This may well be my second shortest blog-post ever. [See Life Advice]
Since posting my 'Job-searching' post, an agency contacted me saying they had found me part time work in various warehouses.
I even have a five day work next week.
So yeah, never mind! Just ignore the last post. Read something else. I recommend anything by Neil Gaiman =]
Peace out!
Friday, 15 June 2012
Monday, 11 June 2012
Defeated by 2 words
Wow, been a fair bit of time since I last posted on here. Well, let's all break the Writer's-Block-Ice with a good old fashioned, grumpy-teenager rant. This time, dear and appreciated readers, it's two little words which can drain the life and enthusiasm out of any strong-willed character:
Job hunting
Quite possibly one of the most depressing past times, after cleaning up road-kill and before listening to James Blunt, this little gem of a way of spending an afternoon has reduced me - usually an optimistic and cheerful sort of fellow - to a suicidal, groaning, mumbling mess.
I had not seen this much rejection in most of my life. The basic task of job-hunting is as follows:
Seeker searches online
Finds nothing
Repeat
Finds a small scrap of a something
Puts all emphasis into applying
- Agonised waiting period -
Turned down/no reply
Hmm, confidence is taking a bit of a knock. Guess I'll head into town tomorrow, go from shop to shop. See what I find.
Heads downtown
Tries shop 1
Nothing
Repeat action for shops 1 through 7
Shop 8: "Well, we're not hiring just now, but you can drop in a CV and we'll let you know when something comes up
[PS: Translation: No]
Shop 9: You'll have to apply online
Repeat internet instructions
Shop 10: We're actually hiring in December
Well, confidence and enthusiasm is truly depleting now. Applying may become more weary and wasting by now.
Added on to the fact that employment agencies require half of your life story to even consider registering you, and that such a large percentage of the country's population is job-hunting, what chance does a student trying to find work for a few months stand?
Now, I know some of you will be thinking "Now come on, Rob. Surely things aren't all that bad"
[I'm willing to bet these people are already employed]
But I'll give you a strong example.
Just today I tried to apply for a part-time job in KFC - joy. I had just clicked 'Submit' at the end of writing something the length of War and Peace and casually decided to check my emails.
I had submitted at 16:33.
At 16:34, I received an email, stating "Thanks, but sorry you have not been successful".
Hum. Well, I guess I'm just happy watching my confidence and optimism wash quickly down this drain here. At least the MASSIVE rainfall of today is speeding up matters.
Roll on Year 2 of University.
I'm tired of being at home already.
Have a pleasant evening!
Job hunting
Quite possibly one of the most depressing past times, after cleaning up road-kill and before listening to James Blunt, this little gem of a way of spending an afternoon has reduced me - usually an optimistic and cheerful sort of fellow - to a suicidal, groaning, mumbling mess.
I had not seen this much rejection in most of my life. The basic task of job-hunting is as follows:
Seeker searches online
Finds nothing
Repeat
Finds a small scrap of a something
Puts all emphasis into applying
- Agonised waiting period -
Turned down/no reply
Hmm, confidence is taking a bit of a knock. Guess I'll head into town tomorrow, go from shop to shop. See what I find.
Heads downtown
Tries shop 1
Nothing
Repeat action for shops 1 through 7
Shop 8: "Well, we're not hiring just now, but you can drop in a CV and we'll let you know when something comes up
[PS: Translation: No]
Shop 9: You'll have to apply online
Repeat internet instructions
Shop 10: We're actually hiring in December
Well, confidence and enthusiasm is truly depleting now. Applying may become more weary and wasting by now.
Added on to the fact that employment agencies require half of your life story to even consider registering you, and that such a large percentage of the country's population is job-hunting, what chance does a student trying to find work for a few months stand?
Now, I know some of you will be thinking "Now come on, Rob. Surely things aren't all that bad"
[I'm willing to bet these people are already employed]
But I'll give you a strong example.
Just today I tried to apply for a part-time job in KFC - joy. I had just clicked 'Submit' at the end of writing something the length of War and Peace and casually decided to check my emails.
I had submitted at 16:33.
At 16:34, I received an email, stating "Thanks, but sorry you have not been successful".
Hum. Well, I guess I'm just happy watching my confidence and optimism wash quickly down this drain here. At least the MASSIVE rainfall of today is speeding up matters.
Roll on Year 2 of University.
I'm tired of being at home already.
Have a pleasant evening!
Sunday, 6 May 2012
Editing The Sun
Unidentified
Lying Objects
Families
last night claimed a dozen glowing orange objects buzzed over Basingstoke. In
the latest U.F.O riddle to grip Britain, witnesses say the ‘alien’ fleet hovered
above the Hampshire town for half an hour.
Amateur
astronomer David Osborne, camera-man of the unearthly phenomenon, said
yesterday: “my adrenaline was pumping and I was trembling all over. I’ve never
see anything like it…it was amazing”.
David yelled
to his two daughters to grab his camera after he phoned nearby R.A.F Odiham
officials, who could not comment ‘for security reasons’.
The family
had just settled down to watch alien invasion movie Independence Day when the
objects were spotted at 10:40pm on Saturday. The ‘crafts’ drifted across the
sky, switching between varied formation before eventually disappearing.
By 11 o’clock, the skies were clear once more. This second sighting comes 2 months after a similar story appeared in the Basingstoke Evening News on 16th November 2010. Sightings of U.F.Os were reported by several households in the High Street. Mrs Jones, seventy-six, claims to have been abducted. Strangely on that occasion, another alien movie was showing on television: Invaders from Mars. Are these incidents connected? Do these families owe an acknowledgement to Hollywood?
Do you want
to live on this planet anymore?
-
See the original article here.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Halls of Resident Survival Guide
So, you've chosen to study at Bath Spa University. But before you delve in to 3 years of work and occasional partying [or vice versa], there's one element you're likely going to have to come to terms with very quickly.
Halls of Residence.
Being taken from your own home and thrown into a new building with up to nine other strangers. Sounds like a hostage situation, but if you play right and live well, your first year will just shoot by. You may even miss Halls when it comes to years 2 and 3.
First thing to remember: You're all in the same boat. Everyone, or at least almost everyone, around you is going to be away from home, living with people they don't know. It's a new and scary situation for everyone. Which actually comes in handy, because it means you all have at least one thing in common.
Some may relish in their new freedom, playing loud music, drinking lots of alcohol, going out all the time and so on. Others may find being away from home too much, and turn to things like Skype and may even go home every few weekends. In either case, you're likely to fall into either two categories, and from there, find friends. People of a quieter nature tend to stick together, and party-people often like to party with the same people. Embrace your freedom and discover what you want!
Some people's music sucks. This isn't a fact, but it's an opinion you're bound to say/hear multiple times in Halls. You have 8+ teenagers, all of which will like music = fact. They will all like different music = Fact. You will like everything they like = Highly unlikely. Even students studying music won't admit to liking everything, so why would a history student or a English student?
Like so many other things, sadly, you'll just have to put up with it. If someone is blasting out Ed Sheeran and all you want to listen to is Gorillaz, then put in headphones and carry on with things.
You could even declare music war - two stereos, battling out to break the silence anyway they can.
Not recommended.
Because before you consider beginning a deafening one-on-one Beats Battle, think of other people. Granted, their peace is being disturbed by the first loud one. But the last thing they want is another disturbance thrown in.
Just politely ask for them to turn it down (if they can hear you) and get on with things. If they don't listen, try engaging them in conversation. They might turn off their beloved tunes to chat.
With noise hopefully under control, then comes the matter of 'sharing'. Now, this can be a tough subject. The time may come when you learn that someone else used your ketchup/milk/butter whatever else. So you may decide to label your food. You won't look cool, but there's a chance you'll save a little money on replacing food you didn't eat. If it turns out someone has taken your food, there's a preliminary do and don't.
DO mention it to them, but not in an accusing way. Just a polite "please be more careful" kind of thing for the first offence. Any times after that, the accusations can come become stronger.
DON'T get revenge. Drinking someone's milk because they drank yours won't necessarily help matters. If anything, it'll probably escalate things.
Plan your showers. Quite an odd piece of advice now, but it may save you time and stress. If you and another housemate have a 9am start and you both want a shower, two options:
1. Wake up earlier so you have time - HAH! Like that will happen.
2. Have a shower the night before.
Rather more likely. It'll save you a mad rush in the morning, as well as a lot of huffing and tapping your foot outside the shower-room door.
Because, no matter what, you will have to live with these people for another year [or 48 weeks at least]. As long as it doesn't break all of your moral values, you're going to want to keep the peace. Overlook the windows left open or underpants left on the sofa. If all goes against you, chances are you'll have a lockable bedroom where you can just have some 'you time'.
When it comes down to it, though, you're going to have to learn to adapt to other people; even if it's difficult. Every single one of you will have different attitudes and methods towards things like cleanliness, tidiness, peacefulness and so on. In the beginning, it all seems to have come from Chaos itself. But eventually, eventually, your routines will become almost second-nature and all of you will flow, relatively smoothly, around each other.
It'll just take a while to reach that idyllic moment.
But stick at it. You may not like Halls, but you'll probably miss them. There's nothing like being able to roll out of bed and basically walk up the road to your lessons. Second year off-campus housing takes that liberty right away from you.
Plus, you may pay the rent, but bills and internet are all taken care of for you. You even get your own cleaners twice a week. And as much as you'd love to imagine so, that sort of thing will not happen in second year.
And the final piece of advice: anything can happen. Sometimes you'll find a housemate's mattress outside and their bed frame wedged in the bathroom. In this, or any similar case, just follow basic protocol:
It's Someone Else's Problem.
[Voice of experience]
Halls of Residence.
Being taken from your own home and thrown into a new building with up to nine other strangers. Sounds like a hostage situation, but if you play right and live well, your first year will just shoot by. You may even miss Halls when it comes to years 2 and 3.
First thing to remember: You're all in the same boat. Everyone, or at least almost everyone, around you is going to be away from home, living with people they don't know. It's a new and scary situation for everyone. Which actually comes in handy, because it means you all have at least one thing in common.
Some may relish in their new freedom, playing loud music, drinking lots of alcohol, going out all the time and so on. Others may find being away from home too much, and turn to things like Skype and may even go home every few weekends. In either case, you're likely to fall into either two categories, and from there, find friends. People of a quieter nature tend to stick together, and party-people often like to party with the same people. Embrace your freedom and discover what you want!
Some people's music sucks. This isn't a fact, but it's an opinion you're bound to say/hear multiple times in Halls. You have 8+ teenagers, all of which will like music = fact. They will all like different music = Fact. You will like everything they like = Highly unlikely. Even students studying music won't admit to liking everything, so why would a history student or a English student?
Like so many other things, sadly, you'll just have to put up with it. If someone is blasting out Ed Sheeran and all you want to listen to is Gorillaz, then put in headphones and carry on with things.
You could even declare music war - two stereos, battling out to break the silence anyway they can.
Not recommended.
Because before you consider beginning a deafening one-on-one Beats Battle, think of other people. Granted, their peace is being disturbed by the first loud one. But the last thing they want is another disturbance thrown in.
Just politely ask for them to turn it down (if they can hear you) and get on with things. If they don't listen, try engaging them in conversation. They might turn off their beloved tunes to chat.
With noise hopefully under control, then comes the matter of 'sharing'. Now, this can be a tough subject. The time may come when you learn that someone else used your ketchup/milk/butter whatever else. So you may decide to label your food. You won't look cool, but there's a chance you'll save a little money on replacing food you didn't eat. If it turns out someone has taken your food, there's a preliminary do and don't.
DO mention it to them, but not in an accusing way. Just a polite "please be more careful" kind of thing for the first offence. Any times after that, the accusations can come become stronger.
DON'T get revenge. Drinking someone's milk because they drank yours won't necessarily help matters. If anything, it'll probably escalate things.
Plan your showers. Quite an odd piece of advice now, but it may save you time and stress. If you and another housemate have a 9am start and you both want a shower, two options:
1. Wake up earlier so you have time - HAH! Like that will happen.
2. Have a shower the night before.
Rather more likely. It'll save you a mad rush in the morning, as well as a lot of huffing and tapping your foot outside the shower-room door.
Because, no matter what, you will have to live with these people for another year [or 48 weeks at least]. As long as it doesn't break all of your moral values, you're going to want to keep the peace. Overlook the windows left open or underpants left on the sofa. If all goes against you, chances are you'll have a lockable bedroom where you can just have some 'you time'.
When it comes down to it, though, you're going to have to learn to adapt to other people; even if it's difficult. Every single one of you will have different attitudes and methods towards things like cleanliness, tidiness, peacefulness and so on. In the beginning, it all seems to have come from Chaos itself. But eventually, eventually, your routines will become almost second-nature and all of you will flow, relatively smoothly, around each other.
It'll just take a while to reach that idyllic moment.
But stick at it. You may not like Halls, but you'll probably miss them. There's nothing like being able to roll out of bed and basically walk up the road to your lessons. Second year off-campus housing takes that liberty right away from you.
Plus, you may pay the rent, but bills and internet are all taken care of for you. You even get your own cleaners twice a week. And as much as you'd love to imagine so, that sort of thing will not happen in second year.
And the final piece of advice: anything can happen. Sometimes you'll find a housemate's mattress outside and their bed frame wedged in the bathroom. In this, or any similar case, just follow basic protocol:
It's Someone Else's Problem.
[Voice of experience]
Sunday, 8 April 2012
What to do if trapped in a Horror Film
So, the unthinkable happens. Like some bizarre homage to The Hunger Games, someone manages to trap you within a horror film.
Here are a few tips that, won't necessarily help you survive, but will certainly allow you to blend in and happily settle in to your new role in "Disgusting Chainsaw-Wielding Bleeding Demons from Hell 4".
- If you are a male, your chances will go one of two ways. You will die gruesomely, or you'll be that one person in about 6 who actually survives the horrors. And go on towards therapy, presumably.
- If you are female, your chances will too go on of two ways. You will die gruesomely. Or you will be raped. And then die gruesomely. Depending on the age rating of the film, of course.
We hope that this information will help you, should you somehow get downloaded into a horror movie of some kind.
And remember the number one piece of advice. Rather opposing the number one piece of advice of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. But this isn't science fiction. This is a world where haunting horrors from hell are trying to destroy you. So remember advice piece 1:
PANIC.
Here are a few tips that, won't necessarily help you survive, but will certainly allow you to blend in and happily settle in to your new role in "Disgusting Chainsaw-Wielding Bleeding Demons from Hell 4".
- Don't mince words. If you are trying to avoid a "7 foot, blood stained, red-eyed, spike covered, meat hook-wielding, perverted maniac", then for heaven's sake say so. 'The monster' or 'what-the-hell-is-that-thing' won't have quite the same effect.
- Always state the obvious. "It's too dangerous", "I'm scared", "Don't go, I love you" - things like these which can turn the simplest of viewer's brain to sponge cake are perfect.
- Decide you're better off alone. Sure, a group can provide more targets, protection or maybe just a decent conversation [but don't get your hopes up] By all means, if walking off by yourself equipped with nothing but a baseball bat -which is sure to stop blood-thirsty ghosts - is what seems right to you, do it.
- Darkness is your friend. It has to be, other horror-movie-attendees seem to believe so. In darkness you won't see the thing trying to kill you, which by far will make your experience a lot less terrifying. Apparently.
- And finally, when the time comes that the huge slime-monster from some haunted lagoon is sprinting at you with the clear intention to murder, then make absolutely sure that you stand completely still, screaming your head off, until the monster finally reaches you and actually takes your head off.
- If you are a male, your chances will go one of two ways. You will die gruesomely, or you'll be that one person in about 6 who actually survives the horrors. And go on towards therapy, presumably.
- If you are female, your chances will too go on of two ways. You will die gruesomely. Or you will be raped. And then die gruesomely. Depending on the age rating of the film, of course.
We hope that this information will help you, should you somehow get downloaded into a horror movie of some kind.
And remember the number one piece of advice. Rather opposing the number one piece of advice of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. But this isn't science fiction. This is a world where haunting horrors from hell are trying to destroy you. So remember advice piece 1:
PANIC.
Tuesday, 3 April 2012
When Crazy Words Lead to Marriages
There are two important and popular facts that make this story gain more sense.
1. A few/many/however-many years ago, a young, creative idiot created a word; a word that never really entered everyday consciousness, yet meant a lot to its creator. This word was "insaniac" - (n) word blend of 'insane' and 'maniac'.
2. The same creative idiot and his equally creative friend once planned to run around a busy shopping centre, hidden in large cardboard boxes. For fun, probably.
Anyway.
So many or however-many years later - AKA quite recently - in a simple yet paradigmatic mad facebook conversation, the same box-suggesting friend happened to use the 'word' insaniac.
Suddenly, the word's creator went mad! His word had been used by another!
So, trying to hold his excitement, the young word-creating hero promised ALL of his love to the word-using heroine/princess [depending on how politically-correct you want this fairytale. Some women are cut out to be heroines, some just like being princesses willing to be loved and/or saved from a fire-breathing dragon. Hell, I'm not the damn head of the PC federation. Let's get back to this damned story!]
The young princess/heroine/well-developed-young-woman-who-has-full-potential-to-be-JUST-as-successful-as-a-man then tried to remember where she had heard the word. She seemed almost scared - the demand from the word-smith seemed rather too much. For a split second, she feared almost death itself.
Yet then she revealed that she HAD heard the word from the actual creator.
And thus earned ALL the love from the word-smith.
She admitted to feeling like she had been proposed to, from the insaniac world.
So the male word-smith actually proposed a wedding - with a box theme.
[-For those who have stuck around until this point and aren't still stuck in my PC rant, you'll be happy to learn that you are (hopefully) clever enough to realise that by now, BOTH of the preliminary points have now been addressed-]
MOVING ON!
The wedding plans between the two, now bonded together stronger than ever before, began from there. On the day of Box Matrimony, there they would be. She, with a furniture box styled dress and microwave-meal-sleeve veil. He in a modestly selected cereal-box tuxedo.
And they would love each other forever.
They would see boxing matches. They would fly box-kites. They would play Boxhead.
Not because the author ran out of box puns and typed in 'box' into Google, no, that would be outrageous. It would be due to the fact that they liked to...kills zombies online. Apparently.
An insaniac life for an 'insaniac' creator and insaniac 'user'.
And boxes.
Don't forget the boxes.
1. A few/many/however-many years ago, a young, creative idiot created a word; a word that never really entered everyday consciousness, yet meant a lot to its creator. This word was "insaniac" - (n) word blend of 'insane' and 'maniac'.
2. The same creative idiot and his equally creative friend once planned to run around a busy shopping centre, hidden in large cardboard boxes. For fun, probably.
Anyway.
So many or however-many years later - AKA quite recently - in a simple yet paradigmatic mad facebook conversation, the same box-suggesting friend happened to use the 'word' insaniac.
Suddenly, the word's creator went mad! His word had been used by another!
So, trying to hold his excitement, the young word-creating hero promised ALL of his love to the word-using heroine/princess [depending on how politically-correct you want this fairytale. Some women are cut out to be heroines, some just like being princesses willing to be loved and/or saved from a fire-breathing dragon. Hell, I'm not the damn head of the PC federation. Let's get back to this damned story!]
The young princess/heroine/well-developed-young-woman-who-has-full-potential-to-be-JUST-as-successful-as-a-man then tried to remember where she had heard the word. She seemed almost scared - the demand from the word-smith seemed rather too much. For a split second, she feared almost death itself.
Yet then she revealed that she HAD heard the word from the actual creator.
And thus earned ALL the love from the word-smith.
She admitted to feeling like she had been proposed to, from the insaniac world.
So the male word-smith actually proposed a wedding - with a box theme.
[-For those who have stuck around until this point and aren't still stuck in my PC rant, you'll be happy to learn that you are (hopefully) clever enough to realise that by now, BOTH of the preliminary points have now been addressed-]
MOVING ON!
The wedding plans between the two, now bonded together stronger than ever before, began from there. On the day of Box Matrimony, there they would be. She, with a furniture box styled dress and microwave-meal-sleeve veil. He in a modestly selected cereal-box tuxedo.
And they would love each other forever.
They would see boxing matches. They would fly box-kites. They would play Boxhead.
Not because the author ran out of box puns and typed in 'box' into Google, no, that would be outrageous. It would be due to the fact that they liked to...kills zombies online. Apparently.
An insaniac life for an 'insaniac' creator and insaniac 'user'.
And boxes.
Don't forget the boxes.
Sunday, 6 November 2011
Be a book, you'll last longer
One of those random things you notice without properly thinking.
Of all the industries out there in the global media: film, magazines, video games, music, books, newspapers, television - the only consistent industry of all these is the books industry.
Think about it.
Films, overtime, become forgotten and cheaper. Each one created will be in a "For Only £5" box in a matter of years, completely forgotten by all the other films that keep coming out.
The same story can be said for video games, CDs, television shows - all these industries keep creating more and more new texts, letting each old ones become cheaper and forgotten.
Video games are notorious for this. Each new console defeats the ones before it. Each new game, sequel or not, defeat the ones before it. And the circle of life continues.
But books avoid this. No matter when the book was written, even from some long-lost century when cows were a delicacy, the story will still sell for at least £7.99. Sometimes more than that - an entire Shakespeare collection, so many pages long, can sell for over thirty pounds.
Compare that to something else.
Alfred Hitchcock created 'The Birds' so many years ago, and has been dead so many years. His film can be purchased for under five pounds.
Mark Twain - also dead - most of his works can be bought for ten pounds. And this has been the case for several years now.
Books prices stay consistent. So, if you want your published works to remain at a fair price for many years to come, stick to being an author.
Because, and trust me on this, you can create the best video game of 2012. But in 2016, maybe less than that, your creation will sell for under a tenner in a second hand shop
And it will hurt.
Sorry about that.
Just another thing to blame on contemporary media industries.
Of all the industries out there in the global media: film, magazines, video games, music, books, newspapers, television - the only consistent industry of all these is the books industry.
Think about it.
Films, overtime, become forgotten and cheaper. Each one created will be in a "For Only £5" box in a matter of years, completely forgotten by all the other films that keep coming out.
The same story can be said for video games, CDs, television shows - all these industries keep creating more and more new texts, letting each old ones become cheaper and forgotten.
Video games are notorious for this. Each new console defeats the ones before it. Each new game, sequel or not, defeat the ones before it. And the circle of life continues.
But books avoid this. No matter when the book was written, even from some long-lost century when cows were a delicacy, the story will still sell for at least £7.99. Sometimes more than that - an entire Shakespeare collection, so many pages long, can sell for over thirty pounds.
Compare that to something else.
Alfred Hitchcock created 'The Birds' so many years ago, and has been dead so many years. His film can be purchased for under five pounds.
Mark Twain - also dead - most of his works can be bought for ten pounds. And this has been the case for several years now.
Books prices stay consistent. So, if you want your published works to remain at a fair price for many years to come, stick to being an author.
Because, and trust me on this, you can create the best video game of 2012. But in 2016, maybe less than that, your creation will sell for under a tenner in a second hand shop
And it will hurt.
Sorry about that.
Just another thing to blame on contemporary media industries.
A New Life
University gets in your head.
It can easily become your favouriote place on Earth, and your favourite time of life.
This is certianly the case with me.
Unsure about others, but what I enjoy the most is the freedom and independance.
If you want to go to bed at 3am, that's fine. If you don't want to go to bed at all, that's also fine. And has been done.
If you want to take a mug of coffee and breakfast to class, that's fine.
Want to do laundry whilst in your dressing gown. Also fine.
It's just fun. That's what Uni is - fun.
Going out most nights, getting drunk, meeting new people and coming home to collapse in a little piece of what you can call home.
That's how Uni got in my head. It became home.
Last weekend, when I went back to Andover, it was going to see family.
When I came back to Bath Spa, that was when I was truly come home.
It's easy to see why anyway. Bath is beautiful, exciting, massive and has a brilliant selction of shops and nightlife.
And cows on campus.
Andover is nowhere nearly as good as all that. It's easy to see why I've fallen in love with Bath really.
On top of all that, my Creative Writing course is incredible.
Homework is easy and invigorating - "Write a satire", "write a short story" etc. If you turn up, get Writer's Block and can't write anything, they don't mind. It's a course with my name on it.
Plus, most classes you just have to roll out of bed and head on over. Living on campus is brilliant.
Then, my timetable lets me have Mondays and Fridays off. Score!
Anyway, I look forward going home; to my family, a comfortable bed, good internet and my PS3.
But I still look forward to returning to University, even more.
This is where I belong now. My new home; my new life.
It can easily become your favouriote place on Earth, and your favourite time of life.
This is certianly the case with me.
Unsure about others, but what I enjoy the most is the freedom and independance.
If you want to go to bed at 3am, that's fine. If you don't want to go to bed at all, that's also fine. And has been done.
If you want to take a mug of coffee and breakfast to class, that's fine.
Want to do laundry whilst in your dressing gown. Also fine.
It's just fun. That's what Uni is - fun.
Going out most nights, getting drunk, meeting new people and coming home to collapse in a little piece of what you can call home.
That's how Uni got in my head. It became home.
Last weekend, when I went back to Andover, it was going to see family.
When I came back to Bath Spa, that was when I was truly come home.
It's easy to see why anyway. Bath is beautiful, exciting, massive and has a brilliant selction of shops and nightlife.
And cows on campus.
Andover is nowhere nearly as good as all that. It's easy to see why I've fallen in love with Bath really.
On top of all that, my Creative Writing course is incredible.
Homework is easy and invigorating - "Write a satire", "write a short story" etc. If you turn up, get Writer's Block and can't write anything, they don't mind. It's a course with my name on it.
Plus, most classes you just have to roll out of bed and head on over. Living on campus is brilliant.
Then, my timetable lets me have Mondays and Fridays off. Score!
Anyway, I look forward going home; to my family, a comfortable bed, good internet and my PS3.
But I still look forward to returning to University, even more.
This is where I belong now. My new home; my new life.
Sunday, 18 September 2011
Maybe 3 isn't the magic number?
In yet another one of those "stupidly-random-self-realisation" moments (I get these far too often), I happened to notice that, on average, by the third film, everything in the storyline has gone to shit.
Ever noticed that? Here's some examples:
And before anyone points out the obvious, yes I do know that some film series don't follow this rule, like Harry Potter 3 for an example. Although after 2 and a bit hours of Daniel Radcliffe's wooden acting, it may as well follow this procedure.
And then of course, there are films that are shit by the second one - Night at the Museum, George of the Jungle, the new Alice in Wonderland.....They're either crap, or within them, everything's gone to crap. Oh the joys of the film world!
Anyway, just another random chapter in the book of my life. I think one day I'll write the blurb for that book. It'll be something simple like: "Good luck".
Right. Peace out! =]
Ever noticed that? Here's some examples:
- Lord of the Rings 3 - Everybody goes to war
- Resident Evil 3 - Full blown global apocalypse
- Star Wars 3 - Nearly all good guys killed
- Pirates of the Caribbean 3 - The government owns the seas, everybody's against one another
- Spiderman 3 - 2 enemies at once/everyone hates Spiderman. Again -_-
- The Dark Knight Rises - Not out yet, but the trailer depicts a Gotham falling apart. Again -_-
- Transformers 3 - Full on, blown out global Robot Wars!
- SAW 3 - Yes, I know everything's morbid anyway. But 3 is a lot more gorier than 1 and 2, and then the gore levels just kept rising
- Jaws 3 - Is shit. The 3D attempts are hilariously appalling
- Austin Powers 3 - Recycled jokes, flat storyline and a pathetic twist. Or is that just all of them?
- Ice Age 3 - Apparently 'Ice-World' lives above a hidden dinosaur community
- Toy Story 3 - All favourite characters thrown out of home and locked in a day care centre. Yeah, not the worst one so far, but hey!
- Shrek the Third - Is shit. End of.
And before anyone points out the obvious, yes I do know that some film series don't follow this rule, like Harry Potter 3 for an example. Although after 2 and a bit hours of Daniel Radcliffe's wooden acting, it may as well follow this procedure.
And then of course, there are films that are shit by the second one - Night at the Museum, George of the Jungle, the new Alice in Wonderland.....They're either crap, or within them, everything's gone to crap. Oh the joys of the film world!
Anyway, just another random chapter in the book of my life. I think one day I'll write the blurb for that book. It'll be something simple like: "Good luck".
Right. Peace out! =]
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
Why I'm Happy
I think over the years, I've easily achieved the reputation for being a happy, cheerful kinda guy. And people do often ask me why I don't get as depressed or angry or stressed as everyone else.
For a while, I've struggled with a proper answer. But, in one of those random time-to-yourself-and-all-you-do-is-think moments, I think I came up with an answer.
And the answer is I just. Don't. Care.
Now, on the surface, I know that makes me seem unfeeling and selfish, but I don't mean it in that way. Obviously, I care for my friends and family and wish them all the best lives and what have you.
But I don't care about popular fads. I don't care about modern music, latest fashion, trends, beliefs, and whatever else people are messing around with these days. I like what I like, I enjoy what I want to enjoy, and I don't care if it's considered 'uncool', 'unpopular' or 'weird'.
My next point is that because I don't care about this stuff, it makes me happy. I don't get stressed trying to find out whats cool all the time. I don't run out of money buying the latest 'cool' shoes. I don't suddenly jump up and start planning up-coming events which people seem to get so over-excited about. I just continue on, leisurely at my own pace, experiencing and liking things by myself. It's a much more happy, peaceful and contented lifestyle.
Another thing is that it makes life more fun. If you don't care if people might think your acting "strangely"; if you don't care that people are giving you odd looks; if you don't care that people might think you immature for having a sonic screwdriver [yuh-huh] - then you can just have a laugh and enjoy yourself. I mean yeah, I don't obviously do things that are outside of the law, but I do still do things which people label as 'uncool' behaviour, but, what does it matter?
It's fun, it's a laugh, it's a good life.
And I think that's why I'm happy. Non-conformist is the word I think. No conforming to popular trends, no conforming to music styles and film preferences. Just do your own thing.
It's a fun life. Trust me on that.
For a while, I've struggled with a proper answer. But, in one of those random time-to-yourself-and-all-you-do-is-think moments, I think I came up with an answer.
And the answer is I just. Don't. Care.
Now, on the surface, I know that makes me seem unfeeling and selfish, but I don't mean it in that way. Obviously, I care for my friends and family and wish them all the best lives and what have you.
But I don't care about popular fads. I don't care about modern music, latest fashion, trends, beliefs, and whatever else people are messing around with these days. I like what I like, I enjoy what I want to enjoy, and I don't care if it's considered 'uncool', 'unpopular' or 'weird'.
My next point is that because I don't care about this stuff, it makes me happy. I don't get stressed trying to find out whats cool all the time. I don't run out of money buying the latest 'cool' shoes. I don't suddenly jump up and start planning up-coming events which people seem to get so over-excited about. I just continue on, leisurely at my own pace, experiencing and liking things by myself. It's a much more happy, peaceful and contented lifestyle.
Another thing is that it makes life more fun. If you don't care if people might think your acting "strangely"; if you don't care that people are giving you odd looks; if you don't care that people might think you immature for having a sonic screwdriver [yuh-huh] - then you can just have a laugh and enjoy yourself. I mean yeah, I don't obviously do things that are outside of the law, but I do still do things which people label as 'uncool' behaviour, but, what does it matter?
It's fun, it's a laugh, it's a good life.
And I think that's why I'm happy. Non-conformist is the word I think. No conforming to popular trends, no conforming to music styles and film preferences. Just do your own thing.
It's a fun life. Trust me on that.
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