Monthly Archive for October, 2007

So..just bit of an update on the old uni situation.

I’m currently living off mainly cheenz toasties, curly fries from Varsity, cans of coke, and my MacBook.

What a life!

As for the actual lecture/work side of uni -well that’s just shit. Psychology unit 1 might as well be maths, psychology unit 2 might as well be sociology, sociology unit 1 might as well be psychology, and sociology unit 2 might as well be, well, not attended to. I’m not even going to go into quantitative techniques or learning and employability lectures.

Finally got my uni room looking good the other day, it’s well good.

A coupla weekends ago, Will and I popped home to St.Annes, to see Bryson playing a gig at the South Shore Cricket Club. (I got to eat real mum-made food! ) Drinks were too cheap, at about 2 quid a double, so naturally I got my value for money and was mashed on apparently about 14 double Jack Daniels and coke. Well, that much whiskey and I was bound to get violent at some point. After Brysons and Marc’s set, we sat outside with Bryson and his guitar having a good sing song, with Kit, Katie, Zakk, Jess etc. Kit and I managed to get hold of the drummer from Marc’s bands drumsticks and I vaguely remember running after Kit on the field hitting him with them? I lost some time after this I think -when I apparently hit Zakk and Kit in the face? I then prevailed to start on the drummer that replaced me in Marc’s band, ripping into him and refusing to give him his drumsticks back…all of this played back to me in the morning by Will.

After being sick at the cricket club, and near passing out the bench outside, Will and I set out to walk the 10-15 minute walk home. It took us over an hour. I was apparently a nightmare -which I think is hilarious. Whilst walking along the queensway road -we came across some twats who were hiding in the bushes shouting “wanker” as we walked past. (What kind of people sit in the middle of a airport runway field, on Saturday night shouting at people from bushes??) I was mortified at the time and insisted we crossed the road. While all this was happening I was apparently marvelling at every slug we passed (even things that weren’t slugs), as well as shouting at drivers for driving too fast, throwing up, and trying to sit down and then crawl home when Will told me to get up. I sort of remember sitting down on the Queensway pub benches to throw up, and saying I’d be reet if I just took a nap. Well anyway -we got home after a few more stops and we managed to make food. How?!

About an hour later -I was throwing up, and continued to every hour untill about 11 in the morning. At 11, my dad gave me an anti sickness tablet -after this I was gipping at every move. I had nothing left in me -not even bile. I felt like shite! To put it lightly. I thought that some food might sort me out -I ate a grape and decided it wasn’t the best, stomach agreed, a few minutes later I was violently sick (nothing actually real came out) into the kitchen sink -think I scared Will slightly. I then managed to drink a hot vimto and it seemed to sort me out. I later got a Happy Meal from Mcdonalds (hangover cured) and drove back to Manchester.

Last week, I didn’t really get up to much mischief, I helped Emma move into Wilmslow Park, because her flat mate went psycho so she moved halls, which means I’m no longer a billfred. We went out on Wednesday to 5th Avenue with Sinead, and we met a few people there from our halls. I personally didn’t think much to 5th ave. It played music like…paramore? and…um..fall out boy. Not quite my scene. Too much of a trendy ‘I’m a dick’ed, I’ll try pull anything that moves’ kind of clientel, and by about 12 the whole place smelt like sick. Send me to Rockworld anyday. The funny thing is that I bumped into Mengis on my way and he actually warned me about how shit it is. *Hindsight* lol

Ha today, some guy knocked on my uni door, so i opened it. It was a member of the ‘Wilmslow Park 2007 crew’ -so essentially a handy man guy:

man: “I’m here to fix your coat hooks”
me: “my coat hooks?”
man: “yeah, your coat hooks”
me: *looks at coat hooks* “my coat hooks are fine”
man: “oh ok sorry”

To be honest -the conversation was a lot funnier in my head.

Hmmm…Someone is cooking something pretty badly in the kitchen.. smells like…burnt fish. niiiice.

Cheenz FTW!