New Years Resolutions ...

HAPPY 2013!! New year, new me. Yolo. Dis is goin 2 b moi year oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

It's that time of year where everyone decides that this is the year when they finally get their lives together; lose weight, get hired at your dream job, quit smoking etc etc. Although these are fantastic things to try and attempt, the unfortunate reality of it is that most people, including me, fail at sticking to their new years resolutions. In fact, last tear I didn't even bother to try and think of any as I knew I most likely wouldn't be able to accomplish them. 

However at this time of my life I'm feeling relatively positive about myself, my confidence is higher than it has been in a long time and therefore I've come with a few things I would like to accomplish in the new year, and I'm going to give a valiant effort to accomplish them. Positive thinking is half the battle anyway right? 

1. Be healthier. 

Pretty common one here, early January the gym's around the world are the busiest they are all year. However as the numbers of those attending gym sessions gets fewer and fewer as the year goes on, some people will stick to their promises to themselves and keep hitting the gym. I'm quite determined that I'm going to be one of these people. 

2. Visit somewhere new. 

I have Glastonbury festival and Camden town on my wishlist to visit in 2013. As well as a variety of Uni's around Britain. Last year I saw some parts of England that I hadn't before and wish to continue doing this as well as perhaps visiting a county I'm yet to. 

3. Try not to over think things to much.

This is one of my worst habits, over thinking scenarios that haven't even happened and making myself unhappy about the results. 

4. Do things that will make me happier.   

Seems simple enough however it's easier said than done, although I'm aware that this won't be possible all year with essays/ work needing to be done but I do wish to do more things that make me happier as a person. I've already started this by quitting my job at the place that made me resent the weekends. 

I agree with Ross, the sexy beast.

5. Try not to let little things bother me.

Some things in life just don't need to get angry about, I seriously just need to think 'will this bother me in a few day?' If not then there's just no point in ruining any part of your day with  negative thoughts. 

6. Meet some new people.

The people I've met since being at uni have been some of the best I have in my life, I couldn't have possibly found every single interesting person in Winchester. My intention to join the Frisbee team will be a good way to start this. 

these are my resolutions, If you have any yourself then good luck with them and hope you have a great year :)

I have this big problem, and it's called my life.

It was quite a last minute decision for me to come to university. The entire time I was at school I didn't think about going at all. 

This was until the start of my final year of 6th form and all everyone was talking about was university. This was one of the first times I actually went  ''oh shit, I have to go have a life of my own soon.'' After a few meeting with some woman who had fuck all helpful to say I decided that going to university will if anything by me some time before I had to make a big decision. 

Drama was the only subject I ever enjoyed going to, so it seemed the perfect option to choose when it came on deciding on what subject to take. I used to love being one of the best in the class (big headed) as it was so far from the norm to what I was used to academically. I used to love the freedom that was in that classroom, you could put your own personal twist on what you had to do and create something you could be so involved in. 

However something has changed since those years of performing in room D2 of Corfe Hills School. I'm not sure if it's because I've changed or simply Iv'e lost the spark that I used to have with the subject. After 1 year and 4 lectures of studying drama in Winchester I'm seriously wondering whether there's any point of me being here. I was sat in my theatre in education/ drama in education lecture, the lecturer was speaking about the way that some people find drama not important and that it falls under English in the education curriculum. Prompting lots of students rolling their eyes and uttering how ridiculous it is that drama isn't considered a real subject and I just found myself seriously not caring. I've lost my passion. I feel I don't fit in with these people who care so much about this subject, all they care about is performing and I seriously don't see the point. God, the Rikki Bissagar of year 11 would have been so pissed off that drama wasn't considered important that he would have expressed his anger through interpretive dance. (lol, drama joke)

The only problem is that I'm not passionate about anything, there's nothing that I REAAALLLLY want to do with my life and it's a serious problem. Whenever I go to my past time job a have this feeling of pure hatred of what I'm going to do for the next however many hours. I need to find something I'm passionate about, I refuse to be someone who hates what he does for the rest of his life. 

At least I have a thriving social life to fall back on. Oh wait. 

A very short story

He sits alone in a room, his hands pressed so hard against his closed eyes that he can see the stars.
He was once told that to live inside your mind would be a miraculous thing, as it's a place where your imagination and creativity can flourish.
But what happens when your mind becomes a dark place?
And what happens when your mind becomes a place you can't escape from?

I'm Introvert.

" You're so boring." "Come on you're 19 years old!" "Such a waste of a student." These are just a few things that people seem to say to me, most of which come from my family on a weekly basis. 

Now I'm not the type of guy who wants to go out all the time, or one that finds drinking 24/7 particularly appealing. Because of this some people seem to think that I'm boring or someone that doesn't like to have a good time but this isn't the case. I'm simply an introverted person, and because of this I don't need to be doing these things to have a good time. 

Broadly speaking everybody on this planet can be placed into two different personality types, introverts and extroverts. Extroverted people are those who get their energy from being around people and being social, where as introverts are people who recharge by being with themselves and alone. ( I copied this entire definition as I couldn't think of a better phrased one,  from a guy called Charlie McDonnell who made a video about being introvert  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCgj2Gor25g .) 

As a person who falls into the introverted personality type I can't think of a better thing to do than an afternoon/ evening of being on the internet and watching a good film. Now don't get me wrong there are times in my life where I drink an entire bottle of fireball and make an absolute tit out of myself. Or drink so much alcohol that I almost get beaten up by a girl and try to fall asleep in the middle of Magaluf. But overall this is something I can't do on a weekly basis. 

Magaluf you ruined me

I think that the way teenagers are represented in programmes like skins and the way university students are generally portrayed in the media some people find it difficult to understand that not everyone my age is like this. But after you go onto sites like twitter and especially tumblr you will see that there are many introverts out there, and one day we will take over the world with our social awkwardness. 

Friends for never.

Cheesy title huh? Ah well, I'm back! Haven't written a blog post in a while so thought it was time to set that right. 

This idea started last night when I went through my old Facebook profile ( I had to get a new one as I forgot the password for it.) When browsing through the wall posts lots of memories of what was happening at the time came back and what was sad was that the majority of the people writing them I haven't seen in years. 

Now I know this isn't exactly uncommon, people change, grow apart and it's just apart of life. The fact is if I didn't stop becoming friends with people at certain times I wouldn't have become friends with the next set of people. Yet, it's strange to think about how close I was with certain people who now would probably have to think twice if asked what uni I went to. For example there was this guy and for a good couple of years I would have classed him as my best friend. Various shopping trips, sleep overs in his loft and banter about the size of his fingers and the size of my head ( sounds quite dodgy but was funny. ) I used to be able to just stroll into his house and now If I went there I would feel pretty awkward. 

Next set of people Is actually quite sad, had been a pretty tight nit group for years. Every now and again we would have our disagreements, various girlfriends getting in the way and alcohol fuelled arguments. ( At one point fists flying)  but overall we were close. Yet one day it came to an end, and not going to lie it sucks stop being close to the majority of your friends at once. Especially since they all managed to remain quite chummy, just minus a couple of members. Especially one member, who despite fall outs over girls and other things we always managed to make up, again at a time I would have classed him as my 'best friend' but now I can't even remember what company he works for, for all I know he could have quit. 

The final person and me have a lot of history, she used to love me in year 9 when I was a 'chav', had various  levels of friendship but at the end of all this she became my best friend. I just looked through our old conversations and again memories came back, she spent pretty much my entire 18th with me, walked through stormy weather to get Chinese food  and we spent various evening slept on each others sofa's / floors / beds. Now it's sad we're not as close any more as in all honesty I adore this girl, she's one of the most funny, kind, and talented people I've ever met. And she's pretty good at making nacho's! I hope that I get to see her soon as It's been a while since we went shopping or watched a horror film. 

Now I know this is getting long and you've probably got bored of my moaning, but before I end I just want to say to all the people I have spoke about this, it  wasn't in any way a bitching / slagging off about the way we're no longer friends. In fact it's the complete opposite and a way of saying thank you for the memories, as I have had quite a few good one's in my 19 years. I hope you're all enjoying life at different uni's / colleges / jobs and in one case parts of the world. Who knows maybe there's still time for a few more in months we're back in sunny old Poole. 

OK, final point. I can't post an entire blog about former best friends without mentioning my favourite people atm, the people I have met at uni honestly have had such an influence on me already and I adore you. I can't wait for the next 3 years with you all. But there's a guy at home still who need's a mention as he's been there throughout ( oop cheesy. ) In the past he was the but of everyone's jokes, but lucky for me he stuck around as nowadays he's one of the only people I am sure is going to be a friend for life. We have the same music taste which is pretty crazy, love of board games and finally just love the same weird shit like random YouTube video's. We can go weeks without seeing each other and then meet up and act like we've seen each other the day before, which in all honesty is pretty rare. So yeah, you're friendship is much appreciated.

I'm quite weird

helloooooooooooooooooo lovely people who are reading this, you look lovely today, I like what you've done with your hair :) I haven't posted for nearly a month which is absolutely ludacris, so I thought I would write a post about some of the weird things I do.

The majority of my evenings are spent on the wonderful place that is the internet, and with so much at my disposal I find myself wasting time looking and researching into some very random things. Things include recently....

Salvador Dali - Yup him, the other night I spent around an hour looking into the work and the life of the Spanish surrealist artist Salvador Dali. I have no idea why I did this, but I enjoyed looking at a variety of his paintings and spent a rather long time gazing at his wonderful moustache.







                                                                                                                                one hell of a moustache.


Pirates- 'Yarrrrr' 'yo ho ho ho and a bottle of rum' and all that shit. Anyway I've always been a fan of pirates, when I was a young child I had this book that had a biography of many of the famous pirates of history. My favourites included Sir Francis Drake and Edward Teach (Blackbeard.) I also looked to see if I could find the book on Amazon as I loved it so much but alas I couldn't :(











                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                              I'm loving Blackbeard's stance here.














Dinosaur's - They are fucking awesome, I am a fan of these creatures that lived a rather long time before we came along and made this planet boring as shit. Imagine if they were still about? How fucking awsome would it be to buy a pet pterodactyl (yes I did Google the spelling, why the fuck is there a silent P?) or ride to work on the back of a triceratops. Also the fact we might be eaten by a T-rex would bring excitement to everyone's day :D.                                                                                    
                                                                                                                               fucking awsome.



Anyway hope you enjoyed this Blog, I'll try to write more but I'm not promising anything.

Tales from a different time..

My Granddad is one of the most important people in my life, and defiantly the most interesting. So I thought it would be pretty fun to tell you some of his stories that he's told me over the years. If you enjoy reading this half as much as I did listening to them you're in for a treat... 

My mum's family used to live in South Africa and because of this my Granddad used to go fish for them to have food, one day he was sat next to a lake when he felt a warm breath on the back of his neck. With the noise that was coming from behind him he knew what it was... baboon's. 

Ok, I know this doesn't sound amazingly scary and perhaps a little silly, but baboons are fucking vicious. My granddad knew that if he moved at all he would be ripped to pieces by the pack, the worst thing was that at the time his line was in the water. So for hours he sat there praying that a fish didn't take the bate... if it had the line would jolt his arm and the attack would begin. So he sat. And waited. Eventually the leader got bored and left, bringing the pack with him. My Granddad was safe. 

So there we go the first tale of my Granddad, if you found this interesting let me know and I'll do more :)