying in was a touristy type resort with evening entertainment usually going on at about 4 different places involving tribute acts of varying quality, and some rubbish magicians whose tricks kept failing hehe. Also a bar where all the Brit teenagers hung out. We met some nice people there and got very drunk a few times, or sometimes the three of us would sit and stargaze on one of the sunbathing galleries after all the entertainment was over. Which was almost my favourite thing of the whole holiday (because I really like looking at the sky at night- maybe I'm related to Patrick Moore)
Had some cool days out as well. On one day we went on a catamaran trip where I felt really ill. On several occasions we walked across to a nearby beach where there were cliffs to jump into the sea from (and that was my fave thing! apart from water going up my nose!) and on one day driving up the highest mountain in Menorca- El Torro from which you could see the whole island. Heres a pic...



Looking chilled anyways. Great pic. ahh the memories. Because Menorca really does seem like a distant memory now. Its been over two weeks and in that time I've put in an eternity at Sainsbury's. I hate that place more and more, but I guess having to work is part and parcel of not being a layabout and actually being able to spend money next year. I'm looking forward to the mother of all paychecks come two weeks time... >:D And then I quit to go back to Manchester. Yay! I'd say the summer went by quickly and I wish I'd made more of it, but actually I've loved every minute of it and got some great experiences that I can think of and smile, so I think its been more than fulfilled.

Ok advanced warning- if you don't want to be privy to my mad rants skip the next paragraph. And trust me this makes me uncomfortable. You have been warned!

Hmmm this vagueness thing I was talking about last time. Well, the night before I left for Menorca, it got more complicated and now I'm going crazy! I suppose I should be more specific and say, its about a girl (yes- groan). Sheesh the thing is I don't know what to think anymore. She said she likes me and I admitted I liked her before we went to Menorca, then I disappeared for two weeks. Since I got back, thing haven't exactly been awkward but we're both acting as if nothing has been said when we're with each other. I could understand before as she had a boyfriend until recently- this was why I hadn't taken this whole thing seriously before. Now she and him are split. I don't know whether she geniunely likes me or she just likes attention.
I've been an idiot. I was at pains at the beginning of the summer not to get too attatched to her, knowing she had a boyfriend and I'm going back to Manc. Trying to be sensible in other words. Only somewhere between David Crowe's first summer party in July where we lay on the trampoline getting soaked by the rain and me writing this now, its all gone out of the window. My head keeps swimming with all sorts of thoughts at night, I can't sleep! At work I'm always hoping she'll walk by, though she rarely does. I can't concentrate on much and I'm either deliriously happy, or more often these days very angry and wanting to punch things. Anyways I know the best solution would be to try and talk things out with her, but I worry where that would lead. *hits self*
Anyways sorry for imposing my problems on anyone unfortunate enough to read this. Its just my head races at night and maybe venting my spleen will ease some of my frustrations. I can't talk about this to my family (NO WAY!) and my most of my mates I couldn't really talk about something like this with- sad but true. So this is it, because hardly anyone reads this anyway. Apologies to anyone that did. I just have a feeling this will all come to a head before I go... I may be wrong.

This has to be one of my longest posts surely. Have to go now though. Until next month... :)