Just a much-needed update

Well all of that's changed a bit...


Wrote a blog at the start of the uni year (when I had a working laptop) and then things happened; I suppose I enjoyed myself didn't I... blogs were of no interest to me or apparently anyone else. Blogger has dried up into ancient history now... But now I am back in Caerphilly, I felt a sudden urge to give the site a little gander. Not much to look at, I don't particularly expect many viewers on this but that's no worry. I'll link it to Tumblr anyway, so....yay.


I wish to update my blog on what uni was like at the end of the Freshers' Year in Swansea :)


The flat's inhabitants changed. We lost Pete after a few weeks; he wasn't a very enthusiastic member of 180... He spent his nights out at different flats - no problem in that - although whenever he came back to our flat he never made an effort to talk to us. He was the local Swansea boy; he had better people to talk to than us clearly. He moved out in the, let's say, 5th/6th week of term.


His bedroom remained empty for decent amount of time until a few weeks before the Christmas holidays when we gained the lovely & scary Christiern into our midst

He had been living in a flat where the people were strange, horrid. They liked to sacrifice children and eat eyeballs and things like that, so he was quite right to come and live with us in 180. We celebrated our flat Christmas Party at the time he arrived into the flat. Which was extremely delicious I must say. Also, I and Matteo were particularly talented at the washing-up...


Note on Christiern:


Name - Christiern Francis
Nationality - From Cornwall
Height - Taller than Me
Drink - Everything (especially Cornish Rattler)
Food - Cornish pasty
Attitude - Angry
Sport - Banter


First term over with, we all went home and sulked from lack of fun uni drinking. For WEEKS. And then we returned back to the land of Swansea for exams and whatnot. They weren't really important, they were meh.


It was during this term that Amy became less and less seen in our flat (always at her boyfriend's), which was perfectly opposite to amount of moths seen in the flat. Every day we had pet moths sitting on the cupboards, the oven, the plates, our food. They are prone to suicidal tendencies by way of drowning themselves in the sink. Odd little buggers. We also gained a pet potato, named Manuel. So all was not lost at the general disappearance of Amy!


Life moved on as it always did in the flat of 180. And at some point Hannah gained her present boyfriend Toby. Ah, we all loved Toby! She met him in a flat party, and they became inseparable ever after.

We moved on to the Easter holidays, another long separation. The third term made up for it though. It was fraught with excitement and tales, more drinking and sleeping than ever before. This term was where Toby became the regular inhabitant of 180 (a much better replacement for Amy than a potato...!)


The May/June exams over, many of us Jacks stayed in Swansea until the 18th of June. I ended up visiting hospital once for overindulging on Jägerbombs; I then proceeded to walk home in the rain from the hospital, a distance of 8 and a half miles. It was a bloody long & shameful walk. 


And then yeah, it was over. I haven't really done the village justice with this blog. But this is just a brief story of some of the events; I should have kept regularly updating but never mind. Just know that I will miss the village bitterly. The house next year will be superb I am sure, with its balcony, sea view, double bed bedrooms and a living room WITH A TV! :o But it won't have the student community feel of the village or the exclusivity that you can't have when living in an area with the normal public next-door. I am sorely envious of the next load of freshers to turn up in Hendrefoelan. 
I love you Village <3


Au revoir.


xx

My flat.

There's a few things in my flat, so here now I have decided to blog about these things.

I've been meaning to this blog for ages but I kept forgetting to take my camera out to do the pictures. But never the mind! I have done it now :D

Well yes I have a kitchen:

As you can see, its surprisingly clean here :D

Not anymore.... =/ the bowels just love to pile up, and nobody ever dries their dishes and whatnot. It gets impossible to cook because of the great pile of dirty washing. Yay.

And here you see Matteo posing in the sitting down area of the kitchen:

Its not his usual pose, which is where he stares wistfully into the distance, even in his room where there is no distance to the wall. Behind Matteo, you can see our makeshift sofa, The Times upon it; you can see the mop I danced with in an earlier night next to the blue chair (which they STOLE out of my bedroom! -.-); you can also see me taking the photo in the very reflective window. 

So that's enough of the kitchen. If you walk towards Matt and then turn right you won't go anywhere...you'll look through the window that stares into the forest. If you turn left however you'll be able to walk down the corridor that goes past my bedroom!

There's Jess in the corridor. There's not an awful lot to comment on in the corridor. Urm - don't break the fire extinguisher! It costs a lot of money apparently.

So now I turn leftways once more.

And oh! look, I've found my room! :D Ben did not approve of my putting up of the Welsh flag, but muhahahaha!

I hope that gives you an idea of the conditions I'm living in. :) I do like it! And now I shall end this blog, as it is late...

Night, all you strangers of Swansea, and Sarah

xxx

I'm in Swansea too!

So now under the curious glances of my flat-mates, I dare to write a blog about my comings and goings throughout Swansea.

I think I've come across as the freak of corridor 180* (not cupboard 180). There's 7 of us living here, and I've definitely been the one who's kept himself to himself so far. They must also think I'm quite geeky, as I've spent a lot of time on my laptop (which has internet for the first time ever! :D so I am excusing myself).

I don't worry about it though because this is just the way I act when I'm at home; I like time to myself. They'll just have to learn to live with me, and it can't be that hard because I'm pretty quiet, I don't demand much kitchen time and I'm pretty determined to get a good cleaning schedule going!

Anyway - them:

• Matteo Giliotti

He's a cool curly haired guy from London; and he's doing Classical Civilization, the closest course to mine of people on my corridor. I spent time with him yesterday discussing various things as we were attempting to fix my laptop. I feel that he's the most like me as well, not just because he likes history (he likes the Greek stories, and he's done a course in Latin before! :o but he didn't learn anything =/) but because he seems a bit more apprehensive about everything. Although nothing compared to me, really.

• Amy Marshall

Amy reminds me of Bethan Lintern (in my Geography class of this year, and my French class of the year before). She has the same kind of personality and attitude and whatnot. I haven't really made much conversation with her so far. She seems pretty nice though. And ooh, she's from Worcestershire...

• Ben Granville

Ben definitely thinks I'm weird... He seems a lot more outgoing than me, and whenever I do strike up a conversation myself I think I bore him. Then again I don't strike up them conversations an awful lot... Never the mind. I hope to make more of an impact on all my corridor-mates in the next few months. I'd like to be the geek, but more of a talkative geek. Yes :) 

Anyway, Ben is going to be going to the zoology lectures (I just remembered that Amy is also doing that!), which sounds interesting. I haven't heard him talking about it though...

• Jessica Milsom

She was the first person I met yesterday. She was the last person to get here as well, and I had an amazing conversation with her dad. She's seems cool, quite a bit girly - she brought pink cutlery! Although that is practical because no one can mistake it for someone else's. She also seems pretty smart, actually amazingly smart. Similar to Karan, although I haven't felt irritated by her conversation. She lets me speak too :) And she's doing Economics, I believe...

And she's from Llantwit Major.

• Pete Edwards

Pete seems to definitely be the most outgoing of the corridor... He went gallivanting on both Friday and Saturday, and I've barely seen him properly. And at the present time, I have no idea what course he's doing. 

I'll have to make updates on his life later...

• And last but not least, Hannah Marriot

Hannah I've learnt a lot about - well I've learnt a lot about her boyfriend anyway - she's a rather talkative girl. But there's nothing bad in that, she makes conversation well. Yeah, her boyfriend's in Cardiff at the moment, I believe visiting some of his mates and he was supposed to come down yesterday, but :O he did not! 

She's going to be doing law, she broke her phone a few weeks ago... and yeah she's talked about a lot of things I'll not be listing down. 

So yeah, there's my fellows... but last night - my first freshers' night I didn't spend much time with them. We were playing card games in the kitchen, and Ben had invited like all the neighbours. There was 15 of crammed around a table! And yeah, then I had a text of Sarah, so off I went at about 10 to the Student Union, the queue was horrific. I had a few fleeting conversations with this huge guy from Port Talbot, with an amazing Welsh accent, and this American girl who was from Maryland - she explained how the weather was different in Maryland compared to Arizona :) ... Eventually, I managed to get in (just after seeing Adam come out of the club :o which was shocking!)

I got into the Union at about 12... And danced a bit, met this guy called Chris who will also be doing Ancient History :D and then by 1 I was walking back home. I didn't find it very interesting to be honest.

Next time my corridor-mates go to town, I shall be joining them. I've heard off of them and Swaran that the frivolities of actual Swansea are amazing. So yes, that is my plan.

Now I must make myself known because I've spent the last hour writing this, and they've probably forgotten my name.

I've been nicknamed Glen, Ewan, Gwyneth and Three-Beer James (:s) already!

Gwyn says Bye! :D

At least I'm not going to Glamorgan ;D

So this is it! Well, there's, what, three weeks left until I bugger off to Swansea, but really all of 'it' has happened and now I feel like everything's moved away.

I've been having these sad moments in bursts for quite a while, I keep thinking 'well that'll be the last time I see them then/last time I walk around here'.

I'm losing people and I'm losing Caerphilly... I mean I hope you all know how much I will miss you. But Caerphilly doesn't know because it has no ears =[

I shall miss the walks around, the mountain, the shops that always suited my simple needs, the pubs, the chavvy bits and the posh bits. I'll miss sitting outside the castle to read books, eating Greggs or Subway.

I mean I can do all the typical things I've done for years when I'm older, but it won't be the same... I'm not sure I can really have the same thing in Swansea. Swansea is so much bigger than Caerphilly!


Anyway, I'm positive - I'm happy and well, I'm shocked I didn't write a blog about my results :o

Well yeah, I had Cs in History and Geography and the Welsh Bacc... could've done better in History if I'd applied myself in the coursework, but nay... it was irritating coursework. Swansea liked me anyway so Yay! :D

I'm going to be living in cupboard 180 in the student village in Swansea....although apparently it's a particularly  rough area (in a place called Sketty - I thought it sounded quite rough..). This will be fun! Then again, do chavs usually associate themselves with students? I would say they're two different ways of life... I mean, for example, one time when I was wandering around Caerphilly on my lonesome I was accosted by four of these chav-types. They wanted to know my sexuality due to my extremely long hair. I informed them that my hair had no bearing on my preferred sexuality, although I assured them I would get my hair cut soon (I didn't). After going through that they asked me whether I was in college. I said, 'Not at all! I am hopefully going to be attending the University at Swansea, to do History'. (I thought if I used my entire course name, I would be punched sooner than later)
I went into some detail about universities and general education, and it kept them quiet for a while. They must have been thoroughly interested and therefore I can conclude that chavs are so astounded by student conversation that they are unable to talk. Therefore, they don't mix sadly =/

Anyway, yes cupboard 180! What I can't wait for is squishing the crap I own into a tiny room, and after a week deciding to throw it out. Who needs a bed? The ground's comfortable enough =]

Also, there's cooking to learn...

And lectures about Ancient History! :D

I hope I can get some internet on my laptop! It hasn't been working since I got it on my birthday..

And I can't wait to vandalise Sarah's house! =] Unless of course its far away from the village, in which case, ugh!
The village is two miles away from the university which is alright; I always walked from my dad's which is two miles away from the school, but its 5 miles away from actual Swansea, which just takes the piss to be honest  -.-

And I've got a few other thoughts about university, but I've run out of typing energy. Soz

BYEEEE :D

Probably the last blog I'll write as a seventeen year old :o

This here is my half century blog. I should have realised this earlier, and there wouldn't have been two weeks of absolutely nothing being blogged :P
You all fail, also.

Anyway, do I want to update you on my day today? Of course I do; my days are amazing, each with excitement that goes beyond normality! =]

Well, today I've started driving again... after months of not doing anything. It was mixed, as I spent half the time acting like a sensible qualified driver, and the other half was just horrible, with stupid little mistakes. -.- Never mind though, it will be easy to fix. I can see the end in sight, and maybe sometime by the end of these holidays I'll be able to drive mine own car! Bill has told me to tell John off because appears to have given up on driving...

Anyway, today I had my first rejection for employment. I shall blame the government - its their fault I am drain on the nation.
So Lidl does not want me. Ugh! What could they possibly be looking for in workers... Surely it can't be that difficult to catch on.. Never mind.

And then today I watched Bitch Slap which I thought was immense! The story was amazing, the action was astounding, the ending so surprising. Yes, a film worthy of watching :P

Today, I was supposed to go to the cinema with Phil to watch Inception; however, due to my lack of phone I could not contact him. Now I have found my old Sony Ericsson, which I intend to use until I get birthday money, to buy a new phone, but he will not reply -.- Irritated. I may be better off just going to watch it next Wednesday - if that is what we are still all doing? I am excited about a film for once; I haven't been to the cinema in a long time...
Hmmm..... no I can't remember the last cinema film I watched.



How much time do you put towards a blog before you just get bored of yourself? I haven't lasted very long today at all. I have no inspiration. Ugh!





Ok , that's just a fail. Ignore all the previous parts of the blog. On Monday, I shall be eighteen. I shall be grown up. I will suddenly have manly thoughts - I'm sure you'll all notice it. I will be doing all them man things, talking about dirt and engines and lingerie constantly =]
I'm quite happy with my birthday already to be honest. Its been the best run-up to the 26th of July in my memory. My parties always tended to fail abysmally, generally just being paltry family affairs, or if I was lucky I'd get John to come and go bowling with me. Not this year! :D I am impressed with myself for getting a camping trip together, and tomorrow we have Rob's birthday barbecue party to go to. And then to top it all, Angharad's taking me to the comedy festival in Cardiff on my actual birthday. I am so excited xD
Ohh, and there is always the Big Cheese to enjoy, but I have that around my birthday every year, so its not all that impressive. Maybe someone will go on Vertigo with me this year? The only person that ever has was one of lewis' cadet friends, two years ago. That was random! People are all wusses though; Vertigo is not scary at all. It goes up high; it is exciting.

Anyway, I feel that I should do a country-specific blog again in the future. I cannot talk about myself very well at all. I can talk about myself in my own head, but not on here. Although actually, it may be because the music is too loud. In any case I feel like rounding this blog off. It is awfully small and unimpressive, so I apologise profusely.


I love you, all those who reside on Blogger! =] xxx


And now I shall be off to sort and clean, and dabble a bit in reading perhaps. The internet's been particularly quiet this evening.

Byeee

Your qalking up a steep steep hill, like a tower steep and oh dear your ahoe lace comes undone :O whaf would you do?

:o I would throw away the shoes and manage the rest of the steep steep hill without them. I'm pretty sure I'd be happy enough with my achievement to ignore my bleeding feet xD

Ask me something interesting and philosophical, please? =]

Ohhh, my birthday's soon. I should have made a reference to that =/

Do you ever get to your blog, think well I need to write something relevant to my life, something people will read and wish to comment on, and then you argue with yourself thinking that you can't possibly write that?

Maybe you think its not interesting, or it will only appeal to a small audience, or you know it'll open an irritating can of worms...

Yeah, but then again you can't really say its like me to stop myself from writing a completely pointless blog... I did write an information article on Nepal after all. =]

Never mind. My life can be as interesting as you see it, and really I got myself blogger to write about myself, and then cringe over it when I'm older. I can already do that. Your person does change an awful lot in a year or two.

Anyway, I can't really update you on what I'm doing. It isn't a lot more than what we're all doing... ie. going to play tennis in the park, going to the Rose & Crown. Although, I am surprised no one has mentioned it in a blog yet, considering how much praise we give it while we are there.. :L
Do you agree that we should become pool masters by the end of the holidays if we continue the tradition? =]
Alas, it is probably just a dream.

(Are there words you hate every time you hear them? I mean like odd ones you have little explanation for? Awesome, epic and fail have become much hated words, but I have other ones like gift and alas. Hearing someone say gift I hate just as much as hearing nails dragging on a table.. Its just hissy...)

I will apply for a job. Soon. I feel that if I write this on here and fail to do so I would be lying to myself and all you lovely followers and I would feel bad then.

AHHHH, when you hit a wall on a blog, its time to give up is it not? If I am bored my writing then surely the reader cannot remain interested. However, no because as I discuss with myself the possible thoughts of my readers, then I am increasingly intrigued by the argument. Although this may be my thing. Well no - I'm sure everyone talks to themselves. If they didn't then they would be mad. But did you all go through long periods in your life with no one to talk to at all, but yourself?

I had this interspersedly from year 5 until about year 10. I guess it kind of helps with your understanding on what makes you, yourself, happy. Meh, I don't know. Do you find me difficult to get through to? I generally prefer to discuss a problem with myself, and then leave it at that. I get squeamish at the idea of dragging people down with my problems. Then again, here I am going against that, by telling blogger things that go on in my head. Although I tend to write a blog, with the beginning and end aimed at other people, and then areas in the middle I don't aim to make sense, I guess.


Anyway, I'm missing many school things, especially Phil as I am undeniably deeply and uncontrollably in love with him.

Bye for now! xD Remember to read my future tales!

Moi