I've begun to notice that I have an aspect of my personality that is most likely to bleed me dry of all my money. In the words of Conor Maynard, "I just can't say no".
Thursday, 28 February 2013
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Blogruary Day 26: The Class
As Blogruary draws to a close, I find myself running out of things to write about.
Monday, 25 February 2013
Blogruary Day 25: The Writing Class
Monday is a strange day at university, we start with a shorthand class then have three hours off before rounding off the day with three hours of law. It makes for a topsy-turvy day.
Sunday, 24 February 2013
Blogruary Day 24: The Headache
Despite going to bed at a reasonable time on Saturday night, I woke up today feeling tired and fatigued. I can't say I was looking forward to going to work.
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Blogruary Day 22: The Bloc Party Gig: Part III
Another day and another gig. This time it would be the twelfth time that I would witness my favourite band, Bloc Party, perform live.
I woke up after the previous nights events tired and it took until my afternoon shower that I felt awake. I walked down to the train station to meet my friend who was coming along with me.
After a short train journey we had made it to Earls Court via a brief stop at a quaint pub where we brought ridiculously named ales such as 'Hair of the Dog'.
We soon made it inside the venue which was massive. It was easily the largest venue that I had seen Bloc Party perform in.
The support bands couldn't have been different. The first, Old Men, were awful. The second, The Joy Formidable, were fantastic.
Eventually Bloc Party came on yet I was sadly stuck near the middle of the arena. The sort of area at a gig that is populated by people who wish to be further towards the carnage and those who just want to stand and nod along.
After another impressive performance, I left content but it took a long time to get out of the venue. Trying to get 19,000 people out of one building is a difficult task at the best of times and it reached a stage that required the police to control the number of people coming in and out of the tube station.
We decided to try and walk to another station and we passed a lady who asked us whether we spoke English. We replied honestly and said yes.
She then proceeded to tell us that she had run out of gas. I didn't quite understand her story and frankly stopped listening until I heard her mention the name of a town situated near Kingston. Why would she travel all this way to get gas?
My friend stated we had no money and she quickly left.
I didn't quite understand what had gone on until my friend explained she was probably a drug-addict.
I knew that gas story was slightly weird.
I woke up after the previous nights events tired and it took until my afternoon shower that I felt awake. I walked down to the train station to meet my friend who was coming along with me.
After a short train journey we had made it to Earls Court via a brief stop at a quaint pub where we brought ridiculously named ales such as 'Hair of the Dog'.
We soon made it inside the venue which was massive. It was easily the largest venue that I had seen Bloc Party perform in.
The support bands couldn't have been different. The first, Old Men, were awful. The second, The Joy Formidable, were fantastic.
Eventually Bloc Party came on yet I was sadly stuck near the middle of the arena. The sort of area at a gig that is populated by people who wish to be further towards the carnage and those who just want to stand and nod along.
After another impressive performance, I left content but it took a long time to get out of the venue. Trying to get 19,000 people out of one building is a difficult task at the best of times and it reached a stage that required the police to control the number of people coming in and out of the tube station.
We decided to try and walk to another station and we passed a lady who asked us whether we spoke English. We replied honestly and said yes.
She then proceeded to tell us that she had run out of gas. I didn't quite understand her story and frankly stopped listening until I heard her mention the name of a town situated near Kingston. Why would she travel all this way to get gas?
My friend stated we had no money and she quickly left.
I didn't quite understand what had gone on until my friend explained she was probably a drug-addict.
I knew that gas story was slightly weird.
Friday, 22 February 2013
Blogruary Day 21: The Club Gig
I went to McClusky's last night for the first time in about two years, yesterday night.
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Blogruary Day 20: The Rest of the Day
It hasn't been the most exciting of days, so I decided that perhaps it would make a nice change to blog about the rest of my day ahead.
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Blogruary Day 19: The Fire Alarm
Today seemed like a good day to get some work done but as always happens, things got in the way.
Monday, 18 February 2013
Blogruary Day 18: The Room
There is a computer room at university that is specially assigned to Master's students. Today, it was taken over.
We had a three and a half hour gap in between classes today so, determined to make the most of the time, we planned to go to our usual room.
After an editorial meeting, we set off to the room only for a class-mate to inform us that the room was taken.
How dare these random room thieves take our room! It was specially designated to post-graduate students but here was a class taking over.
We eventually found another room but it wasn't the same. It didn't have the atmosphere that our usual room had.
I went back an hour later to see if it was free where I ran into another class-mate. Yet another class had taken the room for the hour and time was running out until my next class of the day.
I must be getting old because that room has become more than a room. It has become my sanctuary at university. It has become my second home.
We had a three and a half hour gap in between classes today so, determined to make the most of the time, we planned to go to our usual room.
After an editorial meeting, we set off to the room only for a class-mate to inform us that the room was taken.
How dare these random room thieves take our room! It was specially designated to post-graduate students but here was a class taking over.
We eventually found another room but it wasn't the same. It didn't have the atmosphere that our usual room had.
I went back an hour later to see if it was free where I ran into another class-mate. Yet another class had taken the room for the hour and time was running out until my next class of the day.
I must be getting old because that room has become more than a room. It has become my sanctuary at university. It has become my second home.
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Blogruary Day 17: The Essay
I finally managed to finish off an essay that had been cooking for quite a while.
Saturday, 16 February 2013
Blogruary Day 16: The Bath
I usually have a bath on a Sunday night ahead of a stressful week of degree week. However, I decided to mix that routine up tonight.
Friday, 15 February 2013
Blogruary Day 15: The Test
Today was dominated by a Shorthand exam that I was desperate to pass after my previous failed attempt at 80 words-per-minute.
Thursday, 14 February 2013
Blogruary Day 14: The Degree Dilemma
This has been a difficult week for everyone on my MA course. It has been a long and dragging week with little good news.
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Blogruary Day 12: The Pull-Out
Part of the MA Journalism course that I am doing involves together a pull-out supplement to go with the university newspaper.
Monday, 11 February 2013
Blogruary Day 11: The Second Attempt at Cycling
As I've previously documented, I've started cycling to university. It was the start of a new week today so I thought - why not cycle every day?
It is a lot more effort than walking but it takes a lot less time. I woke up this morning after a generous lie-in and woke to the worst of news.
It is a lot more effort than walking but it takes a lot less time. I woke up this morning after a generous lie-in and woke to the worst of news.
Sunday, 10 February 2013
Blogruary Day 10: The Semi-Productive Sunday
One of my New Year's resolutions was to limit the amount of alcohol that I drink.
I declared that I would avoid drinking where possible and when I did, I would only have three pints if down the pub and four pints if I were going out-out. So far it has gone well and I've yet to wake up with a hangover or reach a state of drunkenness.
I was close to giving up alcohol all together, however, as I've recently gained a taste for ale and enjoyed exploring the length of breadth of all things ale, I decided not to go the whole hog.
Whilst I went out last night for eight hours, I didn't exceed my limit and once I had reached my golden number I drank two whole pints of lime and soda and a half-pint of Pepsi. This ensured that I woke up today clear-headed and ready to work.
After a well-deserved weekend lie-in, I got straight down to work by reading the Sunday papers. As a journalism student, I think I can get away with calling that work.
I had to act as a taxi driver for my dad and sister at different times in the day but I managed to write a blog, draft a cover letter and finish off my plans for another job application.
As I have another set of shorthand exams on Friday, I'm about to get down to practising my Teeline speed.
Oh, I also did my weekly washing. Aren't Sundays brilliantly boring?
I declared that I would avoid drinking where possible and when I did, I would only have three pints if down the pub and four pints if I were going out-out. So far it has gone well and I've yet to wake up with a hangover or reach a state of drunkenness.
I was close to giving up alcohol all together, however, as I've recently gained a taste for ale and enjoyed exploring the length of breadth of all things ale, I decided not to go the whole hog.
Whilst I went out last night for eight hours, I didn't exceed my limit and once I had reached my golden number I drank two whole pints of lime and soda and a half-pint of Pepsi. This ensured that I woke up today clear-headed and ready to work.
After a well-deserved weekend lie-in, I got straight down to work by reading the Sunday papers. As a journalism student, I think I can get away with calling that work.
I had to act as a taxi driver for my dad and sister at different times in the day but I managed to write a blog, draft a cover letter and finish off my plans for another job application.
As I have another set of shorthand exams on Friday, I'm about to get down to practising my Teeline speed.
Oh, I also did my weekly washing. Aren't Sundays brilliantly boring?
Friday, 8 February 2013
Blogruary Day 8: The Work Day
Today saw me wake up really late. I didn't wake from my slumber until 12:15pm which, trust me, is very late.
Thursday, 7 February 2013
Blogruary Day 7: The Subway
The food in the canteen at university charges ridiculous prices for horrible, stale and bland food. This daily problem has been the bane of my life ever since I started my course last September, however, I was pleased to discover something that eased this pain.
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Blogruary Day 5: The Cycle to University
I've begun to notice that my walk to university is a tiring and lengthy affair.
Monday, 4 February 2013
Blogruary Day 4: The Newspaper
I must be one of the few young people who regularly reads a newspaper daily, though I guess this is to be expected seeing as I'm studying for an MA Journalism degree.
Sunday, 3 February 2013
Blogruary Day 3: The Meal
I usually work on Sunday afternoons but as I ended up doing a shift yesterday night, today the world was my oyster.
Saturday, 2 February 2013
Blogruary Day 2: The Lock Up
I've noticed something worrying about my life. I don't particularly like weekends.
Friday, 1 February 2013
Blogruary Day 1: The Survey Man
The MA degree that I am studying is supposed to prepare us for our first full-time, proper, real life job. I say that because we have classes from 9-5 every day. That is apart from Friday, which we have off.
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