Suicide notes are surprisingly effective at killing pointless bureaucracy.

No pun intended.

Today, I was slapped by a woman in a veil. I told her that her ankles were showing. Now I'm all for multi ethnic societies, but when common courtesies are misconstrued by another race as an insult, this is an insult upon me. And to everyone in a similar disposition. By accepting her faith, and sympathising with her religious tendancies, I thought it to be a courtesy on my part to subtly let her know she was contradicting her faith. All in good manners yes? Trying to immerse myself in other's culture? Remind me not to do that in future. hmffffff. I find it depressing and sad. New labour government, I blame YOU.

Anyway, rant over. wait, no. Here comes the rant mentioned in the title.
I applied for my student finance waybackwhen in April. sorted it out, filled out the evidence, and by the time results day came, i was ready to move up. Boy am I naive. You will know what document I am talking about when I mention the 'Notification of Entitlement' letter, that is supposedly for you to sign, and return, upon starting university. One such letter has cause so much uproar, as one finds it impossible to sign such a document when one is 350 miles from home. Nevertheless, I mentioned my concern to SFE, and they said, and I quote, 'Don't worry, send us an official signature letter, with a student support number (insert number here) and all your details, and that will be fine.'
Fine. Letter written, sent off, recorded express delivery.
No money.
Right, so again, another long conversation ensues with both my mother and SFE, this time saying that they want my mother's MARITAL status proof (for which they coyly apologised for not mentioning) PLUS, they want the original notification anyway. And for it to be scanned by the university? has anyone else had to do this? At this point, I know they're lying through their grinning teeth. Still, I jump through their pointless hoops.
So, here I suggest a solution. by resorting to the most extreme example mentioned above, I predict that they would rather cut their crap than have someone's blood on their hands. Self terrorism is the way forward people! You can imagine how that phonecall would go.
Oh, and tvlicensing.co.uk wants money for a TV license I haven't even applied for. Today is not my day.

Still, on a lighter note, I feel better about being here. The past eleven days (sorry for no update) have been... enlightening. Proving to myself that I can live independently definitely has its bonuses for my self esteem. And I'm starting to form a good social network! Poor Jimi next door hasn't been sober a day he's been here. I think he's forgotten what it feels like not to have constant nausea. Still, we're in a band, and that's awesome.
Degree level chemistry is megahard people, beware, there be demons here. I spent £100 on books alone, and they would either make very good blunt weapons or doorstops, if you catch my drift.
I'm stressed, tired, hungry, slightly alone, and I want my BLOODY MONEY STUDENT FINANCE ENGLAND IF YOU ARE READING THIS HAVE SOME HUMILITY. But I'm ok.
Check back soon.
xx

Well, Here it begins.

Hey all, here's another lengthy update (hopefully) that spans the course of the past seven days.
I sit here presently in my new, shiny, clean extra large new accommodation in the great north of england, and by first impressions, I can firmly say that it's been the biggest of blasts. Following my disappointment in Cornwall,
I was looking forward to starting a new life here in Preston, and so far it has been pretty much seamless. Currently I am very drunk, so I find it easier to open up my thoughts and feelings. It has been everything I had hoped for and more. Great and attractive housemates, loads of banter, great food, great music courtesy of 53 degrees, and so far a great move in.
Heh, being drunk on the first night of university is always a great sign of what is to come. are any of you guys drunk on your first night? if not, then you bloody well should be XD
This is my life. This is what defines me and shapes me as a character over the next three years. I will make good choices, bad ones, and I will experience things I will never forget, and never want to. By no means am I leaving my old life behind, but I feel a great need to try and make it on my own, to see if i can gain some form of self confidence through this. But then again, aren't we all? Isn't university just one big proving ground, where the men are separated from the boys? I plan firmly to be, or become, a man. And I invite you, my friends, to join and follow me in this process. By writing this blog, I want you to feel the same thoughts as I do, and I want you to know what is going through my head in the best, and worst times. Take this blog as the best form of student advice you can get. Second hand experience.
I met a great person this evening (Helen), and she's shown me an absolutely amazing time. Thanks, kiddo XD
Seriously, if you want a good night out, don't hesitate for a minute to come to 53 degrees here in Preston. just gimme a call if you're coming, and I'll show you the bee's knees, as it were.
I will miss every one of my Cornwall friends dearly. Fear not chaps! I will be home once more! With open arms and a warm hug to all that request! Especially you, Thomas. Lottie will look after you in my place.
My room is already a shitheap hehe.
Then again, isn't everyone's?
I feel happy.
That's all that matters to me. Except for the whole Tinnitus thing. I hate that infernal ringing in my ears after coming out of an incredibly loud club. You all know what I mean.
Still, Goodnight world. Call me when I'm sober XD
xxx

An overwhelming desire to cack people with trousers underneath their asses..

Oh come on, don't you just want to? I mean, here they are, acting all cool, and it'd be funny to just run up and pull 'em down. I guess that's one of my numerous pet peeves. Another is slow people on the pavement. yesterday I ran into both of those pet peeves in ONE person. Not cool.
Well, 4 days till go time. I'm hella nervous, my student loan hasn't come through yet, but I've been assured by family i will have the cash I need. Sometimes I love my family. You all should really, I was talking to my good friend Mr. Knight today, and he seems pretty keen to just get out of the house ASAP. I can see why you all should feel the need to, but what I'm saying is, you'll never have a place like family place. And they will always have your back when you most need it. By all means make the jump to independence, but remember that you always have a place to go back to if things go south. That makes me, at least, feel a little better about moving out.
In other news, The valves hath come! rejoice in my sonic gratitude! Haha, like you guys care, anyhoo XD
Soo much CRAP needed to take to university! Like it's gonna take more than several trips to get my life to Preston. Seeing the past 10 years of my life in boxes kinda lands it in my mind that I'm moving on. I'm sure it'll mean something to you people too.
BTW, I figure I'm probably gonna update this Blago-Blag like every 4 days or something. You know, so I have interesting things to talk about. Like Cheeeeeeeezeburgers. Omnomnom.
End of post!

OHNOWAIT
Thursday was hella fun. But I wish some things weren't so effing blinding complicated. Thankyou Helen Leswell for an awesomesauce night all the same. I met some really cool people Joe, Lizzy, Hayley, Martin XDXD

Byes!