Gav and Stace

"I feel like I'm on the Apprentice!
Gavin you're fired!
I'm only joking, I don't have that kind of power."

Bryn

Destiny

I've just completed the psychometric test reccomended to me by my university. This test tells me the job that I am most suited to do based on my skills and preferences.

The job I was told that I am most suited to is Ergonomist.

I am destined to design ergonomically friendly chairs and research the ergonomy of the spine.

Exhilarating.

Fail Veg.

Cauliflower is just a shit excuse for broccoli.

Party

Since moving into a bigger and better house compared to last year, we've been looking for an excuse for a house party. So when Lisa's birthday came along we thought it would be a good excuse, so on the Monday I made the event on facebook ready for Saturday. By the time it came to Saturday we only had 19 confirmed guests, but we figured it would be ok because they would bring their houemates. By 10 noone had arrived and I had been drinking since 6, and threw up all over my bedroom floor. Alot. I went to bed. I awoke as 7am laying in bed feeling like death would release me. I threw up again. I still havent cleaned my floor.

Graffiti

Michael McIntyre

"Michael McIntyre is Canadian, his dad is from Canadia." - Sam Canterbury

Reading Fest

This is going to be a collection of things that happened this weekend, at Reading 2009. Many do not fall into the category of not easy.

Only seeing 6 bands, and one day only seeing 5 minutes of music. and that music being maximo park

Conversations about what a salmon gets upto, then deciding on getting a salmon tattoo

Meeting lifesize gingerbread men from Croydon

having a sheet of pro plus each day

Going for a jog times around the campsite due to doing wrong things with plant food

singing until 7:30 in the morning, then sleeping until 8:30, then having to drive home.

drinking boxed white wine to the yeah yeah yeahs

selling over 18 wristbands and making £60, then losing the £60.

finding a real pair of raybans on the floor outside tescos.

everytime anything happens saying woah.

tyring to get involved in jack's intellectual talk with his uni friends.... shit.

laughing uncontrollably at absoloutley everything.

seeing pride and predgudice down the ses pitt. I piss on you jane austin.

seeing poo on the rim of the toilet seat, how did they miss?

overhearing this on the way to the toilets "oh shit i forgot my toilet paper.... oh well i'll just use my boxers... oh wait im not wearing boxers." they didnt turn arond, that was his method?!?!

going to steal sunglasses, then realising the momping store owner is behind me, then offering 50p for them even though they are £12. I ended up buying them for £4.

dry shampoo rave.

having many conversations about urinelle

playing the "can you pick up the bottle with this wire?!!?" game

elliot the pigeon. coo.

throwing up a what looked like cloudy lemonade and a white paste. even though i hadnt eaten or drank in hoursssss

the collosal poo behind the teepee.

trying to think of muppets characters and remember what they look like

talking about how im going to glast next year instead, then realising as soon as i get home that im deffo going again next year.

im sure i'll add more.

Boredom

Today I am bored.

Being bored is one of the least easy situations to be in.

Acutally, Being bored and poor is the least easy situation to be in. Because then, internet shopping cannot cure your boredom either.

Llundain

Wednesday the 12th of August, the day before Sam's birthday. The day I accompanied him to London for him to get a tattoo. We decided on getting the Megabus there fairly early to make the most out of the day, so we decided to get the bus at 6am, at the time not thinking how early this actually is. Anyways it all went down fine and we got to outside the castle, the usual pickup place, 10 minutes early.Whilst standing there, a woman who had the keys to the castle (!!) told us that the waiting place had been moved to around the corner. So we went there to find a family and a teenager also waiting for the bus.

6:10am. The bus still hasnt come, probs just running late.

6:20am. The bus still hasnt come.... check to see if the bus stop isnt further up the road, it isnt.

6:40am. We go to ring the helpline but it doesnt open till 8am.

7:00am. Sam rings his dad and manages to get a phonenumber that is open. We ring the number and find out that the bus stop was up the road, around the corner and behind a giant bush so it wasn't visible to us. This pissed off the very welshy father of the family very much so, the teenager just seemed confused and quiet, similar to an abandoned dog.

7:20am. The call centre rang us back and told us that there were 40 people on the other bus. We went to the other bus stop to see if we could get on the other bus leaving at 7:45, we did thankfully.


So we had a lovely day, met up with Lisa and Summa from uni and went shopping whilst Sam got tattooed. But as the day progressed a chaffing between my legs started to feel more and more like I was being raped by a scouring pad.

Then the journey home. We got on it fine and whatever, but as time went on my travel sickness got the best of me, but the end of the journey I was sweating buckets and felt like I was going to keel over. All the journey home an African child next to us wouldnt stop staring at me and sam whilst smacking his head on the seat in front of him.

As I stepped out of the Megabus the chaffing returned with a vengeance. I couldn't walk without looking like either I'd been violated or just shat myself. I physically couldnt join Sam and the gang to go to metros. I tried to hurry to the train station before the last train left...... missed it. I got a taxi. but the taxi driver was lovely, he golfed and had heard of my dad.

Long story short - Travelling for me is definitely not easy.

Employment

So basically, over this summer my main plan was to have a job that wasn't at my parents post office, mainly because I hate that place, but also because I wanted bar experience ready for when I go back to uni. So I applied for a fair amount of jobs online, and around town but with no luck due to them already having hired all of their summer staff. I got a phone call a few weeks later from Metros offering me a job flyering with the possibility of bar work in a few weeks. I jumped at the chance, it was one of the places I really wanted to work! I forgot to ask on the phone what the pay is, but assumed it would be average, maybe a bit more because I'd heard flyering was well paid.

So I started the same day, flyering from 9:30pm until further notice, it was really cool being shown around the bar and things inside and everyone was really nice so I was psyched to work there! When I started flyering I some faces on their way to metros... all the while basically waiting in the hope that they'd call us in to help inside. While flyering I took the oppourtunity to ask the bloke I was flyering with what the pay was, £4.77 an hour... I figured I could be fine with that if I enjoyed the job. 2 hours later at 11:30 the manageress rang us and told us to come back to help because it was packed, what I'd been waiting for! So we went back, and I got told to pick up pint glasses and return them to the bar, so I did this. Back and forth, each time taking about 10 minutes and only getting about 3 glasses each time due to people only drinking double mixers and using a smaller glass.

From about midnight the heat of metros had started to get to me, I was feeling very thirsty. I tried to put it off, thinking it'd be fine, and that I'd wait for a break or until I finished (bearing in mind they hadn't told me when this would be). About an hour an a half of traipsing up and down that fucking scorching corridor I started to get desperate for water and feel dehydrated, so i went up to the door where a person I knew-ish was working and I asked her where to ask for water and she confusingly answered back with "you might be able to try at the bar.... maybe". So i went to the bar, to ask for a drink, only to be confronted by someone shout back at me "NO, FUCKING WORK" intimidated and not wanting to cause any sort of scene or problem I tried to carry on working.

A little later I got bumped into and felt like I was going to collapse, I then asked my friend Jo who was there if she could get a drink of water for me next time she was at the bar. When I next saw her she was there with the water and a grin, I was so freaking happy. I went up to her and proceeded to down the water, half way through this I got a tap on the shoulder from my boss and heard "Get out." at this point I realised that the water must have looked like vodka lemonade, I replied with "No its water!! look! taste some!", she didnt look impressed. She replied with "Whatever, just work faster! this isnt a place to make friends!" I waited until she was gone and drank the rest. I got down to the bottom of Metros and had the sudden realisation that if I was going to quit anyway, then why don't I walk out now? So I did.

Its strange how most of the best nights of my life have been there, and also the worst night.

I now work at the post office. Its not easy is it.

Reading

In February I bought 4 Reading festival tickets for £350 on eBay, which is a bloody bargain seeing as they always sell out at £180 each. Anyway, recently I messaged him to check up everything was fine, and that the tickets will still be sent when they arrive to his address. I got no reply. I tried contacting again a few days later. No reply. I contacted eBay and now they are trying to sort it out to make sure that I either get my money back or the douche honours his sale.
Me thinks he's just pissed that he paid over £600 for them.
I cba buying big stuf on eBay anymore. Always more hassle than its worth.

Also a shout out to Stacey as I only just remembered I said I'd mention her at metros haha :D

Height fail.

Sam canterbury - "Me and TK are the sam height!-ish."

height fail.

Meg.

I'll jut write a few of the things that Meg has said.


"Are you international students?" to me and Sam, because we are from Wales and went to an English university.

"Is Dale Winton gay?" as she is watching an episode of Dale's supermarket sweep.

"I thought that was a river, so you could only get into Wales by going over the Severn Bridge." only just realising that the border between Wales and England wasn't a river.


Meg is 20.
...and at univeristy.

Presentation

I genereally struggle infront of people to speak properly, I stutter and talk to fast and ramble about shit. So presentations are something that I don't describe as my strongpoint. So far throughout university I have done three presentations, each of them a giant fail at life
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The first presentation was about a month into univeristy, and all was going good until the printers in the library didnt work and I was the only person in my group to have their work printed off, so I was the only one to turn up out of my group, and I turned up late and out of breath (because I was waiting for them to print thier speeches off), so I had to read out my part of the presentation (which didn't make sense without the other group member's parts before it) constantly stuttered and said it too fast. When I was done the seminar tutor called me inadequate and pathetic in front of the entire class.
The second presentation I did was about 2 months ago, all was going fine and dandy until I went to click to go onto the next slide on the powerpoint, as I bent over to click, my ass pushed the switch off behind me, which was the switch to the projector. In a desperate attempt to save the situation I tried to turn it back on, but it didnt work. I suppose me saying "fat ass" as soon as it clicked off didnt help.
The last presentation I did was on tuesday, It didnt go that bad, apart from the fast that the foundation of a presentation is speaking... and I lost my voice. This was because of the sore throat I've had for the past week or two. I constantly tried to speak before the presentation started, but either sounded like a rapist, a mouse or a mute. My voice eventually started working-ish in time for the presentation, even if I did sound like the voice in a horror movie advert.
I think that presentations are getting less embarrasing over time, so maybe on my next on it might possible pass as enjoyable, but I somehow doubt it.

Anus

Yesterday I came back to Portsmouth, to find out that my housemate has had a prostate exam.


You know how I know you're gay?

You've had a guy's finger up your chocolate starfish.


Its not easy is it TK.

Metros

If you're in Cardiff, then Wednesday night is metros night. The best night ever. All your mates, mega cheap drinks (£1.29 doubles!) and free toast if you're there long enough.
All of these things garuantee a good night.
The general layout of a standard night would be, gatekeeper before to have a catch up/debate/bitch.
Followed by this is a stroll to metros, 2 minutes around the corner, hoping that there's no queue, and if there is one, then wishing that you'd got a stamp before going to gatekeeper to avoid the inevitable queue jumpers that generally tend to look like they'd be better suited to oceana/liquid/fucking their sister.
After getting in, walk right the way down to meet and greet all the people you havent seen since school and only ever see there, have a good natter about eachothers lives.
By the time that all of the catching up has finished, its time for a drink, go to the bar with a fiver and get two double vodka paint thinner lemonades. Drink them whilst trying to find the people you came with, stopping on the way to reconverse with old school friends.
Once you find them, its time for another set of drinks, after that everyone fancies a fag, so go outside, rather drunk by this point due to the industrial strength alcohol. Have many epic yet intimate conversations (yes Sam, I stole the phrase).
Usually the next part is pretty much a blur, with random highlights of meeting new people, people crying, people dissapearing. After the blur is the inevitable Chippy lane, the largest and greatst selection of fish and chip shops in the world (well, Wales at least). Then the taxi home with the few that are left and have not left due to unforseen circumstances e.g. illness, comedowns, getting laid, getting lost.

This entry doesn't really belong on this blog, because this blog is meant to be about things in my life that generally aren't easy, where as this, is. Its what I look forward to every week at home, and what I look forward to coming home for.

Actually, scratch that. Thursday mornings are the epitome of not easy.

Windows

Yesterday I came home from univeristy in Portsmouth for 2 weeks for easter, on the journey home I realised I forgot my laptop charger. So now I'm using my mum's laptop for 2 weeks. Windows replacing Mac is definitly not easy.

Another thing that wasnt very easy yesterday is that I lent my friend money to buy a Reading festival ticket, so I gave him my card to buy it, but the he accidentally pressed confirm 4 times. Now I have no money. I suppose it could be worse, they might not have had a no returns policy.

Oh wait. They don't.

Train

I'll tell you what isn't easy:

A train journey extended by almost 2 hours and two changeovers with a bag thats broken and weighs a ton. All whilst being very very hungry.

THAT isnt easy.

But making Caleb Followill look funny passes the time :)

First day

Was just casually browsing perez hilton when I got told to get a blog, 15 minutes later here we are.

Tk just did a killer fart, I need to blog that.