Wednesday, 14 April 2010

Deleted.

An indiscriminate combination of:

  • "I don't really like you" 
  • "We never really talk in real life"
  • "We never really talk in the virtual world" (or a combination of both)
  • "We haven't attempted to converse in the longest time" 
  • "I haven't spoken to you in years (and quite frankly, would like to keep it that way)"
  • "Our wall conversations never really expanded beyond 'Happy Birthday'" 
    are the reasons why at this time of writing, I have at least 100 less Facebook "friends."

    Some of the deleted were closer than others (and some of the "friends" were mere fan pages). Either way, I have grown weary of the numbers game. I'm pretty certain there are a few more that can be deleted too, but in time.

    Don't take it personally though, you neither miss me nor have a genuine interest in my life (and the feeling is mutual.)

    If you do feel hurt, I assure you, the feeling of indignation will be short-lived.

    -Chokobo-

    Monday, 1 March 2010

    Refreshed

    I guess all that was needed was my long overdue return home.

    Seeing my family, old friends and the haunts I've grown up with, in addition to embracing the form of socialising I have longed for in so long, has seen me wake up with a genuine smile on my face for the first time in ages.

    I hope this translates into renewed enthuasiasm for the push to the finish line.

    Onwards!

    Chokobo | チョコボ

    Wednesday, 24 February 2010

    Unsociable

    I'm beginning to feel incredibly unsociable in my life.


    Between simmering with unjustified resent for fellow students and only leaving the house for journeys to classes, the corner shop or (rarely) out of this city, I realise that I focus very little effort on actually being "sociable."

    To be frank, I have little desire to make any new friends out of students, since my focus is just on passing my exams and fucking off out of this student bubble. The version of being social that I envisage is hampered by two factors, the first of which involves my equating of socialising with (a degree of) alcohol consumption- I've given up alcohol in my first ever real attempt at Lent, not that I was a heavy drinker or anything. I can hack going to the pub and not drinking, as I have done on merely a handful of occasions even before Lent, but as far as bars and (my currently unfavoured location) clubs are concerned, being there without alcoholic beverage in hand is just a no-no.


    The second factor, as ever, concerns money, in that it is not fiscally viable for me to justify any regular expenditure on reaching inebriation, or even just having a light tipple. It's a convenient excuse I suppose, but when I realise that on a typical night out, I would spend as much as I do during my fortnightly food shop at Leeds city centre's market hall, I suddenly don't feel so bad for it. In addition to this, in choosing not to have a job this semester in order to concentrate on my work, I have even less means by which to socialise in that sense. It's not even just about being able to go out to drink either, as even regular trips to restaurants and the cinema are a big ask out of my bank balance.

    I guess I'm a little annoyed at me for allowing my lifestyle to come to this, though choosing to do a joint honours language degree was always going to require a bit more of my time, and not having any money saved prior to each semester was always going to be a factor.

    But then I do spend hours talking into the twilight hours with my housemates, in a way which simply would not be possible elsewhere. And I am not bound by the need to be out for it's own sake. I'm quite happy within my four walls, admitting and dismissing people at pleasure.

    I can't honestly say that I miss that lifestyle from three years ago, but I do miss having the freedom to choose to do it.

    Then again, I much prefer defining socialising on my own terms, in an environment where I can actually interact with a person I wish to talk to, as opposed to barely being able to hear them in conversation in a noisy environment.

    Suddenly, the popular definition of being "sociable" has become dubious.

    -Chokobo-

    Wednesday, 17 February 2010

    Academic success!

    Despite the Japanese listening total fail, I received 80 in my Japanese literature module and have got a conditional offer from King's College London. Huzzah!

    Thursday, 4 February 2010

    at the risk of slander...

    Japanese department fail!

    Friday, 22 January 2010

    And you thought England was cold...

    Exams are over, I have finally left my hovel of a room and I'm going to Berlin tomorrow, where the daytime temperature is -12 degrees. Yikes!

    Palpitations galore.

    So, I intended to have an early night tonight and within half an hour of closing my eyes, I jolt awake and am greeted with palpitations. Only God knows why I suddenly had a feeling of anxiety. I've had no obligations this week whatsoever, in fact, it could not have been a more counter-productive/non-eventful week, with the exception of my 7 hour stint at the pub on Tuesday, but that was purely down to catching up with an old friend who I hadn't properly spoken to in 2 years...


    I've attempted to re-arrange my room in attempt to try and distract myself since it was kind of getting messy and have opened my windows to let some much needed cold (and disputably "fresh") air in.


    I'm wondering if it is anything to do with the fact that my second and final semester of my life- in theory- starts this coming Monday and I'm beginning to think more and more about what the fuck is going to happen beyond graduation day.


    I can't really suppress the thought of it, and I am worried about what my classification will end up being. I've been trying not to think about it too much, but I had the misfortune of a certain somebody reminding me that I haven't done as well as I ought to have done in my time here- you know who you are. 


    I am hoping for some type of wondrous miracle this semester so I can prove to myself I'm not a complete retard, and that I will in turn not be condemned to a life of menial jobs.


    Pointless worrying about that now though, I need to get through the rest of today yet.


    I'm hoping not to waste today, as I have done the rest of the week. I need to stop regretting this though, since spending time regretting shit is what I've been doing for 3 and a bit years.


    It's time to move on and make do with what I have.


    Lord knows I can't ask for any time back.


    Chokobo | チョコボ