Things that Rock!

A short blog about things that i think rock and make me happy.


Heroes - this is a given, considering it's me.

Glee - it is actually full of glee!

Epiphanies - those moments of pure clarity make everything seem good.

Those songs that make you think deeply/ make you happy to the core.

The freedom of having a car and knowing you can go anywhere.

Motorways - even getting lost on them is relaxing.

The cool side of the pillow and blanket.

The total relaxation before you fall asleep.

5 more minutes in bed.

Seeing uni friends after a holiday.

Spending lots of time with uni friends.

The sense of achievement - from work, academics, sports, games or just general success.

Meeting those happy people that make you smile.

The excitement of the airport before you go on holiday.

The thrill of flying.

The happiness you feel when you check your phone and you have lots of messages.

Having a best friend.

When you look in a mirror and think you look good today - in a non vain way.

Thin days.

Those stupid things that make you laugh uncontrollably for hours and hours on end.

The drunk where you don't feel sick - and you don't get a hangover in the morning.

Looking at the pictures after a drunk night out.

Playing with Cal's camera on his Mac.

The relief when work is over.

The full feeling after a good meal.

The 'wow' feeling when you see something incredible - views, art, dusk, dawn, the colour of the sky.

The sense of knowing after finishing a novel.

The excitement at starting the next book in a series - this can be a new book in general.

When you get something new - clothes, phone, book, game, gadgets, etc.

Realising that you have a pretty awesome life.


There are more things that make me happy but they aren't coming to mind so you'll have to wait for it.

Stay happy and think about what makes you smile.

Did i really need to be there?

Earlier this week my friends in Modern British Drama acted out a performance that they had been working on for the past few weeks. It was AWESOME! I won't get into the details though, I'll let them do that. Before i continue let me take you back to several (i can't remember the exact date) weeks ago where we had finished Life Writing and gone to the pub after said lesson when i was encouraged to sit in a class i was not enrolled in. For that one lesson i had an excuse; i would say that because two of the group weren't there i was standing in for them. I sat down and attempted to hide my face to remain undetected but the lecturer spotted me. She came over and asked (as you would) who i was and why i was there. As i explained she smiled and said she was ok that i was in the class. Joy, i was gaining free knowledge! I thought it would be a one time thing but no i was destined to be in that class for the rest of the term and will be going back after Easter.
I didn't just sit there though and after jokes about me being in the group i actually took on a role: light man. It was a lot of fun i'll tell you.
Anyway what I'm talking about is that for the past few weeks i attended all of my friends classes and their rehearsals, bumping up my time at uni dramatically. Yet i really enjoyed it: i got to spend more time with my friends and got to see some very good performances and was part of some amazingly funny rehearsals! It was nice to be part of a class without the stress of all the hand in work and i advise you all at one point, as long as you have the time obviously, to try this with a lecturer as nice as Vicky.
It hit me the other day that i actually spent more time over the last few weeks at uni doing things i didn't need to be doing rather than my actual lessons. Which was quite funny and even though i'm not getting a grade out of the work i don't regret a single thing about my extra time at uni especially because i spent more time with uni folk.
Go join a class you're not part of.

Apocalypse!

After a recent facebook incident with a zombie quiz (again i apologise, especially to kurt) i got to thinking about what i and other people would do if a zombie attack would actually happen. I know that some of my friends are terrified of this happening so maybe this blog will offer them some advice on how to survive.

Me personally i would like to think that i'd become one of those mega bad asses that get loads of guns and shoots the walking dead to smithereens. So this is my fantasy about waking up to find the world has been infected with zombieism:


I wake up and get that weird feeling that something is wrong, deep down in my gut. Still i tell myself it's just a feeling and head downstairs. As i reach the landing there are blood stains all on the walls and i hear a kind of squelching sound. My heart starts to race but i brave it and walk towards the squelch. I walk into the bathroom and find my sister, with the side of her face missing, devouring the contents of my dad's stomach. I scream, as you do, alerting my zombie sibling. She growls at me and makes a grab for me. I turn and run the computer room aiming to get up the ladders into my room whilst the zombie stumbles after me. I slam the door into her making her fall backwards and barricade the door. I calm myself and think how i'm going to get out of this. I go upstairs and get dressed (in something kooky because no one now cares what people look like) and get the weapons that i have, knives, daggers, gun, etc. So in super cool gear and armed up i go to face my dead sister.
I pull away the barricade and in she lunges. I crack her on the head with the butt of my gun and then shoot her dead in the face. Instant kill. Sorry sis. I decide to get in the car and find some more weapons and if applicable some living people. I make my way down stairs. As i pass the bathroom Zombie dad attacks me. I fall to the floor in panic, wrestle out a blade whilst holding his mouth away and stab him in the head. After pushing him off me i go downstairs. i'm being very cautious and i hear a choked moan in the front room. I enter ti find my mom staring out the window. She looks normal and relief floods through me. I hopefully walk forward, reach out and touch her shoulder, 'Mom, are you ok? Something crazy is happening!' No luck here she turns round with a gaping hole in her chest. She growls and tries to grab me. I fall over in typical American horror flick style, losing my knife and gun (obviously). I shuffle backwards as zombie mom ambles forward, hunger blazing in her eyes. She advances on me, in a rush i kick out; i shatter her knee cap and she collapses on the floor. I stand up but she grabs my leg and raises her mouth. I struggle then kick her in the head: i hear a load crack and she goes limp. After the realisation of what i've just done kicks in i heave and then vomit. I come to the conclusion that what i did was necessary, and resolve to carry on living.

Back to me, i know this blog is a bit long so i'll end it there ... for now. I shall continue my zombie adventure soon so stay tuned.
Oh and this post is dedicated to Matt Frost, our resident zombie nut and Kurt Rees, who can use this advice to survive on the slim chance it ever happens.

A day truly wasted.

So fellow heroes. Today as you may or may not know is Thursday, named after the Norse God Thor (who is awesome by the way). Two days ago it was Tuesday, named after the Norse God Tyr (Named Thunor and Tiw in Old English respectively) and that was the day in my life that was truly wasted.

So here goes the story of the wasted day:

I had been at work all weekend so i had forgot that on the Tuesday that we usually have class from 10-1 in the morning. As i had forgotten about this i was up, bright and early, at 7 am. I got ready in my ignorant bliss and made my way to the train station. My lovely friend Tina then text me asking, 'are you coming in with is lot this morning?' If i'm honest, at this point i thought that Tina had lost it here (No offense Tina) but i thought 'of course i'm going in. We've got a lesson!' ...

No we don't. It clicked at that moment that we had tutorials that day and i had basically gotten up for no reason.

At this point let me take you back again to last tuesday because another thing dropped into place at this moment. Last tuesday when Ian was taking down what time we wanted to go in i said 3 pm. Usually i like to go in early but i didn't realise that we could go in in the morning and thought the morning slot was for Wednesday. Again that means i'm a tad spackerfied. So i said three and still forgot about tutorials.

Back to the tuesday just gone. I stood almost at the train station laughing at my own stupidity. I decided then that i may as well go in because i was already up and practically at the station. So i got on the train, told Tina about my idiocy and carried on to uni. As it happens there were crashes on the motorway so Ian was running roughly a hour late. We were all waiting for ages so my theory was that someone would give up and go home and i could go in their spot. No such luck. Ian kept to his schedule rigidly, a good trait i must add.

After this we went for something to eat and then i went to help out the drama kids do their drama. I'm practically part of their group now. Then as usual i went into their class and i acted for them, Eeeeep. At the end of all this at 4 o'clock, i was about to go in when someone else jumped in front saying their appointment was missed because of the lateness. I had to wait longer. Then i finally got in, sitting there waiting for some excellent advice when the file i'd sent my work on wasn't compatible with the system at uni...

Now i wasn't angry, not at all. I was just struck with the realisation that my day had been wasted completely because the work that i'd sent didn't even go through, i didn't need to be up that early and after the days events i didn't need to go in at all.

But i also realised that despite being productively wasted i did get to spend the day with my friends and Ashley kept telling me a day spent in her company is never wasted.

Keep wasting friends ;)