279 Days to go...

Well, strangely enough lectures have began and have already ended this week...

Yep, the vast weeks of the Third Year are going to be padded out by three lectures, all of which take place on Monday and Tuesday. Strange ain't it? Though I suppose this would then, in theory, give me far more time to finish the core texts and report back a week later. So, just lucky I guess.

This week's main task, apart from the obvious reading, is to try and find something I want to write and write about this year. It would appear, though, or rather it is my understanding that many people will be doing short stories...which I would have really liked to do, so I don't know...

I could:

1. Do the Epic Poetry I started out doing last year for this course...

2. Comfort write the hell out of my Fantasy Land...

3. Holiday write, sure I've not been on holiday for a bit, but I can work something...

4. Ideas would be helpful here, I don't know where next to go...

5. Write a Video Game, this would be really tricky...

6. Create and Anthology of Poems or Stories...

7. Something Fantasy, I'm sure that'll be awesome (after all it's my comfort zone, and I haven't written about it professionally yet. Weird I know)...

Anywho, let me know. I'm going to now reminisce by watching 'The Sword in the Stone' with the guys...

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

284 Days to go...

A couple of hours ago, I almost missed my welcome back speech...

I, it would seem, turned off both my alarms and slept until 9am, whereby the speech was at 9.15am. Luckily, I'm Speedy Gonzales when I need to be, and was up and dressed, with real cool and messy hair at 9.05am. So rushing down to this speech we were then told that we only have 284 days left of our Undergraduate lives, that's just over 9 months, our 3 precious years are almost at a close. And what do I have to show for it? ARGH...

And even then I don't know when my Graduation will be, and if it falls in a fortnight before or after the 27th June, because I don't know when the celebrations will be, I will have to tell my best friend that: 'no I can't really go to Italy with you for your 21st.' Which I really wouldn't like to do.

And there's another thing: My 21st, it's well and truly looming into view and the weight of my ultimate adulthood shall be upon me. Nerves shaken? It could be you next.

In other news...

Tag and I discovered the whereabouts of the Comic Book Store in Carmarthen on Tuesday, and on our quest discovered the location of a certain Games Workshop (and it's not a small one) - how long has that been there?! We've been here two years now, and still didn't know of that secret. Carmarthen will be full of little precious things this year. We'll be wanting to know them all by the end, but our time is swiftly and all to knowingly coming to an end. It's quite sad really. I wonder what our next discovery will be.

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

Turning Over The Page...

Well, here it is. My final year as an Undergraduate. I wonder what I'll do next...

I believe I have become very envious of Tag (Hi Tag), his success with recent publications on Geeks.co.uk inspired me to do the same to no avail. His Mac, his Xbox, even the love he receives from a certain someone (Hi Cherrybelly) has made me bitter - and just reminds me of my recent attempts for love. Man do I want to be Tag right now - but that's enough feeding his ego for one evening.

I haven't really been posting to this blog as much as I would have liked to in the months of late. So post I shall.

I moved back to Uni on Sunday...

Hang on, hang on. To tell you the truth this isn't where I've been wanting this blog to go, but if I don't say it here or something I think I'm going to do something stupid...again. So basically I've been trying to write this blog post for many days now, and every time I sit down and think about the new beginnings I want to write about I stop writing.

The new beginning that I want to write about isn't about my weight, which is being sorted via two bowls of cereal a day. It's not about the not being published, because that will happen sooner or later. I've just got to keep at it. It's not about the meeting of new people and new friends, which has happened and will continue to.

No.

The reason I can't write this blog properly is because the new beginnings remind me of what I could have and what I well and truly bungled up this summer - as I always do. I had the chance of finding love this summer, and when it came down to it, I blew the whole thing. She liked me, I liked her, it was perfect, but then I said too much, as I would always do, and I ruined the whole thing. I hurt her without meaning to. And for that I am sorry. And then when I tried to ask again, very recently - which is why I'm distracted - she shot me down, and hurt me.

And now I'm having a hard time trying to not go and ask and ask and ask again. I think it would be perfect, but her opinion's changed. We're still pals, and close ones at that, but I don't think I can continue the closeness without doing something stupid, and something I'll regret. Something very much like this. And I know most of you will know the people in question. So just know that I am sad. And that I should wade this out.

And that's not how I wanted this post to go either, but I suppose, as I'm sat down here writing, it'll be the best it'll be at this moment. Please don't read this and judge, I know I've been stupid and the like, but I really would have liked to try it out for once.

I am envious of Tag, and Pill for that matter...

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

I Choose You...

I suppose you've been wondering where I've been for the last week and a bit...and if you haven't, then you probably should have done - that's you Tag and Cherrybelly! (Hi Guys!!!)

Well, it's a long story really.

Monday morning I found myself recieving a phone call from my good friend Clareg which went something like this...

'Do you want to come over and shoot some Aliens or something?'

'We could I suppose, we always shoot aliens though...'

'Yeah, I know, or we could shoot some Aliens whilst listening to other people shoot some Aliens?' - I was confused by this bit as well, but he meant an audio book, which is still a very cool idea. And then I caught sight of something black, neglected looking on my bookshelf.

'Or,' I began, 'we could rediscover our childhood and go capture some Pocket Monsters.'

'Yes!'

And the rest, we say, is history. So I found myself, dragged away from my household duties on Monday to go and re-live my life as a Pokemon Trainer in the 3rd Generation (or so I am informed) of Pokemon Games, mine being Ruby, and his being Sapphire.

Starting at the age of 10, as all trainers do, out in my new town of Littleroot. I abandoned my poor Mother to go and be the best. Saving a middle-aged fat professor I was awarded with my starter Pokemon. Not like the originals at all, which are more true to the Tv-Series. Treeko, the Grass Pokemon. And yes, we rule. So now I'm battling my way through all these places. Forcing my newly acquired Pokemon to fight for my viewing pleasure. Womping the asses of most of the people who get in my way - well sort of.

Then I take advantage of people's kind natures, and go on unlimited free boat rides. I get given things for being me, and people say I don't have any PokeFans...Weirdos. And now I'm currently joining a political movement opposing the evil Team Magma - who are the good guys in Sapphire - who want to make the world entirely land, so more people can live. Nice idea, but where's all the Water going to go? And more importantly, the Water Pokemon?!

So teaming up with Stevo, a PokeFanatic, I aim to stop an entire team of bad guys, and then gain a Legendary Pokemon, acquire my 8th Badge, which should grant me access to the Pokemon League, where I finally get to prove my worth. Battling 4 of the World's Top Pokemon Trainers, I shall slaughter them all and rule the day.

And then all I've got to do is 'Catch-em All' - which has always been harder than it looks, because when you think you've finally caught them all, the creators of Pokemon just go and move the finish line a whole other 150 Pokemon further.

And why? I here you asking...

Well it's all because it's not yet the 14th September yet. Because on the 14th September Reach comes out. You've heard me talk about Halo - where we shoot Aliens - well the original Halo Trilogy was about destroying the evil Alien threat of the Covenant and the Flood (they're not working together) which our, eventual, Alien brethren, the Elites. Anyway, Halo 3's tagline (Ha Tag, Hi Tag!!!) is 'Finish the Fight' - well Halo: Reach is where it all began.

CAN YOU SEE WHY WE'RE SO EXCITED?!

It's like Star Wars all over again. We all knew how it ended, but not how it began, until of course Episode 1 came out in '99 I believe.

Just 4 Days left. And I'm so close to finishing Ruby. And just 9 Days until I return to Trinity. When am I going to pack?!

But that's me, until next time bloggers...

P.S. Sorry if this content bored you, like I think it might if you're not me.

P.S.S. Shall we do a question?...okay...

P.S.S.S. If you believe in reincarnation or not, answer this question: if you were reincarnated what would you LIKE to be? And what WOULD you be?

Past Memories...

Well last night I was confronted with my own Mortality...

I don't mean that as in I had a near life experience involving a saw, a conservatory, a china horse, and a spoon. No no, anything but, though I should inform you, that the majority of my friends from home are of a younger time than I. And we mostly chatted through the loud singing and band playing of Rock Band, but as enjoyable as that is, we got on to the topic of our youth, thanks to Bex.

Now, I don't know about you, but I remember a time of Trumpton, The Animals of Fathing Wood, Manna the Vampire, The Lion King, Noah's Island. And these are the things we discussed, a time of Pokemon Cards, Pokemon, and Pogs.

And we came to a conclusion that we had not really thought of - there's an entire generation of 10-Year-Olds who have no knowledge of these things. My friend Clareg has a sister who has never see or heard of The Jungle Book for God's Sake!

What has the world become when the old remember the things the young should know?

An entire generation fed on the thoughts of the Teletubbies, Ben-10, and High School Musical. What are they teaching kids today when it's not involving Jumanji, the Muppets, and Digimon.

Does everyone feel like this when their generation is marked by their upbringing? Will we ever get those days back? Will we ever see the glories of the Smurfs, Dexter's Lab, and Powerpuff Girls again.

Oh I don't know...

But that's me, until next time bloggers...