Hold the line.

I had a terrible sleep last night.  I woke up at about 3:40 and lay awake for around two hours.  When I finally did fall back to sleep it only lasted a few hours and I was up and ready for my day by 9:30 - about four hours earlier than I have been getting ready in the last few weeks. 

I got the train into Wigan around 11 o'clock so I could collect the books I ordered last week.  In the delivery office I bumped into someone I recognised from school.  We had a bit of a chat about how ridiculous it is to expect people to be at home in the early afternoon.  I went along with it despite it being one of the very few times I've even left the house this summer.  All I could think about during the conversation was "sorry, what's your name again?"  I didn't ask though.  Instead I waited a few moments until I was given the books, at which point I said "see ya" and left; probably to go at least another few years before I see him again.  I managed to get on the same train home as I was on on the way to town. 

Back home I rang the number I'd been given to ask about a job delivering leaflets.  The phone rang a couple of times before going to voicemail so I sent a text.  Long story short they text back telling me to call in one day and they'll see if they can find anything for me.  Task for tomorrow I think. 

Now hopefully I'll get all night to talk to Liz because I love her. 

Like a rock, like a planet...

How has it been a week since I last posted a blog?

I read The Lost Symbol last week.  It was a nice change to see that 1) only America was in peril and 2) someone else had to sort it out.  A welcome relief after saving the galaxy countless times. 
I ordered the Mass Effect novels off (from?) Amazon last week and the postman came with them on Friday.  When I was still in bed.  So I missed him.  Now I have to go all the way to Wigan to collect them myself.  But that's OK. 

I also heard from Sean the decorator with news of a job.  It's not with him but he heard about it from his brother-in-law (I think) who says they're desperate to have people deliver leaflets.  Walking around on my own all day with little to no human interaction?  Sounds perfect.  I'll give them a ring tomorrow morning. 

Yesterday, just before reaching the end of The Lost Symbol, my dad asked if I wanted to go for a ride on the bikes to a pub called The Masons in Billinge.  They had been awarded some award and were having a free barbecue to celebrate.  It started to rain as soon as we set off but stopped not long after; at least until we got to the pub.  There was nowhere to sit inside because it was so full so we had to find half a bench out in the intermittent rain.  The whole experience was about as interesting as I've made this paragraph. 

Now it's Sunday and I'm waiting for breakfast and then I'm off to Grandad's and then to the cemetery. 

Little Mike got tickets for us to see Bad Religion in August at Manchester Academy 2 for less than £20.  Epic win. 

Now it's a little bit later on Sunday and I've just had my breakfast and I can hear my parents complaining about how rich and fat some famous American chef is. 

I like your face.

My parents went on holiday last week so Liz decided to spend lots of money on a train and come stay with me.  One day we went for a walk and to Wigan.  Another day we got the train to Chester, Liverpool and St Helens.  Another day we made banabar cake with the dodgy bananas that didn't survive the trip to see the rhinos the day before.  But more detail about what Liz and I did can be found here, in the second paragraph and in this video so I won't say much more about it.  Nor will I say much about what I've been up to since Liz went home because you probably had to be there to enjoy it. 

But you can only save the galaxy so many times before you realise that it's your actions that are putting it in danger; so I decided to watch some TV instead.  And by "TV" I mean internet. I watched the last few episodes of True Blood season 2 that I'd missed while I was at university.  Now I'm waiting for South Park to load. 

I was expecting "Sean the decorator" to ring up at some point in the week letting me know when he was going to give me some work experience and money but the call never came.  Not that I was looking forward to it at all but it did seem like a better way to get something for my CV than a real summer job. 

I just cut the "writing bump" off my finger with nail clippers.  It has been annoying me so much lately; I couldn't take it any longer.  I was able to cut more off before it started to hurt than I had expected. 

Results Day.

It is results day today.  Here are my results. 

Happy times for me today. 

Like a beacon in the mind of an ancestor.

My sleeping pattern still isn't fixed.  My forehead rash has mostly gone.  My oblivion character's journal has half as many entries as this blog after about 1/10 the time.  My life is awesome. 

Pretty much all I did between my last post and Thursday night/Friday morning was play Oblivion so I won't go into too much detail there (and that's also why there were no blogs). 

Friday was my last full day in Fylde 67/2/A31 so I spent hours and hours cleaning and tidying up and getting ready to come home.  My room wasn't too bad; nothing a few bottles of bleach couldn't fix.  The kitchen, on the other hand, was quite dire.  Now, I sort of understand the logic of not cleaning up while there are still people there to make a mess, but my flat mates had left it in such a state it was unreal.  Even the ones that left well before the end could have made some effort to make it less of a job for me.  The amount of food people had left because they couldn't be bothered taking it to the bins for me was ridiculous.  As fun as stories about cleaning kitchens are I'll let you use your imagination and just say that at the end it was pretty clean.  My room was spotless when my parents arrived yesterday.

My Aunt and Uncle also came just to have a look around the university.  My cousin wants to do maths when he finishes 6th form and with Lancaster being the best in the country after Oxbridge, and with me saying it's really good, he (or at least his parents) has been considering following in my footsteps.  Then I missed the part of the conversation about his antics at college but from what I gather he dropped one of his subjects and didn't even go to his other lessons and his parents didn't find out until parents evening at the end of the year.  So he's going to start A/S again in September and be a year behind where he could have been.  But he'll have to get his act together to get into Lancaster as no doubt the entry requirements will go up a fair bit now that we're so close to the top of the table. 

It's my mum's birthday today so I have to find the 14p card I bought from Card Factory and go out to the pub for a meal.  So just another Sunday at home.  Then I might have to go to the other pub and find out exactly what work I'll be doing for a decorator my dad knows.  Likely just steaming old wallpaper off and sanding down the wall ready for new wallpaper.  Or something along those lines.  Fun times.  But at least I won't have to speak to lots of people, I'll be getting paid and I'll have something more recent than 2006 to put in the Work Experience section of my CV. 

Since I'm at home and I've got access to the XBOX I've started Mass Effect again.  Oblivion can wait until the XBOX is far away.  I thought Mass Effect would annoy me when I started playing again but so far it has been loads of fun.  I'm level 10 (capped at 50) and I've only just become a Spectre.  When you become a Spectre the game starts properly, so I effectively got to level 10 before the end of the intro.