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4:30 in the morning I started work today!

I mean seriously, who isn’t asleep at 5am? Apparently nobody because we didn’t get any customers until nearly 6am.

I remember back in the day when being on an open meant you had to get up early. Now you’re just getting up in the middle of the night. And it’s dark for the first four hours which is wierd. Still due to ridiculous over staffing I was done by not long after 12 so it all worked out I guess.

With colds running rampant throughout wider society particularly on campus, last night’s podcasting suffered from the fact that almost everyone involved was either ill or had lost their voice.

Never the less we battled on and made some rather interesting shows including a long discussion about the potential of parodying jazz cafe with a slightly less clean focus 😉 . We also managed to get Fonze to speak at this one, mainly due to so many other people bailing so it’s worth listening to to hear him break his long time silence.

I went for a meal with my parents on Wednesday night. I mean, that’s like a thing to do when you’re really old isn’t it?

I was hoping it would result in a fairly reasonable night in terms of sleep given I left at like 8:45ish so I could get to Tesco for 9 but by the time I had shopped (including 38 litres of drinks 😀 ), got home, unpacked, had a shower it was like 11 and I still had a load of work to do which saw me into the early hours. Oh well, better luck next time.

It’s possibly the end of an era. The Crusader has closed down! No more pub quiz on a Sunday night 🙁 . At least for the moment, the pub is up for sale but it’s been up for sale for a long time and apparently built up quite a lot of debt while they were unable to find a buyer and so has now been closed down.

Every cloud has a silver lining however and this has been a bit of a catalyst for ideas as to what else we can get up to on a Sunday night. The quiz wasn’t that important, mainly because we lost every week, so maybe this is the start of something new.

As a result the first of our new ideas for night’s out was to go to Xscape in Castleford to shoot some pool. I’ve never been to Xscape before it is a fairly impressive place in terms of size and facilities (complete with a 24 hour Friday Saturday McDonald’s just over the road) and the pool was good, £4 an hour all you can play.

It’s a good enough replacement to fill the void left by pub quiz, we got plenty of conversation in as I hitched a lift down there with Zoe, came back with Rich and had a phone call with Scoj live from Ireland too. As usual Becky ended the night on the floor too. Fast times indeed.

I’m really struggling to keep up with my blogging at the moment. Not that I am not managing to do it but I have so many events to blog about that I haven’t got round to, I have drafts awaiting completion and other ideas which I really want to talk about.

I’m not sure sure why though, while my life certainly is busy, I’m not sure it is really any busier than it used to be. And I don’t think it’s apathy as I have been blogging on a regular basis regardless. Maybe I’m just getting old and can’t quite justify blogging at 2am when I have to be up for work a few hours after?

Having said our goodbyes to Rich as people continued to drop us angry calls about not being at the union yet, myself and Liz headed up to Wendy House on Saturday. We didn’t have quite the group turn out we managed last month which was quite nice as we could actually keep track of each other (well, most of the time lol).

I also got chatted up by some random girl named Sarah which was annoying really as since then I’ve spent most of my time questioning whether I really am a man having stopped her when she started kissing me. In my defence, I was sober which, according to Zoe at least, makes it all ok.

Made it home a little earlier than last year and had KFC waiting for me when I did. Such a good decision 😀 .

The debate is back again, should I finally give in and move my alarm call back beyond eight o’clock?

As it currently stands my alarm is scheduled to go off at eight every day leaving me only a few minutes to jump out of bed, throw some clothes on and set off to work in order to arrive somewhere near on time.

This seems like the student way to live, none of this getting up with plenty of time to spare, just jump out of bed five minutes before your lecture and run for it. Am I really ready to move my alarm earlier and get up with plenty of time to spare? It just seems a little too much like giving in…

Last night, I filled up for less than £1 a litre!

While many of you will probably remember the days back when it was like £0.90 a litre (and the really old of you may remember when it was like half what it is now – along with the switching on off BBC2, the second world war, etc 😉 ), this is the first time I have been able to get petrol for under £1 since I started paying for it.

I wonder if all the companies that put their prices up due to “fuel price increases” will be dropping them back down again, lol.

So my boss is trying to bully one of my colleagues into quitting. I mean, what are you supposed to do in that situation?

Not to mention the fact that it’s gone 1am and I’m still up working and I still have loads to do and as usual I have to be up early for work tomorrow. I hate going to bed because as soon as you close your eyes it’s the next morning, you feel awful because you were up all night working and you have to get up.

It’s a good job I don’t want to do anything but sit here and work I guess as it’s not like I have any space to move in my room as all my stuff is on the floor after my Ikea draws fell to pieces because all flat pack furniture is a pile of shit. I mean what the fuck are you supposed to do with a set of draws you can’t put items in? I’ll post some pictures of what happened when I get round to it.

I did manage to fit in a quick budget calculation over lunch to find out that even though we’re half way through the month I’m already massively over budget so any hope of having some money to go out with on my birthday is long gone.

And how the fuck did I reach 22 anyway?

While myself and Zoltan were sitting around in The Terrace last week, RAG came round selling tickets for speed dating and being tired of his moaning about being single I decided to sign him up, which of course meant I had to sign myself up as well.

After all, it’s a fantastic opportunity. 3 minutes to chat to 20 different people about A-Soc, what more could you ask for? I managed to get it into quite a few conversations and Zoltan even had a conversation about it with someone who had already talked to me so that was a nice little double team 😀 .

Less importantly (because let’s face it, it isn’t more importantly as I was going to start this paragraph with :p ) Zoltan seemed to have fun so everything worked out for the best. It was actually quite a lot of fun, you don’t really have time to get bored of someone or run out of things to say because you’re only there for a few minutes and you’re bound to find a few people you really have a good conversation with unless you’re an especially boring person. Plus it’s another thing to tick off my things to do before you die list.