Moan

This blog here thing was started when I was about to go to university. Now, as I write this (DRAMATICALLY), I am hopefully near completion, if everything goes well. You can see that the tone of this changes quiet a bit. It starts out hopeful, and ends not really hopefully. So, what happened?

Well, firstly, halls of residence. At this time, I didn’t drink. At all. I flat out refused. Why? Simple really. I was never stopped from drinking. Not that my parents were negligent, but anytime I wanted a drink of their alcohol, I could have so. That gave me the impression that drinking was nothing special, and didn’t want anything to do with it. Now, at university, if you don’t drink, there is nothing to do. Seriously. At all. I went to a few things during the first week, and was bored out of my mind. Now, at this time, I wasn’t as ‘metal’ as I am now. I didn’t even own an Iron Maiden album. My collection was Crush 40, DragonForce, Joe Satriani, Steve Vai, Van Halen and a few others. Mostly, rock. My hair wasn’t that long either, but longer than most others. So, again the repetitive electric beats the students listened too did not interest me one bit. But, I manned up and got the welcome week over with, and started lessons. Things became a bit better then. I enjoyed the lessons, and they gave me something to do. I was away from my hall mates too. There was nothing wrong with them per se, but there was. We didn’t really get on. I can remember one of them thinking I was gay because I didn’t want anything to do with them. Obviously, she hadn’t seen her own face. Christ… Oh, and to attempt to be upper brow (What with my accent and all), she had a terrible personality. So, I did my work, and listened to my ever increasing album collection. I can clearly remember a time going to HMV and getting every Maiden album they had, because they were on 2 for £10. Good times. Building the picture of Eddie on the back… Which is oddly reversed…

Then came the second year. This was better. I got a decent house, with decent people, but now university work got stupid. One teacher changed the marking scheme in front of me so I’d get less marks, because he didn’t like me. Yeah… Good times. But then, good times began, after the last exam was done, I headed off to my first Download Festival. This was a most triumphant weekend indeed. I was into my metal proper now, and this got me into quiet a few new bands. The week after, I had my second interview at a place now known due to a fool as Copmunterland. I oddly got the job, and a week later I started. Thus begins my third university year. Coincidentally, thus begins my third paragraph. DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE?!

So, Copmunterland. There I met some truly most excellent people. It’s funny, because hardly anyone else has kept in contact with people from their placement, but I have. There, I became ‘Garth’, a being of supreme metal prowess. There, many a good time was had. Walking the three and a half miles there with my metal filled iPod, getting shouted at on the phone for a while, and then wandering home with my metal filled iPod. It was very metal. Here, also ‘Man up’ came up. This phrased was used many a time, against the unmanly. A good time was the quiz. We got an email around to form a quiz team. So we did. This didn’t go down too well with our team leaders, but we did it anyway. We surprised everyone by getting to the final. Management thought we were doing it for a laugh, which we were, but we were also serious. We only lost because of laughing too much in the final. It was good anyway. Then it was Download time again. Well, yes many other things happened, but I’m not going to list everything. “I think this guy’s a bit of a retard. Ohh, I need a poo. …Shit! I didn’t put him on mute!”- ©Mooncake Darryl. So, Download 2010. We at CopmunterLand talked for ages about the line up, and in the end only me and Paul went. Well, Paul didn’t… He was ill. Which he actually was. Yeah… So anyway, AC/DC! I saw them with their train. I then also saw some most triumphant bands.

Now, onto the final year. It’s madness. Still as badly organised as before. Of course, it’s our fault that all deadlines are in for the same time. Obviously. Also, students seem to be getting increasingly more stupid. Worryingly so. “I AM IN A LIBRARY ON MY PHONE!!!!1111” They even say the ones…

So yeah. Well, it started off good. I really am a bitter, old man aren’t I? “Garth, how old are you? Drinking Guinness…”

Nah. It’s not that bad. I can simply Man up and get over it. Things could be worse. My friends seem pretty decent, and put up with my strange ways. I even got invited to a wedding. Not as the groom or bride, but as part of the audience. I’m looking forwards to the epic guitar solos. Which there must be, if I’m invited… If you read this, Party on, Elms. \m/

Oh, Bulletstorm is amazing. Go and buy it. I just watched Mad Max 2. That was good too. Crumbly Lancashire Cheese from Morrisons is EPIC. Seriously. It’s Godly. By far, one of the best cheeses I’ve eaten.

tl;dr? Buy me some cheese.

Here is a picture. Good Bye.