17th of May (Just)

Today saw my Maths lecturer crack a funny

          "Laplace transforms are easy, you just need to know your shift..."

It is funny, trust me.

Anyhow, today I cooked my second batch of curry, which takes me up to near ten servings.  This is fantastic, as due to imminent exam period, the last thing I need to worry about is cooking nutritional meals to sate my appetite.  So now I have ten meals for fourteen days, give or take.  I am as good as sorted.  On the downside, I may have just condemned myself to a bout funny tummy syndrome, more often known as Delhi Belly.  'Nuf said, and moving on...

I also today managed a load of washing.  For any prospective students, if you get time, do your washing.  Or you'll end up reusing clothes to no end.  And no-one wants a stinky Pete about.  So, given enough time, spend your beer money on a wash and spare the world your grizzliness.  Mucho Gracias.

Another tip for aspiring students is to remember what you are heading to the shops for.  It's all very well getting nice ingredients for that elegant dish you are making, but if you forget the washing powder, how are you going to wash your clothes?  Simple things really, you'd have thought I'd have learnt by now...

Joe out.

16th of May

Learnt some pretty major life lessons today.  Not going to lie, one almost made me poo my pants.  I was on the bus, minding my own business when I spot a cyclist in the lane next to me wanting to turn right.  That is, turn right in front of the bus.  This, as any sane person would probably realise is definitely not the safest thing in the world to do.  In fact, I would say it registers close to the bottom of that list.  So anyhow, the cyclist gets a quick getaway and the bus driver suddenly realises there is a cyclist in imminent danger and slams the brakes on.  Stupid cyclist.


The second lesson is to never, and I mean never, score a try whilst playing against your own team.  Especially if that try wins the game, as the last play.  Your team mates don't appreciate that very much...


Now that exam period is scarily close, it has occurred to me that I may well need to do some washing at some point in the near future, because, like as not, I am going to need some clean underwear and tops.  This could be catastrophic if left unattended!


But on a similar note, I cooked enough food for five meals today, so that while I am *ahem* stressed with revision *ahem* I shan't need to worry about cooking food.  How genius is that?!


Joe out.

14th of May

It has at least hit me just how much work need be done in order for me to pass my end of semester exams.  I can also be sure that I clearly haven't left enough time to do.  Many people will say to me, I told you so, but screw them.  One day I'm going to have to figure it out all for myself.  Why not let it be today.


University throws up many challenges to the unordained fresher.  And I think that this shall be the purpose of my blog.  Hopefully giving some useful insight amongst the rants and not so useful insights.  


The biggest challenge for those who, like me, relied on their parents for the most part, was the individualization that occurs.  I'm talking about cooking, cleaning, budgeting, learning and all the other things that there are countless accounts of plastered all over the internet.  I'll try and stay away from these as much as possible, and focus on the less well documented sides of things.  But for now, it is time for rest and recuperation, for there is a busy day ahead of me tomorrow. 


Joe out.

2nd of May

Today was a day of procrastination without too much too note, other than during my morning swim, I discovered a gentleman who switched to a faster lane, only to end up swimming slower than he was in the slow lane.  This frustrated me no end.  Why can't slow people see when they are holding people up?  I am also convinced that there are many people out there who deliberately start to swim slowly away from the end as I approach, knowing full well that the will get in my way.  They wait, and they know!!

I also discovered today I am still pretty much a cripple, and that my fastest run is a walk.  Which is rather depressing, and wasn't much fun while playing rennis or touch.  I was definitely the weak link in the team.  I did still have a cracking laugh.  

It may also be the case that I have let myself in for a wild weekend, heading up to a friend's university for their birthday shenanigans.  It could be very interesting, and without doubt an amazing magic trick that makes money disappear in the blink of an eye.  I'm really going to have to get some form of income over the summer in order to be able sustain myself...

Other than a ridiculous swimmer, and being a cripple, today's main gripe is with the fact that all my shirts now smell funny.  This may in part be down to keeping them stored in the same cupboard as my rugby kit, which in retrospect is not a brilliant idea.  I shall definitely have to rectify that as soon as possible, or all my nice clothes are going to start to smell, well, off.

I head to bed tonight in the knowledge that in the next two days I need to get the most part of the two rather large pieces of work I have yet to do.  What a pleasant good night thought.

Joe out.

1st of May

Ok, so maybe putting a day count isn't such a good idea if you won't post everyday.  Things get messy.


Right, back to reality.  Today has been long, but well worth it.  For today I purchased my first ever pair of chinos and an extraordinarily comfy pair of shoes.  Ordinarily I wouldn't probably ever have need of a pair of chinos, I only really bought a pair because society decrees that I need to wear them, and what society decrees must go in this case, for disobedience would probably result in copious amounts of alcohol being forced upon me. 


I am blessed/cursed with an affliction that means that even slightly tight fitting trousers tend to make me look like a cowboy.  Admittedly, I couldn't stop a pig in a run with my feet together, but wearing slim trousers only accentuates my bowed legs.  So much to my surprise and delight, I happened to find a pair that weren't so slim and don't make it look like I have rickets.  Which is outstanding!  What makes these chinos so much better, is that I think I can actually see myself wearing them, and rest assured, I am the person on earth least likely to be thought of as a chino guy.  


Moving on.  I like shoes.  Not to the same degree as women.  I mean, I don't obsessively, compulsively hoard and drool over shoes.  Me, I like nothing better than the satisfaction of putting on a great pair of shoes.  The feeling of a good pair of shoes is next to orgasmic!  Today's shoes are of the orgasmic range.  They are leather, and feel pretty dang good on my feet.  I don't care if I look stupid, or 'it's not my style.'  Nothing is going to stop me from wearing these beauties.


While I'm on this point, anyone who says, they aren't a shoe person is clearly a liar, or they wouldn't be wearing a pair.  Ask any child in a deprived country, and they will all say how much they would give for a decent pair of shoes.  If you are truly not a shoe person, then don't wear them, and show the world how much a not shoe person you are.  Go on.  I dare you.


On that note, I shall retire.  


Joe out.