Freshers Fool

Quote of the moment:
"You wish to join the Sci-Fi society" - Costumed Jedi at the societies fair. Perhaps not.

I did, however, join the Film soc, plus RAG and the student newspaper because they're free. :D No Indie soc to be found... perhaps I went before they'd got out of bed.

I signed up for the OTC yesterday outside the "companies fair" which was a mix of hiring and deals, plus an HMV stand giving away posters which was the most popular by miles. I walked up to a uniformed girl who was eyeing up potential recruits and said "Where do I sign up?" which threw her quite a bit! Mwahaha... Unfortunately I have to parade at the barracks (20 to 25 minute walk) at 9am on Saturday for the selection day. How unhandy!

Sports fair is tomorrow: fencing, swimming (possibly), badminton (possibly) and rowing, which by some fluke seems to be the sport of choice for 2 of the small gang of neighbours I've been going out with this week. How handy!

My accomodation is pretty ok, apart from a broken underbed drawer ('fixed' by being screwed into place and the front taken off, since the unattached runner wouldn't actually fit into the gap) and a door latch that drops when the door is shut, potentially locking my keys in my room. My flatmates are all pretty quiet (apart from when trying to do late night munchies-induced cooking). There are three welsh and one english, all boys, called Richard, Jonny, Dai and Mauri(sp?). The last is, bizarrely, the english one! They're doing Civil Engineering, Maths, Physics and Chemistry respectively (obvious if you look at a campus map) so there'll be no idle arts students lying about the place :p

I've done most of my induction stuff, with only the IT and maths induction test tomorrow to go. Scary. My halls was networked over the summer holidays and only connected up gradually, house by house, this week, hence my lack of posting.

There was no need for Jim's dire warnings about females, since the only person I know who's done anything at all this week is the one with a girlfriend at home. SIGH. A girlfriend of 3 weeks, no less, since the night before she left for Liverpool Uni. I pity the fool.

I must be going - Jason Donovan is appearing at the weekly retro-fest union club night tonight. Essential stuff.

Pie slice out.

Will

To Boldly Go...

Quote of the moment:
The next time I blog, I'll be a fully paid up University Undergraduate, with all the debts, social problems and smelly socks that that entails. - Will T

What he said. His mum presented me with a copy of "Talk Tidy - The art of speaking Wenglish" to help me with the dialect of those Walesians from less anglicised places than Cardiff, which wull be most handy by thurr. 'nk 'oo.

In honour of the occasion, I have this:


Nabbed from the bizarrely named "Look At His Butt"

What can I say but...

N00 Year

Quote of the moment:
"Jim m8, I have a cunning plan..."

What with Prill m8 being in a touch of trouble with her rents and all and Jim wanting people to come see his flat, I proposed to him that we should have the n00 year gathering at Jim's bachelor pad. He has no flatmates (apart from his Alienware, which might demand the sole use of the second bedroom) and plenty of space, so we're in there, especially since he plans to get a huge TV. Ideal for gaming :D

Bloated Gloating

Quote of the moment:
"Out of my way, you fat turd!"

I got a little carried away playing Double Dash. Oops. Between me, Jimmy and Will T it was completed, however, before they left this yesterday afternoon. Hurrah! Thank'ee kindly, Rob matey.

Will T is officially odd(er than I'd previously realised) for eating Oat Crunch cereal with all the nuts and raisins carefully sifted out, WITH APPLE JUICE POURED ON. How rare!

Before they arrived on the previous day I pared my running time down to 10min 51s, which was as handy as a preloaded pie cannon.

Today I managed to achieve something by cashing my unspent travellers cheques just too late to make bank closing time, so I returned home particularly flush. How handy! Anyone for a wager, chaps?

Essex Vicky Is Dead... Arise, Brummie Vicky

Quote of the moment:
"Now in 2005, you can look forward to seeing Supergrass, 2 Many DJ's, Ian Brown, Bloc Party, The Magic Numbers, The Coral, The Ordinary Boys, Kt Tunstall and Motorhead." - Cardiff Union Ents page. Lolathon.


It's undeniable...

Prill's ginger. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing: redheads are fiery in bed, legend has it...

Vicky has finally departed for the University of Birmingham. Hurrah for me being able to use the car at last!

The most important news, however, is that while shopping for smaller jeans (size 36 Vans - score :D) in Freeport today I bought The Colour and The Shape for £5.

WHEEEEEEEEEE!

Oooooh... Look what I found looking at Foo Fighters stuff: Noise and Confusion. It's like a one day festival in the Millenium Stadium on Saturday the 10th of December. That's a week from the end of my term, but Vicky finishes the day before, so peeps might be free. I reckon I'll be going anyway!

Proper Bo, I Tell Thee

Quote of the moment:
"ARGH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" - Me, upon failing to get the 150cc All-cup Gold cup after a cruel twist of fate knocked me from 1st to 7th. Bah.

Le Will T is over 'spending time with Vicky before she goes'. For that, read Vicky is packing and yelling gossip through from the dining room while Will and I play Double Dash.

I was persuaded out for a run when Will arrived (in a driving instructor's car - shock horror!) since I needed to get up anyway. I ran an absolute blinder (compared to the the traditional out-of-puff shuffle) and finished the 1.5 miles in 11 minutes 9 seconds, a highly sexual 21 seconds under the Army test standard.

GABORA!

The Big Guns

Quote of the moment:
Still.. There are no FIT FIT fitties:P They're all too blonde and stuff. - Maybe you had to meet him, but for some reason all the US and Canadian chicks adored 'English Lee' (On the right below).


Still "too blonde and stuff"? :p

Also, for the benefit of Rob, there's Rachel in the red swimsuit.

Had an entertaining evening... Went to Aroma with Paddy, Hawwy, Rob, Jim, Fergie, Pete Vernon and Paddy's mate John. Everyone stuffed themselves at the buffet. Then hit the arcade in the bowling place and everyone was awed by John's immense DDR skills, honed on his mat at home. He actually had an audience of about 15 (including us). Impressive stuff. Got a pint, then chugged it (against Rob m8) before going next door to Chicago's.

Unfortunately the Grolsch burps combined with my straining stomach made me barf to release the pressure and when I emerged from the bogs I got escorted off the premises by a bouncer who thought I was slaughtered! How unhandy! I then walked home, thinking Vicky was still out with the car, only to be passed by her just as I got to the house. Unhandy again! However, my luck increased when Rob and Jim came to play on Jimmy's cube. Jim, the sneaky git, then ran off home leaving me with a tired and befuddled Rob m8. All in all a most random evening!

Just For Prill...

Quote of the moment:
"However I do not spot any fitties. Well, no fit fit fitties." - Prill m8 on my photos.


Mostly English counselors on a day off at Skinners Falls.

Better now, Prill m8?

A Photographic Trip Synopsis

Quote of the moment:
"Are you the real Will or the twin?" - Shaun from the Westmont climbing tower, encountering me on the Broadstairs high street.

I cba to resize the photos, partly because some of them have important detail and also I'm not wasting my time on something that could still be deleted. In chronological order:


My division of campers, the Rangers.


Me making a superb block in the GaGa court.


Near the start of a chaotic division-sized GaGa game.


The baseball game (followed by fireworks) on the 4th of July.


The boys side flagpole on the 7th of July (the Union Jack is mine).


The post-evening-activity fire from my first camp-out.


The fireplace, storage hut and 2 of the 3 tents at the campsite.


My hut, with mattress and mosquito net.


The winning lower camp 'sing'.


Jared, one of the kids in my bunk, in my rucksack on packing day.


Shaun and Kirstie, the other two climbing tower staff, in NYC.


Awesome upwards shot on the Empire State Building at sunset.


My dug and dammed filling pool at a spring in Shenandoah N.P.


Me upon my return, 2 stone lighter and beard-faced.

The Countdown Begins

Quote of the moment:
"Excuse me Mrs Poyntz, but I can't find my blue games socks and I've looked absolutely everywhere for them. - One of the terribly, terribly posh boys at Wellesley House.

I've just returned from Kent. Last night I stayed on one of the spanky new futons in the upstairs TV room/bedroom for Vicky/me. Sarah's the only one who gets her own room, since she'll be there the most. The house is actually about the same size as ours though, just with fewer, larger rooms. Both the formal downstairs sitting room and the TV room/bedroom upstairs are huge, plus my dad has a study the size of the sitting room here, complete with one door to the Housemaster's house and one to the boarding house, naturally.

On the shopping trip this morning I bought (on the parental credit card) a very important potato masher, a new pair of trousers and some new t-shirts which are a mere size L, because most of my current ones are rather baggy (both t-shirts and trousers). I also met Shaun, who I worked with on the climbing tower at camp, on the high street in Broadstairs. How rare!

I have discovered a handy Freshers Checklist to consult. It's overly huge but some bits might be handy.