I know what you're thinking...
...It's about fucking time. You're right, of course, it's been ages since I actually wrote anything vaguely worthwhile here, but I have excuses. None of them are very good, but they are excuses nonetheless - most involve my resit results, coming back up to uni and trying to sort out Burn FM.
For those who care, I passed my fucking resits - although finding out that I passed was a challenge in itself. Equally challenging was finding out that I had to go and queue for an hour for the privillage of paying my university fees - bastards. Anyway, the main reason I'm typing anything at all is because I've been drinking, which is always a good excuse for long ramblings about nothing in particular or general crap which I will no doubt regret sharing with the general public come the morning.
So, what have I been up to since I got back at uni? Well, primarily trying to sort out Burn FM in time for the braodcast, which starts this friday. It's all gone very well in every respect and for once I'm actually reasonably happy with my life, although I think being back at uni and around Antonia has a lot to do with it - having someone you get on really well with is always a good thing. Still nothing on the romantic front, but I refuse to let this year slip by as I did with the last - somehow or other I will make some kind of effort and to hell with the consequences, quite frankly. Not that any of you will care, but I had a bizzare dream the other night in which the Burn FM committee, sans Antonia & Terry, deicded that I wasn't fit to run the station and kicked me out, at which point I told them all to go fuck themselves and never returned - I'm starting to worry that my dreams might be prophetic given past experience.
Anyway, things are finally looking up for me, with any luck I won't be hugely depressed for most of this year and who knows, I might actually pass it and get a degree - I've been reliably informed that stranger things have happened, although I don't believe it myself.
Until I next have a few pints.
Spad.
For those who care, I passed my fucking resits - although finding out that I passed was a challenge in itself. Equally challenging was finding out that I had to go and queue for an hour for the privillage of paying my university fees - bastards. Anyway, the main reason I'm typing anything at all is because I've been drinking, which is always a good excuse for long ramblings about nothing in particular or general crap which I will no doubt regret sharing with the general public come the morning.
So, what have I been up to since I got back at uni? Well, primarily trying to sort out Burn FM in time for the braodcast, which starts this friday. It's all gone very well in every respect and for once I'm actually reasonably happy with my life, although I think being back at uni and around Antonia has a lot to do with it - having someone you get on really well with is always a good thing. Still nothing on the romantic front, but I refuse to let this year slip by as I did with the last - somehow or other I will make some kind of effort and to hell with the consequences, quite frankly. Not that any of you will care, but I had a bizzare dream the other night in which the Burn FM committee, sans Antonia & Terry, deicded that I wasn't fit to run the station and kicked me out, at which point I told them all to go fuck themselves and never returned - I'm starting to worry that my dreams might be prophetic given past experience.
Anyway, things are finally looking up for me, with any luck I won't be hugely depressed for most of this year and who knows, I might actually pass it and get a degree - I've been reliably informed that stranger things have happened, although I don't believe it myself.
Until I next have a few pints.
Spad.



