The Start Of A New Life...

Busy and warm...

Well today I have done:

- 20 Pushups

- 30 Sit ups

- Walk the Dog (5 minutes)

- Walked to Town (25 minutes)

- Walked back from Town (25 minutes)

So, I shan't be starving myself today, though have I been doing my writing and reading? The answer...

Not yet. Though, as we all know I am going to have to deprive myself of sleep until both those things have been done.

Well today I have been doing Finance. I changed my Euros (I know it's been 3 weeks) back to the good old Great British Pound. And then, I deposited it in the bank - as is the norm - and upon arriving home I have been bombarded by paperwork to try and claim back money from my favorite institution - Trinity Saint David.

So it's all been fun and games. And nor have I been idle, if you thought I might have been. Tag and I have been talking, and we've decided to do something about our unemployment, or at least do something while we're unemployed, either to make some money or just to make some fun so we can practice our skills. But keep watching this space and you might find out something to your benefit.

Now might I point your attention towards the side bar to your right? There is a Poll over there, and it will change every week. So please go over there and fill it in. Right now!

And now we've gotten those pleasantries over with many I capture your attention once more, just this time I implore you to keep reading. For many years now I have had a favorite artist on deviantArt and this artist does wonderful pictures like this: (which is my favorite)

And if you too like this artwork you can go to Little-Voices' Gallery here. Though, after that lovely light note, to leave off on, I shall disappear.

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

Something New...

It occurred to me last night, whilst speaking with my friends/peers/betters (what ever you wish to be known as) that this blog could be of more use for me as something productive, than something or rather some place for me to moan and groan about the pangs of life. So, after 75 Posts to Making the Unmissable Missable I am going to turn everything around and use this space as a productive workshop for my ideas and a hunting ground for new ones to be slaughtered on this page like freshly squeezed words from a pen.

And without much further ado, may I present to you something I re-found recently, as it was something I wrote inspired by 'L.A. Noire' while Tag was still playing it before the summer. I really must acquire that game somehow. Anyway, I how you enjoy whatever this is or even cold be, and if you have any ideas, don't hesitate to inform me through the proper channels.

Also, for your information, in my older age I've lost the ability to title my scribblings so I've simply labled this 'Something New' (OMG he said the title of the blog in the blog! I love it when people do that!) in the hope that something new will happen and indeed get titled.

“His face. That is all I remember. The creamy eyes to the deep lustful lips. He had no hair, but dark skin. He wore a collar of blue feathers, and...and... I do not remember much else I’m afraid to say. He was with them. He was one of them.”

“But you don’t remember?”

“I remember enough. Or what was left to me to remember. He took them, he took my memories. I have had no childhood, no youthful experiences, no first love, or murder, or betrayal, or happiness. It is strange to think that I have no happiness in my life. I might have done once might you think? Though all I remember is the here and now. So inspector, ask what you will.”

“But you’re here. How can’t you remember God-damn-it?! HOW?”

“I do not know how. I do not know who, where, or when if you are going to ask those questions as well in your enquiry. I simply do not remember.”

“Bullshit. Alright then, riddle-me-this smart ass. Why?”

“Why?”

“Yeah, you said you didn’t know how, who, where, or when, so why?”

“I see your reasoning. I do know why.”

“Well?”

“Well what, inspector?

“Well tell me Motherfucker!”

“I understand. You do not need to become aggressive inspector. The reason why they needed to do this to me is because they needed this to be done to me. Otherwise you would be asking me all these questions and I would be lying to you.”

“You little shit. You think this is funny do you?!”

“It would have been an amusing outcome would you not say inspector?”

“Who says you’re not lying to me now?”

“Careful inspector, one might think you might lose your temper. I don’t think it would be good for either of us. I would be battered or bruised or dead for one, and you. Well you would be discredited. Disgraced, humiliated.”

“Er, Inspector Sir? ...Sir? ...John?”

“Yes what is it?”

“The Super’s down the corridor and you’ve got the suspect by the neck. Do you want him to walk free?”

“No, I want him to confess!”

“Well as we both know inspector, my memory has been erased, and we both know that I cannot answer any of your questions, and the more I think about it I am becoming less inclined to do so anyway. You have been showing me your true colours after all.”

“John, we need to go. It’s not our case. John quickly for God’s sake.”

“They knew you wouldn’t talk, didn’t they?”

“Would if I could.”

“John, let’s go!”

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

P.S. I will more often than not be moaning about life soon, so don't worry those of you who enjoy reading the disappointingly teenage angst this twenty year old goes though. Oh how immature I am.

Addiction...

Hi, I'm Tom and I'm an addict...

Well I wouldn't go so far as to say addict but I have been playing an awful lot of Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood, and namely it's multiplayer. Now, if I was someone else I'd probably go ahead and tell you it's good bits and its bad bits in a sort of review type thing, but I'm not someone else, I'm me, and as such I'm just going to tell you that it's great.

You'd enjoy it I'm sure.

But that's not the only reason I find myself writing today, no today I found myself marking work like a teacher or a lecturer. I didn't actually find anything, well much, wrong with the piece - as you know Brady - and all I actually did was suggest things which might strengthen or weaken the piece, depending on what it's original writer wanted it to do in the first place. And damn, I thought to myself, is this really what teachers/lecturers do?!

What else should I tell you today?

Well I received a letter from the Cardiff International Poet Competition inviting me to the award ceremony. I don't quite know whether or not this is a good thing. Either way I cannot go due to a tragic case of having to sun myself next to an Italian Pool when the ceremony is taking place. So I don't quite know whether that'll effect my chances of winning. It probably won't.

As for the holiday itself I'm almost packed and have everything I need to take and have and take, did I already say that one? Anyway, I've got my stylish hold-ors collectively stacked one on top of the other and ready to be shipped. Before I get away with this wonderfully homosexual or feminist image of multiple bags I shall quit while I'm ahead. I've not packed, and I'm limited to a small bag and a carry-on - OoooooooooooOOOooooooOoooooh Maaaatron! No, not that sort of carry on.

Anyway I should probably get back to killing my friends and some strangers...on Brotherhood of course. I'm not a homo. And that's a homicidal not GAY!

And yes, a friend of mine, the Master has recently rejoined the ranks of the bloggers, and I think you should read her here. She has some unfortunately funny situations on there and they're all true, as unbelievable as they might be. Enjoy!

Carpe diem, until next time bloggers...

Sunshine, Tennis, and Nothing Much Else...

Yep, I've been my least productive since, well, ever.

I don't think I've ever been this lazy. I'm always thinking about doing things, but right now I'm eating things I don't want to, my Vin Dieseling has certainly taken a step back, things I should have been writing I haven't been writing (like this), things I've been thinking about writing I've not been writing, and things that have planned to be written haven't been written. I've also not done a lot of living, preparing for this Italian holiday of mine, and I've been eating far too much, even in my opinion!

I wondered where I got the weight from, that would be my mother's cooking, and her insistence on seconds. And she wonders why she wont lose weight! I think I've expanded by just being here - I hope my suit still fits. Its only been a week since I bought it.

My room is now looking less of a storage space, but it's still not far off one, and I've even found that xbox seems like a chore - which is something I never want to say again. I say it now, because I don't mean it. Every time I get on the Xbox there always seems to be something I have to go do, right at that moment.

I'm busier now at home than I was at university, its annoying, and giving me a headache - which, yet again, came back yesterday and surprised me with an entire left brain explosion of pain.

Though at least I got to watch the Tennis - that was good. And I should watch Camelot before Stolen tonight on BBC 1 with Damian Lewis!

I also really want to write something good. I've been worrying about the future today. After my holiday its CVs, Driving Lessons, and the Big Wide World. Hopefully writing will take my mind off things and keep me active.

Perhaps I'll write the Panto for the winter time. And the Tv Series for next year, with a few friends.

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

The 2.2 of Disappointment...

Q: Hello sir, I'd like to ask you five questions concerning your degree. Do you mind?

A: No, not at all.

Q: Okay, here goes. Why did you do your degree?

A: Well I originally did my degree because I didn't know it existed. I saw the course title 'Creative Writing' and thought, that could be good. Though of course I should have taken history like the Stanford Test suggested, but I didn't want a test telling me what to do with my life when I didn't know what to do with my life. And it was by sheer chance and my perversion that I chose to study Creative Writing at Trinity. It had the prettier girls.

Q: How did you feel when you received your 2.2?

A: Well I wasn't best pleased, to put it lightly, after all I was expecting everyone to receive 2.1's and do exceptional in the things that we hadn't received the marks in yet. So yes, I was very disappointment and annoyed at myself. I was actually annoyed with plenty of other people on my course as well. Those less deserving than I, I thought. Very pretentious of me. Though what else am I going to think when those in question don't buy the books, don't turn up to lectures, and don't do their work in time? And I work my hardest, the hardest I've ever worked for academia, and I come up under where I want to be. It makes you think that you shouldn't try so hard for something, if it doesn't come naturally then it won't come at all. Though saying all these negative things I am really proud of those people who did get higher than me, and I am proud of those people because I know they worked for it as hard as I did. I am proud.

Q: Where do you think you went wrong?

A: What sort of question is that? Though I suppose if I were to answer it, I would say that I did not interact in class enough, I did not talk to my lecturers after receiving marks back, to see where I was going wrong, and I did not read enough. So if that was the case then I'm sure I wasn't cut out of academia.

Q: What will you be doing now?

A: I don't actually know. I don't think I'll be doing any proper work until after I come back from my holiday in a couple of weeks. Though if I were to answer properly, at the moment I'm in the process of writing a screenplay with a few friends of mine, I am leading a team of writer so that we might develop and create a Zombie Apocalypse in Carmarthen, and I'm also waiting to hear back from the Cardiff International Poet of the Year Competition among other competitions I've entered. So all I've got to do is keep writing, and I'm sure something will come from it. Though, as for my personal progression, I will be learning Italian, learning how to drive, and getting much fitter and Vin Diesel like.

Q: Okay good, good, one final question. Would you do it all again? The same way? Everything?

A: Yes. Simply yes, there's no doubt about it. Though I'm definitely sure that there would be things I'd change. If not the marks, but definitely the occasions when I needed to be more of a man and the ones where I just needed to be a person. Perhaps if I'd done what I thought about doing during those occasions then perhaps I'd be more of an emotionally acceptable person. But that's just perhaps.

So yes, I got a 2.2. I am now a Bachelor of Arts with Honours. And I've finally gotten over myself and would like to congratulate everyone I know. And I would also like to announce that I am incredibly proud of HB Sauce for her 2.1. I can think of no one more deserving. Well done, even though I know you won't read this.

So without university I wouldn't have done this blog, and with it you've witnessed the emotional madness that is my mind. I wouldn't change who I am, who I've befriended, or who I love, even though I know some of them would.

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

P.S. Just a quick question to see who is still reading this 66 Posts on. If you could change one aspect of my life, what would it be? I know the question is about me, but meh, it's my blog.

The Pangs of Life...

As you know the University Experience is over and as such everyone is moving out.

This an unfortunately sad occasion therefore and everyone is kind of on edge and doesn't know how to move on. Others are just leaving, ripping off the plaster as it were.

I, however, am lingering on to the very last.

I remember why I liked my degree and why I worked at it and got distracted in all the geeky things I do - I liked it and those geeky things because it all made me forget about how sorry my life actually is.

Damn it, I hate feeling sorry for myself especially when I know I shouldn't be. There are people who are far worse off than I but this still happens. When I don't have anything to do I always realise how alone in the world I actually am. And not only that but the person I actually do fancy/admire/love doesn't seem too bothered in me. That makes me feel great.

Pill thinks I should tell her the reasons behind me not saying 'Yes' to her last summer, but I don't want the relationship, if one emerges, to begin on a bed of excuses. Man oh man I'm love-sick and I just don't want to continue saying any of this but I've got to vent somehow!

I just don't want to hurt anymore.

I just hope with all this pain and anguish that I can write some bloody good poetry.

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

And So It Ends...

Well that was that. University in all its wondrous and life making brilliance...

I promise I won't summaries anything. But these past 2 weeks I've never been so exhausted, and all I was doing was writing and presenting presentations.

The iEvolve Conference went extremely well thank you very much. I got many a laugh and an email afterwards from one of my lecturers asking for an image I used.

FYI it was this one:

I thought that'd make you chuckle. All around its been a good time. We just don't know what to do with ourselves now. There's no structure to our lives, the widening gyre, the falcon cannot hear the falconer. Man I love that poem. Things fall apart.

So everything is all well in the world, apart from now its down to Me and a few others to create the backstory to the Carmarthen Zombie Apocalypse (CZA) which is very cool.

I might find out whether I'm Cardiff's International Poet of the Year, I'll be reading something in the Carmarthen Ffrinj this year at the Dylan Thomas Boathouse, and I've got to try and finish my major literary masterpiece. Not much to do with a lot of time on your hands now is there?

Oh and I've got to fit in countless hours of Xbox and Tv.

I also think things with HB Sauce are looking up. I might ask her if she wants to catch a film, see what she says. Wish me luck. Wait, this isn't the end, it's only just the beginning (Ooooh I said it! Hi Tag!)

But that's me, 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...