Got my results today from my resits, annnnnd…..
I Passed 
I can go into my second year of university, whoo!
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Will moved house last weekend, well more…moved shit house into sexy new apartment
I helped him of course, running back and forth in my lickle Francis. We bagged a visitor spot in the secure carpark to move Will’s stuff in with a bit more ease, and we somewhat settled Will into his flat with some essentials, before going for a quick tesco shop. Which turned out to be a very quick tesco shop, somewhat resembling a mad dash on Supermarket Sweep, as Bob, Nicky and Rosie had arrived at Will’s flat (bringing with them some M & S goodness) and we weren’t there! We managed to get back not too long after (although getting lost on the way) and then when packing away our shopping after the grand tour we realised we’d picked up Fanta Zero instead of fanta and Peartizer instead of Appletizer. To say the least, Will was not impressed and we have sworn to never do a quick shop quite like it again. We had a lovely night with not just ordinary nibbles and sandwiches but M & S nibbles and sandwiches, and Will was a brilliant host.
The bed was suitably comfy and we had a nice lie in on the Sunday. My parents rang and said they were going to be in Manchester at the wholesalers and wondered if we wanted to meet for lunch. So Will took the opportunity to use the big Volvo to move his 46 inch Sony Bravia, which we struggled to pack/get down his two flights of windy stairs 
luckily we had no trouble getting it into Will’s new place. However, I did have trouble with certain parking wardens who gave me a ticket for parking in the secure carpark over night when we were told we could. £85 they were fining me, which I was having none of. I finally managed to ring up the head office after been given the wrong number, and told to ‘come back tomorrow’ and then told to ‘ring up tomorrow’; and cancel the ticket.
So back to Sunday, we had a cuppa at Will’s then went to Pizza express for a late lunch, which was absolutely lovely. My mum and dad left soon after, as Millie had been left on her own, and she has recently had a big operation to fix a torn ligament in her knee. Will and I picked up a few more things from his old room and Ross joined us on the way back to Will’s, ready for some 46 inch new top gear action -which we thoroughly enjoyed.
Monday was spent doing Will’s washing, and trying to sort out my uni flat. Then we sorted out more of Will’s old room in the evening. We got back to his new flat quite late and as I unpacked the car I found that the Fanta Zero that had been mincing about in my boot after being rejected, had decided to pierce itself on some kind of sharp object and leak all over my boot and back seat! Managed to mop it up, but my car now smells slightly Fanta-y. We ended up chilling out watching some Sky, and some Doctor Who 
Today I got my exam results, and I passed! Suprisingly. Well I have to re-do/do two pieces of coursework which shouldn’t be too hard, but other than that good. Emma got a first! Clever feckin smeghead. Ha well impressed though.
Going to Will’s this weekend again, he’s out tonight and has drunkenly made plans for the weekend, which involve getting drunk so I’m not too fussed. Emma starts work at the Student Union on Saturday so I’m gonna go down for some Rock Kitchen action and get served first Hopefully I’m going to get a job at the union at some point for September, which would be good. I’m proper skint.
I’ve started to re-learn guitar, brought on by playing a lot of guitar hero 3 which somewhat increased my guitar playing ego I’ve remastered From Autumn To Ashes – Short Stories, and learnt Wonderwall for cliche purposes only. I need to get back into my drumming more though. I am yet to be famous *hmph*
Francis Fiat, my beloved car, was broken into last week (Friday 14th March early morning) outside of Will’s house in Manchester (and this is meant to be the ‘nice’ area). He had his back passenger window smashed:
…and my iPod and Sat Nav were stolen 
Also, annoyingly I’d accidently left my purse in my car after going to tesco; so that was stolen too! The one frickin night I left it in there, my car gets violated. Even more conveniently I had a huge psychology report in on that Friday , and quite frankly I was in no state to be analysing personality test scores. So I was a bit stuck, I’d rang the police, rang the parents, but couldn’t get hold of my lecturer to delay my deadline. I had no money to even buy some plastic sheeting and tape to cover up my window (because my purse had been stolen) and it was looking as though the rain was coming.
I gave Will a lift to work, then drove around for a little bit aimlessly, crying my eyes out not knowing what to do. So I decided to go back to my halls, rang and cancelled all my bank cards (which I found in my bag later in the day anyway *rolls eyes*), and called my insurance company etc, then found some change from my pot in my room and went to B & Q to get some tape. Luckily, Will managed to get through to the head of psychology and I got an extention with no chance of penalisation. Got my window all covered up, and booked for Autoglass to come and fix my window on the Sunday -which was enough hassle let alone what was to come.
So Sunday came, the guy from Autoglass had to ring me 4 times to work out how to get into my Halls carpark (when I had already explained to the man on the phone to inform the man coming to fix my window how to get in “underneath the building, ramp on the left, press the reception button I’ve informed them that you’re coming and they’ll let you in” it’s not friggin’ rocket science ! ) Finally he managed to get in and he started cracking on. Half an hour later or so, he was finished. He showed me the window working (which was good -apart from the window isn’t Fiat and so doesn’t match), then said, that as he was taking the door panel off there was a small crack at the bottom and the whole panel cracked off. He said, to quote “I’ve glued it back on and it’s barely noticeable” The Jim Royle part of me then took over in my head as I thought to myself “Barely noticeable MY ARSE!” It was done so badly, and even though I am a huuge perfectionist, I reckon even a normal person wouldn’t be happy. I asked him if he could do anything, and he said, “well there was a crack and I couldn’t do anything, you’ll have to get a new one from a scrap yard”. I couldn’t believe it. I paid £70 for that!
As soon as he’d left I got on my phone to the complaints department. They said they would ring me on Monday morning and would order a new door panel from Fiat. So not only did he lie saying it was nothing to do with him, and he couldn’t do anything; he actually went through damages already on the car with me before he started to cover his back and mentioned nothing of a crack on the door panel!
That night, after further inspecting my car to find glue on the material of the panel, and screwdriver marks on the handle, the central locking went dodge! Spazzing out whenever I tried to lock it, it kept unlocking itself! Creeped me and Will out, thought we were going to get locked in my car! Eventually after opening the back passenger door and slamming it shut, the locking went back to normal, luckily!
So, 2pm on Monday and no one had rang me yet, so I rang autoglass, and it took the girl on the phone about 15 minutes JUST to bring up my file on the computer. After all that hassle, I just ended up passing everything to the Blackpool department, because I was coming back to St. Annes for Easter. After conversing with Blackpool just once I was impressed at how competant they were compared to Manchester, and my door panel was arranged to be fitted on the Wednesday no trouble.
Everything was sorted out fine (Kudos to Blackpool Autoglass), and now Francis is perfect again (apart from his scratches on the driver door courtesy of some wanker when I was in Spain and Francis was unattended )
I think I’d rather do annnnything but this psychology report that’s in for tomorrow. I don’t even understand it. It’s GAY.
So here I am bloggethoning
Got another gig to chat about: Streetlight Manifesto! They were supporting Reel Big Fish at Manny Academy 1 on Sunday night. They made me happy. Especially when they played ‘Point, Counterpoint’, although where I was stood I seemed to be the only person who knew the words *go me*. I lost Emma and Natalie when that song came on, and I got in with the ‘pit’ but it wasn’t even a fun skanking pit…it was just loads of sweaty, fat lads, jumping up and down.
Which lead me to decide they should seriously make it compulsory, that when you walk into a gig venue, you are sprayed with deodorant. I mean fair enough, people sweat -I don’t mind that, but it’s when they sweat and they fucking stink! It smelt so much of feet at one point, that I could have thrown up, and because I’m smaller I get all their back fat sweat in my face. I didn’t have this problem at From Autumn To Ashes, the crowd were all girls or prepubescent boys who haven’t mastered the art of grossing anyone out with their BO, within a 5 metre radius.
So sweaty, fat, grossoids aside, I had fun. It was less violent than FATA, I only got hit in the nose, and the back, although my T-shirt got ripped and I bust my lip as a fatty shouldered me in the mouth. Oh and some dick’ed infront of me was wearing high heels and she jumped on my foot, right on my big toe joint, so I punched her in the head. I have a bruuuise there now
Other than that I haven’t actually done much recently. I became a bit of a recluse, staying in bed like all day, and hating everything. Then I got a letter from uni saying I’d missed lectures and I had to contact them. So (eventually) I thought I better do something. Went to talk to old Andy Wiseman (the Combined Honours guy) yesterday, didn’t really sort anything out, in fact he was a bit difficult to talk to, but somehow I feel better about things (??)
Got my car fixed, looks as good as new, only £120 too. But a bird has crapped all over it now, can’t wait to go home and wash it. Which will be this weekend, for me Mam’s 50th Birthday, *yay for a nice meal with the family* and hopefully on Friday I’m going out with my bro and me cousin’s for a wild one in Lytham St.Annes!
Back to Psychology now I guess…
It’s Novemeber 5th and I’m sat in, procrastinating…
I have a psychology report in for Wednesday and I’ve written around 167 words of the introduction. Then I have an L & E shit personal development thing in for thursday? and a sociology essay in for Monday. Yay for uni work. Luckily I only need 40% to pass, so…I reckon I only need to work around 40% of the time. Student logic that is 
Right so my rant for today’s post, is about the knob head wo-man who fucking reversed into my car! I was sat nicely in a queue of traffic at a red light, on my way to town, and a woman travelling towards me pulled in behind me (on my side) to park in the parking space which was behind me. My god she could not park to save her life, I mean I know I’m not the best person at parking in the world, but at least I can correct myself relatively easily, and at least I know how big my car is!! She however, continued to pull forward and back to get into this space (there was not even a car parked behind her) and I happened to look behind me to see her reversing…reversing…reversing…INTO MY CAR!! I couldn’t fucking believe it, it sounded awful. I sat there. I paniced. I got out then the traffic started moving. So I got back in and pulled up at the side of the road. I got back out and went to check out my car. There didn’t seem to be much damage, just a few light scratches that would come out with some buffing. As I turned around to see if she’d even fucking realised, she had driven off. This fucking WO-MAN fucked me over. By this time I was in disbelief, I was all shakey. Then a couple pulled up, wound the window down, ‘wow someone actually giving a fuck’ I thought to myself. But NOOO “excuse, how do you get to Deansgate?” this fucking dick’ed asked me… People are twats. To make it worse, walking to my car the other day, I noticed my back bumper is lower on the left side now, because she fucking went and broke the rivet that keeps it in place. Dick’ed.
On a happier note, it’s Will’s 21st birthday party this Saturday. I’ve bought a very pretty dress, and some very pretty shoes especially for it. The Monday after, Will starts his new job and on Wednesday it’s his birthday -although not forgetting Ross’ on Tuesday
Meh that’s all I can be bothered blogging at the minute. No doubt next week I’ll have lots of photos, and news. Especially as I’ve got a few fun packed weekends coming up, inc. Will’s party, Bill Bailey, my cousin’s 18th, my grandma’s 80th, and the medical ball! All that takes me into December -and then it’s nearly Christmas!! My how time flies…
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!
As of today I am a registered student!
wow….
I moved into my Manchester Halls on Saturday, and I was actually quite impressed. My room is bigger than I thought (so I may even smuggle the old eleccy drum kit in ) It’s got a nice bathroom too -of course I knew the shower wouldn’t be capable of more than a trickle so I wasn’t too disappointed when it was ‘shower time‘ (say it like MC hammer would and it’s cool…..yeah) but my bathroom light flickers every time you turn it on. I’m not even epileptic but I might as well be.
Haven’t managed to get my internet sorted there yet, because they don’t accept cash to pay (wtf?), and Natwest are knob’eds and have failed a lot at sending me my debit card, hopefully it’ll be up and running tomorrow though -when the parents make a call. Also getting my parking permit tomorrow as well, for an absolute rip off! Psh…
Went out on Saturday night with Will and Mike, spent most of the time at Will’s, then popped to Deansgate Locks for a drink, I didn’t think much to it though. Sunday was spent, being hungover in Ikea and Tesco with my parents, buying the usual studenty things. Monday, I enrolled for my combined honors course, met Mengis there. So we went out for a nice meal on Canal Street -awesome soup and pizza! Think it was called Villagio or something. Tuesday, was some boring lecture, then ended up back at Will’s house resulting in a 2 hour nap. Which was awesome!
Today was Wednesday, which meant I enrolled to MMU, and got my student card. I also got my Sociology and Psychology time table, and met some cool people on my course. I think I might actually have some friends now! I’ve met my flat mates, and well we haven’t exactly clicked. There are two girls -Kate and Katie, and a lad called Christan. They’re all from London, so I feel a bit out of place being a Northerner ! In my own county! Pah. They seem to be more into dance music and girl stuff (yep even the lad -he was sporting a ‘Louie Vatan’ satchel purse the other day), where as I’m not. Today -the girls walked past me and didn’t even acknowledge me. Fortunately, people on my course are cooool -especially Em so far.
Tomorrow, we’re off bowling -organised by the uni, should be loads of fun! Then in the evening my good friend Bell is coming to stay, which should be good! Friday should be a nice lazy day, might go out for coffee, and as for Saturday -Will is back on the drinking scene so we’re going out to Rock Kitchen. Quite the fun packed week compared to normal!
I think I’m growing to like this whole uni thing…
A couple of days ago my ace, generous father, gave me a cheque for a lota dollar (one thousand pound). This he told me was to get myself started at uni, and for me to buy a laptop if I so wished. Of course, I did wish. I wished for a brand new, shiny white MacBook…And that’s what I got!
Considering the cheque hadn’t cleared yet, I fortunately, had opened a student account with Natwest just yesterday, which gave me over a grand overdraft to play with. So my first withdrawal from Natwest was 800 pound to buy me a MacBook.
I picked Will up as usual from Preston, and we drove to Manchester, conveniently Trafford Centre is on the way home, and even more conveniently the Trafford Centre has an Apple Store!
I got myself the mid range MacBook, 2.16GHz Intel Core 2 Duo, 1GB Memory (will soon upgrade to 2GB), 120 GB Hard drive, DVD writer, built in web cam, etc. Along with a bluetooth, wireless mighty mouse, 2 years warranty, and a case for it. Luckily, being a student has its perks, and I got over 100 pound off my MacBook, 150 quid off my warranty, and like a tenner or something off my mouse. Yay for student discount!
Another one, converted to Mac!
That’s right, I’ve done my ABC’s, and I literally got my ABC’s. My results as of Thursday 17th August stand as follows:
Psychology: A
Sociology: B
(AS) Computing : C
(AS) Art: C
Which brought me to over 350 ucas points, whooping the ass of the 280 I needed to get into Manchester Metropolitan University to study Psychology combined with Sociology.
My uni accommodation is still in the process of being sorted (three months on from when I sent my application in), because MMU seem to have the least organised processing system of any other university (forum after forum is filled with MMU students panicing, because they still havn’t heard whether they have a place to live, 3 weeks before the start of term). I’ve been confirmed with a place in Wilmslow Park Accommodation, just off Oxford Road, on Hathersage Road.
To give you a better picture of where it is, for those of you who have heard of ‘Curry Mile’, (which I recently measured to be only 0.6 miles -psh!) Wilmslow Park is on the first right after the ‘Mile’ when you’re heading into the city centre. Unfortunately, I don’t like curry, but from the outside, Wilmslow Park looks promising, and there’s a Subway, Macdonalds and a cool restaurant that sells curly fries and has dirty desserts probably no less than a minutes walk away.
Good food places aside, I’m not looking forward to viewing my room, I’ve secured ensuite facilities but it’s hardly 5 star, luckily I’ve got a bit of a cleaning problem so my bathroom will be *spotless* within an hours cleaning to avoid my mental panic attacks (where I scream inside a little -lol) caused by the thoughts of the ex resident having lived there. (The worst is hotel baths -I have a fear of baths having been used and being unclean *cringe*!!) The mattress will also have about 3 protectors on before my sheets go on. I reckon I’ll make it into my own lil den soon enough though, with my posters/flags/art/electic drum kit and what not.
On a coooool note, I’ve been collecting the coca cola glasses from Macdonalds, I’ve got 4 so far; grey, blue, purple, and green.
On an even coooooler note, my dad treated me to a sat nav for doing well in my exams. It’s a GARMIN N√ºvi 310, and it’s pretty nifty.
Oh. I nearly forgot (how could I forget my tyre?!). On Tuesday morning, driving the usual Manchester to Preston to home journey, all was well, I dropped Will off in Preston, but as I set off down the A6 I managed to get a puncture in my back right tyre, from a bloody nail. I hadn’t realised intially, but when I did, I began to panic, I had no credit and low battery on my phone, and Preston driving folk aren’t the nicest so I thought I was going to have to tackle changing my tyre on my own. Luckily, Will (who’s Senior Technical Consultant for a clamping company) had noticed my flat as I drove away, so he rang me, and he said he would send a clamper to help me. I found that changing tyres is really easy, you just stand there and watch a man do it lol. I’m so not a feminist.
I thought it was quite novel to see a clamper being productive toward the mobility of a vehicle and there was a few looks from drivers by, one commented on how the spare tyre didn’t look much like a clamp. But I personally thought it was one of those jokes, where everyone was already thinking it, but then someone just had to go and say it.
After, the drive of shame home, down the M55, (my spare permitting me to drive at most 50 mph ) I went to the garage to try get my flat repaired (which would have been a tenner!), only to get the bad news that it was a rim puncture and I’d need a new tyre. I chose the ‘Michelin Kleber’ (a tyre designed for high mileage -seeing as I drive around 120 miles a day!) over the standard shit one, 10 of your english pounds more for the Michelin tyre, priced at 56 pound 12 pence, but I got an extra 15000 miles performance -can’t go wrong with quality.
My next recent dilema, which is the current dilema, is the Mac/PC conflict. Throughout my life I have been a PC user, but after Will’s recent purchase of a MacBook I’ve been thrown into a new world. At the moment, I’m browsing for a Laptop for university, and I think I may have been alured by the Apple Store, with all it’s shiny whiteness and student discount. Macbooks are so sexy, and with the ability to boot Windows anyway why would I want a generic windows laptop that can’t run OS X, that I couldn’t iChat on, and has shit battery life? Psh, let me know if you find a reason why I can’t have my cake and eat it. Now it seems like I’ve made my decision on a Mac, there’s still the choice of which MacBook, Michael Jackson seemed to think ‘it don’t matter if you’re black or white’, but when it comes to MacBooks there’s a big difference. Seems like a trip to the Apple Store is in order.
Bye for now
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