PAT Test Man and Other Worthless Superheroes #4...

And now the moment you have all been waiting for. This season's finale of your favorite PAT Test Man - I bring you Episode 4 of 'PAT Test Man and Other Worthless Superheroes'...enjoy.

Dr. Wright and the Irish Drake flew into action smashing, crashing, crunching, booming, kaplowing themselves into existence and into Estatron's non-existence. Estatron's existence was kaploaded into nothing and that nothing was spread up and down the corridor covering the walls and ceilings and doors. Though it did not tarnish the electric blue and purple spandex of Dr Wright or the sparkly red and green of the Irish Drake.

With Estatron's corpse completely obliterated, his hold on the Student building was released and the Student's were free to roam the halls again.

"Are you?" asked a completely combuzzled student.

"That's right, it is Us, Dr. Wright and the Irish Drake" said the Irish Drake before both she and he flew away.

"Wow, that was them," continued the combuzzled student.

The Irish Drake and Dr. Wright, who is never wrong, flew across campus, hovering over the Porter fights. Sperminator was zapped by the Irish Drake's fire - her pet dragon decided to appear and munch down on some of the bad Porters. All this time Student Body felt her strength returning to her, her strength returned she joined in the fight, and released the Lecturers. The Lecturers, equipped with the tools of their trade, joined in the fight. The Council Workers, came back from being destroyed and also joined in the all out war.

There were so many bad Porters that needed culling.

With Student Body, Dr. Wright, the Irish Drake, the Students, PAT Test Man, Student Body's Ninja Team, the Irish Drake's Dragon named Folper, HASP, the Sperminator who was impervious to fire damage, the Lecturers, and the Council workers, all out war was being fought on the grounds of the Campus.

And in all the mayhem and all the blood and fire and all the PAT Testing action, Dr. Wright stopped and said:

"This doesn't exist." And because Dr. Wright is never wrong everything that was happening, stopped happening, all the fires died down, all the blood drained away, and the mayhem ceased. Though the one thing that did not stop was the PAT Testing. Because PAT Test Man was protected by Dr. Wright's logic. And all was well.

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...