Two blogs in 3 days?

I must be ill.

Two blogs in such a small amount of time? Sometimes I'm just far too generous...

Friday I bought myself Smallville season 2 and Scrubs season 1, planning on spending the weekend in bed after  coming home unusually tired after a short stint in lectures during the morning. 

... this has nothing to do with today's post. I put it in anyway. Sue me. 

I realised that I didn't actually know how to spell sue as in the law term. I looked it up.

Many sites on the internet spelled it sew.

Because you're going to trust a legal team who can't even spell what they do. 

Mind you, coming from a country that apparently finds the word "accommodation" the hardest word to spell, that's not that hard to imagine really is it?

... off topic again. 

The truth is that today I've found it pretty hard to concentrate on anything in particular. 

I mean I am well aware I have the attention span of a 5 year old in a sweet shop at the best of times but today has seemed a bit more... erm... more... 

 Daydreamy? I don't know. I know I totally made that word up. Shakespeare did it. 

 Damn right I rate myself along with Shakespeare. 

I'm sitting here attempting to compact my thoughts into words. It's not going very well. 

At the moment my heads a bit "sunshine lollypops and rainbows..." as I dance with a small luminous raccoon on the set of singing in the rain. 

 Yeh let's twist again. Like we did last summer. Oh let's twist again. Like we did last year.

 Do you remember when...

 In my head I am currently twisting with Aslan and the tin man. This has been my day. 

 On the other hand it's been quite a useful mood for me to write my book in. As much as I enjoy the surreal thoughts my head gives me when I get in this mood it's also been enjoyable to focus it into something creative. 

  Timings of today have been a bit off as well. I have spent a lot of today convincing myself that it is actually Saturday. 

 As opposed to Sunday. I'm not that far off. 

 My Ipod hasn't helped. It's been telling me it's 1974 all week. 

Despite my "life on mars" syndrome that seems to be effecting my general state of being I have had a rather good weekend so far. 

 Today I went for a driving lesson again. There were no ninjas/old people in trees this time though. I proved yet again that I should just get out the car to a celebration ceremony, complete with confetti, photographers and random smiling people, where they declare my driving godness and just give me a full driver's licence. 

 Maybe it's just my subconscious telling me that I prefer green over pink. 

 I will keep telling myself that.

Or maybe they can't just find some random smiling people. 

 Tomorrow I have convinced myself that I will go get some exercise and tidy my room.

I must be worse than I thought! Someone call me an ambulance! 

Adam xx

Some days you're the bug,
and other days you're the windshield!

... and others I'm dancing the hula with the red power ranger. 

Where does that leave me again?

 

I take thee Maria... through sickness and mic problems

 Afternoon all!

I realise the problems in putting specific time frame in place when I write these blogs simply due to the fact that I may write this in the afternoon, but you may not read it until the evening.

"Afternoon? Is he mad? It's dark outside... what a weirdo..."

Anyway last night, (again another time frame; I'm sorry about these I really am) I went back to my old secondary school to watch my brother in the musical production of West Side Story.

 It was strange because it was the first production I haven't actually helped out at in any shape or form. So I had the luxury of sitting in the audience while the technical team had their traditional last performance panic.

 All the cast put on great performances as usual despite the technical problems that are inevitable at the production which is well known by any veteran of them.

 This is not actually the fault of the techies (usually faulty equipment) however I enjoyed the show nonetheless.

Well done to everyone involved. Robin you made a great Jet.


Moving on...

Usually my blogs have a couple of topics that I talk about... sometimes to great length, other-times not so.

Something I have never really touched upon are my flatmates.

Don't think this is going to be some massive bitchfest now. It isn't.

My flatmate, Jenny Hill, has been wanting a mention since before christmas.

So I thought I'd give you a round up of what each are like within the flat. Maybe a few mentions on what's gone on the fuck up wall.


First off we might as well start with Jenny as she's the one that wants the mention.


Jenny is the token lass from the valleys. As she gets more drunk she turns more welsh.

Preston doesn't have many sheep... if it did...

Jenny is a massive fan of Katy Perry and Jessie J and puts on a sterling performance at Karaoke when drunk. Her rendition of "who's laughing now?" I thought was really good until I realised the DJ had caught on how drunk she was at the time and had subtley turned the actual lyrics up a bit.

 She keeps us all laughing with a running joke she has about her seven boyfriends, one for every day of the week, with their big boats, fancy cars and enough money to make Bill Gates ask for a loan.

 One thing I noticed about when I was back home was how quiet it was at night. This is because my usual method of sleeping (closing my eyes and hoping for the best really) is accompanied by either a full album of her favourite females coming from her room.

 I personally don't think I'll ever be able to sleep again without "Do it like a dude" playing in the background.

Overall Jenny is very funny with the current record of fuck ups on the fuck up board.


Jade. The mother of the flat.

Jade is kind of the go-to person of the flat. If your upset about something or just in need of some company Jade is usually in her room with the TV on and barely moves from her bed.

3pm is an early morning for the party queen who, despite sometimes having the most to shout about, I've never heard raise her voice against anyone yet.

I don't plan to either. I'd probably run and hide in a corner.

I'd like to say she could easily drink me under the table. However me being the lightweight that I am; my six year old sister could probably do that and then still drive home...

... if she could reach the pedals. It would probably be a toy story moment with her on the wheel shouting orders and several of her friends operating the car.

That would probably take some explaining.


Beth. Masterchef.

Beth is perhaps the only one out of us with proper kitchen experience after working in a pub on her gap yar tarquin.

 She evidently did something bad in a past life to draw the short straw of getting one of two rooms next to mine. As such she has to put up with me playing the guitar and organising stuff to play on the show each week.

 Hailing from somewhere in the middle of nowhere Beth is a Cumbrian girl who I have often had funny times talking about the seconds I would last over there.

 From what it sounds like I could probably walk into a bar over there and be instantly hated  by everyone in it. Turns out I have more readers than I thought.


 Christos. Futsal god.

Futsal is a variation on football, it's played indoors with a smaller ball.

Christos is apparently pretty good at this sport as he's up and down the country at trails etc.

When he's not he's practicing his skills in the middle of the kitchen when the rest of us are working around him.

 For some reason seems to be an attractive target for fists of various kinds, his heart is in the right place and is a genuinely nice guy.

 I have my suspicions that he drank my fruitjuice though. I'm watching you Christos ;)

Recently we found where all of our missing bits of cutlery go.

Christos, like a magpie of kitchen utensils, hoards them in his room. Might be worth a raid at some point.


Megan. Single-handedly keeping the bleach industry alive since 1993.

The only reason this flat hasn't been completely taken over by the gods of unclean pottery is because of Megan's ceaseless battle to keep the place looking reasonably clean.

A creative writer as her chosen profession she is soon to be taking up blogging so I might have some competition on that front!

Often seen around the flat with a glass of wine in her hand. Megan doesn't seem to miss an opportunity to let her hair down and have fun. Usually with her boyfriend Richard. (not like that) they often go down to source for drinks or are at the karaoke on tuesday nights.


Last, but not least, the newbie, Kieron.

 Bit of a kindred spirit. Moved in just after christmas when his parents moved out of Preston to the Forest of Dean.

 18 years of age and currently managing the post office the family own but are attempting to sell.

Moving in with this guy next year. Very similar sense of humor which usually involved taking the mick out of Andy, a flat friend.

Xbox fan and avid tea drinker, me and him are often found in the kitchen bashing Halo 2 and taking it a little too seriously.


 So yeh that's my flat. Hope they like what they see here!

Adam xx

We never really grow up, we only learn how to act in public.