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.