I guess that I only felt compelled to write in this today due to some news that I have received this evening...as well as seeing that my other friend was also keeping a blog as well. I'm no sheep...or am I? Then again, once you see something, you're perhaps sometimes inclined to follow it. I'm not sure. I'm not sure about much these days.
So, my friend is moving in with her boyfriend. I know. You're (if anyone is reading this, which I highly doubt) probably thinking that it's no big ordeal or occasion. But, I beg to differ. I've seen my friend grow up, shared laughs, tears and whatever else you share with them through the past few years. And now, it's like, this is it, I'm grown up. It scares me, to be honest. It makes you wonder why, as kids, we were all dying to grow up, all dying to get to this point where we are truly independent and whatever. I like independence, don't get me wrong. And it's not just university that has let me have this, it's been around for much longer than that. With a change in friends, I became massively independent, and started to see life outside of the nest? Is that even a metaphor? I'm not entirely definite on that, but that is now my metaphor. Out of the nest. I'm sure it will catch on into popular media and speech at some point. Anyway, back to the point, what has happened to the time? I'm going to be 20 in 7 months by the end of the week. That is insane. I'm not getting my head around it. I feel like I'm out of control. Time used to pass so slow when I was younger, I mean, five minutes seemed like forty, but now it feels like 2 seconds. Is this normal?
Why is it bothering me so much? Effectively, I have moved out of home now anyway. I'm there for like a few months of the year and then I am back at university. But, I'm still tied there. I wonder if I'll be like this in Australia? Because that is effectively going to be my home for 11 months, if I don't come back for the Christmas holidays. I mean, what do I do?
Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Thursday, 8 March 2012
Procrastination.
Have to say, I do enjoy the fact that no one currently, or apparently, seems to be reading this blog. Which is all fine and dandy. I'm sorry if you have just started reading this, and are giving the screen something of a comedic look, but as it stands, this is a fact.
Evidently, as stated by the title of this post, I'm currently in the Information Commons (I go to Uni of Sheffield, if I haven't mentioned before, I'm not one to re-read things, so if I have said about it, then I am saying about it again), this building being a giant fuck off library. I'm meant to be doing notes on a presentation I have to give in front of my entire Level 1 Geography class (around 200-300 people, no biggie) but as I keep seemingly choosing articles that are over 20 pages long, my faith in reading and researching begins to dwindle further, thus here I am. Currently now watching all of the people coming up the stairs...People watching... Honestly, you would think as a student that I should be huddled up in a corner somewhere recuperating from a late night of booze, more booze and just plain idiocy. Nah. Though, last night I did have to look after several members of my flat. Being sick into a mop bucket. Shoving of fingers down throat to make one sick. Can honestly say that I haven't been that drunk to do that. Think I'm lucky in the sense that when I am drunk, I just either fall asleep or make somewhat of a prat of myself before then falling asleep. Seeing someone that drunk has made me really begin to question drinking in itself. Saying that, I am meant to be going out tonight for drinks with other people going to the same overseas university as me next year. Won't be a long night, I can imagine.
Evidently, as stated by the title of this post, I'm currently in the Information Commons (I go to Uni of Sheffield, if I haven't mentioned before, I'm not one to re-read things, so if I have said about it, then I am saying about it again), this building being a giant fuck off library. I'm meant to be doing notes on a presentation I have to give in front of my entire Level 1 Geography class (around 200-300 people, no biggie) but as I keep seemingly choosing articles that are over 20 pages long, my faith in reading and researching begins to dwindle further, thus here I am. Currently now watching all of the people coming up the stairs...People watching... Honestly, you would think as a student that I should be huddled up in a corner somewhere recuperating from a late night of booze, more booze and just plain idiocy. Nah. Though, last night I did have to look after several members of my flat. Being sick into a mop bucket. Shoving of fingers down throat to make one sick. Can honestly say that I haven't been that drunk to do that. Think I'm lucky in the sense that when I am drunk, I just either fall asleep or make somewhat of a prat of myself before then falling asleep. Seeing someone that drunk has made me really begin to question drinking in itself. Saying that, I am meant to be going out tonight for drinks with other people going to the same overseas university as me next year. Won't be a long night, I can imagine.
Friday, 2 March 2012
National Perspective
Ok, try not to be too alarmed, I am actually updating within the same week, nevertheless the same month or even year. Perhaps this will work, who knows.
Well, during my loving reading of the news (been trying to keep up with what is going on, seeing as even though I still have access to newspapers and what have you, I don't read them all that much, plus, the only newspaper I do read is the Forge newspaper...which is a university newspaper...as much as I'd like to think that the story on students suffering from poor alcohol deals is national news, I don't think that it is entirely there yet) I found out that David Rathband, an officer in the Raoul Moat shootout, was found dead this week (the whole news story goes on for too long, basically, Moat was a tad fruity-loopy, his girlfriend left him - wonder why - and so he thought 'Why not go out and shoot some peoples' and ended up shooting his ex and her new partner and also Rathband, who was a police officer who was sat in the car and Moat sneaked up on him and shot him...probably not a viable story retelling, but you have the internet, bloody use it.) in his home. Can't actually imagine how the time since the whole incident has treated Rathband with nothing but misery. He lost his sight completely, lost his family, marriage and his whole life pretty much fell down around him. I can't begin to understand the mental pain that he must have been going through. However, what sickens me more, is pages like this:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/RIP-Raoul-Moat-3/101270373261190?ref=mf
Yes, an R.I.P Raoul Moat page...truly and completely disgusting. What makes it, if possible, even worse, is that people are actually on this page defending Moat. Saying that they knew him, the system failed him, life fell down on him etc etc. They obviously didn't know him. Otherwise, surely one of them would have stopped what he was about to do. What the hell has happened to society? Yes, obviously the ones who do defend him are from a different side of society (not saying that in a harsh or offence way at all, all I mean is that I personally come from a different segment of society...I'm just digging myself a hole, let's just leave it with no offense is intended), but how can they still not hold the same values? How can they honestly defend a man who caused so much pain and so much suffering. Lashing out at the system, blah blah blah, get a grip. How can have things changed so much...I know that back when my parents were the same age as me, such a crime would see every essence of the criminal flagged in red or completely removed from communal thought. So, why can't we do this now. Raoul Moat is, most definitely, certainly and wholly, undeserving of any form of sympathy, kindness or recognition. Frankly, he should just be entirely removed from all thought. Forgotten, but if at all remembered, thought of in a red mist.
Now go forth.
Well, during my loving reading of the news (been trying to keep up with what is going on, seeing as even though I still have access to newspapers and what have you, I don't read them all that much, plus, the only newspaper I do read is the Forge newspaper...which is a university newspaper...as much as I'd like to think that the story on students suffering from poor alcohol deals is national news, I don't think that it is entirely there yet) I found out that David Rathband, an officer in the Raoul Moat shootout, was found dead this week (the whole news story goes on for too long, basically, Moat was a tad fruity-loopy, his girlfriend left him - wonder why - and so he thought 'Why not go out and shoot some peoples' and ended up shooting his ex and her new partner and also Rathband, who was a police officer who was sat in the car and Moat sneaked up on him and shot him...probably not a viable story retelling, but you have the internet, bloody use it.) in his home. Can't actually imagine how the time since the whole incident has treated Rathband with nothing but misery. He lost his sight completely, lost his family, marriage and his whole life pretty much fell down around him. I can't begin to understand the mental pain that he must have been going through. However, what sickens me more, is pages like this:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/RIP-Raoul-Moat-3/101270373261190?ref=mf
Yes, an R.I.P Raoul Moat page...truly and completely disgusting. What makes it, if possible, even worse, is that people are actually on this page defending Moat. Saying that they knew him, the system failed him, life fell down on him etc etc. They obviously didn't know him. Otherwise, surely one of them would have stopped what he was about to do. What the hell has happened to society? Yes, obviously the ones who do defend him are from a different side of society (not saying that in a harsh or offence way at all, all I mean is that I personally come from a different segment of society...I'm just digging myself a hole, let's just leave it with no offense is intended), but how can they still not hold the same values? How can they honestly defend a man who caused so much pain and so much suffering. Lashing out at the system, blah blah blah, get a grip. How can have things changed so much...I know that back when my parents were the same age as me, such a crime would see every essence of the criminal flagged in red or completely removed from communal thought. So, why can't we do this now. Raoul Moat is, most definitely, certainly and wholly, undeserving of any form of sympathy, kindness or recognition. Frankly, he should just be entirely removed from all thought. Forgotten, but if at all remembered, thought of in a red mist.
Now go forth.
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