#96 - "It's not all fairy tales and roses Andrew..."

(Almost there people... 100 is around the corner)

I apologise. The following account is about me, my life and how I see University.

It's bad.
It's bad here.

It isn't the fact that I don't like Chemistry. I do like chemistry, specifically physical chemistry, but the amount we get to do is pitiful. This means that a fair chunk of the subject I am here to do, is not my cup of tea. I don't mind transition metals. I don't mind main group. But organics. My Thursday lecture. I hate. I do not like Organic Chemistry at all. With it's curly arrows, it's reaction mechanisms and all the stupid, pointless, boring information that you need to memorise.

It feels good getting that out my system...

Right, next up. My accommodation. Apparently, it's getting pulled down after I leave apparently. GOOD! My room felt like a jail cell until I got some posters up. It still feels like a jail cell if I'm honest. Well, closer to a room in a psychiatrics hospital. It's not because I'm crazy (well...) It's because of the isolation. I'm a loner by nature but I do like to socialise. Occasionally. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to go on most of the Fresher week events with the rest of Pentland because I was under 18, so I never got a chance to get to know people and conversely, they never got to know me.
My room itself is isolated. It's squeezed into the gap between two corridors. I'm in a bit doored off by itself. With a corridor with 4 rooms on the right and 5 on the left. Doored off. I know that doesn't seem like much but it feels like a wall. My room is different to the other rooms I've seen in Pentland making me feel even more different. The kitchen is downstairs. The lounge is upstairs. No one has any need to be on my floor apart from to see the warden or to go to sleep.

See, just writing all this is putting me in a bad mood. Honestly. Well, "I've started so I'll finish."

I'm in catered accommodation. This means I get all my meals cooked for me. I don't need to do any cooking. So, the kitchen contains a fridge, a microwave and a kettle. This doesn't bother me. I'm not a big fan of cooking. What I miss is the option to cook. The option to have a bacon sandwich at 10pm. That kind of thing. All catering shuts at 8pm. I have to buy junk food if I want anything else after that. (I can buy fruit, but it's not fresh) I've steadily been gaining weight since I came to uni. And I think it's because of the choice of food. I know that they are trying to keep it healthy, but when every day the "healthy option" is also the "vegetarian option" things get a bit boring. (Nothing against vegetarians... You should all know that)

I have made friends. At Watt Gamers. I go once or twice a week. That is pretty much the extent of my social life here. I sometimes go to "Our Union." A bar so lacking in atmosphere it should be called the ISS.
I thought that moving out would make me more independent from my parents. I thought I'd finally be out from under their shadow. No. My parents pay for my accommodation. I go home most weekends to get my washing done for free. I get free food and board when I go home. And I have never, ever thanked my parents properly. One day, I'll make it up to them. One day, I might get the courage to show them this post and show them how I feel about Uni. I have a brilliant girlfriend. I have loads of friends. I have a Fantastic mum and a Amazing dad. Even Dene's ok. But, for some reason, I feel more alone than I ever have. More cut off in my cell here than I could have imagined after receiving my "ticket to freedom" bearing the word "unconditional" on it. I don't like university nearly as much as I imagined I would. I thought it would all be like 6th year. When I was finally beginning to be more confident. Be more me. Be liked by other people. But I got here. And I crawled back into my shell.

It is because of all of this, and the fact that this is a lot of money to be asking my parents for, that I have decided that I will be commuting to university next year from Kirkcaldy. From my parents house. Bubs, I'm coming home.

I hope that, if you are at university, or if you plan on going, or even if you are already here, that you have a better time than I have shown here.

Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.

#95- Music, XBox and Valentines Day.

Righto, we have begun the descent into legend.
Ladies and Gentleworms, this, is my 95th post on this blog.

Anyway, right. The post... Right... There was something I knew I wanted to type about...

Hmm, three days later and I still can't remember. Oh well, I'm gonna blog about random stuff. No, this was not my original plan, but I can't remember the original plan actually...

Music

Well, while watching a Weezer video on YouTube I saw this comment :

Weezer is great, but so is Justin Bieber. Why is it that people can't like two great musicians like Weezer and Justin Bieber? It is like if you like Weezer then you can't like Justin Bieber. I just love great music and Weezer and Justin Bieber are both great music. Weezer was great in the 1990's and now Justin Bieber is great in 2011.

Well, this brought a lot of things to my attention. Some people do believe that because they like a certain band, they can't like other certain bands. Yes, I will admit that. Some people do.

However, to compare Bieber to Weezer screams of blasphemy to me. Sorry, it just does.

The anti-christ is here...

I'm sorry but Justin will never be "great music." Never. In fact, if the world ever considers him "great music" then I'm leaving. Straight away. The only reason people like him is because he is forced down our throats on MTV, Radio shows and idiots commenting on YouTube videos. He is not great. He cannot be compared to Weezer. That is all I will say on this subject.

 XBox

I will admit that I am beginning to like the XBox. As a devout "Playstationer" this is shocking me to my core but I have to admit, it is so much easier to use. It can't play blu-ray, which is my only fault on it at the moment but hopefully me and my XBox will enjoy a long relationship ahead.

Valentines Day

Well, I am not single. So that means I have to pay attention to Valentines day this year. So presents are bought, meals prepared, plans made and everything done to make this as hassle free a day as possible. However, I know that despite my best efforts, something will go wrong. So, I'm sorry Alannah in advance for anything that goes wrong. In fact, I am preparing excuses already for anything that could spoil our day, ranging from illness all the way up to a nuclear apocalypse. So hopefully, if something does go wrong, I'll be able to say something... cu... cut... nice, to make up for it.

Be prepared...

Anyway, I guess that's it. I have been thinking about buying myself a shirt with "Peace out Bubs" written on it. So if anyone else is interested, let me know. (Or if you think that is the most self-serving thing I could do and it's pathetic, let me know also)

Peace out bubs.

Andrew out.