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A Drunken Late-Night Conversation With Mates

After the England game last week, when we crashed out of Euro 2012 on penalties (again, penalties, always penalties!) me and my friends A and J went to the local park to have a kick-about (yes, at 12pm, yes, we were fairly drunk). We didn’t do it for very long though because it was dark and there weren’t many street lights near the grassy bit. So we decided to make our way over to the playground, and we went on the swings and the roundabout, because we’re that cool. We stayed there for over an hour because we were talking.

What were we talking about? Well, we were all guys, A had just broken up with his girlfriend, and J is constantly having little problems with his girlfriend. So naturally the topic, for most of the time, was sex. Firstly, A and J asked each other what they’d done sexually and stuff like that. Then A started talking about how he “hadn’t had sex in 5 weeks” and so was “so fucking horny”; he said he “couldn’t imagine how [I] must feel”, having never had sex at all, that it must be “unbelievably difficult”; I said “you have no idea”. Then J said how he was having a housewarming party for his new uni house he’s moving into in September, and how we should go to it, and then A suggested that him and J should ‘get me laid’. J said that there’s this girl he knows who kept flirting with him, saying she was looking for “a nice guy” and that maybe they could try and hook me up with her. I went along with it because I know it won’t happen, but their hearts are in the right place.

My friend J then went on to talk about his girlfriend, M, which I won’t really go into here. Basically, they’ve been together for over 4 years but, for various reasons, some justifiable and some not so much, she’s still very insecure about their relationship (for example, they can basically never go anywhere or do anything without each other). Although their relationship is strong, this continues and it a continuous source of low-level annoyance for J. By the end of this conversation it was about 1:30pm and they insisted that I could not walk back alone, and so I stayed at J’s house. They are such good friends, it was such a great night.

Just a shame about England…


21 & Other Things

I turned 21 last week. I don’t feel that different, but I begin to feel old when I realise that I was last technically a teenager over a year ago now. I still feel like a teenager. I celebrated my birthday with a load of my friends. First they came to my house for pre-drinks and then we went into town. I couldn’t remember much after we left my house though. I blame my friend J, because he made me have a shot of absinthe shortly before we left for town – I think that put me ‘over the edge’.

I thought initially that I wanted to find out from my friends what had happened out in town, but then I thought it would probably be really embarrassing and so I didn’t want to know. In the end they told me a few things anyway; I had a little pole-dance with my (male) friend A in Reflex (cringe!), but not for long cos we apparently (and not surprisingly) got ‘weird looks’; my friend A got 6 girls to kiss me (on the cheek) but I apparently ‘wasn’t really interested’, even though I danced with one of them for a while. All in all, pretty embarrassing… I’m actually pretty glad I don’t remember it.

On another topic, J-O is coming back to the UK tomorrow to start her new au pair job, somewhere in Surrey. I haven’t talked to her for a while so I’m not sure exactly where it is (last time we talked, she didn’t know). I will call her tomorrow to check how she is. This is because (A) I do still worry about her (as a friend), especially considering how she disliked being an au pair last year, and now she’ll be doing it with a new family in a town/city she’s never been to before, and (B) because I am determined to ‘keep her sweet’ by acting all concerned and friendly so that she doesn’t try and worm her way out of her promise to come to my Grad Ball with me – I really don’t want to waste the £40 I spent on her ticket (it’s person-specific and non-transferable, you see).

Lastly, I’m not sure what to do with this blog. I’m not a teenager any more, and don’t want to confuse new readers by keeping blogging here. I may set up another blog, but I’m not sure that I will have much to blog about for a while. I dunno if to set it up soon and try and persuade my current subscribers to subscribe to my new blog and probably not post in it for a while, or wait until I have something to write about then set it up and post on here that I have a new blog. I also don’t want to lose the content though, so I will be keeping it up on WordPress whatever I do.

Although I’m not quite yet finished here, I’d still like to say: thanks for everything, loyal readers. It’s been an interesting journey…

Great Day Watching England vs USA

The other day I said I would inform you about the epic time I had on Saturday. Here it is.

I arrived at about 5 at A’s house and had a beer, and soon J turned up as well. We had a few beers before the match, settling down to watch Total Wipeout. Finally the match started at 7:30pm. A then took out some Apple Sourz (15%, one of the strongest drinks I’ve drunk, I don’t get out much) and we decided that we’d each drink some every time Heskey made a mistake. So as a result it was half gone by the end of the disappointing first half. We then went out into the garden to do a keepy-up game, which I wasn’t good at. We went back and settled down to the second half, which proved to be just as disappointing as the first. We’d finished the Apple Sourz about 10 minutes before the end, along with the 4 beers we’d each drunk, but somehow we were remarkably sober. I was especially surprised at my sobriety, since usually after 4 beers alone I’m already well on my way to being drunk.

Then, as the sun was setting (as it was nearly 9pm by this time) we decided to head over to the local park for some football. After a while we could hardly see as it was getting so dark, so we headed back. When we got back we decided to stay the night. So first we watched HIGNFY and then at about 11pm we settled in to watch Die Hard 2. After that had finished, at 1:30am, we decided not to go to bed, but instead to break out Rollercoater Tycoon. That is still such a fun and addictive game, and we played it until about 3:30am, at which point we decided to get to sleep – just as the ‘dawn chorus’ was starting.

We woke up at 10am the next morning (we’d set the alarm on my phone for 10) and decided immediately after breakfast to go play some more football down the park. We played one-on-one against each other, with the other person being the goalie, taking it in turns. Then we decided to play a penalty shoot-0ut game, which I turned out to be fantastic at (shooting, not saving; I was awful at that) and I had by far the best ratio of goals. I always shot one way, but always managed to make the keeper think I was going the other way. Then we went back for lunch, as it was about 1pm by this time. After that we all went our separate ways (that is to say, we went back home lol) and decided that for each England match we would go to each other’s house to watch them. The next one is Friday at J’s, I can’t wait.

Looking Forward To Summer

Well, my first exam starts tomorrow and my last exam is on 4th June. It sounds like a long time, but it’s only 3 exams, 1 each week, so it’s pretty good. But I am – as you can probably tell from the title – more looking forward to the summer. 3 months and 2 weeks I have off. 3 months and 2 weeks!!! Either it is going to be great, or it is going to be very boring. I’m going to try my hardest to make it exciting.

I’ll try and make sure me and my friends are doing something cool at least once a week, be it having a party or doing something a little more restrained but still fun. What I’d really like to do is see a lot more of A, E, J and M, since they all live pretty close – within bike-riding distance – to me. The only trouble is that I don’t want to impose on them. I’ll have to talk to them and see what I can come up with. Wish me luck!

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The End of an Era

Tomorrow marks the end of an era. One of my primary school teachers is finally leaving the school (retiring). He was one of my favourite teachers. I particularly liked him because of the phase he used when things went wrong – he used to say “oh, eccles cakes”. He was well liked by everyone, although A said he used to pick on him a lot, which I never realised. I once wet myself in his class, actually – not a particularly good memory, that (lol). One of my schoolmates who’s mum is friends with my mum is apparently going in tomorrow to see him. I would, but don’t want to go in on my own and wouldn’t really know what to say to him. He probably wouldn’t remember me anyway – he’s been there so long he couldn’t possibly remember me. Such a sad day. He was a legend. He will be sorely missed by me and everyone he taught.

What A Fantastic Day!

Yesterday was one of the best days in a long time, because of two gatherings that occurred.

The first one was when I met A and J at the Common for a kick-about (i.e played football (soccer)) for an hour or so. It was funny because we weren’t very good at passing to each other, often missing wildly. That, coupled with the fact it was raining and the ground was muddy made it a great laugh. Both A and J slipped up several times, it was fantastic. Then we went to J’s house. On the way we saw this suicidal mouse climb down a drain. We tried to save it using two sticks like chopsticks, but it went down another pipe instead. Who knows what happened to it. Anyway, when we got to J’s house and played MW2 and FIFA10. I beat them at MW2 epically but lost pretty badly at FIFA10.

Then I rushed home at 6:30 because a bunch of us were meeting at a local pub. We (well, I) got very drunk and we all had a great time reminiscing about (sixth form college, college in the UK sense) college and my, J and A’s adventures earlier, as well as other stuff. It was a great day, I hope then during the summer break we can have great days like that as well. I can’t wait. But now I need to start writing an essay for when I go back to uni in two weeks time, so no more adventures for me.

The Bullying, Annoying W****r

This is another post in a series about my secondary school experiences. The one is about this very annoying person who kept taunting me about my friendship with one of my female friends.

I am a Roman Catholic, as you probably guess by my introductory post about this series. As such, when I reached 14 I did my confirmation. Both E and A did confirmation with me (it was where me and him fell out) and along with them, several of my schoolmates. One of these ‘schoolmates’ was somebody that didn’t like me and always annoyed the hell out of me.

One time, during one of the sessions, I was sitting next to E and put my arm around her in order to tap her on her opposite shoulder, in order to turn the wrong way to find out who did it, as children do. This guy saw me doing this, although I obviously didn’t realise that at the time, and didn’t think it mattered anyway.

Well, it turns out it did matter, to him. He decided that he’d seen me put my arm around her, decided that I liked her, and decided to taunt me about it in school. So he did – for a few weeks or so. Every time I saw him, he’d go “[My name] likes E (well, he’d say her name obviously)”. It was the most annoying thing I’d ever experienced.

One day though, I snapped. I’d had enough. I hit him, several times. He tried to fight back, so I began to furiously kick and punch him. Even though I’m not strong, my punches and kicks couldn’t have been that hard, it was a furious attack. I was very, very angry. After a while he managed to escape my reach, and ran off.

Unsurprisingly, he never bothered me again. Who said violence never achieves anything?

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