Oh my goodness.
Sat in front of two screens watching United do everything they needed to against Sunderland, and QPR do the same against Man City, only for bleeding Aguero to go and win the title for the noisy neighbours.
Anyone who isn’t interested in football please skip down a couple paras as this post will address other things as well, but I’m just coming around to the events of this afternoon.
I’ve been a Manchester United fan for as long as I have a Carlisle fan, for anyone thinking ‘glory hunter’. Having family roots in Mossley meant I was always around United fans, absolutely gutted at the results today. All the what ifs will start now: what if Vidic had been fit all season, what if De Gea settled right in, what if Berba had played more games after finishing TOP SCORER last season. I’m a big fan of Berba.
Anyway, what’s done is done, and what is also done is my first year of university. Whether that sentence makes sense or not I’m not sure, but the final essay of the year is going into the library tomorrow and I’m getting the hell out of here.
Not that I’ve hated being at uni, but since Christmas it hasn’t half dragged on. After Easter especially, I’ve only been back for three weeks but it feels so much longer. I’d love to put more pictures in this to liven it up a bit, but I can’t think of any relevant ones. I always think pictures liven up a piece of writing, make it a bit easier to read and all that.
So back home by Wednesday latest, to drown my sorrows over the Uniteds failing to win titles and playoffs.
Looking ahead, can’t wait for the summer. To play football, watch football, go out, hopefully get a job, and of course LEEDS FEST. Being my first festival I’m not sure what to expect, but everyone I know who has been before has nothing but good things to report, and, well, they all came back alive, which is a good sign in itself.
So I’m thinking a more comprehendable blog will be up in the near future about both the season just gone and my summer exertions, but for now I’m too emotionally drained to put together a coherent piece. Rather like my last essay.
Have a nice day, bang bang! – Cactus Jack
As you can see, myself and Ashley are about to be hit be a nuclear bomb in Berlin, Germany. He seems far less concerned then I do if I’m honest.
I feel as though I should give a powerful lecture on the philosophical state of the country’s economy, but the thought of that makes me sleepy, so I think I’ll stick to whatever pops into my head at any given moment.
Speaking of which, currently rocking an awesome iPod shuffle this afternoon. Shit, it’s afternoon already. Anyway, New Found Glory to Green Day to Bowling for Soup is fairly winning. Being cooped up in a uni room for 80% of my time here means music is blasting out most of the time.
Why’d you have to go, and make me say, these things about you. – NFG
Hey, that’s pretty cool! This may become a feature. If anyone reads this, I am still warming to this biz. In fact the main reason for this gig is just to get away from doing this last essay of first year. I will not use the word ‘procrastinating’ as I detest it, for some reason.
Just took a break from the music to check out the new Carlsberg ad for the Euros, and it is fantastic. Advertising companies usually get it right coming up to a major tournament, tapping in to the heightened sense of national pride and interest, but that was very good.
Despite getting myself a blog for essay prevention purposes, this also happens to have arrived at a most terrible time. My hotmail account has been hacked into, and to recover it Windows have sent me a code. Problem is, they sent it to the hotmail account that I can’t access, because I need a code to… yeah.
I’m not sure how long this is going to be either, or even if I can preview it before I publish, but we’ll cross those bridges when we come to them.
This is me (second from the right) in my most current incarnation, in some dive bar in Newcastle. I forget its name. I figured my profile picture would be a bit misleading, so here I am all up to date as of last Friday’s Dirty Pop night (May 4). The profile pic is a pipe dream I’d love to get back to, but the current look has been met with much objection from everyone at uni, so the long locks may have to stay in the past. Or I might do it to spite everyone, muahahaha.
Those are two treble vodkas in my hands for anyone wondering. Needless to say I enjoyed myself that night. Whoever thought of putting bouncy castles in clubs was a genius.
I can’t believe I’m almost finished my first year of uni. Summer wants to be nice, but this is the north of England so unless global warming kicks in soon I’ll be rocking the layers this June.
Well as much as I’d love to stay and write my thoughts down for the rest of the day, this essay can’t be getting put off forever. My foray into blogging is complete, until next time.
Have a nice day, bang bang! – Cactus Jack