i am still here

I know it has been months but my life has become busy beyond control and well I just couldn’t be bothered. It’s not that I hate you guys I am just not particularly fond of you... Notice my ability to warm to my audience.  

So yes back to the being busy I think it’s fairly self explanatory uni, work, sport, and drinking these are serious time commitments and don’t like to be crossed together. The other night I was coaching my team at whom just so happened to be playing at my uni on a Friday night. So I took this opportunity to force myself into a bit of an extra study session rather than going home between uni and coaching. I realise being at uni late on a Friday night is not exactly what the cool kids do but I convinced myself it wouldn’t be that bad.

After my last lecture I set myself up on a desk in the library feeling pretty chill confident in achievement and made a start on some maths. I am not going to lie I was in general fairly lost with what was going on with the numbers on my page but I pressed on and so the night began. Well I say that fairly liberally because I’d say I got about 20 mins in before I decided i was too hungry and went to get food. I convinced myself I would just go back after a quick snack and continue and this is where the story reaches its climax... I returned to a closed library...

Now if you have even been to uni on a Friday night I am sure you would understand but for everyone else (the general population minus me) there isn’t exactly a lot to do. I had hit a limbo point; spend 2 hours driving home in peak hour traffic or two hours killing time on my own in a quite dark mass of towering buildings. For the purposes of saving fuel I decided to press on and search for something, anything and discovered nothing.

After an embarrassing circling walk I decided to sit in the car and read my notes fearful of going to the sporting ground too early and being singled out as the strange guy watching junior sport with not affiliation to either team. Sitting in the car had its own risks because cars as I discovered are always parked near other cars. Other cars always have owners and oh how owners have some judging eyes. Apparently there is no reasonable excuse for just sitting in your car trying to read from the dim light of the street lamp.

So after being judged so severely in just one short evening I was fairly shaken but there was no way I was baking down on my brilliant idea to stay and study at uni. So this story unknown to all I claimed brilliance and never said a further word when it was finally late enough for me to go over and coach.

I know this is a particularly boring story but I just had to remind people I was still alive it’s easy to forget;

                cheerio folk... mf