Very little has happened, really…

I have been mostly listening to: Pendulum – Propane Nightmares

Well, i’m back from good ol’ Coventry. It was nice and relaxing, but there’s nothing much to report. Tuesday: I arrived, raided my Dad’s freezer and then we went off to the pub for a few drinks and a catch up on happenings in Wolves with me and Cov with him. Sat out in the beer garden (hooray for smoking with a pint!), and just shot the breeze.

Wednesday, my Dad and I went walking with his insane but oh-so-cute dog, Molly. She’s a 4-and-a-half month old Jack Russel Terrier with an inexhaustable supply of energy. My Dad is chuffed to bits with her, but sometimes I think he is expecting too much from her at such a young age – something that can encourage overly submissive behaviour in small dogs. Nevertheless, they share a pretty tight bond and once she gets out of her bad habits (jumping up, licking, walking right where you’re about to put your feet), she’ll be the perfect little dog. Later on, I cooked a barbeque with steak, pork and chicken – burning myself in the process.

In the evening on Wednesday, I went over to my best mate’s place. He’s 23 and still hasn’t given up weed, and seems to have lost all desire to. I abstained from his offers of a bong (I used to be quite a heavy toker, but realised that it was doing me, my work and my relationships with those close to me a lot of harm). For the first time, it amazed me how much he forgets, and in such a short period – he had to fix his sound card, and forgot the model, then kept forgetting what he was actually doing. It was a bit disturbing, did I used to be like that? In any case, I had a good time and drank a few brewskis, chatted about crap and watched some Frasier, my favourite TV show at the moment.

Having got back from Ben’s at about 4:00am, I didn’t wake up until gone midday. Didn’t really do much until 2 or 3 o’clock, when I decided to look at the vast amount of jobs available in Coventry – I found 2 to be mildly acceptable. Exchanged banter with Inn over Facebook, where she said that she would “Beat me up if I started calling her “Pox-eye”". I might just have to take her up on that. She’s taking her most recent bout of bad luck in her stride though – good for her.

Walked Molly in the evening before I left for my train. She’s far better off the lead than on it at the moment, and is a nice dog to walk with. Forgot her poop-bags though, oops. At least she did it in a place no-one is likely to step in. 

It’s been a pretty uneventful week, and apart from tasting some god-awful Nigerian cuisine from my new housemate Victor and feigning delight, nothing unpleasant has happened really. Sorry about that – this is turning into a bit of a boring blog. I’m sure something interesting will happen soon…

Problem of the day: None

Broke, bored and fed up

I woke up extremely late today, having spent most of last night chatting on VOIP to one of my mates over in the states before playing a bit of BF2142. Of course, this was made extremely difficult by the fact that i’m currently using a woefully inadequate graphics card – my X1950 is back for repair (again) due to a temperature issue. Dave, or “Hat” as we call him, is a good bloke – he granted me access to a few journals I needed whilst writing my dissertation. Don’t worry, my university has a subscription, but their access is dire and many links are out of date - so Hat wasn’t breaking any copywrite rules. It just made life much easier.

Problem of the Day #2: I need a job

Since finishing uni, these late nights and late mornings are getting more and more frequent. I need a job so badly – i’ll be moving back to Coventry soon to get one. I’m going to miss Wolverhampton though, i’m going to miss it a lot. But within a few months (hopefully) i’ll be renting my own place with my best mate, and going back and forth to some temple of boredom for 8 hours every day.  Looking forward to the cash, and the whole ‘New Life’ thing, but it’s all just to get a bit of money to do a graduate program in International Relations – it won’t be a career or anything. I love international politics, it’s just so interesting.

 

I feel really sorry for my friend inn. She had her heart set on going to the Download festival this weekend. Instead she’s broken out in chicken pox and, presumably, is feeling worse and more itchy by the day. She’s a great character, always seems happy – even when it’s clear that she is deeply troubled – and always makes an effort. Even so, this must have come as a real kick in the pants. I would have invited her down to Wolves for the weekend for a few beers and barbeques with the guys, but I also lack immunity to chicken pox. I wouldn’t really care about getting it if it weren’t for the *ahem* personal complications that can arise from adult males getting it in their twenties or later.

Well, i’m off to Coventry in a few hours to chill in the City of Peace and Reconcilliation. It probably wouldn’t be called that if the guy who gave the city that moniker had seen areas like Hillfields and Wood End, but still, it is a nice city. Outside of the city centre, Cov is so green and relaxing, and I just need somewhere like that right now. Wolves has been good to me, but it is nevertheless a rather grey and bland backdrop that tends to rub off on the lives of those who live here.

Just typing this has made me look forward to leaving Wolves behind, only to return for the occasional Poker night or Party with Rafe – my strange, bedreaded housemate. Roll on Coventry…