A Century Later...

Well here it is, the 100th post!

Aren't you lucky for following me all this way? The emotional roller coaster and creative splendor of my existence in cyberspace! Well from here you'll now be thinking where else will he be going with this tremendous blog in blogdom? The answer, where ever you want to go.

I just want to thank my family for this wonderful, and apparently, human right of the internet, I want to thank Google for providing such an outlet for me and countless others to rant and rave, and I would like to thank my friends, without whom there would be very little content.

I will tell you everything you want to know, I will be honest, brutally, and horrendously honest. I just wish I knew where I stood with some people. But it's the small things in life which make me happy, whether it be time with Friends, a nice cup of tea, or just HB Sauce in all her brilliance.

I know this wasn't much of a 100th! post, but it was something. Hopefully I'll get back into a routine soon. So you guys take care, and very much Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

284 Days Later...

Well this is going to be a very long film...

So the time is almost here. Yes that's right, its the time at the end of things when I like to summaries everything I managed to do while I was doing the thing. A recap if you will. Only this isn't a recap or a summary - not this blog at any rate.

No I'm here to inform you all, that as of the 24th June I will have my results, and on the 5th July I will be graduating from, I'm not sure where yet, I think they'll change the name at least twice over breakfast tomorrow and a few more times before lunch. Either way its almost been 284 Days since this year has begun and her I type before you now.

If you didn't know I spent the last two weeks of my Easter holiday at home, which is nice and all, but not so good if you've got a degree to finish and you can't do much work because you're doing housework or gardening. And now that I have returned to Carmarthen I find myself unable to start anything due to this two-weeks of worklessness. So hopefully those gears should kick start with an early morning tomorrow, leisurely striding into the day, with casual breaks of video games in between (Hi Tag!).

I may also be in need of a job around August time due to this perfect getaway in southern Italy at the end of July. I need a holiday, I've not been on holiday in 7 Years, and even then I've not flown anywhere - YAY! Anywho, back on the job search, I've been constantly informed by my good friend HB Sauce (she's a very good artist, you should view here gallery here) that there are no jobs for writers of anything in this country, because all the other writers got a head start and have those jobs now. So I'm thinking about detaching myself away from everything I know and love and moving to California where, I'm inform by HB, the only good jobs reside. How would that be? A nice long holiday in a sunny, stormy, earthquake, disaster movie, area?

Meh, I need something new to keep me moving. I hope to God I won't be saying 'Would You like Fries with that?' at the end of the Summer...oh wait I forgot, I'm over qualified for that job now.

Unless of course you guys know of any jobs going?

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

Why won't the Rebel Alliance just Quit?!...Take 2.

My first post this evening, sucked.

So as I sit here listening to the 1812 Overture - I emplore you all not to read the previous, aforementioned piece of tripe - and turn your optical nerves towards this post.

Yes, the Rebel Alliance have not been quelled yet, and Smeccles and I haven't even attempted to quell them further since our crushing defeats upon a laggingly white space ship. We even had Darth Vader on our side, and still the good guys won. How is that possible?!

Anyway, I complained enough in the first post about the stupid Rebel Alliance.

Moving on, I'm mostly alone this evening. Out of an 8 manned flat, there are only two flatmates residing here this evening - Smeccles and I. Though that is to change tomorrow evening when Wodge and Pill return from their weekend home.

Where was I? I have no idea. I find writing with music on in the background to be quite a distraction. I don't know how some people do it (Hi HB Sauce). It's an alien technique to me.

As the night draws on, I realise how quiet this place can become. I've never really witnessed it without life before. The echoing halls haunting me with faces on doors. A flickering light, attracting unwanted night life. It's just creepy.

At this moment in time I am in deep conversation with both Chaplin (a non-American friend) and Duckface (an American friend - the name was not chosen by me). They are both of the female variety of the human face, they are both creative, and they both have dark hair. Even now, while Duckface was quoting a poem by Nietzsche (The Stubborn Pen - for those of you who wish to know), and I was telling her that she should feign ignorance and take the credit for the poem. No one will remember that guy. He was too...dull (in my opinion).

Which brings me to the point I wish to make. Writing, tomorrow I will do some writing - and I shall subject you to the amount of writing that will be written, depending on whether or not it does get written or not (it will). It will be of either poetic or science fiction context. And it will be good (I hope).

Which brings me to another point. A 3-Minute Play of mine is being performed in Trinity College Carmarthen on Wednesday at 8pm. Entry is £2-3 and all are welcome (It'll be in the Studio bit at the back). I know, sad right, plugging that, but I'm sure it'll be a night of great stage entertainment. You should come.

I've got to go now. Technically this is already tomorrow's blog, but that's not going to stop me - and you know it (Hi Tag). Other blogs need my immediate attention - for instance, Duckface just made one (not under duress in anyway), and I shall go away and read it now, before bed.

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

P.S.

Duckface's Blog: http://unwillingquill.blogspot.com/

Tag's Blog: http://thoughtsofatimetravellingteen.blogspot.com/

Bells' Blog: http://onemoretimewithfeeling-anelebach.blogspot.com/

Scurvy's Blog: http://ginagibbs.blogspot.com/

Breakfast at Tiffanys...

I have a girlfriend.

Okay in the intervening time between then and now, I have acquired what some would call a girlfriend. She has long wavy red hair, lovely blue-green eyes, a curvaceous figure, and a brilliant personality to complement mine. I'm so happy. We went to town, we had dinner and drinks, and then we just walked back in the warm summer night. The moon was up, the stars were out, and the streets were empty. It was perfect. She was lovely, the night was lovely, everything was just so, dare I say it, lovely. But then I woke up...

Alright, so I don't have a girlfriend, so what? It's not like I'm lonely or anything.

Back to reality:

Believe it or not, instead of staying in today, because that would be a logical thing to do since we went out in the daylight only just yesterday, we went out again. A mutual friend of the flat, Jimbo, called me up at 10:55am and started to discuss the possibility of a Frankie and Benny's Breakfast. He said they serve breakfast until 12:00pm. This I thought was a bit late for breakfast so I rallied the troops together, much like Tag did on the previous day, already mentioned.

(Hi Tag!!!)

Anyway, so I managed to wake everyone who wanted to come, and get them all ready within 10 minutes. A world record for most of the ladies who came with us - not to name any names (Bells and Scurvy). So we left at 11:10am down there for 11:20am and I had American Pancakes with maple syrup. It was Looooooooooveeeely.

So we sat there with Jimbo, wondering what life would be like for people who just don't get up at that time of the day (namely normal Students) and go to breakfast.

I have to think that Breakfast, when done properly is perhaps one of the best and most filling meals of the day. A view both Jimbo and I agree with.

Here we are eating our pancakes, and drinking our drinks. I had Apple Juice (ordinary breakfast drink), Scurvy had tap water (the cheapskate), and there's Jimbo, Bells, and Tag with Alcoholic beverages ranging from a Pint of Bud to a Strawberry Daiquiri. I judged them, though Tag defended their alcoholic breakfast abuse with the phrase, 'it's two o'clock somewhere'. I still judged them.

So after, what was essentially, brunch, we went into the old townstead...again. I failed to acquire anything this time. Namely because I didn't need to, which is always good. Stopped off at Jimbo's, as was our leisure, and see how our friend had been living all that year. It turns out, it was quite well. A nice sized kitchen, a nice sized garden, and a nice sized bedroom. The only downside that I could see, was the overall smell and the lack of any sort of shutting device on the lavatory and bathing rooms (which were the same room as is the usual). This worried me a little, I mean how much protection can a sign saying 'In Use' really be when there's a drunk flatmate around, especially a drunk Jimbo. Not very much, and one of Jimbo's flatmates was a lady (lucky Jimbo - you advantage taking swine - lol - not really).

And that was my day so far - or at least the interesting bits. Quite peculiar, I have to admit, for us to do stuff two days in a row. We do get excitable and the need to calm down and just blog is a great one. So blog I shall.

My back is fine today. I'm in peak physical health, with a high recovery rate (not really, but my back is fine now).

So now I'm sat here writing this, thinking about writing that, and watching Tag blow up Wii Mii's using his ex-world-war-one dog fighting floating plane, on Wii Beach Resort. It's always fun when you turn a typically childish children's game into GTA (for all you non-gamers that's Grand Theft Auto - and an obviously adult sounding game). And I just saw him fly into the centre of a live volcano and burn to death (the poor Mii).

I don't actually know where I'm going with this but I just wanted to ramble which I have done.

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

P.S. I haven't actually written about Sleep-poetry or Chaplin today, things are looking up (oh wait, technically I just did...damnit!).