Samwise the Brave, (Dance fucker, dance)

So I started uni on saturday and i've moved into a brand spanking new room, in a nice flat in a shiny new apartment building. It's located on a pretty perfect campus, a nice bar, pretty middle class, in a scenic farm that basically epitomises the english countryside. So all in all it's good. My room mates are nice guys if a little quiet, but they're all older than me so it kinda limits the freshers that i know to chat to. That doesnt sound like as much of a problem as it feels like it is. I've been out and about quite a bit while I've been here, more than i would have if i wasn't trying to make friends but most of the freshers seem to be in groups already so it makes it a little bit more difficult to join in. That said i have just joined a random group out of boredom a few times, the first day i sat down with a load of people who were eaing lunch and the people who i sat next to were a bit weirded out by me being so forward. Yesterday at a party i ended up dancing with these two girls cos the rock circle we were in kinda dissolved and for 2 or three songs they were looking at me like i was a stalker. This seems a lil harsh cos yeah i had ever spoken to them and yeah i was laughing like an insane person and giggling a bit but i was just skankin to whatever they put on. Although i can kinda see why they might have done that. I think it's worth mentioning that these girls were very hot and one of them was fucking smokin' but i digress. I met a few people who got into impromtu air guitar duets so they were cool but i dont really know 'em lol. Anyway i didnt post just to have a little whinge about how lonely i am because to be honest except at meal times in the restuarant i feel pretty much at home and the weird thing is i really do like it that people are friendly around campus, just no friends. Give it time i suppose

Turtle Doves to the sky

That title almost qualifies as poetic, well at least it does by my standards anyway. Let me explain, from the beginning, or at least from an earlier point than we're at now; and by that I'm not being existenstial I'm merely being factual you don't know me but I'm trying to explain. Anyway I'm starting to ramble and I'm definitely going on too much. So I am an eighteen year old boy from England. I live in manchester and i grew up in an area affectionately known as the DSV. It was a quaint place, well kind of, except from the murders and the drugs and robberies (and fire lots of fire) it was a really nice area, and luckily for me I didn't really have to deal with very much of that kind of thing by what can only be described as luck. I've just finished college and it's been the best two years of my life so far. I love all of the friends that I've made, they're all mint except for one twat, but he's not important. I'm the very proud godfather of Ruby-Jane, the daughter of amy and duncan two awesome people. The only bad thing about this is that Ruby seems to hate me because everytime that I hold her she cries, I think I'm good for 6/6 so far which is really not a good thing, but hopefully as she gets older she'll end up liking me.

So college people are mint, I'm off to university this september and it is a daunting thought, not least because all of my very favourite people are going to be spread out across the country and I'll only be able to see them very rarely and i probably will never see them altogether in one group again. This would be awful so I hope that I do because we were such a brilliant group UTS. One of the things that I've noticed is that almost everyone under the stairs has a partner. Now some people may not like that because they think that all of their friends are getting stolen from them but i disagree strongly with that view of the siuation. Admittedly i've not seen my friends as much as i used to last year when everyone used to be single but I'm genuinely happy for them that they have someone close to them like that, especially one that can make them so happy like most of the partners of my friends. So I'm happy for all of my friends because most of them have got some very good things going on in life, good exams bright porspects for the future, marriage someone they love etc. All very good things.

After recent details about a friends trip away, and one of her hair raising experiences, its suddenly got me to thinking about how grown up we all are. It never struck me but we're all adults in every sense of the world most of us will be supporting ourselves, partners or dependents from now on until the day we die and it is a very daunting thought. However, from what i have experienced so far all of the things that my friends seem to take pleasure in I care very little for and although this doesn't worry me in the classical sense of the world it has given me something to think about. Being in a relationship, while certainly not an amazing one but I suppose you'd have to say an alright one having lasted for 6 months most of which in peace, did nothing for me and at the end there were no real negatives that were obvious to me. Sex is alright not brilliant but not that bad either, it's OK. I'm alright at sport, one of the things that I love but whenever I play in an organised event I drastically underperform and severely disappoint myself. The same occurs in exams, even after putting in a lot of effort, a lot of revision and a lot of practice I'll get mediocre marks at best even though I'm quite an intelligent person. This is quite frustrating but the strange thing is that it's not even that depressing or annoying or frustrating or anything , it's just a little bit dull that there don't seem to have been any huge highs in life that i can think of as having been great and it wasn't basically me dreaming it but as i said before I do go on.

Coming up next week I may well right a story about three children an osrich and a spatula tune in to find out... byebye