So much for regular blogging...

... no but really.

I need to be more disciplined and actually stick to my regular blogging promise.

Not that anyone is going to be disappointed that I haven't blogged everyday.. but ya know... I want to!

SO I'm back in Liverpool.

I'd forgotten how bloody wonderful it is here. It's been so nice seeing everyone and being back in my room that I have made a rather large effort to feel extremely homely... I'm proud of it.

I've been back for two full days, and already, I'm back into the swing of watching things on 4od... utterly 'O.D ing' on films and sitting aimlessly at the desk for hours on end.

But I love it.

I love feeling content to just be sitting and doing nothing.

Just to update you on my aimless un-productiveness for today...

One bottle of pepsi max, tesco paella, four rollies, Sex and The City, Kickass, Toy Story 3, Scott Pilgrim vs the World, Charlotte Heather, bed, facebook and a bottle of Volvic strawberry water... and now... Shameless.

Being here feels different to being at home... but I love both.

This post is dedicated to Jersey. I absolutely fricking love you, you beautiful little rock.

xxxxx

A New Year. A new blogger.

I'm taking the fact that it's a new year... to have a new start in the blogging area.

Right now, I can't really think of anything insightful to write about... so...

SEE YA TOMORROW BLOGSTERS

xxx

This Is England...

The term 'Flatmate' confuses me.

Why is it that just because someone has been randomly placed in the room next to or opposite you in a flat that stinks of stale smoke, they automatically class as your 'mate'.

None of my chosen 'mates' which I have, over a period of many years, gradually built up a 'mateship' with, smoosh chips into the carpet and leave it there, bang on my door pointlessly at ridiculous hours of the morning, eat my only food, snap the strings on my guitar and piss me off to the point of explosion.

If you can't already tell... it's late, I can't sleep because of the noise my 'flatmates' are making, I have uni 9am-6pm tomorrow and I'm CRANKY.

Give me some Mighty Boosh and a herbal tea and I shall try and calm down.

Goodnight.

ALSO

From now on, I'm going to actually do a blog like I should.

xxxxxx

It's the final countdown.

10 days to go.

When I was a small baby child Jersey seemed like the widest land possible to walk on.

The centre of my world was my house and all the fun I could ever dream of having was had sitting on my rug playing with the many hundred barbie's that I had.

NOW

So soon, I am fleeing this little island to start a completely new world.

University has finally arrived and it is so insanely crazy that it has.

Packing to be done.

Everyone has a story

and luckily, this one is mine.

If I just keep on reading the pages,

I might start feeling fine.

Concrete Continuum...

I have decided to reduce my negativity and become positive.

Jersey:

What a funny little place it is.

I have a small analogy for this island.

It's like a video game.

Not a violent war type one... but one more like Spyro of Crash Bandicoot.

Where the trees are adundant and luscious but are sometimes difficult to see or appreciate.

The characters here are odd and funny but you can't help but love them and just take them for what and who they are.

And there is an aim for the game... there is always a level you are constantly trying to complete... but when you do complete it... there is a kind of disatisfaction, almost as if you aren't really sure of what you were trying to complete and the reason why you thought you should.

I had a conversation with someone yesterday about it and I may have come across quite arrogant in my opinions about living here and how, in my mind, there is no reason why anyone could want to stay here forever and feel satisfied with it's security.

Maybe that's what it is.... the massive security that Jersey provides... where is the challenge? where are the set backs that motivate you to have to fight and push harder for the things you want.

But I know my opinions are mine and there are plenty of people who love the prospect of having security like this, but I can't for the life of me, imagine me ever being settled with life here, not for a good 20 years at least.

This is not an ungrateful view. I appreciate the beauty and splendor of this place and my upbringing here has been one of a kind... the people I've met are completely unique and I will never meet anyone like them again in my life.

Without being able to just go for a drive down to the beach and just sit and look out for a while I would probably have gone mad a million times by now.

But, with the reality of university so real now, I can't help but wonder whether this has been a hinderance to me or not... has Jersey made me lazy?

I bloody hope not.

And all in all... I can't wait to get out the concrete routine I have been in for 18 years and 9 months.

Watch this space... when i'm living in a big city I might act like a little kid in a sweet shop and get awfully excited with all the new things I can do, see and have.

I'M EXCITED.

Ode to Jersey TBC...

I bloody love to sing...