September ended, wake up!

What’s that? That’s just me, forgetting to update this thing. Which I apologise for, if anyone was worried, which I doubt. So, let’s see what has happened since… *checks last post’s date* … September 13! Well, we had another moving to a new house, I was a Freshers’ Hero, and the third and final year at Aber Uni started. Oh yeah, I passed my resit, woohoo! Now to extend my explanations on these three… things.

There’s not much to say about the house, actually. It’s the same as last year, but with different room and less people. And for the first time that I’m here, I’m not living with my best friend. I got so used to her, especially over summer, ‘cause basically, she was all I had here. I do go to visit her almost every evening – her and the other three weirdos of friends that currently make my life bearable. It’s not as bad as I always turn out to describe it, but I really feel lonely without them. My other friend lives all the way on campus, which is really inconvenient. And the girls I live with – well, the two of them are more alike and can have fun together, and I’m the black sheep, as usual. On a brighter note, speaking of friends living on campus, I want to thank Trang for getting me my first birthday present yesterday – a necklace with three bunnies running in circle, like AFI’s logo. I know you know it, woman, but I really love you!!! ^^ I’m not gonna wear anything anytime soon! Apart from clothes, of course. ‘Cause it’s getting a bit cold, it’s October, you know, and walking around naked with only a necklace is a bit strange….

Anyway, moving on. I thought I said here somewhere that I was chosen to be a Freshers’ Hero, but apparently I didn’t so I’m gonna do it… tomorrow. Or how about now, I’ll forget tomorrow. Basically, the job of the Heroes is to help freshers – these bright young minds – find their way around campus, showing them to their rooms, answering any questions they or their parents may have and other hero-y stuff. Some go to the airports to pick them up, others stay on the train stations in case someone doesn’t know which train to get on. I wanted to go to the airport, get out of Aber for a day, but I was allocated at the reception of the residence I was in my first year. The job was only two days, and the second one it was pouring like hell, but it was really fun. I felt so proud helping the innocent little souls who have no idea what awaits them. And, you know, you also get paid for that. But it really was a rewarding experience.

And last but not least (actually, it is) – my final year here started. Everything is going okay for now, I’m mostly dealing with the research proposal for the dissertation. The good news is, I don’t have that many essays to write, but I think that project is challenging enough. I really don’t want to fuck it up this time, fingers crossed.

My birthday’s coming fast. Only a week left… I really don’t feel 21. Hell, I don’t even feel 20. I think I stayed somewhere between 17 and 18. And that seems so long ago. Sometimes I don’t even want to celebrate it, but you’re only 21 once, I guess. What’s stopping me from being happy is probably the fact that half of my friends won’t be here, I’m surrounded by a bunch of people I can’t wait to get rid of, and there’s no possibility of going home anytime soon. That will be an interesting Christmas for sure. Man, I’m whining too much, I’m sure I’ll be fine. Nostalgia’s just stronger at times like these…

Okay, this turned out to be longer than my normal posts, and I know you’re lazy to read that much, so I’m drawing the line right…. now! ---------

Did you see the size of that wave?!

Okay, time for Joe’s weekly update (that doesn’t come every week). I finally visited Cardiff last Friday with some friends and got to see what a real castle is. Not like the petty ruins we have here in Aber, that’s for sure. It’s a really beautiful place, even though I couldn’t see half of the halls because they were closed. Still, took plenty of pictures of the rest. On one of them I was absolutely sure I’d caught a ghost, but when I looked at it on the laptop, it turned out it’s just one of my friends, highly blurred. Very disappointing. BUT, we found our country’s flag among all the others going around the castle’s wall, so that made up a bit for the other things. We spent about two hours there and then we were supposed to check some museums, but the others were eager to check the malls and clothing stores more, so you could guess what we did for the rest of the day. I managed to find some stores for my “kind”, so I wasn’t very bored, though I didn’t buy anything except a t-shirt. And the whole time I felt like I was in one of the cities on the seaside in my country – enough for me to like the place. From what I was able to see, Cardiff is a really nice town, and I’d love to go back for more sight-seeing and less shopping.
Apart from that, nothing really exciting is going on (restrain your sarcasm, please). A few days left till we move again to a new house for the academic year. Oh, yeah, and I got chosen to be a Fresher’s hero. Basically, you get to go to the airports, pick new students up, show them the university and things like that, so that will be interesting. And then, lectures, lectures, and more lectures – hallelujah! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to spend the rest of my evening watching The Simpsons. And maybe other stuff. But mostly The Simpsons.

Wake me up when September ends

I think I forgot to mention I’m not a straight edge anymore. Nope, definitely did not to say it. Oh well, there you go, alcohol got me. xD On a couple of occasions, for reasons beyond my control…. oh, who am I kidding, I took a perfectly conscious decision to drink. And the world didn’t end, imagine that! Not that I’m planning on making drinking a regular thing, but it tends to be fun when you’re around the freaks you call friends. I still support the straight edge movement and lifestyle, buuut I guess I’ll have to change my avatar on here. xD Don’t worry (if anybody worries, of course), I’m still a vegetarian – no one can make me change my mind about that. So, apart from that, life is pretty boring at the moment. Still looking for a job, still no new scribbles. One month left till university starts – imagine how excited I am about that! No, really, I am kinda happy, at least I’ll have something to do and I’ll see people who were lucky to be home for the summer. I can’t believe this will be my third year here – it feels like I arrived yesterday. And, hopefully, if someone doesn’t decide they don’t like my resit essays, it will be my final year as well. And I really, really can’t wait to get the hell out of here. I found nothing and no one to keep me here, so I’ll keep moving till I do, I guess. I’m glad about the people I met though – and I hope they’ll make the year bearable like the last two.
It’s September already, as of 25… make that 26 minutes now. I always get melancholy on the first of September. Probably because for the last two years it meant that my days home were numbered. There’s something sad about summer ending, and having nothing special happened – but then again, I find sadness everywhere, so who cares? Aand I’m getting the feeling that if I don’t finish this post now, I’ll blurt a whole more lot of nonsense, so good night… “and listen to the thunder.”

Screw you, Clarach, I’m going home!

See? I told you karma would knock me out soon – better listen to me next time, ‘cause if the past has taught me anything, it’s that I’m (almost) always right! Basically they let me go from work, but it wasn’t exactly a sacking. First, last week they cut all new staff’s hours, mine went from 3 to 2, because apparently business isn’t going well this season. And this morning I didn’t see my name on the weekly rota, so the supervisor sent me home, I called the big lady boss who told me she has to let me go, because there’s nothing to do and clean in the morning and that she has to give everyone two days off because it’s so quiet. I’m not even disappointed, or mad, I thought the whole thing was utterly hilarious. And I do understand her point, even though if you ask me, I’d say that place is pretty dirty in the morning and it does need cleaning, but if she struggles paying the staff, it makes more sense to let someone new go than someone who’s been there for months. What I didn’t like is that she doesn’t bother telling you directly or at least telling the supervisor so he can let you know. No, we’re all left guessing  - funny thing is, the last time I checked, I still couldn’t read minds (damn it). Oh well, that’s life. At least I'm glad I was given an opportunity and now have more experience and therefore, a bigger chance to find something else. I’ll certainly miss all the freaks there though – there’s nothing quite like two guys singing Lady Gaga in falsetto in the morning. And, more time for the bloody essays! I really wanted to go home for a bit after submitting them, but I guess that’s also out of the question. At least I won’t start rioting on the streets like some people. Seriously, when I saw the newspapers last week, I thought I was in a movie. Children of Men, to be exact. I avoid giving my opinion about all the riots, but I do believe things are going too far. While there can be a number of good reasons to riot and rebel, vandalising, breaking into people’s homes and humiliating them is really going over the top. And when you see children at the age of 9 being there, you really start believing that this planet is screwed. Still I hope things will end peacefully and as soon as possible.
That’s all from me for now, so take care, whoever is reading this.

…and tell me, please, oh, is this broken?

Oookay, let us have a teeny tiny sum up of the last two weeks. Starting with the good news, Joe has a job. It’s a big relief and I’m really happy about it, although I had to ask the big boss lady to shorten my shifts. The last two days my friend and I had a so-called trial at this restaurant in a holiday kinda town called Clarach. It’s basically a fish and chips shop – “The Great British takeaway”! The first day we went early and cleaned everything and then I did some work on the ice-cream kiosk. Yesterday they put me where the real deal is, haha – frying and preparing the food. We finished at 10pm and they showed us our shifts – from 12 noon till 10 in the evenings every day except Thursday. Let me make it clear that I didn’t mind that work at all – it’s pretty fun and time flies when there are customers, but because of my discopathy my back wouldn’t take all this pressure of standing up for 10 hours everyday. Plus I still need to study for my essays, so I asked if I could take the cleaning job in the morning for just 3 hours. I know it’s not 60 hours a week like it was initially, but I have no intention of risking my health any further. It might sounds stupid, or silly or whatever you wanna call it, but I’m actually a bit glad to discover that for me, money isn’t everything. I still need it, I’m very grateful I got this job, but my health comes first (selfish, selfish Joe).
Apart from that, everything else is fine. In fact, a lot of good things happened to me at once, out of nowhere, and I know that this is never a good sign, so I’m wary and waiting for karma to knock me out pretty soon. Hopefully it won’t, but I will still be waiting.
Now, the bad news is….. there are no new scribbles. My condolences to you! And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to explore the battles of the Somme!

Do I really need a title?

The last 3 posts were just scribbles without Joe trying to be funny, so I guess it’s time to make an entry. To briefly explain the scribbles first, Requiem was sort of a story that came to my mind after reading a poem. My humble opinion was that it could make a nice drama-like movie situated in the 1960s, but given that I’m never gonna be a movie director or a script writer, I thought it could at least take the form of something resembling a poem. And the perfect song to go with it - again, in my opinion – is the Dismantled cover of Morningstar by AFI. As for Floor of Shame – I had an empty document titled like that for quite some time, and I knew I wanted to make fun of a certain type of people. Namely, the people who think themselves better than others, who mock and make fun of the different and have zero to none real values in their lives. And the verse in the previous post, I guess it can be put with the shorter ones without a name that I’ve put together. Not much to say about it, really, I think it speaks for itself. As for the person it is about, let me just call them Harry.
In other news, my exam results came out today, and I’m more than proud to say I’ve taken all of them this time! With good marks, too. And to think I was on the verge of receiving a heart attack yesterday over this. This is the first time I have higher marks in Politics than in Psychology, which was the bigger shock. I’m especially happy about my Political Theory mark – I guess when you truly enjoy something, it pays back. Thank you, Hobbes, thank you, Locke, thank you, Rousseau, thank you, Godwin, and thank you, Bakunin! (for the record, I’m not talking about LOST characters) I wish I could take a similar module in my third year, but alas, that’s not going to happen. Too bad, we had a kickass lecturer!
This is pretty much all I have to say for now. Not that I’m that boring, but because I would give information that I do not want some people reading this blog to know. Because sometimes, people just don’t know when to quit!

If the world's coming to and end,
if the darkest days are here, not ahead,
if someone tells me: you can save only one from this earth
...I would always choose you.