Work Work Work

Having just realised I only have two more days in the office between now and the beginning of September, I'm bricking it....literally.
Got a fair amount of planning that needs to be done. Ah well, I can carry on with some of this at conference next week.

ouch

my teeth hurt, i'm not too sure what is woring with them, i brush them everyday, most days twice, but yet they hurt, oh dear what a dilemma

Back to the grinder

Why did I ever decide to do this shitty course. I've got 6 three hour exams, i don't know of anyone with a worse timetable than that.
Oh well, cry me a river and all that, i've done 4, that means only 2 left, thats like one third, brilliant.
My last exam was last wednesday, my next is this wednesday, that left me with time off to do a bit of much needed partying, the only problem i'm having now is settling back into doing revision.
Why is it so hard for me, everyone always tells me i'm clever and that, why can't things just be that bit easier.
Oh well, I'll build a bridge and live under it - like a troll!

A first for everything

right guys, just got back from the pub and ui thought that I wouold leave the first drunken post on my much anticipated blog.
here u get to delve into the deeper inner thoughts of a drunk jon, and i apologise for any spelling mistaked that may occure!
not that much is on ,my mind to be fair, have had a really nice nite with jel, one of my good frineds from back home, and i am totally content with everything that is happening at the mo. i love u all, thanks for reading

Routine

I got the following thought from my brother Simon's blog (http://seekinganathema.blogspot.com). He was bitching on about his weekly routine, and that everyone easily slips into a routine, forgetting what they really want and rather than pursuing dreams, just following a routine.
This is something that scares me, I get pissed off by the routine of 15 hours of lectures at university, what am I going to do when I get to a work environment.
I have dreams and aspirations and my deepest fear is that I will forget these dreams and fall into routine too easily just because its the 'done' thing.
If your reading this and your not happy where you are, do something about it. Its pointless sitting at your desk everyday and bitching about your job if your not going to be proactive in changing your situation.
No-one can take your dreams away from you - never let them!

The brothers three

As most of you probably know I am the youngest of three brothers. Nick (http://learningtowalk.blogs.com) has had his blog established for a while, and Simon has just gone against his luddite beliefs and set up a blog of his own. This can be seen at http://seekinganathema.blogspot.com I recommend this as a good read, he has a brilliantly sharp sense of humour and a very satirical view on modern society. Give it a click - it's definately worth doing!

You can now keep up with the brothers three through our mentally awesome blogs!

The weekend just gone

Isn't it weird how you look forward to something for a long time, and when it comes its gone before you know it!
The weekend just gone my bir bro Nick (http://learningtowalk.blogs.com) came to visit me as he was playing for Christians in sport. I had been looking forward to it for a while because we had never really socialised off home territory, and the pressures of home life often mean that we piss each other off.
When he came down at the weekend though, I had a great time. I think he'd be the first to admit that he's not had the easiest of times since Christmas, but now he seemed so much better. There was a smile back on his face, and that glint of mischief in his eye that was long forgotten about.
I'm glad to see he's back to his old way and I hope it can last!

2 and a half years???

Today is officially the day that me and my beautiful girlfriend Catriona have been together. I love her so much and just wanted to let you all know that.
I'm not gonna call it an anniversary, cause it isn't cause its 2 and a HALF years.
Over that time we've shared so many precious moments, too many to list, and I hope that we have many more ahead of us!

I know it's long, but please read - it explains a lot

The Beer Scooter

How many times have you woken up in the morning after a hard night drinking and thought 'How on earth did I get home?' And as hard as you try, you cannot piece together your return journey from the pub to your house.

The answer to this puzzle is that you used a Beer Scooter!

The Beer Scooter is a mythical form of transport, owned and leased to the drunk by Bacchus the Roman god of wine. Bacchus has acquired a large batch of these magical devices.

The Beer Scooter works in the following fashion:-
The passenger reaches a certain level of drunkenness and the "slurring gland" begins to give off a pheromone. Bacchus, or one of his many sub-contractors, detects this pheromone and sends down a winged Beer Scooter. The scooter scoops up the passenger and deposits them in their bedroom via a Trans-Dimensional Portal. This is not cheap to run, so a large portion of the passenger's in-pocket cash is taken as payment. Which answers your second question after a night out 'How did I spend so much money?'

Unfortunately, Beer Scooters have a poor safety record and are thought to be responsible for over 90% of all UDI Unidentified Drinking Injuries). An undocumented feature of the beer scooter is the destruction of time segments during the trip. The nature of Trans-dimensional Portals dictates that time will be lost, seemingly unaccounted for. Which answers your third question after a night out 'What the hell happened?'

With good intentions, Bacchus opted for the REMIT (Removal of Embarrassing Moments In Time) add on, that automatically removes, in descending order,those parts in time regretted most. Unfortunately one person's REMIT is not necessarily the REMIT of another and quite often lost time is regained in discussions with other users over a period of time.

Independent studies have also shown that Beer Goggles often cause the scooter's navigation system to malfunction thus sending the passenger to the wrong bedroom, often with horrific consequences.

With recent models including a GPS, Bacchus made an investment in a scooter drive-thru chain specialising in half eaten kebabs and pizza crusts. Another question answered ??

For the family man, Beer Scooters come equipped with flowers picked from other people's garden and Thump-A-Lot boots (Patent Pending). These boots are designed in such a way that no matter how quietly you tip-toe up the stairs, you are sure to wake up your other half.Special anti-gravity springs ensure that you bump into every wall in the house and the CTSGS (Coffee Table Seeking Guidance System) explains the bruised shins.

The final add-on Bacchus saw fit to invest in for some scooters is the TAS(Tobacco Absorption System). This explains how one person can apparently get through 260 Marlboro Lights in a single night.

PS: Don't forget the on-board heater, which allows you to comfortably get home from the pub in sub-zero temperatures, wearing just a T-shirt.

loose end

Had my first exam yesterday as many of you know. Went really well and I chilled out last night had a few beers and watched the football. My next exam is on saturday, but again i find myself at a loose end.
I feel I've treied everything, the library, my bedroom, the living room, a friends house - but I just can't find an environment where I actually feel as if I want to get work done. This is worrying, Saturday is going to be one of the hardest exams, but still that is (apparently) no motivation for me.
Oh dear, any advice anyone?

first exam

alright, I'm lying in bed with the old wireless keyboard tapping this out and writing random comments on the blogs of my brothers friends. Anyone would have thought i had not a care in the world as I occasionally flicked over to the BBC website to see what's in the news, i swear, that website is layered, everytime u go back there is something new. But no, I do have a worry in the world it is the first exam of my proffessional university career tomorrow, this is no first year exam, this one actually counts towards my degree.
Instead of looking over my notes i'm sat here admiring my new do in the mirror - what is wrong with me.
Honestly, i need some fricking motivation otherwise this could all go to pot!
NOOOO now i'm gonna be ages trying to find where the phrase 'gone to pot' came from, damn my mind and its crazy pathways!

shaved what?

I shaved my head last nite, so far I've been compared to matt lucas on more than one occasion, and that ugly woman from wife swap last nite.
I say yah boo sucks to all those people and throw this one in the mix.
I look like that guy from prison break, only less tattoos and SEXIER

twenty something

Here I am again to share some wisdom with you guys and let you have a peek inside my head and witness the strange goings on!
I was today sitting at my compter, trying to revise, playing some poker, watching some lost, doing anything but revision pretty much. The thought popped into my head that i am officially a 'twenty something' - how cool is that. I bet that makes mum and dad feel old, their 'baby' is a twenty something.
It got me thinking 'what is there left?' Everyone talked about being 21 and how that's the point where you grow up, almost as if after your 21st birthday you wake up (with a mental minging hangover) and you're an old man, responsible, mature, receding hairline and a few more hairs on your chest. I don't want that to be the case, I'm still young, I don't want to be responsible or mature, but in reality I have to be. I suppose in the eyes of the law I've been responsible for myself since i was 18, no longer can the headmaster call my parents in for a meeting over writing an e-mail concerning an 'erection inspection' from someone elses account. Do that in the environment i'm in now and consequences could be life altering.
There's (hopefully) plenty of my life left, plenty of laughs to have. I've got to get married, have the children that I so want and watch them grow old. Being a twenty something is cool - I'm in the real world now and responsible for everything i do (except finances - thanks mum).
Bring it on life - here i come!

"With my underwear in my hand and an indomitable will in my heart, I head out into the world. I too want to become 'something'." - Adolf Hitler (before he went crazy)