It has been such a long time since I have actually been able to write or do any sort of challenge. Almost all of my assessments for this year fell within a month, with courseworks being followed by mooting and exams almost straight after. It is a miracle I managed not to have a breakdown. It is not just blogging that has taken a back seat: almost everything has. I haven’t been able to edit the videos I was supposed to to try to start up the YouTube channel properly and I haven’t made anything in what feels like forever. My original plan for challenges was to make up for all the weeks I have missed by doing doubles over the summer but that plan has fallen through now since I have less than 2 weeks of summer before I start my placement.
Anyway, I won’t waffle too much because my brain might just fizzle out. I finally got around to doing one of the challenges Fern suggested months ago. I will admit I was putting this one off given my usual aversion to clubs and other loud, crowded, hot places. I suppose I sort of did this challenge before when I was on holiday but it doesn’t really count in my mind, so I did it this week, starting straight after the end of exams.
I think this week has been one of the first times I have felt like a normal university student, and by normal, I mean: I went out on one of the big Nottingham nights out dressed up in a toga and that felt like an ordinary wednesday. I finally braved Ocean, which I had heard terrible things about, but I actually found the night was a good laugh. I mean… It’s kind of hard not to have fun in a toga type dress with a cape. I don’t know why I don’t dress like it more often.
The other two nights were less eventful. Both times I felt like sleeping more than going out but I went out and socialised like a semi-normal person. It is another successful challenge out of the way and now I can spend my last week in Nottingham not speaking to anybody and just playing games. I really hope my new expansion pack arrives for the Sims… I mean… I obviously don’t enjoy playing God with tiny people… Honestly….
I know I said I was taking a break from challenges until the end of exams but an opportunity presented itself and it felt like a waste to just ignore the fact I have successfully crossed something off of my bucket list. The list actually says ‘create a YouTube video’ but I meant to edit that to say ‘start a YouTube channel.’ Regardless of what the list says, I have actually crossed both off now. I had to make a video for the cinnamon challenge but that doesn’t really count in my mind.
I can’t really think of that much to say about the YouTube channel. I like gaming, I own a fair few games, I wanted to share the games with other people and I finally found friends who sort of had the same plan in mind. Originally, there wasn’t really a plan to start the videos this soon but it just sort of happened and I now have the first episode of us playing Slenderman up on my corner of the internet. I have a few other massively long clips to edit and upload when I sort out exactly how often I want/need to upload content. I have a lot of things I need to sort out eventually, like channel art and things like that but they can come later if the channel actually ends up being worth continuing.
Since I don’t have much to say today and my finger hurts*, I am going to leave you now with the first ever episode of the channel. Hope you enjoy.
*I am about 90% sure I have mouldy finger disease
I don’t think this challenge needs much explanation. I completed this challenge about 24 hours ago now, but I have spent the day rushing about sorting out last minute packing arrangements, traveling to our destination for the night and generally just stressing about travel.
The karaoke was something I hadn’t really planned on doing as a challenge, but my bucket list is a source of many challenges, I suppose. I can use them when an opportunity presents itself or I am really stuck for challenges. Friday night required a great many drinks beforehand. I do not sing in public at all normally and trying to convince people to sing required a lot of bribery with the promise of at least 3 bars beforehand. I think in the end, people tended to enjoy themselves. I have a segment for the end. Nuggets of wisdom #2. I learnt a great many random things last night.
Let me not waffle. I would have waffled but I managed to lean across the keyboard and replace everything I had typed with a string of ‘zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz’ which could not be undone. I am suffering from last night. I am urban Jesus but I am suffering the after effects of the night. Walking home barefoot was a bad plan but it was less of a risk to my health than wearing the shoes. I had already managed to slip over, give myself blisters and take out at least two of my friends. Not all too successful to be fair. At least the karaoke itself was a slight success. We did Don’t Stop Believing and managed to enlist a random guy into our group. He was strange. New best friend material right there though. I have at least one clip of our singing which I would put up but that requires actually finding my camera wire. I will upload it at some point though because if I don’t, Fern will murder me if I don’t. Fern, when you are reading this, I will put things up when I get back from Tenerife. Don’t fret, loser ~x.
One of the conditions to Fern helping me complete this challenge was that she had an honourable mention on here. So here it is… Honourable mention. Kidding. I really am grateful though Fern. I would have felt too awkward to do it on my own, so I am forever in your debt. I am obliged to both Snowball and Nambaggins too. Together we formed clearly the greatest band you will never hear of.
To quote Nambaggins. “that was the most exciting night of nothing ever.” It was strangely dramatic once we got back from our karaoke session. Original plan was to have a horror movie session with pizza. Got around to ordering the pizza at about 3:30 am and we were just trying to decide on a horror movie to watch… And all the power cut out and there were just alarms everywhere. I was pretty convinced the zombie apocalypse had hit Nottingham. I still couldn’t motivate myself to move. They could have eaten me and I wouldn’t care. The power eventually came back on and we had pretty much lost hope for the pizza. When we went to walk Snowball home at about 6am I suddenly got a phone call. “I am here.” I suddenly hung up and I had a minor hissy fit in the street and basically wimped out and held out until I was sure the pizza man had left. 2 and a half hours to deliver pizza. What the hell?! We didn’t even get any food. Sad times.
I think I have to give up on this post now. Had lots of funny things to write… Sort of lost them all when I left the post this long and had some drinks this evening. Advance warning now: I will be in Tenerife for 10 days so there is a very good chance I will not write a single post while I am away. It is entirely dependent on internet access though. I will try to find a suitable holiday themed challenge while I am away but there is a chance it might be a missed week. We shall see, I suppose. Let me leave you now with my nuggets of wisdom.
Nuggets of wisdom #2
- Wedges are awkward to wear if you don’t walk like a normal person. If you roll your feet outwards when you walk like I do, the way the heels are designed makes them a royal pain in the… foot. I nearly died… Multiple times. Pretty sure I looked a lot more drunk than I was. My clumsiness is not helped by heels. Note to self: always wear flats.
- There will always be someone on a night out who doesn’t have ID. Weed them out early.
- Don’t become urban Jesus. It hurts. Frozen feet are not fun. Puddles are though.
- Cutting yourself on a bar is both nearly impossible and apparently strangely achievable for me. I am not surprised though. It is more possible than cutting myself on a bathroom tap… I think I am cursed. The zombies have taken over my knee and my thumb.
This is the challenge I have been dreading the most. Fern obviously hates me and doesn’t want to use these challenges to help me develop as a person; she just wants to torture me and make me as awkward as possible.
I didn’t get off to a great start on the challenge. Being able to open the packet does always help. I also managed to fail to open the cutlery drawer the first time… I suck..
I had set myself 3 beakers of water just to be prepared. After my failure and Jet not being able to use my camera to begin with, we actually got started. We had had our argument about how much cinnamon to use before recording started so I ended up with a bigger spoonful than I would have liked.
When I first put the cinnamon in my mouth, it tasted weird but there was a moment where I was just wondering what all the fuss was about. And then… HOLY MOTHER OF CHRIST… The burning set in. It was like holy fire in my mouth. I don’t… I don’t know why I did it. I had been putting this challenge off because nobody would do it with me, but in the end, I just did it to save my eyebrows.
A few notes on the video:
First: Yes, I am in my pyjamas and my hair looks weird because I had just woken up from an unplanned nap and I still had wet hair when I fell asleep. A lack of makeup too means I am clearly not winning any prizes for looks tonight. I also got one hell of a double chin when I was debating not actually doing it. I was makign some weird noises and my voice sounds weird. I hate videos.
Second: My video editing skills are somewhat lacking due to the fact I haven’t made a video since year 11.
Third: Just… Don’t do it… I could still taste cinnamon for about 20 minutes, even after a very sugary cup of tea to wash it away.
The Science behind it all
(Thanks to FP for that)
Now… you can watch my challenge
This week was unnecessarily difficult, challenge wise. I have nothing against poetry; I actually quite enjoy reading it, but I have never had any particular desire to write poetry. I did try it this week though, and it just did not go too well. Let me show you my workings:
There was a young lady from Bath,
Who skipped down the scenic route path,
She ran through some grass,
And slipped on her ass,
I couldn’t think of a rhyme.
There was a young shoe maker’s son,
Who gobbled up pinecones for fun,
There was a young mouse,
Who lived in a house
All covered in breadcrumbs and cheese
Said the young mouse to his mother one day:
“Just one nibble, oh please?”
I don’t even know what I was doing. I struggle to think of enough words to write. I hate writing poetry without rhymes. I suck with iambic pentameter. All in all, starting this challenge at about 4am was probably not the best way of going about this. In the end… I got about as far as writing a haiku, well, technically two verses in haiku form.
I cannot write poetry,
It makes my head hurt,
Challenge difficult this week.
Why did I agree to this?
I don’t even know
To get out of work, maybe?
I think.. Maybe challenge a success? I don’t really know. I will stick to my strengths and not try to pursue a career as a poet. Maybe I will just go and be a bard in Skyrim instead. Totally the same thing, right?
Since my iPod just died, I can’t justify lounging around anymore, so instead of immediately rushing to go and do some work, I have rushed to the hidey hole that shelters my laptop in the day and it is time for my weekly challenge. Well, time to write about it anyway. This week is another week where I have just looked at the ideas and just not felt any sort of leaning towards any of them. Sometimes in a week, an opportunity just presents itself to do something bizarre and who am I to turn down something weird and wonderful? I am not even sure last night’s activities count as wonderful; they are just weird.
Pulling an almost all-nighter last night was, in hindsight, an awful idea. Monday is not exactly my favourite day of the week when I am running at full capacity. When I am running at half-speed, it is so much worse. It doesn’t help that I have just been sulking about my skin all day. The challenge did not exactly help that matter. Throwing what felt like pounds of make-up onto skin that is used to very little caused my face to have the skin equivalent of a heart attack. It’s all good though… You know what will help? More make-up to cover up the blemishes… Or a brown paper bag. Either works.
The evening started out sort of normal. I went into Jet’s room and we just started exercising. Belly dancing and then some circuit training which Jet eventually just quit on. It all ended up going about as well as you would expect with two people trying to do belly dancing in space nowhere near large enough. Post-exercise, the idea to start playing with make-up suddenly popped up and the decision to play with it suddenly formed and there began the all night antics. To begin with, it was just blue lipstick to go with the hats we had tried to wear for exercise. It wasn’t too bad to begin with… But…. It quickly escalated…. Really escalated. It did not actually stop after our first crazy makeover though. One time was just not enough. After the crazy artistic scribblings of makeup on each other’s faces, we decided that the best thing to do was to scrub it all off… And do it again… Even better. Personally, I think I looked glorious. Never looked better. Any guy would be crazy not to want me. Don’t you think? I think the manly bandit look of my second look really is the cherry on top of the crazy sundae that is me in a nutshell.
I think everybody should definitely wear their make-up like this all the time. Night’s out would be so much more interesting if people went on the pull like this. Personally, I prefer it to the orange foundation look that a lot of people* my age seem to go around rocking these days.
Well, on the note of orange people, I think I will wrap this up for now. I can’t think of much more there is to say about the crazy faces. I do actually have a recording of the second round of crazy and I will get around to putting that on my laptop and editing it into some kind of useable format at some point. Maybe. If I don’t decide I hate my voice too much.
*(I was going to say girls, but I have seen orange boys before too)
One last thing for you; just in case you are having a really bad day…
The original wording of the challenge on the list was: ‘Eat lunch with someone new.’ I didn’t really do this exactly as I had originally planned, but I suppose I still completed it. I actually went out for dinner on Thursday but I haven’t got around to writing anything for it until now.
Going out for dinner on valentines day? Sounds exciting, doesn’t it? Yeah.. It wasn’t that exciting. I spent the evening with Fern. It’s hardly how I would plan to spend the day… I would rather have been playing Skyrim. Fern, I know you will eventually be reading this… And I am not joking. I keed I keed, it was good fun. The burger was tasty. I have eaten dinner with Fern many times but dinner the other day was not just with her. I am only counting it because I had dinner with 4 other people I have never eaten with before. I had met 3 of them on occasion but the fourth person was entirely new so this definitely counts.
I don’t really know what else there is to write about this challenge. It was not the best dinner I have ever had. The food was good enough but I wasn’t in the best of moods that day or the few days before so the whole day was actually quite tiring and not as enjoyable as it should have been. It really is a shame, but it can’t be helped.
I have not been writing much recently because it has been really hard to motivate myself to write and I hate writing when I am not in the mood to because I feel like my writing dramatically decreases in quality. Right now, I should not be writing because I am in the middle of a dnd session. It is becoming slowly more and more ridiculous. Pissing off an overly-powerful vampire in character was probably not the way to go. I have just lost control of my character and now the creepy overly-attached half-elf bard is never ever going to leave. I had a stalker and now I have been dominated and made to spend the night with him.
‘Are you coming? Not right now, I mean to the lighthouse.’
The inn for the town is called the ‘wet fisherman’s wife’. It’s sort of hard to take it seriously when you get sentences like: ‘he entered the wet fisherman’s wife’ and ‘it was crusty on the outside but was clean inside.’
I am going to go back to being out of control of my character. I shall write again soon if I can.
I live in a house of all girls but recently the toilet seat keeps being left open. I had my suspicions that Jet was a man.. Either that or she is a woman who has perfected the art of peeing standing up… It’s obviously not because she had her boyfriend round to stay… It was clearly her.