Archive for September, 2010

Abundant Rabbits and Friendly Squirrels

The other day I went to visit M at Chichester University where she has just started (she did a third year at college you see).  I had quite a good time, we watched some DVDs, walked around the town and I met some of her friends and finally got first-hand experience of halls (if you don’t read my blog regularly, I’m a student living at home). It – not for the first time, and probably not the last – made me think that I probably should have gone into halls. I’ve missed out on so many friends, good times and great stories. Well, that’s just me I suppose. Always missing out on the fun because of my shyness and dislike of change and challenges.

Anyway, enough of my self-indulgent and depressing reflections, it’s time to come back to the title of this post, which held out so much promise of good things. Rabbits and squirrels.

When I visited Chichester, M told me about the abundance of rabbits hopping about the campus. And she was right. We saw several rabbits wandering around, a few adults and some really cute baby ones. It was strange, and I couldn’t work out why they were there. Were they wild? If so, why were they hanging around a university campus? Or are they let out by the uni? If so, how do they stop them hopping away? I can’t get my head around it.

But then that’s not the only strange animal phenomenon I noticed there. There was this park near M’s halls which was full of squirrels and for some reason, they were very, very friendly. I know this because in the Southampton Common, if a squirrel is about he’ll scamper straight up a tree. But not these ones. They’d happily come up to you if you extend a hand out to them. I don’t understand how this could have happened, unless maybe they were released into the ‘semi-wild’ after being recovered from some injuries or something but couldn’t be put back in the ‘wild proper’. Anyone have an answer?



Spots. I hate spots. So much. I looked in the mirror as I was brushing my teeth – as you do – and saw that spots were appearing all over the shop. It’s so annoying. Just when I thought they were going for good. Just as my second year of university started. Only a few months before J-O is going to finally come over.

Oh, if you’ve never read my blog before, I’m a guy by the way. And 19. But that’s besides the point. I still hate spots. I still hate looking at myself in the mirror.

6 Month Anniversary Coming Up

Next month is me and J-O’s 6 month ‘being together’ anniversary. I can’t believe we’ve been together 6 months. It feels like longer, but at the same time shorter, if you know what I mean. I’ve recently taken to saying ‘I love you’ and she has also said it a few times, although sometimes when I say it she doesn’t say it back. But I’m not too worried about it, since I know that I’m the more emotionally impulsive one when it comes to these things. I’ve decided that I wanted to get her something for this special occasion. I decided on a heart necklace, and after a few days looking and deciding, I settled on the one shown on the left hand side here. I did think about going for a fancier, more expensive-looking one, but after asking M for her advice she suggested simplicity was the best way to go, so I chose this. I hope she likes it. I’m sure she will. I reckon it’ll only be another 2 months after that until we see each other. I can’t wait.Heart Necklace

Growing Up

The students celebrate, they all cheer
The hats fly up into the sky
They’re heading off into the world
I look on; I sigh

They’re fly off to grab their chains
To be responsible, pay bills
Work, the ‘freedom’ to work
It gives me the chills

Adulthood is freedom,
They shout
Being responsible
Is what it’s all about

Man was born free
As a child
As an adult
They are in chains

Only childhood is true freedom
Freedom to work is no freedom at all
Yet everyone rushes to their chains
Eagerly awaiting their curtain call

Study: ‘Falling in love costs you friends’

A study has just come out, saying that falling in love costs you friends. It says that when you are in a relationship, your circle of close friends is reduced by two – one best friend is lost, and another replaced by your new lover (i.e your circle of best friends is reduced by one and another person is replaced with your boyfriend/girlfriend). This is concerning to me, especially with the upcoming arrival of J-O in a few months. In fact, it is a matter I have touched on about a year ago. I don’t want to lose any of my close friends. I know what it’s like to almost lose a friend when they fall in love – I don’t want to inflict that sort of pain when me and J-O get together. I know how much my friends get annoyed – and even angry – at how M and J withdrew into themselves when they started going out. We hardly ever saw them this summer.

I’m not going to let it get like that. I won’t not go to an event just because J-O can’t go. I won’t stop want to see my friends just so I can spend every minute of every day with J-O. People need to see more than one person for their emotional well-being. Not to mention that a relationship must surly stagnate if you’re around each other 24/7. I’m sure I can’t be the only one to feel this way.

Drinking Beers After Dropping Them – Not Good

The other day I went to a friend’s BBQ. When I was getting my beer from the fridge and putting them into a plastic bag, the bag broke. So I went to use one of those stronger ‘bag for life’ bags. But my Dad told me not to, so I just got another ordinary carrier bag and used that. Which was fine. For a while. But as I walked through the house and got into the back garden, and was about to put it down, it broke. Just my luck. One of the bottles smashed completely, and the other ones were pretty shaken up. So I left them for a bit, then drank them. They were still a bit bubbly, but they were okay. For a while.

But when I got home and tried to get to sleep I discovered the side-effects of drinking this slightly-bubbly beer. Gas. Lots and lots of gas. Burping and farting, but mostly burping. After burping every so often for an about an hour I realised that if I didn’t take action, then I’d be up all night. So what I ended up doing was, basically, burping myself. Like how you would with a baby. I kept pushing my stomach in, and every time I did so, I burped. It was horrible. Apparently I even woke up my mum doing it. I’m going to the pub with my friends tomorrow night (well, today actually, seen as it’s 40 mins past midnight here) and I don’t think I’ll be drinking there, not after that. I’ll probably just have coke. Although I suspect I may give in quite shortly. I give myself an hour before I start drinking. Or maybe less…

Third Clubbing Experience

Well I’ve now been clubbing a total of three times! Isn’t it so rebellious and amazing of me? That’s just how I roll! But seriously, I am beginning to enjoy it more and want to do it more. On Tuesday (student night here in Southampton) me and some friends met at my house for some pre-drinks then went on to town. By the end of the pre-drinks I was already fairly drunk and, as such, ready and raring for town.

Unfortunately, because we walked from my house we got there after 10pm and so had to pay to get in to the clubs. Luckily it only costs a few quid even when you have to pay. I went to get a drink and I got this really bitchy girl behind the bar that told me off for forgetting to say ‘please’. I never expected to get tips on politeness from somebody working in a place where people get pissed and get off with random girls. Geeez. Later on one of my friends tried to get me with some girls, but I turned away because I have J-O and besides, they probably wouldn’t like me anyway so it didn’t matter.

Then we moved onto Reflex where I received another random telling-off from a bouncer, who claimed I ‘didn’t look like I understood a word he was telling me’ when he didn’t hear me respond to his question about if I had my student ID. He then decided to give me a talking-to as if I had done something wrong, declaring that he ‘didn’t want any trouble’ from me and that if I started ‘swaying around all over the place’ then I would be thrown out. What a complete dickhead. But then I suppose all bouncers are. Anyway, once I was (finally) let inside after insisting I was fine (which I was, he was just deaf as a doorpost) I had a pretty good time. Reflex is great if you go there near the end of the night because you and everybody else are so drunk that you don’t care that you’re dancing to really cheesy 80s music (it’s an 80s themed club) and have such a fun time. At one point me and my friends even ended up on the stage-y bit and danced there, which I never thought I would see myself doing. I suppose anything is possible when you’re pissed. Most of your inhibitions leave you, something I desperately (as any regular reader will know) need.

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