Closing MSN I blinked and remembered: "Bugger I haven't done my blog post for the day!" And as it is 15 minutes to midnight I will keep this brief, I'm very tired for some unknown reason but am getting up even earlier tomorrow and have an even more tiring day too. Luckily Friday and the weekend are coming up so much well deserved rest can be had. Sorry for the very brief post but I had to put something!
-Ross
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
Tuesday, 29 September 2009
Ooh...that's Gonna Hurt in the Morning.
Stumbling back to my flat at 7.20pm, I threw my bag off and slumped onto my bed. Ow, I was as sore as sore could be, but kickboxing was a lot of fun.
...Then I realised I still had a lot to do: eat the remains of my dinner (in fact I made myself a bowl of Cheerios and Coco Pops too), unpack my drying (like washing but...with a dryer) and copy my timetable onto my notepad. That doesn't sound a lot, but when your arms and legs feel like lead weights, it's significantly harder.
I'm even too tired to type anything significant, so I guess I shall leave it at this. I had a very leisurely start (my first class was at 4pm), and therefore managed to dry my still damp clothes, sheets and towels, hoover my room and went out to buy myself some fruit and veg at Tesco Express. So I've had a healthy day today. Joy of joys.
-Ross
...Then I realised I still had a lot to do: eat the remains of my dinner (in fact I made myself a bowl of Cheerios and Coco Pops too), unpack my drying (like washing but...with a dryer) and copy my timetable onto my notepad. That doesn't sound a lot, but when your arms and legs feel like lead weights, it's significantly harder.
I'm even too tired to type anything significant, so I guess I shall leave it at this. I had a very leisurely start (my first class was at 4pm), and therefore managed to dry my still damp clothes, sheets and towels, hoover my room and went out to buy myself some fruit and veg at Tesco Express. So I've had a healthy day today. Joy of joys.
-Ross
Monday, 28 September 2009
"Cookies?" "They're Christmas Cookies."
"...Detergent, bugger."
I knew I'd forgotten something, but standing in the University Laundrette, surrounded by guys who were at least a year older, more confident than me, and with friends; I didn't want to be spending too long thinking...
In my naivette I also thought that the washer would take, at most, 20 minutes. Boy was I wrong...after standing there for 40 minutes my first washer finished, followed shortly by the second. Unfortunately because the washer's were twice as expensive as I thought they'd be, and having to use twice as many washers as well; I didn't have enough for the dryer.
After reporting all this to my Mother I was ordered back to the Laundrette to use a dryer for the wettest of my items, I came back and ironed for an hour and a half, which is strangely relaxing (even if it did make my cell feel like a sauna). I've decided I'll go do a proper wash on Thursday, when I have 6 hours free between classes.
Other than that, I was introduced to three pieces of coursework today in my three classes. All of which don't look too hard, and I'm rather looking forward to the IT parts. Though I was offended when they suggested we buy a book on how to Photoshop. PSHAW! I didn't spend two years on an Art A Level for nothing!
-Ross
I knew I'd forgotten something, but standing in the University Laundrette, surrounded by guys who were at least a year older, more confident than me, and with friends; I didn't want to be spending too long thinking...
In my naivette I also thought that the washer would take, at most, 20 minutes. Boy was I wrong...after standing there for 40 minutes my first washer finished, followed shortly by the second. Unfortunately because the washer's were twice as expensive as I thought they'd be, and having to use twice as many washers as well; I didn't have enough for the dryer.
After reporting all this to my Mother I was ordered back to the Laundrette to use a dryer for the wettest of my items, I came back and ironed for an hour and a half, which is strangely relaxing (even if it did make my cell feel like a sauna). I've decided I'll go do a proper wash on Thursday, when I have 6 hours free between classes.
Other than that, I was introduced to three pieces of coursework today in my three classes. All of which don't look too hard, and I'm rather looking forward to the IT parts. Though I was offended when they suggested we buy a book on how to Photoshop. PSHAW! I didn't spend two years on an Art A Level for nothing!
-Ross
Sunday, 27 September 2009
I Don't Go Outside Anymore...
"One to the city centre please."
The bus driver looked at me and furrowed her brow, she was trying to figure out if my aggressive tone was intentional or not. Whether you count it as a blessing or a curse, my recent sore throat has given me more of a gutteral growl than a voice.
Deciding that I wasn't trying to intimidate her, she accepted my change and I took my ticket before heading up to the second story of the bus. Sitting down on the remarkably clean and stainless seats, I placed my bag next to me and pushed my headphones back into my ears as I stared out the window. I wasn't sure where the bus would take me on my closer to my would-be home, but I was honestly quite apprehensive as the bus pulled away from the kerb.
I've come to realise that being away from home, I still hold onto the old feelings of clinging to what I know best, to never explore and to be safe...watching the sun set as the suburban housing and single story shops turned into apartments and big shopping chains I realised that I could be perfectly comfortable if I ever decided to take a bus somewhere one day and not know anything about where I was going or when I'd get there.
This is probably part of my 'awakening' into the concious world of adulthood from the subconcious world of childhood.
...That was far too philosophical for a Sunday evening, I think it's a sign for me to sit back and couch potato while watching River Cottage.
-Ross
The bus driver looked at me and furrowed her brow, she was trying to figure out if my aggressive tone was intentional or not. Whether you count it as a blessing or a curse, my recent sore throat has given me more of a gutteral growl than a voice.
Deciding that I wasn't trying to intimidate her, she accepted my change and I took my ticket before heading up to the second story of the bus. Sitting down on the remarkably clean and stainless seats, I placed my bag next to me and pushed my headphones back into my ears as I stared out the window. I wasn't sure where the bus would take me on my closer to my would-be home, but I was honestly quite apprehensive as the bus pulled away from the kerb.
I've come to realise that being away from home, I still hold onto the old feelings of clinging to what I know best, to never explore and to be safe...watching the sun set as the suburban housing and single story shops turned into apartments and big shopping chains I realised that I could be perfectly comfortable if I ever decided to take a bus somewhere one day and not know anything about where I was going or when I'd get there.
This is probably part of my 'awakening' into the concious world of adulthood from the subconcious world of childhood.
...That was far too philosophical for a Sunday evening, I think it's a sign for me to sit back and couch potato while watching River Cottage.
-Ross
Saturday, 26 September 2009
Built to Last..
Again I find myself staring at the TV, occasionally coughing and groaning. My first full weekend away from home at University had been plagued with illness. Nothing severe, a sore throat and a cough, but either way; when you're ill what you want is to be somewhere...home. And even though now I don't feel anywhere near as lonely as I felt this time last week, it's still not and never will be a home to me.
Today was uneventful, again. So again I have very little to say, but I promise tomorrow will be a little bit more interesting; you'll just have to bear with me when it comes to weekends. Tomorrow my Father will arrive on his way back from Exeter, where he'll have spent most of his weekend trying to control the garden of my Granny's house.
Despite my uneventful and rather trialsome (I reserve the right to combine two words if I want to, it's my blog after all) day, as anyone who's had a sore throat before will understand, I have had very little to report on, so I suppose I shall bring this post to an end.
-Ross
Today was uneventful, again. So again I have very little to say, but I promise tomorrow will be a little bit more interesting; you'll just have to bear with me when it comes to weekends. Tomorrow my Father will arrive on his way back from Exeter, where he'll have spent most of his weekend trying to control the garden of my Granny's house.
Despite my uneventful and rather trialsome (I reserve the right to combine two words if I want to, it's my blog after all) day, as anyone who's had a sore throat before will understand, I have had very little to report on, so I suppose I shall bring this post to an end.
-Ross
Friday, 25 September 2009
Crunchy Apple...
I stared blankly at the TV and tried not to think about how much my throat was hurting. I looked back at my laptop screen and frowned, I'd spent the whole day staring at these two screens; mainly because of how lousy I felt, and because today was my day off. I knew from the begining of the day that I wasn't going to be going out today. Or tomorrow. I'm not a 'going out and getting drunk' kind of person. I don't really know anyone around here well enough yet.
As I feared yesterday, my day has been very uneventful. Apart from my sore throat, and the University turning off the water in our building for "emergency repairs" and not telling us when it was back on, today has passed by with little to nothing happening. Now though, my sore throat is getting to me despite pumping myself full of painkillers. The one other unfortunate side affect of my sore throat is that my adam's apple seems to be crunching against something everytime I swallow, with a fitting noise to go along with it.
For a lack of anything else to say, I shall end this post for today. Tomorrow I attempt to use the laundrette...probably. Depends if I feel well enough for it. I'm sure you'll all be waiting with baited breath for the results.
-Ross
As I feared yesterday, my day has been very uneventful. Apart from my sore throat, and the University turning off the water in our building for "emergency repairs" and not telling us when it was back on, today has passed by with little to nothing happening. Now though, my sore throat is getting to me despite pumping myself full of painkillers. The one other unfortunate side affect of my sore throat is that my adam's apple seems to be crunching against something everytime I swallow, with a fitting noise to go along with it.
For a lack of anything else to say, I shall end this post for today. Tomorrow I attempt to use the laundrette...probably. Depends if I feel well enough for it. I'm sure you'll all be waiting with baited breath for the results.
-Ross
Thursday, 24 September 2009
Gotta Kick at the Darkness 'til it Bleeds Daylight...
"Oi, mate," I turned round to look at the well-built guy addressing me. "You wan' to try out for Rugby?" His hand slapped me on the shoulder as I tried to figure out whether he was joking or being serious. Looking down at my figure I hardly looked Rugby material...thin, gangly. No, not even a figure that'd suit a flyhalf. I politely declined and waited for Jack to finish signing up for Tennis. Today had been interesting to say the least.
Before I continue on about today though, I must mention the one thing I forgot to mention yesterday: my headphones broke. Luckily I brought my cans, big studio DJ style headphones, but it's always nice to have the option to use small ones for when you don't want huge headphones weighing down your neck all day. As a result, I will probably take a slight excursion to Maplins this weekend.
Back to the present, or more recent past at least. Today was the sport's and societies fair. Although the societies part was rather a let down (only 4 or 5 very obscure societies) the sports part was far from. Though some of the sports clubs were more exclusive and demanding than the others, I managed to sign myself up for kickboxing. Hold your laughter for a few moments, it was a nice change to most sports I'm used to, and very cheap at only £2 a session after the first and no extra charges for kit or anything. Rather a good deal I figured, so I'll give it a shot. Plus it gets me out two nights a week so that can't be too bad.
Of course I suppose most of you are intrigued about the field trip which I mentioned yesterday, so I shall not disappoint. The field trip involved a mixture of terrorists, explosions and a little bit of journalism mixed in with it all. The facility where the exersise was staged was owned by the University, so aside from being a bit outlandish for a rural, South-England village it was also quite obvious to notice it's absurdity. Despite the fact that the corpse was moving around, it was obvious a lot of preparation had been put into it's preparation and this was silently appreciated by all involved, I'm sure.
Our group seemed to also be the leading group in terms of speed, quantity and quality of article writing. If I can find a link on Monday, I'll post it here so that you can read it.
Though after a few drinks with my Uncle this evening I have found myself quite tired, so I shall bring this train of thought to a close for tonight, with a three-day-weekend coming up, I'm sure I will have...to find something to do to make for interesting blogging. I believe I've reached what my Father would call: "Blogger's block."
-Ross
Before I continue on about today though, I must mention the one thing I forgot to mention yesterday: my headphones broke. Luckily I brought my cans, big studio DJ style headphones, but it's always nice to have the option to use small ones for when you don't want huge headphones weighing down your neck all day. As a result, I will probably take a slight excursion to Maplins this weekend.
Back to the present, or more recent past at least. Today was the sport's and societies fair. Although the societies part was rather a let down (only 4 or 5 very obscure societies) the sports part was far from. Though some of the sports clubs were more exclusive and demanding than the others, I managed to sign myself up for kickboxing. Hold your laughter for a few moments, it was a nice change to most sports I'm used to, and very cheap at only £2 a session after the first and no extra charges for kit or anything. Rather a good deal I figured, so I'll give it a shot. Plus it gets me out two nights a week so that can't be too bad.
Of course I suppose most of you are intrigued about the field trip which I mentioned yesterday, so I shall not disappoint. The field trip involved a mixture of terrorists, explosions and a little bit of journalism mixed in with it all. The facility where the exersise was staged was owned by the University, so aside from being a bit outlandish for a rural, South-England village it was also quite obvious to notice it's absurdity. Despite the fact that the corpse was moving around, it was obvious a lot of preparation had been put into it's preparation and this was silently appreciated by all involved, I'm sure.
Our group seemed to also be the leading group in terms of speed, quantity and quality of article writing. If I can find a link on Monday, I'll post it here so that you can read it.
Though after a few drinks with my Uncle this evening I have found myself quite tired, so I shall bring this train of thought to a close for tonight, with a three-day-weekend coming up, I'm sure I will have...to find something to do to make for interesting blogging. I believe I've reached what my Father would call: "Blogger's block."
-Ross
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