So, it's been two days since last post, but I'm home. Albeit not for long. Home doesn't feel like home when you're never there, but it feels good to have all the family under one roof again.
I've had this thing in my side for quite some time, and I've been waiting and waiting so i can resolve it. What happens when you realise something under your nose has been there all the time? I know i'm being vague, but i can't reveal too much, as that would give you waay too much information that I am prepared to release unto your bored minds.
I am looking forward to Thursday.
In other news, turns out setting up a bank account requires a helluva lot of work! Here I was expecting to be in-out-done with a new debit card and overdraft, but no. There is only so much bureaucracy one can take. Or am I being too naive?
Mum went to all the effort of cleaning my room while I was gone, and in true teenager style I had to go and dump all my crap on the floor! now i'm back at home, coz now I have zero floorspace. winnn. Oh bed where have you been all my life... words do not describe how tired I am right now. Cracking headache, hot ribena, good movie, fucking pressure change. Goodnight world.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Frying pans are my new best friends
Welp, I'm off to uni. English education systems are royally fucked up as far as organizing education is concerned. I mean, you have the grand total of a day to sort all your shit out before uni, and if you don't, you're screwed. still, this year it worked for me, and I'm on my way.
Soooo much preparation! I have dad here flailing around trying to make sure I have enough money, and I have mum at home running around like a fart in a trance buying everything except my hall's kitchen sink! Woo for caring parents.
Still, this September a daunting thought is at hand. I am going to be on my own, in a strange world, with immediate debt and little money to live by. and that's just the financial side. I won't know anyone, living on my own is going to be a huge task. But don't for one second think that I might be dreading it. It's gonna be freaking awesome. Learning to stand up on your own two feet, being independent from the word go, and the opportunity of meeting people you may have a lifetime connection with. In short, life starts here, my nervous friends. Embrace it while you can. It's not like i need to tell you.
Is a guitar amplifier a good thing to have at university? it's quite big, and heavy. maybe i can use it as a table or something. suggestions?
I'm quite surprised by the number of people I have come across who are dreading one aspect of university life: Cooking. Cooking is easy people! just grab whatever staple food you can find in the nearest euro import store like Lidl or Aldi, and mix and match to whatever goes best! And never ever EVER reheat rice, fish, chicken or eggs. baad times ensue. But still, my mother pounded it into me how important cooking was, and I'm gonna thank her for that, as cooking is an invaluable skill, and one that can grant you many a social upper hand (chicks dig it too XDXD). It's never too late to learn.
well, that's all that's on my mind, and STILL no valves. Fuck it...
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Circa 1:30 AM, Still no valves.
So I guess this is kind of an insight into 'the inner workings of my mind', or at least, some vain attempt to grasp and capture my thoughts. So, for what its worth, and to whom may read, welcome.
For the past three weeks I have been residing in Ireland, with my father, in order to get some family time in before my 'real' life begins at university. For the most part, it's been fun, I guess, as a teenager growing up in a modern civilization, I only had the influence of one parent, as depressing as that is to think about. Being with my father gives me a chance to live the other side of the coin, and to gain a sense of that good 'ol father-son business I've heard so much about from those corny american movies from the 60's or whatever. But i can't help feeling a sense of misplacement. I am like my father in so many ways, and not all of them the best. He has a family here now, and me being his only son, I should still feel that attachment, that sense of duty a son has to carry on the respect of his father. This has not been the case in literal terms. I've been sat up here on this double bed for a good 4 hours now, because I don't like going downstairs and sitting in front of the TV in silence, watching the latest episode of Dexter, exposed to the cold looks of my daunting stepmother (despite her meaning well, her default expression is fairly intimidating).
It's not all doom and gloom however, whilst being here I managed to build myself a new guitar amplifier, for which I am STILL waiting on the valves for, 2 weeks is late not savvy, and I have many a time called upon the aid of my good friend Max to take me out to the city and have a great time with all our friends. Seriously, it's like a whole other life i lead here. Explains the feeling of misplacement, I guess.
Before coming to Ireland, there was drama. My girlfriend and I had split up, on my terms, so that we could get on with the rest of our lives, as smoothly as possible. I guess i feel kinda empty, really, I mean, 16 months is a helluva long time when you're a student and everything (and everyone) is happening around you. You get to that stage in the relationship where you think there is nothing else right for you, and that person takes up your time, and you want them to take it, every waking moment spent thinking about them. I believe it's called the Infatuation Phase. Well, it seemed to last a helluva while. So long in fact, (and I'm being honest here) that i blind-sighted myself into falling for her. It being long distance an' all meant that time passed enough between physical contact for the feeling of need to grow, and take a foothold on you. In no way am I bitching, so to speak, about my Ex, this is just a hindsight analysis. I think that's why long distance relationships can last. And it sure feels cold to me.
So, that explains all the free time i have! now my body clock is well and truly fucked, 4AM is notttt the best time to go sleep. Cornwall, I miss you, and every one of my friends. Time to claw myself back to a proper sleep schedule. Goodnight world.
For the past three weeks I have been residing in Ireland, with my father, in order to get some family time in before my 'real' life begins at university. For the most part, it's been fun, I guess, as a teenager growing up in a modern civilization, I only had the influence of one parent, as depressing as that is to think about. Being with my father gives me a chance to live the other side of the coin, and to gain a sense of that good 'ol father-son business I've heard so much about from those corny american movies from the 60's or whatever. But i can't help feeling a sense of misplacement. I am like my father in so many ways, and not all of them the best. He has a family here now, and me being his only son, I should still feel that attachment, that sense of duty a son has to carry on the respect of his father. This has not been the case in literal terms. I've been sat up here on this double bed for a good 4 hours now, because I don't like going downstairs and sitting in front of the TV in silence, watching the latest episode of Dexter, exposed to the cold looks of my daunting stepmother (despite her meaning well, her default expression is fairly intimidating).
It's not all doom and gloom however, whilst being here I managed to build myself a new guitar amplifier, for which I am STILL waiting on the valves for, 2 weeks is late not savvy, and I have many a time called upon the aid of my good friend Max to take me out to the city and have a great time with all our friends. Seriously, it's like a whole other life i lead here. Explains the feeling of misplacement, I guess.
Before coming to Ireland, there was drama. My girlfriend and I had split up, on my terms, so that we could get on with the rest of our lives, as smoothly as possible. I guess i feel kinda empty, really, I mean, 16 months is a helluva long time when you're a student and everything (and everyone) is happening around you. You get to that stage in the relationship where you think there is nothing else right for you, and that person takes up your time, and you want them to take it, every waking moment spent thinking about them. I believe it's called the Infatuation Phase. Well, it seemed to last a helluva while. So long in fact, (and I'm being honest here) that i blind-sighted myself into falling for her. It being long distance an' all meant that time passed enough between physical contact for the feeling of need to grow, and take a foothold on you. In no way am I bitching, so to speak, about my Ex, this is just a hindsight analysis. I think that's why long distance relationships can last. And it sure feels cold to me.
So, that explains all the free time i have! now my body clock is well and truly fucked, 4AM is notttt the best time to go sleep. Cornwall, I miss you, and every one of my friends. Time to claw myself back to a proper sleep schedule. Goodnight world.
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