Requiem

You know, it's only just sunk in: I have come to the end of my first year at university..... now how did that happen?

I swear it was only yesterday that moved in to Hurn House, and saw Andy there with his tin'o'beans, which he never finished, to my knowledge . That week was the only week in where i have gone out every night, no idea how i managed. Then again, the alternative was to just crawl up into a corner and cry until the reality of my new surroundings sunk in.

University.....Its been an odd experience. Undoubtedly the best year of my life....yet strangely disappointing. I guess i expected too much, of it and myself. Some things don't change i guess.

My hats off to everyone who made it such an amazing experience. If your not sure who you are, don't worry, taking the time to actually spend time with me was enough, so thank you. Bring on the second year.

Opps I did it again...

Before i start, i just need to get something off of my chest: GRRRRRRR FOR F*&^ SAKE BASTARD DRIVERS!!! )"$%&*"$^%")*£^"*£$^"*£V !!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH

Ok, calm.

If you wondering what happened, i had another car crash. Fab. This one wasn't my fault however. It was the car in front of the car in fronts fault, and the stupid bint drove away, leaving me and this other poor women to sort out the mess. To be fair though, i got off lightly. The only reason i can't drive my car at the moment is because one of the lights is broken, apart from that, there's only a big dent in the front. It's all good.

Ironically, that wasn't the most upsetting part. The worst bit of this whole ordeal was that, out of the 9/10 beer glasses i was transporting home from uni, only 3 survived. I nearly cried. My housemates and i worked hard to steal a lot of those, so a lot of emotional attachment was invested in those glasses. But Life goes on.

I'm once again car less though, and it sucks major Wong. Sorry for the lack of updates, i have been settling back into the homeland. More soon.

Summer Love

I'll give you three guesses as to how I spent the last 24-hours. Go on. No guesses? Oh ok, I’ll tell you then. First off, I’ve been awake for the past 24 hours. For a good 12 - 14 of those hours, I was drunk. For 10 hours, i was in a field. Four of those hours also had me feeling like shit, and I actually had a nap for 3 hours, so maybe I cheated slightly.

Saturday the 9th of June was Bournemouth Universities biggest annual event: the Summerball. Basically, you spend £30 to dress up, go to a field, and spend yet more money on the various amusements, food, and alcohol. It was immense. Some the costumes were really impressive; You had a whole bunch of Spartans from 300 - great shout (There were even some immortals, which was even better). You had Ninja turtles, Tetris Cubes, Vikings....Girls in the skimpiest outfits. (High five to Arse Cleavage). What did I go as I hear you cry? Me, my housemate and some of his friends went as Reservoir Dogs...although we were a couple Dogs short, but what can you do? We looked the shit. You wouldn't believe the amount of "Men in Black" "Blues Brothers" and "Mafia" calls we got though...grarr... It's Reservoir Dogs! Get it right!

But I had a really good time, at least. Ran into some course mates, and even my former housemates. One of them apparently reads these, so if you’re reading this Alex, It was good seeing you again.
I’m now course feeling absolutely brain dead, and would just like to sleep for a few…weeks. High Five.

Club-House

Why do people go out "clubbing"? I mean, lets look at this logically; You spend say £20 on entry fees and several over-priced drinks, simply to go to some dark, poorly lit room, and get squashed like a sardine. Is it for the music? Well I'll admit, they do play some decent tunes, depending on where you go, but it is very hit and miss. Is it to dance? Well the likeness to a Sardine tends to make that difficult. 'fun'? Well whats fun about being tossed and turned while you melt away.

Me? I'm not sure why i do it. I can think of a few things that are way more fun then clubbing, but in none of those things do you meet girls, which i suppose is the point. i go clubbing in the vein hope that a girl will take notice of me, i mean, that is what's supposed to happen, right?

Last night saw a first in the life-history of Joe - I was the "designated driver" for a night out. Wasn't as bad as i thought it would be, I usually hate being the only sober one. Unfortunately, the bar we went too was a tad crowded for my liking, and i was reminded whenever i saw assholes being assholes why i really do hate being sober on a night out.

Oh i finished my exams by the way...they went alright. Might have to retake a couple, but oh well.

Sorry for the lack of updates.