We've got a new flatmate from America. He wears very fun shorts and is real friendly. We're having a delicious flat welcome dinner on Monday. I wonder if he can make barbeque pull apart pork. Even if he can't, he seems like a swell guy, and his presence compliments the overall social dynamic of the flat, which is basically a 'cool guys only' dynamic. He can be our friend.
I am for real going to be in a kazoo / ukulele band. We're meeting next Tuesday to practice. I'm not sure where or what we'll be practising, but it's an official thing. From now on, girls will think about me: 'That guy is in a band, what a really cool guy.'
I'm actually in a lecture right now, sat at the back updating my blog. It's fine, because we're just going over a synopsis of last semester's content. Our new lecturer is pretty cool, I think he's the guy who interviewed me at the open day. John Rossiter likes for you to find things out for yourself, where as this guy seems to take an approach that involves actually delivering lectures in the lecture slots, rather than linking you to his YouTube videos and declaring all lectures to be public tutorials.
A whole two days have elapsed since two lines ago, and now the band is really for real, we've scheduled a legit jam sesh.
How does one go about abbreviating the word 'session'? It's much easier said that done.
I just spilt a lot of tinned spaghetti on my carpet, but now it's dealt with.
Running is the new walking. Lately I've been going to this parkrun on a Saturday morning, which is pretty good fun. Dave Stewart has been luring me further and further into the whole running thing, but I'm being careful not to get in too deep. I'm beginning to suspect that if Dave Stewart stopped running for more than five minutes, he would just die. He very kindly accompanied me around Endcliffe Park this morning at about five percent of his usual pace, all the while giving me helpful pointers. Mostly you have to move your legs faster than they can go, but so that your footfall is silent. It's important to drink flavoured milk afterwards, because after a run is when flavoured milk tastes most delicious.
I flooded my kitchen yesterday by mistake, and then I was late to the Saving Private Ryan party. SPRP was pretty rad, we watched the film in absolute silence and then afterwards Meg Longman busted out some home made slow gin, which we sipped appreciatively as we played mafia. It was all very grown up.
It's taken me like four whole days to write this blog post. Somebody in our life group was showing us their blog, and it was all super pretty with photographs and probably meaningful words. Who cares anyway?
Until next time, when maybe I will have some more interesting things to write home about.
I am for real going to be in a kazoo / ukulele band. We're meeting next Tuesday to practice. I'm not sure where or what we'll be practising, but it's an official thing. From now on, girls will think about me: 'That guy is in a band, what a really cool guy.'
I'm actually in a lecture right now, sat at the back updating my blog. It's fine, because we're just going over a synopsis of last semester's content. Our new lecturer is pretty cool, I think he's the guy who interviewed me at the open day. John Rossiter likes for you to find things out for yourself, where as this guy seems to take an approach that involves actually delivering lectures in the lecture slots, rather than linking you to his YouTube videos and declaring all lectures to be public tutorials.
A whole two days have elapsed since two lines ago, and now the band is really for real, we've scheduled a legit jam sesh.
How does one go about abbreviating the word 'session'? It's much easier said that done.
I just spilt a lot of tinned spaghetti on my carpet, but now it's dealt with.
Running is the new walking. Lately I've been going to this parkrun on a Saturday morning, which is pretty good fun. Dave Stewart has been luring me further and further into the whole running thing, but I'm being careful not to get in too deep. I'm beginning to suspect that if Dave Stewart stopped running for more than five minutes, he would just die. He very kindly accompanied me around Endcliffe Park this morning at about five percent of his usual pace, all the while giving me helpful pointers. Mostly you have to move your legs faster than they can go, but so that your footfall is silent. It's important to drink flavoured milk afterwards, because after a run is when flavoured milk tastes most delicious.
I flooded my kitchen yesterday by mistake, and then I was late to the Saving Private Ryan party. SPRP was pretty rad, we watched the film in absolute silence and then afterwards Meg Longman busted out some home made slow gin, which we sipped appreciatively as we played mafia. It was all very grown up.
It's taken me like four whole days to write this blog post. Somebody in our life group was showing us their blog, and it was all super pretty with photographs and probably meaningful words. Who cares anyway?
Until next time, when maybe I will have some more interesting things to write home about.
