Well, here I am... back in Derby after a very relaxing and familycentric (yay) break. I've been meaning to blog several things, but with me having very limited internet access at home, I haven't bothered. Plus, it's been nice just to be away from it all. I aim to get a lot of things done tomorrow. Whenever I've said that on here, things haven't turned out.
Let me say that I've gotten rid of my beard after a record breaking run: 3 months I think. I'm left with sideburns now, and fuck have I put on weight! I thought I might look cool, but I have a shitload of work to do to get fit.
As for revision... today was a recovery day. From what, I don't know.
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Wednesday, 29 December 2010
Punch in the Face
I've heard Anna is interested in doing the student fight night.
I am so tempted to lose ten stone, get a sex change and knock her fucking Leicester supporting face in.
;)
Oh, I forgot... I'm entering it, ha ha. Dave has turned me on to boxing. When we've done some pad sessions in his room, I have experienced the huge fitness required merely to throw some punches. As the running club has completely stalled now (although I hope to give it a decent shove in the new year), I need to get fit. The chance of a fight will give me something to aim for, and if I win, a real sense of achievement.
I don't want to be naive (can't be arsed with the umlauts), but Dave thinks I have a talent! We'll see...
I am so tempted to lose ten stone, get a sex change and knock her fucking Leicester supporting face in.
;)
Oh, I forgot... I'm entering it, ha ha. Dave has turned me on to boxing. When we've done some pad sessions in his room, I have experienced the huge fitness required merely to throw some punches. As the running club has completely stalled now (although I hope to give it a decent shove in the new year), I need to get fit. The chance of a fight will give me something to aim for, and if I win, a real sense of achievement.
I don't want to be naive (can't be arsed with the umlauts), but Dave thinks I have a talent! We'll see...
I'm Going to Hell for This One
The self-checkouts are BAD for people. Look at what happened to Joanna Yeates.
Sunday, 5 December 2010
In Competition for the Worst Time
One of the worst weeks ever in football. Forest lost to Leicester on Monday. I watched it with Anna. Forest were shite, but so were Leicester. Anyway, with the added presence of Guy, Pete Conoulty and beer, I went on camera to say that if Forest finished lower that either Derby or Leicester I would run down sadlergate naked. I'm really not worried.
The day after that and with a raging head, United got twatted in the Carling Cup by West Ham 4-0. It didn't hurt as much as it would in the past, but still, not the best tonic to Monday.
Finally, England only received 2 votes to stage the 2018 World Cup. Not that I care too much, (I preferred all of the other bids) but it still felt like defeat.
Here's to Euro 2012!
The day after that and with a raging head, United got twatted in the Carling Cup by West Ham 4-0. It didn't hurt as much as it would in the past, but still, not the best tonic to Monday.
Finally, England only received 2 votes to stage the 2018 World Cup. Not that I care too much, (I preferred all of the other bids) but it still felt like defeat.
Here's to Euro 2012!
Thursday, 28 October 2010
My Pants Keep Falling Down
Which is kind of annoying, because I stayed at Shaun's on Tuesday night and found that I'd actually gained weight. Even though like I feel I've lost.
I've finally hit 17 stone!
I've finally hit 17 stone!
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
Wednesday, 20 October 2010
Thursday, 7 October 2010
Rebelde y Vagabundo
Last night I left my comfort zone. It was Derby Army night, and Nunnery had been given a pink colour code. I figured it would be good to go along and hang out with a load of other Nunnerites. So me, Pete and Mike went, wearing pink. It was (almost) the first flat night out. This is something I did not achieve last year. Oh yeah, Andrea came round and insisted we wear camouflage make up. Becky slapped her genuine stuff on my face. Ahem. Oh yeah, the venue? Walkabout.
So, not only did I wear fancy dress, I went to Walkabout. These are two things I always make a point of saying I don't do.
But you know what? I had a mostly fucking ace night. I was right to take the gamble. I've never been on a night out and seen so many people! There was the usual crew, plus Andy, Ash, Dan, Tom, Jamie, Anna and a load of people I haven't yet learned the name of. Plus, I had a girl show interest in me. She was walking past and smiled at me. She grabbed my hand and started dancing up against me. This was nice at first, because it's something that doesn't happen to me. But it kind of confirmed my new single status. Now I feel a bit crappy, but glad at the same time, because I felt in limbo. Not that I feel any different about Nat now. Anyway. That's another story.
Two things ruined it. Well, ruin is too strong. Prematurely ended my night, shall we say. A certain person knocked 3 separate drinks out of my hand. She was acting as if she'd never touched booze before. There was no apology, just the kind of really annoying, gone-too-far drunk. I told her on facebook that I was pissed off, but apparently, if I'm not "man enough" to hold onto my drink when freshers are bumping into her, causing her to smash into me (allegedly), then I don't deserve my drink. Moving on. Secondly, I ended up on the floor because a girl seemingly and "humourously" speared this fucking huge lad off that stage thing. I waited for an apology. When none came, I fucking lost it. This is another stepping from the comfort zone. I've never actively tried to start a fight, despite all the times I've been willing to fight. All the guy could say was that he's deaf. Someone stepped in and said "leave it mate, it's just one of those things". He also received some backlash.
Perhaps that's the point. It WAS just one of those things that always seem to happen in Walkabout every time I step through the door. Everyone headed off to Syn. I headed home and back to my comfort zone, enraged, but glad I went out. Here's to an ace year.
So, not only did I wear fancy dress, I went to Walkabout. These are two things I always make a point of saying I don't do.
But you know what? I had a mostly fucking ace night. I was right to take the gamble. I've never been on a night out and seen so many people! There was the usual crew, plus Andy, Ash, Dan, Tom, Jamie, Anna and a load of people I haven't yet learned the name of. Plus, I had a girl show interest in me. She was walking past and smiled at me. She grabbed my hand and started dancing up against me. This was nice at first, because it's something that doesn't happen to me. But it kind of confirmed my new single status. Now I feel a bit crappy, but glad at the same time, because I felt in limbo. Not that I feel any different about Nat now. Anyway. That's another story.
Two things ruined it. Well, ruin is too strong. Prematurely ended my night, shall we say. A certain person knocked 3 separate drinks out of my hand. She was acting as if she'd never touched booze before. There was no apology, just the kind of really annoying, gone-too-far drunk. I told her on facebook that I was pissed off, but apparently, if I'm not "man enough" to hold onto my drink when freshers are bumping into her, causing her to smash into me (allegedly), then I don't deserve my drink. Moving on. Secondly, I ended up on the floor because a girl seemingly and "humourously" speared this fucking huge lad off that stage thing. I waited for an apology. When none came, I fucking lost it. This is another stepping from the comfort zone. I've never actively tried to start a fight, despite all the times I've been willing to fight. All the guy could say was that he's deaf. Someone stepped in and said "leave it mate, it's just one of those things". He also received some backlash.
Perhaps that's the point. It WAS just one of those things that always seem to happen in Walkabout every time I step through the door. Everyone headed off to Syn. I headed home and back to my comfort zone, enraged, but glad I went out. Here's to an ace year.
Monday, 4 October 2010
Mr. Coffee
Sat in the office at Nunnery, screaming out for bed. Massive headache. Can barely stay awake. Oh well, off to get more coffee! I swear I will write in this thing properly soon.
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