I forgot what I didn't miss..

Two weeks since I've arrived back up north and quite frankly.. it's killing me. You don't realise what you didn't miss until you recap on the antagonising things you were glad to get away from in the first place.

As much as I love my mum she's a hypocrite. She can't stop moaning, it's like she's making up for the time I've been away and catching up. I clean up after myself and stay out of everyone's way but she still finds a minor problem and exaggerates it to an extent you just laugh and walk away which in my mum's case makes matters worse.

There's been a number of cases where she's made clear mistakes, where she can't come clean and hold her hands up and say..I'm sorry.. I'm wrong. Instead she'l put the blame on someone else (meaning me) and in the end start screaming at the peak of her voice.

Not a single penny I've asked of her or my step dad but they still consist of nagging at me. Fair enough I could have got a job for two weeks but that's it.

I've had no motivation to do anything at all. The first was top, I was overwhelmed to see my old friends and we partied a fair bit. Now that's over it's just back to old feeling of this depressing lifeless town. A constant relish of negative attitude towards meaningless things bores me.

I stay in bed until mid day at least. Get up. Eat. Play my xbox. Watch Television. Sit on facebook. Then end up at the pub at night. Wow.. if somebody was telling me that' what they had been doing within the last week I'd advise them to sort out the life and do something creative.

I can't wait to go back down south. I love the feeling of being responsible for the first time in my life. The feeling knowing your parents are at a distance and have no power of you at all.

Alex why are you so Cool?

Mr Cool, Alex Cool..

Yes Alex you are cool, and your birthday was cool as well. Lending money of the birthday boy.. That's what i did, cheeky isn't it, but he insisted i come out! £15 did the job though, few cans at Alex's then scrapping out the silvers in spoons for the Jagerbombs. Mr Cool wandering off by himself doing sneaky shots on tequila (the most disgusting shot ever invented) Mad geezer!

Boogie, packed as normal on a Monday with drunken students. Great i think. Dancing a group as always. Chuckling at the state Cully was in. Tanning the apple sourz at the bar. Always fun i guess, letting a 28yr old women buy you drinks all night is embarrassing but yet rather amusing. We wont go into what happened after the lights came on in Boogie, but it was a dammmm good night.

Woodcote Lightweights..

Udens Party..

What started as a few casual drinks resorted in me, Alex and Kellie trekking to a pub to inquire about buying alcohol to take back to this party due to all shops being closed. Alex flashing the cash payed of course having his loan the most recent.

Silly, silly things happened that night like.. Telling the campus officer " I'm a homeless student on crack " Good one Ju. Ah well it was all shits and giggles until the party was abandoned.

Little things made me chuckle such as Uden hiding in his room when the campus officer came acting like the good boy, Oh Uden! Taking the piss out of last years students names from the letters. Getting chased by Alex with my penis out? Sounds bad i know. Me being northern and stupidly drunk i decided to urinate outside and Alex decided it would be funny to run after whilst in the middle of it. All in all a great night boys.

Since Epsom arrived there have been a fair few good fucking night's out lads and lady's. Yes??

Pub Golf..

None of us hardly even new each other sober never mind drunk, so i was really looking forward to seeing the inner selves of these guys.

Me being me turned up late missing out on the first two destinations, therefore having to neck a sambuka, glass of white wine and a full pint. Nice one, but seeing Alex Cool having to do the exact same thing made me feel slightly better on the approach of the night. The conversations were dusty, it mostly handshakes and greetings which i personally hate with a fucking stupid name.

Round 1..

Ready for Round 2..

Matt Tansley.. what a hero. There's always one ain't there. That one who thinks he can handle his drink a tad more than the rest consuming needless vodka shots during the game. We were going to get drunk anyway yer? Never the less it made the night a shit load funnier witnessing him crawling along Boogie Lounge floor and rolling around outside with his pants down to his ankles. Call me whatever, but him being gay made it a hell of a lot funnier lets all admit it.

Wow..I love your accent

I don't know where's home anymore. Twice I've been home since August and each time i feel out of place and cheeky if i don't ask to use something, But Epsom? It hasn't quite settled in yet, awkwardness is a regular feeling in Victoria place. Maybe it's the change of friends because oh my.. there's a huge difference between the Journo boys and the good old northerners. I think i just need to change my attitude slightly towards aspects that will benefit me.

Compare these two photo's and you can clearly see the difference. Yes? I thought so. On the right- Checkered shirts, physical contact, blurring from the movement, you get it. I don't think they've ever heard of a casual drink. As for this cool bunch on the left are starting to calm me down bit by bit which is a relief i guess? Although i love these boys on the left to a degree i can't describe, I'm fucking glad a got out. Not to say there dragging me down just there comes a point in life where you start to grow out of that stuff and look at the bigger picture.

The Day I Left Home..

An emotional day one could say, but never the less a fresh start i'd been waiting a long year for. The nervous journey from Cheshire was uncomfortable but exciting. Arriving in Epsom around 4ish we unloaded the van only to find my bed couldn't fit up the stairs..great start. House mates were welcoming as i expected, mother was very chatty showing off our dog to the girls. Sister Lucy was helpful as was Paul.

A family walk to the the town centre picking up bits n' bobs before they left. Tears from my sister but none from mother which was a supprise i guess. I showed no emotion at all, in fact i gave the impression i wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible which i kind of regret.

I feel as if i have a point to prove to my family, showing i am capable of living on my own and taking matters into my own hands, being responsible for myself.

Later that evening pretty much focused on learning more about one another in the house, involving drinking of course (it always helps.)