Sleep, or the lack of...

I am supposed to be sleeping right now.

Although my bed has a cardboard box, a guitar case, a guitar, a sleeping bag, a couple of cans of Pepsi max, a notebook and a polystyrene plane on it... it still looks rather inviting. I suppose I could spoon the cardboard box and guitar and shove everything else away with my feet and fit right in there!

But I probably won't.

University has well and truly stuck it's middle finger up to my sleeping patterns.

I'm going to take this opportunity to say hi to all the people that viewed from Russia over the past month! Nearly rivaling the readership of England! So hello all 2 of you!

I joke I joke. But seriously it's great to see that my generally incoherent ramblings are being (hopefully) enjoyed overseas! Get in touch people! I want to hear from you!

Anyway I have a topic for today... (I do?)
Yes you do! (Oh well that's good to know... please! lead on!)

Okay I will then!

In my grand old age of nearly 19 I swear I have borrowers infesting the house.

They keep taking stuff and leaving it exactly where I left it. Highly annoying.

For all those who have never heard of the borrowers you really need to watch the film.

(They really do. So yeh keep going)

I really don't need your permission to carry on you know. This is my blog too.

(Sorry I'll be quiet... *hands in pockets and whistles while tidying up around the place*)

Right where was I when I was so rudely interrupted by the alternate personality I have invented purely for the purposes of this blog?

I haven't a clue... it's not like I could look up the page or anything...

...why am I listening to 50 cent?

I am feeling so ironically g right now. I could grab the gun I really don't have, ride slow in the low rider I don't have and refer to everybody as brother all the time. Which, seeing as I'm not Jamie Oliver, I don't do.

(But Adam you pretty much covered the fact that you aren't exactly "gangsta" material in your last blog. Surely you haven't run out of material! THINK OF SOMETHING ORIGINAL BROTHER!)

Yeh I can totally see your quietness is going REALLY well...

...wait did you just call me brother?

(Yeh I did yo g diggy dawg mothertrucka)

...right okay then. 50 cent is evidently having a bad influence on my alternate personality... next I'll be rapping about how the ghetto of Cheshire is a really hard place to grow up.

(Guns don't kill people. Rappers do.)

Oh dear... it's started. It's going through the goldie lookin' chain period as my wit and my suppressed gangster personalities wrestle for control of my head. This is going to end well...

...wait what are these blue midgets doing running around?

Turns out I'm not on acid.

Liam Smith has mentioned that he's got the smurfs in his head.

I wonder how my "absolutely g" side will deal with the urge to paint myself blue and go live in a mushroom?

(You wanna play rough? Okay! Say hello to my little friend!)

So Scarface eh? I suppose that will do

Lalalaala sing a happy song...

Lalalalalaa smurf the whole day long

(*The sound of machine gun fire*)

Well that was over pretty quickly. Turns out smurfs don't react well to an under-mounted grenade launcher... who knew?

(Hello darling... did you miss me?)

Well it looks like my wit has regained control of my consciousnesses while "I'm so g montana" was reloading.
Please ignore the dress. It does that a lot.

Adam

Looking forward to being back at uni with everyone like the Flat 6ers, Liam Smith, Eric Ling (who's blog you should defo check out! He's following me on here so click away!), Leanne Cheshire, Hayley White, Chloe Rudd, Ste Thomas, Tom James, Conor Callaghan and the rest of the course as well as everyone who should be on here. Please excuse the fact that you're name has been missed off I am dreadfully tired!

(Squidge <3)

I guess I should let my fantastic wit have the last word as it has won this evening...

(... or maybe you should go f...)

...perhaps not.