The Birthday

I can't believe I haven't blogged in 10 days. All the work and college and laziness is getting to me, and it means that blogging frequency has, sadly, reduced. Anyway, if you couldn't tell by the title, today is my birthday (great day to do the blogging thing again). Now I'm not very big on birthdays, as in all honesty it's just another day to me. I don't know why some people decide "Oh I'm 18 now, I'm all mature blah" I mean really, maturity is a state of mind. After all I'm 18 and I have the mind of a 10 year old. YOLO. I find it particularly annoying when someone asks me what I want, as I usually don't want anything anyway, but of course because of Arab genetics my automatic response to that question is money. And barrels of oil.


The day started off with me being woken up at 12 AM as my friend was calling me. I was asleep at the time, and usually when I wake up I am quite blind, so I immediately hung up thinking it was an alarm. I feel rather bad about it now though, but hey, I need my beauty sleep. So of course, after all that confusion, I returned to sleep...


Later during the day, I was on the train heading to college and Randy got on (this rarely happens, so we spent several seconds in silence cherishing the moment), and we started talking about how we need to get down because it's Friday. You know about that Rebecca Black song. Anyway, we got to college and went our separate ways after meeting Chris, who looked like a spare member of One Direction today, as I headed to chemistry while the black man went to maths.


Chemistry was...interesting. I went in with Chris while were talking about ANALysing and ANALogies. Chris has literally corrupted me so much, and the worst thing is he has that effect on everyone. I remember the times when Randy wasn't so sexually frustrated, but then Chris came (lolol) into the picture and now Randy is just, well, randy. So back to chemistry, Jasmine kept talking to me about how I'm 18 and asked me if I feel any different. While talking about all of this, I actually did chemistry work because I need to learn it. I actually got something right too, woooo!


After chemistry me Fraz and Chris were talking about World of Warcraft (inb4 nerds) when Graham came along and just inserted himself into the conversation. After about 10 minutes, Chris realised he had biology and so he ran upstairs, but returned a few seconds later because he was scared that his teacher would own him in front of the class for being late. What a noob eh? After that shebang me, Fraz and Randy decided to walk Graham to the bus stop as he didn't want to be alone, and on the way there we were talking about proteinz and aesthetics. I swear when you put me, Fraz and Graham within the same area a conversation about aesthetics will always ensue.


We left Graham as he got on his bus, and Randy went to the upper refectory while me and Fraz kept talking about life. Then Fraz's mandem arrived so I left to find the black guy, who gave me the best birthday card ever. I love you too Randy. <3 No homo ofc... Strangely enough it was also the only birthday card I got. I mean I know people hate me, but geez I didn't think it was that bad. :(


Maths was next up on the list, and it was possibly the strangest maths lesson I've had to date, and I've had some pretty strange experiences. The big black man almost gave me beats, but I convinced him otherwise because we're homies. It's good being black. Either way, my birthday was made public during maths thanks to the D-man, who said that when it's a students birthday balloons appear next to their name on the register. He then showed the whole class, who started to sing happy birthday in the most unenthusiastic tone you'll ever hear. It was so embarrassing, I literally wanted to curl up into a ball and hide under the table. I appreciate the sentiment though, so thanks guys. <3


After maths, I was with Randy who kept obsessing about some girl in the year below us who was standing at the end of the atrium. I was scared, both for the girl and Randy's mental health. She then proceeded to leave with some people, and Randy *conveniently* decided that this was an opportune time to go home. So we walked about a cars length behind them, and gave the girl the codename of Lisa, which was inspired by this picture:

We got to the station, which "Lisa" also conveniently was headed to, and Randy wanted to get on the same carriage, but I said no no no. So that was the end of real life stalking, although Randy was telling me about this one time he followed someone to their station. What a stalker.

We departed the train at my station and proceeded to go to my house, where Randy decided to stalk the girl on facebook, and actually found her. Funny what a black guy can do with a first name and the internet. Of course at this point I should mention that Randy doesn't come to my house to visit me, it's because he loves my mum's cooking. *Sigh*

TV shows were needed to be watched, so first off Randy made me watch the first episode of Grey's Anatomy, which I must say looks quite good. Then we watched House, which was awesome as usual, and then I watched Dexter, as Randy fell asleep because he's just not on my level. Poor guy got woken up by my brothers who are absolutely relentless, and they almost suffocated him with the cushion he so loves.

So after a lot of banter, where I think my mum threatened to kill someone, Randy went home, and that was the end of an eventful day. Huzzzah! I do however have one little story to share with you. About a year and a half ago, my mum made cake for my brother's birthday, which was the next day, and put it in the fridge. Everyone then went to sleep because they're all noobs, but I of course stayed up. As we all do, I got hungry so I ventured down to find some food, and to my surprise and utter delight I found a massive cake in the middle of the fridge, so I got a fork and took the plate. I ended up eating three quarters of the cake, and then I went to sleep. The next day I woke up and my mum told me that it was my brother's birthday, which I actually didn't know. So she went to get the cake and surprise, most of it had magically disappeared. I told her you can't just leave cake lying around like that, and then ran away.

This blog post took me ages to write, so I hope you enjoyed it. Bai bai. ^__^

The return to my breadbins.

So I'm sitting here casually eating a carrot, and I remember that I haven't blogged in a while, so hi everyone! It really has been ages, last time I blogged was about two and a half weeks ago. Sadly throughout the Easter holidays there wasn't much to blog about (surprise surprise). After all, I was meant to be revising, however I must be honest and confess that I began obsessively watching House after downloading the first six seasons. That show is actually amazing! Hugh Laurie is awesome. So yeah, I spent my holidays revising and watching House...mostly watching House, admittedly. Of course, I've realised that I really need to start revising properly, and there's about a month and a half until my first exam. Oh how time flies. -_-


I thought I'd tell you a little bit about my philosophical Saturday first of all. Basically I had spent an all-nighter doing physics, or I tried. It went from 2:30am to 6:30am, and I would have started earlier but Truc kept distracting me on twitter, as we were talking about how we never knew that Eastenders was on from 12am for 2 hours on Saturday. Procrastinating for the win. Anyway, with the assistance of two mugs of coffee, I managed to achieve my goal of completing my all-nighter, only to realise that later during the day I couldn't do any work because I was far too tired. So that didn't go as planned, but I did learn three very important philosophical things, and these were:
1. Trees grow from the ground.
2. Sliced bread is more useful than unsliced bread.
3. I look like a burglar when I'm wearing a hat.
Ah yes, that was a very productive day indeed. 
For some odd reason which I cannot explain though, I haven't been feeling the same for the past week. It feels like all the happiness has been sucked out of me. It's so annoying. God damn it I want my old self back. :/

I feel like this sometimes. Oh Doctor House. <3

Anyway, ever since going back to college, there's suddenly more to blog about! And I didn't blog about yesterday, so I'll try to talk about what happened yesterday and today.
My first lesson on Monday was physics (who doesn't love starting the day with physics? /sarcasm), where I finally saw some of my homies (yeah I call them homies. It's coz I'm black you see) for the first time in over 2 weeks. As expected, everyone's holiday was a hell of a lot more interesting than mine, but I found out that most people didn't revise too much which made me feel a bit better. We went into class and the lesson (if you could call it that) started. A little while later, Fahad walked into the class slightly late which prompted me to say, "Fahad, you bitch!". Apparently it's not acceptable to call someone a bitch when you see them for the first time in two weeks. Who knew? :/


After Physics, we went to maths, where we got our FP2 mocks back, which were absolutely horrendous. I got 45/75, and Graham got 55/75 (that bastard). Kathryn, as usual, was raging about something or other, and made us all change tables.


When maths finished, I had no lessons until 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and so I went with Tom and Charlotte to Hornchurch, where we went to Greggs, and they were playing Mexican bandit music there (or so I'm told). Then we headed back to college, went to form, and then we grouped up again and found Hericka. This did not last, sadly, as Tom took Charlotte to chemistry revision, and so me and Hericka walked around, and looked for Randy after a while. Turns out he wasn't in (which I had feared already), but through our travels we had come across Bradley, and me and him started talking about dumb people who cannot work out 1+1 watching The Big Bang Theory and saying it's really funny. Lolwut? Noobs.


I headed to chemistry at 2, where nothing interesting happened, except I got the mock I did back...which shall never be spoken of. Chemistry finished, and I spent an hour talking to Fraz, Arsalan and Truc. Then I went home with Nemo and Truc (who had initially left us -_-).


Then it was Tuesday. Of course, I start late on Tuesdays, but I always go in early anyway, to try and get some work done. Strangely enough, I have a habit of finding someone to talk to and I completely ignore my work. I need to be more disciplined I swear. Me and several people started talking about prison rape, which somehow went onto the British Empire...strange conversation that was.


I had the D-man for my first lesson, where we got out FP4 mocks back. I got 60/75, and Graham got 50/75, and so were on even terms in terms of marks...FP3 was going to be the deciding factor, or the integrating factor as Graham put it (gotta love maths jokes eh?). After maths we had lunch, which I spent with Tom, Charlotte and Graham talking about many things, most of which I can't remember because I have a terrible memory.


Next was maths again, where we got our FP3 mocks back...I got 64/75 (which I was disappointed with, as I thought I did better =[), and Graham got 66/75. The bastard beat me by 2 marks overall. >.>


Physics was up next, where me and Tom had quite an interesting debate about religion, stupid people and North Korea. I think. I also stole Nemo's hat, which apparently made me look silly according to Arsalan and Tom. Pfft haters gon' hate. After physics was done, I waited around a little while in the atrium with some people, who then left me (again. I actually have this suspicion everyone hates me), so I was alone for some time. Then I left, met Fraz, Truc, Lisa, Arsalan and their mandem, and I went home on the District line with Arsalan and Truc.


I hadn't quite realised how much I wrote, or how long it took me, but it is after all my first update in ages, so I hope you like it (if you read it) ^_^. I'll leave you with this quote from House: