Two-Parter

So I'm starting this with just five minutes to go until I'm going shopping, hence the two-parter... who knows, if you're lucky, I might tell you what I bought when shopping at the end!



Um, basically, I really can't be assed to do any of my work. And not in the general Uni student thing, but I just can't see and don't know what I would like to do with my life anymore (apologies for the bad English!)



For years I have thought about teaching, and yet 3 years of studying everything to do with Education makes it seem like a ridiculously overworked, underpaid, pain-in-the-ass of a job to have. With this credit crunch palava going on, it is a really safe profession as teacher's are always going to be needed and in demand, so I suppose thats a benefit ie stability, but apart from that, I really don't know if it's where I want to go anymore.



So with no direction comes no motivation, and this seems to be a general running theme of my education life so far, with the exception being that for the first time ever I have nobody kicking my ass to do my work. Guess I'm just one of those learners who needs to get a push in the back if I'm going to get any work done. Meh.



In other news, I have been planning my radio show today, and with any luck it will be a good show this week. I have loved doing this show each week, and not just because it is a fantastic diversion from my work. I really like that my friend's continue to tune in, especially those guys from Plymouth, as it just makes the whole thing more worthwhile. But yeh, I was once told I had a face for radio, I prefer to think I have the voice for it, when it 'don't turn all cornish loike'.

ok, so its now 3 days later, i have just finished the radio show, am off to Lucy's in a minute, and then Plymouth tomorrow.

All in all I'm pretty frikin chuffed about this weekend, despite the daunting prospect of having to wear my hair in pigtails next week argh!!

To anyone reading this, I shall hopefully see you tomorrow. I know this wasn't a great second part, but you'll have me all weekend... giggidy!!

Get a house in Devon, drink cider from a Lemon!!!

Quizzing all over the world

So I'm going back to Plymouth this weekend, and really can't wait, but not for the reason's I used to.

It used to be that I was going back in the hope of capturing the magic that used to be, but now it's just to see those people I give a huge shit about and just to spend some time in a place that feels like home.

Now I know they may sound the same, but to me, they aren't. I think that when I used to go back, it was because all I wanted was 'that summer' or, more precisely, 'that year', where everything fitted, there were no pressures at all to get on with life, and all that really mattered was where the next pint was going to be drunk or where the next football game was going to take place. And I still see that time as one of the best times of my life.

However, people inevitably have to grow up, and kinda try and work out something to do with their lives, and that's what I like about Plymouth now. It's an escape, but it's all become a place where I can be proud of those people who I grew up with, and who have genuine aspirations of where they want to go next, even if they havn't got their yet. It's great to just know that those who I cared about didn't just sit back and do fook all, living off the doll and what not. Instead, they either went into work, went to uni, got a degree or found an area they want to go into. It doesn't matter if people havn't ended up where they want to, no one has come out as a failure, and that makes me smile because it makes me proud of where I came from and who I grew up with.

And that's what I want to go home, to just see those people who I love, and who are a more genuine, laid back, and yet insanely fantastic group of people than I could have ever wished to meet.

This week, it's a bit of Bowling for Soup - "It is perfectly fine to be a happy individual"

The Flat

So this year I am living in a flat with three other friends from uni, two of which are really good friends, namely Chris (radio show) and Kim, and one of which I don't know quite as well, namely Gemma.

Now Kim is back today after a weekend away, and today is also the day of our flat inspection. Now you would think that perhaps, just maybe, a joint effort would be made to clean the flat so that we pass our inspection and don't get fined. Instead, Chris and Gemma do fuck all, leave me to clean it, mop it and sort everything out, and the only help Kim can give is "i've been away all weekend, if we fail it, it's not my problem".

Kim I can understand, but the other two have just left it completely, and needless to say, I'm pretty fucked off. I just hope one of those two fail their rooms or something so that next time they will make an effort.

Ah well, rant over, gotta get cracking on with these dissertations that I really can't be assed with ... yes that was plural, yes I have two, and no I cannot be arsed with either of them... oh dear!!

Lucy gets back at 3 so at least that will cheer me up, and then I have a football match at 5, happy days again!!

"So here I am, doing everything I can, holding on to what I am, pretending I'm a Superman"

Lucy go's home

So Lucy is heading home today until Tuesday, and it's weird how much I already know I'll miss her. She's one of my very best friends, and on top of that, the most amazing girlfriend I could ask for.

To cut a slightly long story short ...

Met her at the pub quiz in May, through a guy called Sam who she was seeing at the time.

Immediately hit it off, clicked straight away, and just bantered and talked away online and face to face.

Sam decided to end what Lucy and he had, moron. Went for breakfast in 'Spoons that morning, and just chatted for hours.

The following Wednesday was the Keele Summer Party, both got very drunk as Sarah was there with her new guy and Sam was there with a girl. After copious amounts of shots, dancing and Cider, I stayed at hers, though nothing happened, and we just stayed up talking til 6 in the morning.

I went home for the summer the next day, and spoke to her everyday, without fail, except for one of the 5 days she was in Crete. She kept saying she didnt want to be with anyone, and despite seeing a guy at one point, it never worked out, but I also had no intention of ever telling her that I had started to like her. Turns out she knew all along, through a mutual friend who I had told, though she never made it obvious.

Once back at uni, friends kept trying to get me to ask her out, persistantly, for about a month. Eventually gave in, when drunk, telling her that my friends had told me to ask her out, but that I knew we were friends, and that was fine by me. She then went home, and then home for the wknd, so all a bit iffy.

Um, basically she did a U-turn from not wanting to be with anyone to wanting to be with me, and it's been amazing since. Me asking her out made her 'realise what she could lose if she just didn't give it a chance' (her words), and so she about turned, I couldn't be happier, and yay!! Basically :p

"So I won't sit down, and I wont shut up, but most of all I will not grow up!"

Now I'm the one with the Microphone...

Life is good!!!!!!

My degree is going well, I have an amazing new girlfriend, I have a radio show, I still run the Pub Quiz, and life in general seems to be finally coming together.

Through following Coop's new blog, it got me wondering what the purpose of an online diary is. Cooper's follows everything from what he is doing on his Masters to modern issues, but doesn't really concern necessarily his more personal feelings. I'm not saying this is a bad thing, but it did make me wonder how happy people are with publicly displaying their innermost thoughts - "wearing your heart on your sleeve" if you will... with the exception that your sleeve can be seen by anyone at anytime.

Looking back at my old posts, well, it has to be said, I wasn't in the best of ways, but on the flip side of it, it really shows me who my friends were, mainly because they are still my friends now.
I miss Plymouth, I miss the random antics which just occured, from playing in the dungeons to suprising spontaneous nights out. I hold those memories fondly, and although life won't ever go back to that amazing naiveity we all had about actual life, it still makes me smile that everything was just so easy back then.

Anywho, this is all sounding a bit nostalgic for my liking. If I had started this earlier, I suppose I might have commented on -

• Frank Turner
• The whole story behind me and Luce
• Finding 3rd year just that little bit too easy to do nothing
• The formation of the Radio Show
• The Summer

But as I havn't, I'll just comment on those some other day!

Going to try ending each post on a lyric, and today's be :

I've had many different girls inside my bed, but only one or two inside my head, these days i cuddle up to my guitar instead... But Oh, what I would give, not to stumble but to really fall in love

Until next time, I bid you farewell!!