All entries for October 2006

October 29, 2006

Disgruntled

Oh dear, my upbeatness from last blog has quickly drained. I attended the RaW launch party this week for the unveiling of the new schedule. We were told that everyone who applied had got a slot. This was a damn lie.

For one, I can list me as someone who didn’t get a slot. And there were a few people who were there who also didn’t. Despite completing training, applying with a friend as suggested, and having this friend with current radio experience, I still didn’t get a slot. I was suggested by the programme controller, to email the programme controller because he couldn’t sort it out right now. I had previously emailled the programme controller twice. Both times I requested a reply. Both times I received no reply. I’m not holding out much hope that this time will be any different.

I was very much looking forward to having a small radio show this year, and so was my good friend Simon. I personally was pretty disappointed. I was verging on annoyed, but in retrospect I wouldn’t go that far.

For the first time in my short life I indulged in some heavy retail therapy. It felt really good. I bought lots of clothes that I didn’t really need, but it felt like it was doing me a lot of good. Am I a bad person? Does this care free spending spree make me a slave to huge, nasty, corporate companies? I hope not. My bank balance hurts quite a lot right now, but I feel good inside so screw it. I’m going to look after number one, even if it means buying pointless articles, and shitting on some poor guy in a Far Eastern sweatshop. Controversial. Maybe I’ll take that back just a little bit.

I do have a conscience really. I have noticed that our household has produced a miniscule amount of waste the last couple of weeks, and lots of paper for our recycling box. At least I’m not shitting on the environment as well as the third world.

As a slightly lighter note to end my blog, I’m going to start a ‘song of the blog’ featurette type thing, where I tell you a song that I am listening to lots at the time of writing.

The inaugral song of the blog is Asleep In The Back by Elbow. It is very very nice and you should listen to it when you feel like relaxing a little. You probably need a little more Elbow in your life anyway, whoever you are.

See ya


October 26, 2006

The Earlsdon Tourist Board

Alright gang.

The word ‘gang’ was banned from my primary school. Just though I’d share that thought.

I feel very lucky. It feels good. My course has started very smoothly this year. I expected my second year to start with a bit of a work avalanche. It hasn’t. Which is nice. I’ve got a fair bit of free time. Which again is nice. Lots of things are nice at the moment. I’m not worrying about money or anything particularly. Not worried about work, not stressed for any reason really. I’m listening to some very nice music which is also enhancing my mood. How nice.

I hope you lot are alright too. Would be a shame if you were all gloomy and stressed. Let me know how you are please. Let me know if my happiness has rubbed off a little.

On another note, does anyone know if absolutely everything happens in Leamington? I was wondering why all societies’ socials seem to happen in Leamington? I know that ‘all’ is an exaggeration, but you catch my drift. Also, if said society plans to meet up with it’s members before said social, be it in Leamington or Coventry, they seem to meet in two places. One set in Leamington, and one set on campus. Where is the gathering for the Coventry crew? For example. I am a member of Offbeat. Well, I say that, I just use it to get into the Colly, (and this year the wonderful Taylor John’s House!) for cheap. I don’t really take any active role. Sorry Offbeat folks. Anyway, I’m babbling. I want to pick up my Offbeat card to get discount Colly entrance, but to do it, I have to travel into campus beforehand, then back into Coventry for my night out. Can’t really be arsed to do that. Would rather go to ‘Spoon’s for a curry or something. It’s not that I don’t want to socialise with Offbeat people. It would be great to do that in Earlsdon. Never mind.

Rant over. I said once upon a time I wasn’t going to rant. I sold out. Sorry. Well, I didn’t rant really did I? It was just an observation. Being a Coventry kid myself, I am quick to spot how rubbish certain Cov things are, but on the other hand, I tend to defend it against any nasty people who don’t like it. Coventry has good things as well you know!

I’m not that bothered really. I’m too, erm, not bothered I suppose, to be bothered about it. That sentence doesn’t make much sense. Apologies. I’ve gone on for too long really, so you probably are just skimming and didn’t even notice that appauling sentence. I’m not bothered. I’m too busy not being stressed to be bothered.

Futures folks.


October 05, 2006

A Welcome Return

So, long time no blog. I feel like a bit of a fraudster at the moment. I haven’t blogged all Summer and now decide to start again since I’m back at Warwick. Shouldn’t this be a full time thing? Is it a sin to pick and choose when I blog? Do I owe all you loyal readers an apology for keeping you waiting for so long?

No.

It’s only a blog. Grow up.

So Warwick is teeming with Freshers. I wish I was a Fresher again. It looks so cool. I want to go to Top Banana and enjoy it. I want to look at people in the piazza strangely because I can’t remember if I met you last night or not. I want to sign up to too many sports clubs and societies, and actually attend about one in ten of them.

Instead I am older. I live in a Victorian terraced house in Earlsdon, which has some pros and some cons. Just like every other student house. I enjoy the odd glass of wine in front of the television, and the bread from the baker’s round the corner. I am boring. This time last year I was another fresh faced first year, who was interesting (to other first years at least, who would ask the same three questions to everyone they saw), was a party animal, and didn’t care about what lectures I had or whether I would go to them. Now, the three questions have changed. Every ‘first conversation back at Warwick’ involves a question about Summer, then question about where each other is living, then what the house is like.

Neither party in this conversation actually is that bothered but just go along with for politeness sake. In summary, its not just me, but everyone is more boring. I’m sure that this is not true. Everyone on campus is just as cultured as they were last year, but it seems much more boring now we aren’t Freshers. I arrived back at Warwick with a bit of a buzz. I remembered how good the first two weeks of term were last year and expected the same feeling. In reality, it was never going to be as good as that, so I feel much duller.

Oh well. I suppose I might just be a miserable old(er) man. If i can turn this rather dreary blog round for a second, I would like to try and spread some light out of my gloomyness. I want to encourage all first years that may (or may not) be reading this, to go out and have an even better time than you are having a the moment. Have as much fun as you can possibly get away with without failing your exams at the end of the year. And even if you do fail, Warwick will let you try them again, and you’ll have all Summer to revise for them.

You will never be a Fresher again. Go out and make the most of it.


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