It is day 6 in Roeburn Halls and Adam is in his room, in his flat, writing on his blog. He would like to remind the viewers that although this voice is technically meant to be a geordie accent that might be compared to that of big brother; any resemblance is purely co-incidental.
Well dearest readers I will start today's (or rather tonight's!) blog with an apology; an apology to Joanna Boyle. This is because I have promised Joanna that I would do a blog about Greenbelt. However sadly this post has almost no relevance to Greenbelt whatsoever really however I will throw in the odd "UP" reference to keep you amused/ satisfy your hunger for our beloved festival to be mentioned on the blogesphere.
UP fans may want to play the UP drinking game. Everytime I make an UP reference. Take a shot. Simples.
Moving on! Onwards and UPwards (Take a shot).
To say that settling into uni was easy would be more of a lie than anyone who says they actually took a shot at that last reference. If you didn't; go find yourself a million balloons and don't come back until you've got a picture of you on paradise falls (and while you're at it. Take another shot!)
Back to my little adventure. (hmm... a sort of UP reference. Take another half shot on that one; just to be sure) I semi moved in on the Saturday which was eventful after only finishing packing somewhere between 2.30/4am (a bit hazy) so as you can imagine I was the life and soul of the party when I got there.
After my mum had unpacked enough supplies to last me the apocalypse and toddled off with my dad to get me more I got to know my flatmates. What they were like "behind the profile" would be a good phrase to put it. It turns out they are all really nice and I get on with them rather well. However it has only been 6 days, and although you could fly to paradise falls (take a shot) in less than that in a house kept suspended by thousands of balloons (take another shot), I'm not overly convinced they have had enough time to get fully annoyed by every little movement I do which is bound to happen as a side effect of to much exposure to the horrors of living with a sarcastic guy like me.
In regards to people on my course I have made two great first impressions of myself to all of them.
The first came when I was walking to a lecture with James and Rob (his real name is Conor. Long story.) Anyway we got the usual bombardment of people giving us leaflets like they contain the plague when I noticed a guy in what I perceived to be a really good costume. I took a leaflet from him, complimented him saying "nice costume mate" to which he replied "haha well it's the real thing". Not really hearing what he said I laughed and walked on. However something was bothering me so I looked down at the leaflet. The man whom I had just complimented on his attire was actually a monk, dressed in monkly attire, and was giving out leaftlets to the "UCLan Catholic Chaplaincy".
God -1
Adam - 0
After waking up the next morning, dreams littered with images of God smiting me down for harassing a brown robed man in socks and sandals, I looked down and realised that my next lecture was less than an hour away and that I needed to get a move on if I was to actually get there on time. In recent years, and countless times being last arrival of the class, I have formed the concept that I must be naturally fashionably late to everything; (Apart from the time we were given the ability to organise. I pulled a sicky.) That day was no exception. I turned up at the building, already ten minutes late. I wandered round a bit until I found a class. I walked in and then had a sudden realisation that I didn't recognise anybody there! As I backed out slowly and ran away, the awkward turtle was breading like a rabbit, I was then caught up by my classmate James Maisey who revealed that I HAD actually found the right class and that I was, infact, an idiot.
I quickly returned to the class and sat down. Meanwhile the awkward turtle was having grandchildren.
Still, at least I arrived. The lecturer never turned up. Bad times. Ahh well. I'm sure there was a good reason. Uclan are usually rather organised. (They didn't pull a sicky and got a queue jump ticket) for that they get the Ellie badge. (Ahh you thought I'd forgotten! Take a shot and get that Alcoholics anonymous form. You might need it!)
It was the second lecture in two days that a lecturer hadn't turned up for. The head of English turned up for the second part which was good. Again I doubt it's the lecturers fault. The online timetable is apparently less than brilliant at the moment. However, because I'm nice, I will excuse it. We share two things in common. We are both new to the university and we both have our off weeks. Fingers crossed!
Moving on! Uclan is awesome! I've really enjoyed my time here so far and am actually looking forward to the beginning of lectures! Everyone's been very friendly... and yeh... erm... enough said? I can't really say much more than that really. It's been great! Living on my own has been fun so far!
I went shopping today! (This may confuse people but I'm actually writing this nearly 24hours after I first started it.
Impressed? So am I.
I have never been excited in Iceland before. No, I haven't decided that I need to rack up some airmiles and I wish my student loan covered me enough to go to Iceland (well... it kind of does. Getting back would be problematic. So might the essentials. Don't think I'd be up for "best son award" if my parents got an international phonecall from Iceland saying that I'd blown all my money on the plane ride not realising that I might just need food, water, accomodation, socks (I'd inevitably forget them). Then again with my natural talent for fashionable lateness I'd probably miss the flight.
That was an amusing tangent. Back to the story?
... Oh wait you don't have much of an option. LOL.
Anyway as it turns out I actually quite like food shopping. Emily will be happy with this. It's another step on my seemingly inevitable road to domesticated manhood; where we will move to the suburbs, have BBQs with the neighbours, and I'll drive a saloon... hmm I'm quite liking this picture. Got a few things to do first though. It's on my "To do list". Funnily enough things end up on my "to do list" and never get done. Coincidental? I think not my dear Watson.
On Adam's "to do list" no one can hear you scream. Not even a man in a flying house will save you. (Take a shot).
Sitting here to Busted. Gotta love them. Old school.
You may notice that I sometimes make random comments such as the one above. This is my way to deal with writers block. Don't like it? Deal with it.
No... wait... don't leave. I love you really. Please stay. I have cookies? :D
Back to living in the suburbs. I'm sorry Emily that's not going to happen. We're going to get uber rich and live in a zeppelin with lots of dogs (Yes, that's right, take a shot. Your mouth is a little to the left. Got it. Well done). Zeppelins are awesome. Dogs are pretty cool too. (A zeppelin shaped like a giant dog? Genius here I come.)
Wherever I live I'd like to have a big red button. Attached to a siren. This is because big red buttons may be fun; however, big red buttons attached to sirens are EXCITING. (For the record Exciting>Fun)
Big red buttons that have a siren, a do not touch sign and make something go BOOM! Well... you'd better stand well clear and wack Lonely Island on. Things just got messy. (I apologuise Lorraine. That was an inappropriate joke. Please don't create an awkward moment for both you and Eve and ask her what that means...)
I think I have kept you entertained enough... for now. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
By the way I might have my own radio show. Gotta love it.
Adam
ADVENTURE IS OUT THERE! (Finish the bottle. Then maybe two more.)
