So I herd u leik Nim?

So yesterday, I had a terrible exam.

I sat down and began to gather in my surroundings. I sat in a cold dark, and arguably damp room with the only source of light struggling its best to come through through the antique dust covering the windows that had been saved from extinction purely because cleaning isn’t needed. Not when the hall in question is only used for 2 hours at a time by dirty, sweaty students of the university twice a day in the exam months. The desk was wobbly, but nothing to whine about, I am a real man after all. As I continued to look around, I saw many unfamiliar faces, but this did not concern me however as I checked and double checked my paper, I was in the right place at the wrong time.

My sight seeing ended as the confusion began, due to the complex accent of the moderator. The same rules were in place I would imagine, but nothing can ever be certain. The clock ticked at the stroke of 9:30, but the true dominating sound was that of the announcement to begin.

How bad could an exam be, right?

But, you weren’t there man! You didn’t go to ‘nam this particular exam in question!

I turned the page and bam, Nim to the face!

It was to be expected however and I had planned, I’d revised, I revised the shit out of it. But that was not the true horror the exam, oh no, the true horror is something I fear sharing with you, my dear readers, but a burden shared is a burden lessened.

I looked further down the page filled with thought provoking, fear instilling questions to only have my heart suddenly halt.

I saw, I witnessed, I felt like I given birth due to the surprise…

It was snakes and ladders.

Haskell on my brain

I revised some Haskell today, although I can’t remember what I read, at least it made sense which means I can now form some coding.

That alone was worthy of a post, trust me.

I’m not an animal, I’m a human being

Apart from going over to University, I’ve barely left my house this week which is nothing short of depressing. Even if I’ve spent the majority of my time putting off doing coursework, I still blame the amount of work due for forcing me in. Quite a bit due this week and I still need to fit revision in as well.

It’s a bit of a joke to be quite honest when compared to other subjects. Having at least 3 pieces of work due each week is ridiculous and it’s only my first year!

I want to live, gods dam it!

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen

Ah, back to good old’ text based blogging. My day started like any other day, unrefreshed and late thanks to oversleeping. I had to be in at 9am, I woke up into this world at 8:30am, I ate my cereal of some variety of the Weetabix brand, but not necessarily Weetabix itself. With each mouthful, I thought “I’ll just eat this, dress and go straight there so I can be on time. Wear a hat if need be.” I didn’t even believe myself and shortly jumped in the shower.

The time was around 9am when I arrived at my usual parking area, the lanes alongside the Singleton Park, it’s free and I don’t having to pay creepy men who spend their days sitting inside of a shed £2 to claim to watch my car. I turned the corner after my quick drive through the lane I love, only to behold the monstrosities of yellow lines that had been placed upon my blessed roads. Both sides blocking my parking using my fear of damages in cash, monies against me.

Double yellow, residential parking, double yellow, residential parking, all I saw, all I’ll see in my nightmares.

Yeah, suffice to say… I parked in the residential parking. Walking in late on a lecture blows, walking in on a Whyley lecture, is something else. His eyes and ears haunt and stare at every footstep, every creak in the old wooden floorboard underfoot exacerbated by a cheap pair of converse bought from Matalan moons ago.

German man said something, drew something, meant something, what that something was…

After that was a lunch break; a lunch break where I had a delicious plate of sausage, beans and chips. The specialty of the canteen, followed by eating another plate of sausage, beans and chips belonged to Matt who was clearly not man enough to enjoy the feast placed before him. I felt little shame in eating his meal for him.

At 1pm I sat through another lecture from the man that may look like a nice guy, but his tone of voice and his attitude carry a far darker description of himself. He is actually evil in all fairness, he put up emails and questions from students in our class asking for help on the projector and proceeded to mock their misfortune. I was not in the aforementioned lecture, I did not email for help, but I had my own revenge today by watching Top Gear on Dave, via TvCatchup, beautifully displayed on Matt’s Mac.

Returning home, I watched Heroes, I’ve forgotten the majority of it, and I want Sylar to gtfo. The writing has become a joke, I’d write a few examples, but I’m fearful of spoiling anything even things as far back as previous seasons. I don’t want to sympathise with him, I want to fucking fear him. If I know he’s got childhood traumas, he comes at me, I yell “Your dad hates you!” and bam, he’s on the floor crying like a shitburger.

Chuck on the other hand, cracking, small show, small budget big… Uh, can’t think of anything to match what would have been a good sentence. But it is a fun show, no doubts about that and I will buy a Subway to watch the finale next week even though being in the UK mean it will have no effect. Subway has been sponsoring Chuck for a while and have had some dam awesome product placement. I think the finale is called “Chuck vs. The Subway” (All episodes follow the naming scheme of “Chuck Vs. …”)

Soon thereafter I bought a domain for this blog and future projects that I haven’t most defiantly have thought of.

I’ve now got exactly two grand in the bank, thanks to my student loan, so I’ve been thinking about changing my car come September. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to lose Tito, all jokes aside, that car means to the world to me. It’s got everything I want in a car, stunning sounds (Engine and speaker system alike), looks (Yeah, I can and can’t explain it.) and performance, hard to believe it’s a 1 Litre Mirca, I wouldn’t dare say more on the topic especially after showing all my family this page only hours ago so I’ll leave it there. The only thing wrong is every bugger near me keeps trying to nick it, oh and it doesn’t have cup holders… LIFE!

Coursework tomorrow, may the gods allow me to finish as much I can.

D is for Diversity

So yeah, that game mentioned below rocks. Or at least it would if it didn’t attempt to install a Trojan. It might have just been AVG being a bit too critical, but it wasn’t worth it in any case. I shouldn’t be wasting my time on twiddling around with old games, or the HTML of this page for that matter seeing as I should be revising for exams.

What happens after exams? I have a long break, that’s it; my life doesn’t get any better. It’s not like I’m living on the streets begging for money, but I’m not happy. I’m happy with friends and when I’m doing things, but not happy in a broader sense. My life outlook just gets bleaker, living at home against my wishes didn’t help, but man, I just can’t be me. I don’t want to live at home with my parents until I’m settled into a job, then move out, either alone or with strangers. I want to move out during University so that I make friends, meet people, network, find people to live with for a few years before moving into a house and settling down with a significant other.

Half tempted to apply for Campus accommodation for next year, might not give me everything I want but it is step in the right direction. I can’t just go to university, come home, go to university come home repeatedly with only having friends that are on the course. It just seems like I’m always stuck in second gear…

Post Script: I need a girlfriend, oh so badly now. That’s basically the rough idea of the above.