Lets write something, why not.

So it's nearly Christmas, and it's been years (?) since I wrote anything. I'm not sure anyone would even look at this, but i'll let you know what the deal is with my life. Graduated, 2:2, no biggie... Graduated on the Friday, offered a job on the Wednesday after... no biggie. The job is something I've wanted to do for a while but never had the opportunity. I work as a Houseparent at a special needs residential school called Pencalenick. I look after the boarders and have no real involvement with their in-school life, just what they get up to before and after lessons for the day. It's very tiring, but hugely rewarding and often alot of fun reverting back to my childlike state (reverting.. or continuing). Either way I'm very happy with it for the time being, and still plan to win the lottery.  

Sat in bed, at home in Cornwall

Euuuugh.

Currently too hungover to write anything remotely interesting. Updates to my life coming soon-ish

It's not What you know

So... What can I say.. It's been an unbelievable last few months. Dissertation was capped at 40% and still managed to come away with a 2:2 (Lucky Duck). I've been looking at jobs abroad, America in particular, which is a tricky business but if I can get away with it there are much worse places to live. I've been generally 'hanging around' in Cornwall for a while now, going out and living a fairly chilled lifestyle. It'll need to end sometime soon when I actually get a job, but for now it seems to be working out just wonderfully. On one of the aforementioned nights out, I was lucky enough to meet a friend's girlfriend (who with some dance persuasion was an absolute legend), drank the night away with some Great champagne (no matter what she says), and doing some fairly horrendous dancing.. which at the time seemed like something more than worthy of Strictly (or any other soul-destroying dance competition ruining television). Anyway.. this friend has invited me, and I've graciously accepted to join 23 others on Necker Island in August on a 10 day holiday. Necker Island described as "the most beautiful place in the world" (Note how I didn't reference that quote... Yeah, I'm a Badass now I've finished university). I do other crazy things now, I actually drank out of the apple juice carton earlier, so people know not to mess with me. I am infact weeing a little bit with excitement at the thought of this holiday. If my luck carries on like this Richard Branson will no doubt give me a career in music, or writing... or just some sort of career just to keep my parents happy. Anyway I'm being summoned to build a wall in my garden? As you do.

Sitting on the floor of my lounge using an ethernet cable because my parents are living too far in the past to discover wifi... I'm fairly sure they'll give me a world war ration pack to take to Necker

Panic Station Can Wait.

It's fast approaching exam time, and I've definitely not revised enough for either of the two I have (Tuesday & Wednesday). Most people would be a little thing I (and my housemate Alex) like to call Panakin Skywalker... but I'm keeping a really calm head about it... I say that like I have a choice, however my brain is down right refusing to express any sort of worry or fear with regards to the potentially detrimental events affecting my future.  I'm quite good at avoiding the revision business though, I did infact invent something called Disco Fridge earlier, which essentially involved putting some speakers and a strobe light in my fridge, and calling it Disco Fridge (I'm not a 1st class honours student surprisingly). I'm writing this to avoid revision, I've been horrendously busy on Twitter today and even walked to Tesco with my housemate Ash to buy an Easter Egg.... in the middle of May..? Funnily enough they were all out. I'm going to work on other ways to avoid revision for the rest of the day, I'm seriously considering trying to walk the length of my garden on my hands... The fact there are 3 tiers makes it more difficult, but anything will do instead of reading about Vealey's Sport Confidence...

Sitting on the bed, not in it, listening to Craig David - Rendezvous, which I just learnt on guitar... Glorious.

The Marvels of a Night Out

So it's been a while.. as usual... but I thought i'd discuss 3 of my favourite moments of nights out in Cardiff. I don't half make a scene... I'll do it in some sort of list, no particular order but my best I think is either the Revs Kitchen... or Walkabout Stairs.. (I bet you're excited).
Here it goes:

1. Piggyback Face-plant
I used to go to alot of hockey socials in the 1st year, those of you at Uwic will understand this is a pretty heavy drinking session and doesn't end well... ever. It was after one of these, and leaving Revolutions that I found myself staggering down Queen St with my housemate, and decided it'd be a great idea to offer a piggy back to a girl and her friend (wise). Obviously only one girl went for it, and I managed approximately 4 steps before trying my very best to fall straight down to avoid A. Landing on her backwards, or B. Smashing her face into the floor.... it did unfortunately end in B. My housemate agreed to walk her home and genuinely left me asleep in the middle of the main street of Cardiff, when he rang I'd walked about 15 minutes in the wrong direction and had to come and find me. 2 years later whilst speaking to an ex-girlfriend, she explained a couple of years ago a good friend of hers tried to get a piggyback from a guy in a shirt and tie.. and ended up with a nasty graze on her face... I can't help but feel slightly responsible.

2. Revs Kitchen
So it was a fairly early start in Revolution as we'd forgotten to get queue jumps. This inevitably means that we're about as drunk at 10 oclock, as everyone else is at about 1. So we tend to get on the cocktails, but for slow drinking, and I get onto double vodka and cokes when I feel it's time to really embarass myself. I'm pretty blurry about the whole incident, however to explain, the Revs toilet upstairs is fairly close to one of the doors that leads into the Kitchen. Now the rest of the story is as explained by the bouncer that had to escort me out of Revs because I'm oblivious to the rest. I remember coming around sitting on the floor outside a shop next to Revs, the bouncer (surprisingly a nice guy) asked if I was ok. I said, yeah I think so, what did I do? Assuming I'd been kicked out for something malicious. He laughed and said, well I found you sat on the kitchen floor upstairs, refusing to leave until you got to use the urinal. Supposedly I'd convinced myself I was sitting on the toilet floor waiting for a toilet to be free and wouldn't move until I used it. Apparently I was quite stubborn and upset until he picked me up off the floor and near enough carried me down the stairs and sat me down outside.

3. Walkabout Stairs
So there are two sets of stairs to get down to the lower level of Walkabout, one set is quite wide and has large steps, the other is slightly narrower and overhangs the dancefloor below a bit. They both have a small flat section at the middle where they curve around to go down even further to the bottom floor.  I'd been drinking a decent number of Jagerbombs (when they were cheap) and fancied a bit of a dance, I couldn't find anyone drunk enough upstairs to dance with me so had to venture downstairs. I knew the lift was a possibility but getting caught would probably reveal my state, so I braved the stairs. The narrow ones... terrible idea... I looked from the top to the middle section, as if it was some mammoth achievement awaiting me (it would have been). Step 1... Success... Step 2.... Success followed by over-confidence, let's miss a step. Step 3 missed.. following by probably Steps 4 to about 12... Flat on my face at the bottom of the stairs, again with a bouncer laughing at me whilst he helped me up, I played off the classic (I slipped) and it worked. I'm pretty sure I did the actual brush off shoulder movement, rearranged my clothing, continued to the next set of stairs now certain that the bouncer was the only person who'd seen it. Just to correct this matter, I managed Step 1, slid straight off Step 2, and ventured down the rest of the stairs on my arse... Ouch.

In bed, playing guitar, talking to Emma Rowe

I Smell Summer

So it's been on and off weather-wise for the last 2 weeks, some glorious sunshine, and typical Cornish/Welsh weather. This isn't to say that the rest of the country doesn't experience the occasional downpour, but seriously, Wales and Cornwall are taking things to a new level of gloomy. There has been, like I said, some really nice weather, so much so I've turned a remotely darker shade of my usual paper white. A line between the colours has appeared just below my hips (I would call it a tan line, but I'm hardly brown). It's more than likely just where my belt digs in occasionally but I like to pretend my few hours spent in the sun has contributed to something. I've been doing sit ups, press ups, and then struggling to get up in an attempt to tone up my incredible bod (that's obviously how I speak). It's going quite well, and it helps that there's no such thing as Takeaway Tuesday on a weekly basis whilst I'm home, so slowly but surely slimming down a bit (more metabolism help). To include something different, I'm listening to Hanson at the moment, but not the Mmm Bop rubbish, they had some new stuff, a couple of years ago I think, and it's really good... you should all listen ("you should all"... like anyone reads this anymore). Especially Penny & Me... Great song. So the summer is approaching fairly quickly and I've basically been preparing for the last few months... I taught myself guitar (I'm amazing.. actually really good), tanning (less white), and getting into shape (eating 1 less takeaway a week). So it's looking good for the scorching hot season that arrives soon.

Sitting on the floor trying to ignore how much my arms ache.

Family Business

I was fast asleep last night when my sister sent me a text complaining about why I hadn't mentioned her good looks and how cool she is in my family post... So there I said it. I've not always had this sort of relationship with my brother and sister, it was more of them and me for a while. Not in a horrible way, but they always managed to take advantage of my naivety. For example one of our little family jokes is the stuff they used to be able to make me believe. I genuinely thought my real name was Henrietta Lewis, this was discovered by a conversation I had with a friend of mine which went something like; Me: "Helen, what's your real name?" Helen: "Helen Elizabeth Nightingale" Me: "No I mean what's your Real name, like mine is Henrietta".... So that was the first one they pulled on me. Another is to do with our old family car, we had a Renault Espace, and it's a car that has those folding tables on the back of the front seats, which is just about a big enough space to hold 4 mini cheddars and a miniature spirit bottle doesn't quite fit in the drinks holder. But because the only real other vehicle that has these types of tables is a plane... I was honestly convinced for probably more than a year that our car could fly. The final trick they used to play (that I can remember, I'll be reminded of more when my sister reads this), is to do with my constant need to impress people. I've always been quite quick, as long as I can remember, and I'd even do a few laps around the garden to show just how fast I was when new people came to the house (like a dog might). However my brother and sister loved to take advantage of this, I remember quite vividly sitting out in the garden with them sunbathing... they would be, obviously I'd be doing laps just incase the postman came. They'd call me over and my sister would say something along the lines of "Henry, I bet you can't run to the kitchen, make me a glass of Orange squash, and get back here with it in 20 seconds". I'd squeel with excitement, assume a full on sprinters starting position. 3,2,1 GO! Off I ran, made the drink, came back (definitely under 20 seconds), and now when I think about it, they'd always somehow forget to time, their watch would break, or just assume it was over the time specified and tell me to do it again.. this time for my brother... or they'd want a sandwich instead. So, on the verge of bullying, but I forgive them considering I'm the most intelligent and best looking sibling now, the last laugh.. I think so!

Sitting in a reclining chair watching Teen Cribs on MTV... Sweeeet