Yes it is the time of the year where their seems to be a collaboration of strong emotions from various individuals. What I mean by this, is when going out, or anything, you will find that the people you come in contact with will either be strongly seasonal, cheery and happy. Then there is the opposite which is annoyed, grumpy and rude.
What makes a good blog post? and what do you all like to read from my posts? that is what the questions are that are rumbling around my head, like 2 soft balls in a bowl. Well as far as I am aware, the rants and the inclusions of people in my rants is what people want to hear, or thats what I think. I would like to halt my rants for a moment, and just quickly state to you, if you have not met me, I am not as miserable as I sound on here. Probably the opposite, I guess it's because I leave the ranting to my posts instead of in person.
Whats going on James?
Well, to tell the truth reader, other than what you have just read, and what you are reading now, there is not much news to state from my end that includes work or University work. As stated in one of my previous posts, I am at the stage of University where I am soaking my brain in entertainment and putting my head at ease for a couple of days, and to not think about work. So there is not much to report, so this blog post is going to be my giant christmas and new year message to all that I can think of in my head right now, so lets begin:
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO:
Abigail Armstrong
Kenneth Barnett
Dave Collins
Alex Thornthwaite
Sunshine Kwak
Henry Gorse
James Chew
Marcus Bonnick
Jeff Lewis
Chris Foskett
Lewis Carter
Stevie Greaves
Hannah Louise Foley
Laura Beardmore
Sarah Corkhill
Samantha Harrison
Colm Melarkey
Lee Pritchard
Carly Barnes
Charlotte Williams
Dr Dan Barrat
Andy Cotterill
Steven Maddox
Danny Wright
Mike Bond & Pete Bond
Has Shah
Dave Jones
Danny Walker
Lee Simmonds
Ashleigh Grey
Nicola Harris
Simon Wynne
Stephanie Ward
Phil Sinclair
Palmino Mercuri
James Dye
Sophie Lewis
Graham Probert
Gareth Jones
Jonny Hand
Joel Nicholson
Tom Holden
Kevin Walker
Tom Stubbs
Lauren Armstrong
Meghan Hinch
Ian Pybis
Nathan Rodger
Kathy Richardson
Melissa Rowland
Phil Hopson
Popescu Liviu
Roxy Bracher
Sarah Tuson
Sannah Maqsood
Sophie May
Stevie Adams
Aran Anderson
Maria Presdee
Matt Jenner
Mark Mederson
Richard Dimmock
Christopher Mason
Capt. Chris O'Neill
Dave Slocombe
Thats it, I can't think of any more off the top of my head. A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all USA readers and Russia readers too!
Weekly Changy
Tuesday 27 December 2011
Monday 12 December 2011
Satisfaction & Stress
Acknowledgment is a wonderful thing. When I post, I don't really know who reads it, I sometimes feel as if I am talking to nobody, but when knowing that some people actually read it, I feel good. These people have acknowledged to me that they have read it. So I would like to type whom so far I know definitely has acknowledged my posts.
Abigail Armstrong
Dave Collins
Kenneth Barnett
Alex Thornthwaite
Seon Kwak
Satisfaction & Stress. The two are very different emotions. I am finally feeling satisfied. A good and hard week for me. Typing this out.... it's so easy. You see, in my university work I have been busy typing up a lot of paperwork which I will recap to you.
I have finished:
1,000 word Annotated Bibliography
2,000 word Media Law Assignment
1,000 word Radio Production Evaluation
As typed in the previous blog post, looking and thinking deeply back to where I was and what I was doing a week ago (ish), I must admit I have pressed on with work. I am proud, but I am tired. I feel like a very slight weight is being placed above both eye lids. My shoulders, feel drained of blood and energy. My feet and legs, feel worn. My brain, most of all, feels tired.
Satisfaction.
I am feeling satisfied, to look upon the work and knowing that it is done, it has been checked and proof read, its been printed and its hand in forms have already been completed. All to do now, just go hand it in. If you have ever gone to hand some work in, have you ever looked around at others that are there to hand in work? there is a general sense of satisfaction and relief. You can see it on everyones faces. When thinking about the strains of essays, I mentally compare it as going through a physical test. Im sure the feeling of satisfaction after it is finished are the same.
Stress.
I am not really feeling stressed in all honesty. This section of the post is to do with work. If any of you have a job and have to work for the build up for christmas, you will know how I feel about it. Its tough, I look around and not many people are in the cheery christmas spirit, they are more stressed out because everyone else seems to be going out to get christmas stuff round about the same time as they have done. So when you have to deal with these types of people, you find that they are not very nice to you, this isnt the point though. The point is, you will find that it is not just one person. It is the majority. If you are reading this and you do not have job then god love you.
Abigail Armstrong
Dave Collins
Kenneth Barnett
Alex Thornthwaite
Seon Kwak
Satisfaction & Stress. The two are very different emotions. I am finally feeling satisfied. A good and hard week for me. Typing this out.... it's so easy. You see, in my university work I have been busy typing up a lot of paperwork which I will recap to you.
I have finished:
1,000 word Annotated Bibliography
2,000 word Media Law Assignment
1,000 word Radio Production Evaluation
As typed in the previous blog post, looking and thinking deeply back to where I was and what I was doing a week ago (ish), I must admit I have pressed on with work. I am proud, but I am tired. I feel like a very slight weight is being placed above both eye lids. My shoulders, feel drained of blood and energy. My feet and legs, feel worn. My brain, most of all, feels tired.
Satisfaction.
I am feeling satisfied, to look upon the work and knowing that it is done, it has been checked and proof read, its been printed and its hand in forms have already been completed. All to do now, just go hand it in. If you have ever gone to hand some work in, have you ever looked around at others that are there to hand in work? there is a general sense of satisfaction and relief. You can see it on everyones faces. When thinking about the strains of essays, I mentally compare it as going through a physical test. Im sure the feeling of satisfaction after it is finished are the same.
Stress.
I am not really feeling stressed in all honesty. This section of the post is to do with work. If any of you have a job and have to work for the build up for christmas, you will know how I feel about it. Its tough, I look around and not many people are in the cheery christmas spirit, they are more stressed out because everyone else seems to be going out to get christmas stuff round about the same time as they have done. So when you have to deal with these types of people, you find that they are not very nice to you, this isnt the point though. The point is, you will find that it is not just one person. It is the majority. If you are reading this and you do not have job then god love you.
Friday 2 December 2011
Close Your Eyes, And Everything Is Slower
That is the best description as to what I am feeling about my situation right now. I close my eyes, and when I think deeply about approximately everything, it does feel like it is a slow left to right pan of events and memories depicted in still pictures. So many things to do and so many things to think about, I do feel like my head gets bigger sometimes when it has to remember more things.
This week has been particularly busy. I have been powering on with University work that I can best describe as like me attempting to run a treadmill whilst tied to weights on each leg. It feels like a big mental block/object that takes up a lot of my head. Once completed, I will be able to remove this block and my head will feel lighter, and I will be able to soak it in entertainment, Im sure this is felt the same for most students.
I won't lie, University work has been colourful, challenging, but none the less, educational and enjoyable. If you are reading this and you are on the same course as me, or just taking the same modules as me, Im sure you must think that is a bit geeky of me, which I admit, it kind of does sound like that.
I state this fact because I often reflect on what I was and what I could of been if not deciding to pursue going to University. It scares me in honesty.
So reader, this is what apart from that, there has been other events for me that have happened in this week. As Im deeply thinking about the occurrences of this week, I think I am going to finish off what I want to type about University. The only real practical work that has been accomplished for the autumn semester has been Radio Production, which strikes me as a bit odd, seemingly because my course is labelled 'Media Production'. James Chew, Marcus Bonnick and myself have also been what I like to label in person 'beastin'' out on the practical work. Three well lit sparks pool together to make one unified beam of natural creative sparked light. That, is, us three, as a group, in a descriptive sentence.
Enough of University. This week for me, I embarked on a small road quest to collect, and deliver a puppy to the Kwak family. This envolved me driving to Dronfield.....(I think that 's what it's called), then driving to Rugby, and then back to Derby. Upon being handed this quest from Queen Kwak, I, Knight Jimmy Chang, requested help for this task. So I managed to find Supreme Commander Kenneth to aid in navigation, and Abi came too. All in all, we missed a couple of junctions, went the wrong way about three times, but.... We managed to see, Chesterfield, Dronfield and Rugby. Not much to report unfortunately, apart from the wonky church in Chesterfield in which the religious reason for being like that was because the devil was messing about on the top and broke it (Basically).
"How's Work?"
A lot of people ask me this question you know, and to be honest I give out the same answer, mainly because I don't want to go into detail with what I really want to tell. With working with the public, comes stupid questions, you would really think that I wouldn't get many, but indeed I do.
Two women come into the front door, show their card, and the woman turns and asks me this:
"Excuse me, what time does this bit *points finger to shop floor* close?"
"8:30"
"Okay, and what time does this place shut?"
"........8:30"
It's probably the single most humorous events that happen when working with the public. Humorous, and yet annoying how people can ask stupid questions. I am sure at some points of reading my posts, if you are an avid reader that is, that I rarely post anything negative about work, I am more merely fed up with it. I study media law, and knowing now about slandering about corporations can get you in trouble, I will not go into detail. But I will tell you this. 90% of my job, is negative. What I post up here is the remaining 10% of the positive of my work. Just a little something for you readers to be thinking about.
I know what your thinking, 'well at least he's got a job' right? true, I am thankful to have a job, but the more I work there, and the longer I stay there, I begin to wonder if it's worth it.
This week has been particularly busy. I have been powering on with University work that I can best describe as like me attempting to run a treadmill whilst tied to weights on each leg. It feels like a big mental block/object that takes up a lot of my head. Once completed, I will be able to remove this block and my head will feel lighter, and I will be able to soak it in entertainment, Im sure this is felt the same for most students.
I won't lie, University work has been colourful, challenging, but none the less, educational and enjoyable. If you are reading this and you are on the same course as me, or just taking the same modules as me, Im sure you must think that is a bit geeky of me, which I admit, it kind of does sound like that.
I state this fact because I often reflect on what I was and what I could of been if not deciding to pursue going to University. It scares me in honesty.
So reader, this is what apart from that, there has been other events for me that have happened in this week. As Im deeply thinking about the occurrences of this week, I think I am going to finish off what I want to type about University. The only real practical work that has been accomplished for the autumn semester has been Radio Production, which strikes me as a bit odd, seemingly because my course is labelled 'Media Production'. James Chew, Marcus Bonnick and myself have also been what I like to label in person 'beastin'' out on the practical work. Three well lit sparks pool together to make one unified beam of natural creative sparked light. That, is, us three, as a group, in a descriptive sentence.
Enough of University. This week for me, I embarked on a small road quest to collect, and deliver a puppy to the Kwak family. This envolved me driving to Dronfield.....(I think that 's what it's called), then driving to Rugby, and then back to Derby. Upon being handed this quest from Queen Kwak, I, Knight Jimmy Chang, requested help for this task. So I managed to find Supreme Commander Kenneth to aid in navigation, and Abi came too. All in all, we missed a couple of junctions, went the wrong way about three times, but.... We managed to see, Chesterfield, Dronfield and Rugby. Not much to report unfortunately, apart from the wonky church in Chesterfield in which the religious reason for being like that was because the devil was messing about on the top and broke it (Basically).
"How's Work?"
A lot of people ask me this question you know, and to be honest I give out the same answer, mainly because I don't want to go into detail with what I really want to tell. With working with the public, comes stupid questions, you would really think that I wouldn't get many, but indeed I do.
Two women come into the front door, show their card, and the woman turns and asks me this:
"Excuse me, what time does this bit *points finger to shop floor* close?"
"8:30"
"Okay, and what time does this place shut?"
"........8:30"
It's probably the single most humorous events that happen when working with the public. Humorous, and yet annoying how people can ask stupid questions. I am sure at some points of reading my posts, if you are an avid reader that is, that I rarely post anything negative about work, I am more merely fed up with it. I study media law, and knowing now about slandering about corporations can get you in trouble, I will not go into detail. But I will tell you this. 90% of my job, is negative. What I post up here is the remaining 10% of the positive of my work. Just a little something for you readers to be thinking about.
I know what your thinking, 'well at least he's got a job' right? true, I am thankful to have a job, but the more I work there, and the longer I stay there, I begin to wonder if it's worth it.
Thursday 24 November 2011
4 Weeks
Until christmas. I regret to inform you but Im afraid that the clock is ticking until christmas. How are you doing with christmas shopping? someone asked me the other day. Not too good. This is coming from the guy that wanted to start ages ago but this simply has not happened. I would like to tell you that this is one of my personal concerns going on in my life at the moment but I think this concern is on a more national if not global scale for a lot of you.
Just like 'Top of the Pops', this is my 'Top of the Concerns' going on for me for the past week.
5. Christmas shopping
4. Money
3. NYE tickets and hospitality bookings
2. *Personal*
1. University Deadlines
Question for you to think about. Who invented the term 'deadline'? I've always wondered this. To have a deadline is never really a good thing, it also does not sound good. Thinking about it deeper though, its not like something is going to die on the day that concerns your work being handed in. A crazy theory that I just thought of just now, whilst sitting in my chair listening to Sander Van Doorn, Renegade, perhaps in medieval times, to have a deadline would be to get your work done and if you didn't you would be killed? medieval universities? if you are a historian get back to me on that theory. I think it's delightful.
Okay reader, you are given an assignment to type up a 2000 word essay on a specific media law subject, you are also given a 1000 annotated bibliography to type up, which requires you to read the majority of the books that you are going to use, and you are given a evaluation for you radio project. All to be done in a months time (well even less time now). What do you do first?
I am kind of at this stage in time. What do you do? I think about this work and imagine it as a mountain that represents proud, dignity, relief and self accomplishment, because it's what you often feel when you get the work done and you've done a lot to do it. Oh how I desperately want to feel these emotions, but alas, I am at the bottom of the mountain accompanied by other students that are in the same position as me.
Now where would one of my blogs be without a report from work. Of course I have been slaving away in work. One of the key events that strive my department is the distinct memory of customer asking stupid questions. Now if you remember in my last post, I had a not really stupid but more random question. This week I have not one, but two stupid questions that were asked to me and my colleague at the time and I would love to share them with you.
Question One:
Location: Entrance Door
Two women come into the building, one shows her membership card, then turns and asks me this:
Woman 1 "Excuse me, can you pay on card in here?"
Me "Yes, only debit card though."
Woman 2 " And Im her friend, so what do I do?"
Me "....erm, you pay for your shopping?"
Question Two:
Location: Exit Door
A woman is slowly walking out the building, looking around at the adverts on the walls, then turns and asks this:
Woman "What time dya shut?"
Colleague "8:30"
Woman "And then what?"
Colleague "...... then were closed? thats it?"
The hardest part to stupid questions being asked to you is to try and not give out the most sarcastic answer. Giving out an answer that doesn't sound like your not making them look stupid is difficult.
To sum up this week for me, University is going well, I am happy, but when coming to the work I have to do, it's not good to think how much is there. Work is same old same old. As for just me personally, hmm, Let me get back to you on that, I've got a lot on my mind at the moment.
Sunday 13 November 2011
Your Wish list?
About a week ago now, I was approached by Kenneth Barnett, asking me to vote for this online wish list that was being held by T3 (The competition is now closed unfortunately). His wish list was limited to a number of prizes obviously for the competition, but none the less it got me thinking what is my wish list. In fact, what is YOUR wish list? and would what you got, help you very much right now?
I guess that 's something to think about throughout reading my blog. If you've thought of your wish list then let me know! I would love to hear them.
Now I know I am a bit late with posting my latest weekly blog and for that I apologize. With all University work fluffing me about and general work to do, ah well, you've heard it all before Im sure.
As I sit here typing and thinking at the same time, I try and think of the best highlights of my past 1 & 1/2 weeks. Well with a busy roter like the one I have, things have been pretty normal. Nothing crazy really to report. From thinking muchly, this is what I got....
In university me and my radio production group that consists of myself, Marcus Bonnick and James Chew, have progressed well in our module, there's only reason why though, and thats because our guest tutor (but not really) simply told us in the previous lecture, that:
A) We were all very far behind, as a class
B) To go out and "actually do some work"
And so on the Thursday just gone, 4 hours before the lecture was due to start, I engaged in what you could produce as an epic montage of the entire project coming together. James Chew doesn't actually know this, so if your reading this then, yes, I did do it, and guess what? its almost done! already!
As far as work goes, I had a man come up to me. Who didn't know much english, ask me something that went like this: (as far as I was to translate terrible mumbled english) * means mumble.
The Man
"Excuse me, I was looking at this haagen daz, and ***** flavours. Where is ****** other ******* Flavours **** in box? also the meatballs they were ********** and now *********** so what? Whilst your here, ************************************************** weight lifter? yes? Knives. Where the knives?"
Me
"Ass."
What would you do in that situation? I swear to god thats all I could decipher from his message. It was a combined combo of questions he wanted to ask me. Truthfully I only knew the answer to one question asked (that I could decipher)
Me
"Aisle 111"
I would of loved to reply with "Ass." but I couldn't unfortunately. Its very hard to try and give out answers to questions you don't fully understand. Im sure you have been in that situation one time.
Now usually I would end this weeks blog with a report from University life and Work. However, there is more, and no reader, its is not for once, about my Mini. By the way it's okay at the moment if you are wondering. My career, in fact. I got in touch with a local radio station known as Erewash FM 96.8. Turns out they wanted to meet me, in which I went and met them. With expectations as *They are a local radio station. This could mean getting a part time job there instead of work experience and getting paid* thats the expectation I had. Unfortunately they were a community radio station. Voluntary only. Not too bad, as I looked around the station, I see little difference to d:one radio in University. The studio room is a little bit bigger, and they have a meeting area. There's other rooms, but I find them pointless to describe to you readers because they would be rooms in which would not be of any use to me or you for that matter.
Work experience is still on the cards here so there is a light at the end of the tunnel of this saga I suppose. So this is what I end it on, a message to you, reader....
Dear Reader
What is your wish list?
let me know!
James Chang
I guess that 's something to think about throughout reading my blog. If you've thought of your wish list then let me know! I would love to hear them.
Now I know I am a bit late with posting my latest weekly blog and for that I apologize. With all University work fluffing me about and general work to do, ah well, you've heard it all before Im sure.
As I sit here typing and thinking at the same time, I try and think of the best highlights of my past 1 & 1/2 weeks. Well with a busy roter like the one I have, things have been pretty normal. Nothing crazy really to report. From thinking muchly, this is what I got....
In university me and my radio production group that consists of myself, Marcus Bonnick and James Chew, have progressed well in our module, there's only reason why though, and thats because our guest tutor (but not really) simply told us in the previous lecture, that:
A) We were all very far behind, as a class
B) To go out and "actually do some work"
And so on the Thursday just gone, 4 hours before the lecture was due to start, I engaged in what you could produce as an epic montage of the entire project coming together. James Chew doesn't actually know this, so if your reading this then, yes, I did do it, and guess what? its almost done! already!
As far as work goes, I had a man come up to me. Who didn't know much english, ask me something that went like this: (as far as I was to translate terrible mumbled english) * means mumble.
The Man
"Excuse me, I was looking at this haagen daz, and ***** flavours. Where is ****** other ******* Flavours **** in box? also the meatballs they were ********** and now *********** so what? Whilst your here, ************************************************** weight lifter? yes? Knives. Where the knives?"
Me
"Ass."
What would you do in that situation? I swear to god thats all I could decipher from his message. It was a combined combo of questions he wanted to ask me. Truthfully I only knew the answer to one question asked (that I could decipher)
Me
"Aisle 111"
I would of loved to reply with "Ass." but I couldn't unfortunately. Its very hard to try and give out answers to questions you don't fully understand. Im sure you have been in that situation one time.
Now usually I would end this weeks blog with a report from University life and Work. However, there is more, and no reader, its is not for once, about my Mini. By the way it's okay at the moment if you are wondering. My career, in fact. I got in touch with a local radio station known as Erewash FM 96.8. Turns out they wanted to meet me, in which I went and met them. With expectations as *They are a local radio station. This could mean getting a part time job there instead of work experience and getting paid* thats the expectation I had. Unfortunately they were a community radio station. Voluntary only. Not too bad, as I looked around the station, I see little difference to d:one radio in University. The studio room is a little bit bigger, and they have a meeting area. There's other rooms, but I find them pointless to describe to you readers because they would be rooms in which would not be of any use to me or you for that matter.
Work experience is still on the cards here so there is a light at the end of the tunnel of this saga I suppose. So this is what I end it on, a message to you, reader....
Dear Reader
What is your wish list?
let me know!
James Chang
Tuesday 25 October 2011
Ah, it's you again
Popularity is getting to me at the moment, I am quite impressed with the views so thanks!
I am not impressed with my performance however, I call this the 'Weekly Changy' however it doesn't seem to be the case. I don't really want to change it to 'Sometimes Posting Changy'. I do have an excuse though, so I hope to you that is reasonable.
For those of you whom are on the same course as me at the University of Derby, you will know that the Media Law minor assignment is due very soon, and so this is what I have been doing. Before typing it, I was thinking to myself, I type like no tomorrow when I want to blog to you about general stuff thats going on with me every week, so to simply type a 1,500 word essay about the media influences in law and legislation...hang on..... as Im typing this, my lovely miss Abigail Armstrong, is distracting me with cookies that have been delivered to us from Domino's so bare with me whilst I eat one...
Ah, much better. I am one cookie up.
Anyway as I was typing, my media law minor assignment is 1,500 words and when thinking about typing I was thinking: "Surely I will be able to get it done quick because it doesn't take me long to blog so maybe?" But from now just finishing it, everything that I typed I was constantly looking back at what I had just typed, where as when Im blogging, I hardly ever look back on what I've typed. So at the moment, as Im blogging to you sat in my desk chair about to go and see Paranormal Activity 3, It is the middle roughly of reading week, which I think should be changed to 'Do all your work, and catch up because your behind, oh and also do some reading week' sound better?
Thats basically what you do and what presently it's designed for. If any of you lecturers are reading, which Im sure your not, but if you are, its true, don't deny it.
I have made the most of my week and a bit to be honest with you. Minus twenty four hours ago I was in Oxford for the first time. Have you ever been to Oxford? it is a very interesting place. Every building is what I labelled "Harry Pottery" Amazing place, what really got to me was the little things, such as a really nice KFC! most KFC's I've been to have been shocking, the one in Ellesmere Port, Birmingham, Derby and Liverpool. The one in Oxford was actually like a little restaurant. Another small thing was the lack of cars. Everyone is literally on bikes, there's more bikes there than children, or, so it seemed. My trip to Oxford got better, Me and my Abigail, met up with Lauren Armstrong's friend Isra Hale. For those of you that know her, she originally lives in a place called Pleck, which is an area around Birmingham I believe, with the news that someone from Pleck had got into Oxford University was big news for Pleck. So I've been told that she had an article in the local newspaper of her Confirmed place in Oxford.
I wonder if 'The Frodsham Chronicle' were considering to do an article of my triumph getting into the University of Derby... if they were, it would probably be headed:
"local changy gets into Derby University, what and asshole"
Anyway when looking around with amazement in Oxford University, we met some students of Oxford, and you know what? yep you guessed it, from your imagination of what Oxford students would be like, you are indeed correct. Yep you are very right reader, they were all retarded. If there's one thing I love, apart from Abigail, it's leading you on to something that will end up funny, If you didn't laugh, I'm sorry I couldn't help it. They all generally seemed super intelligent, and hardly any of them are from Oxford, strange huh.
What I do enjoy, when meeting someone new, is when you can just tell that they are extremely intelligent, and you talk to them about diverse and complicated subjects, obviously in their field of expertise. I don't know why but when speaking to people like that, for instance Alex Thornthwaite, I can't remember what your studying, 'something science' I enjoy discussions about scientific theory to you. That is, when I ever speak to you, which so far has been at Dance Festivals. I don't know whether you, the reader know anyone that is rather intelligent, I'll give you time to think.... anyway I don't know whether you do that too, but I love doing it.
Yours Sincerely
James Chang
I am not impressed with my performance however, I call this the 'Weekly Changy' however it doesn't seem to be the case. I don't really want to change it to 'Sometimes Posting Changy'. I do have an excuse though, so I hope to you that is reasonable.
For those of you whom are on the same course as me at the University of Derby, you will know that the Media Law minor assignment is due very soon, and so this is what I have been doing. Before typing it, I was thinking to myself, I type like no tomorrow when I want to blog to you about general stuff thats going on with me every week, so to simply type a 1,500 word essay about the media influences in law and legislation...hang on..... as Im typing this, my lovely miss Abigail Armstrong, is distracting me with cookies that have been delivered to us from Domino's so bare with me whilst I eat one...
Ah, much better. I am one cookie up.
Anyway as I was typing, my media law minor assignment is 1,500 words and when thinking about typing I was thinking: "Surely I will be able to get it done quick because it doesn't take me long to blog so maybe?" But from now just finishing it, everything that I typed I was constantly looking back at what I had just typed, where as when Im blogging, I hardly ever look back on what I've typed. So at the moment, as Im blogging to you sat in my desk chair about to go and see Paranormal Activity 3, It is the middle roughly of reading week, which I think should be changed to 'Do all your work, and catch up because your behind, oh and also do some reading week' sound better?
Thats basically what you do and what presently it's designed for. If any of you lecturers are reading, which Im sure your not, but if you are, its true, don't deny it.
I have made the most of my week and a bit to be honest with you. Minus twenty four hours ago I was in Oxford for the first time. Have you ever been to Oxford? it is a very interesting place. Every building is what I labelled "Harry Pottery" Amazing place, what really got to me was the little things, such as a really nice KFC! most KFC's I've been to have been shocking, the one in Ellesmere Port, Birmingham, Derby and Liverpool. The one in Oxford was actually like a little restaurant. Another small thing was the lack of cars. Everyone is literally on bikes, there's more bikes there than children, or, so it seemed. My trip to Oxford got better, Me and my Abigail, met up with Lauren Armstrong's friend Isra Hale. For those of you that know her, she originally lives in a place called Pleck, which is an area around Birmingham I believe, with the news that someone from Pleck had got into Oxford University was big news for Pleck. So I've been told that she had an article in the local newspaper of her Confirmed place in Oxford.
I wonder if 'The Frodsham Chronicle' were considering to do an article of my triumph getting into the University of Derby... if they were, it would probably be headed:
"local changy gets into Derby University, what and asshole"
Anyway when looking around with amazement in Oxford University, we met some students of Oxford, and you know what? yep you guessed it, from your imagination of what Oxford students would be like, you are indeed correct. Yep you are very right reader, they were all retarded. If there's one thing I love, apart from Abigail, it's leading you on to something that will end up funny, If you didn't laugh, I'm sorry I couldn't help it. They all generally seemed super intelligent, and hardly any of them are from Oxford, strange huh.
What I do enjoy, when meeting someone new, is when you can just tell that they are extremely intelligent, and you talk to them about diverse and complicated subjects, obviously in their field of expertise. I don't know why but when speaking to people like that, for instance Alex Thornthwaite, I can't remember what your studying, 'something science' I enjoy discussions about scientific theory to you. That is, when I ever speak to you, which so far has been at Dance Festivals. I don't know whether you, the reader know anyone that is rather intelligent, I'll give you time to think.... anyway I don't know whether you do that too, but I love doing it.
Yours Sincerely
James Chang
Friday 14 October 2011
A Continuacion...
So now from having written all of those reboot recaps of the events of me over the past 12 months, this is the first time that I will be reporting to you with a nice fresh up to date news!
Further more I have found that I am gaining popularity in which I must thank you all for reading. Including you seven people from Finland.
So this is what's going down. Since my University life is on the roll again I have started with my modules as usual and Ive been waiting for some time for the moment where your module tutors brings the heavy news of your work that your about to endure. I mean its been about a month now, and its like a tension in a horror film. Waiting to find out what you have to do up to christmas. To be honest I am struggling whether to decide with myself whether the work I have to do is easy or difficult. In the middle I would guess. The new modules are now as follows:
Radio Production Skills
Radio Production 2
Media Law
Media Research Project
Work Based Learning
Well this is for the autumn semester only. Already I knew that the most difficult one out of those was to be Media Research Project, and you know what? it is.
Radio Production 2 involves me in producing a 30 minute radio program. Of course for this I am in a group who consist of myself, James Chew and Markus erm, I can't remember his last name. If any of you who know Markus, be sure to comment on this blog of his surname (sorry Markus).
For Media law and Radio Production Skills, I am still to this moment not 100% clear on what I am supposed to do. Im you will know more about it than me. Media Research Project looks the most difficult. To be accomplished is a 4000 word essay on a topic of your choice, accompanied with a 1000 annotated bibliography. Sounds hard right? my subject title sounds even more confusing, which is: Convergence of old media content to new media technologies. Yeah I know.... how?
So basically Ive got all of that whirling around in my head. What I've also got whirling around in my head is the concern of whether I will have the time to tell you all about it and any other going ons in my life at the moment.
I love typing about my mini you know. Everything I have had to type about my car is never good. I would like to state that my car is good. It is a good car, I have lots of good times with it. But obviously as you all know now, Ive had lots of problems with it. Guess what? Yep, one more thing about my car, Ive got a service tomorrow for it. I don't know how much its going to cost but apparently its not going to be cheap. I do wonder if everyone that owns a mini has similar problems? I mean having a service isn't a problem, every car has a service, but I mean just in general. If you ever get to meet me, you will probably find that my car has more fame than me.
Scanning...
This is me, thinking back at the week just gone, and my god my mind is blank at the moment. Usually I remember what to type after I've posted it. Typical.
Further more I have found that I am gaining popularity in which I must thank you all for reading. Including you seven people from Finland.
So this is what's going down. Since my University life is on the roll again I have started with my modules as usual and Ive been waiting for some time for the moment where your module tutors brings the heavy news of your work that your about to endure. I mean its been about a month now, and its like a tension in a horror film. Waiting to find out what you have to do up to christmas. To be honest I am struggling whether to decide with myself whether the work I have to do is easy or difficult. In the middle I would guess. The new modules are now as follows:
Radio Production Skills
Radio Production 2
Media Law
Media Research Project
Work Based Learning
Well this is for the autumn semester only. Already I knew that the most difficult one out of those was to be Media Research Project, and you know what? it is.
Radio Production 2 involves me in producing a 30 minute radio program. Of course for this I am in a group who consist of myself, James Chew and Markus erm, I can't remember his last name. If any of you who know Markus, be sure to comment on this blog of his surname (sorry Markus).
For Media law and Radio Production Skills, I am still to this moment not 100% clear on what I am supposed to do. Im you will know more about it than me. Media Research Project looks the most difficult. To be accomplished is a 4000 word essay on a topic of your choice, accompanied with a 1000 annotated bibliography. Sounds hard right? my subject title sounds even more confusing, which is: Convergence of old media content to new media technologies. Yeah I know.... how?
So basically Ive got all of that whirling around in my head. What I've also got whirling around in my head is the concern of whether I will have the time to tell you all about it and any other going ons in my life at the moment.
I love typing about my mini you know. Everything I have had to type about my car is never good. I would like to state that my car is good. It is a good car, I have lots of good times with it. But obviously as you all know now, Ive had lots of problems with it. Guess what? Yep, one more thing about my car, Ive got a service tomorrow for it. I don't know how much its going to cost but apparently its not going to be cheap. I do wonder if everyone that owns a mini has similar problems? I mean having a service isn't a problem, every car has a service, but I mean just in general. If you ever get to meet me, you will probably find that my car has more fame than me.
Scanning...
This is me, thinking back at the week just gone, and my god my mind is blank at the moment. Usually I remember what to type after I've posted it. Typical.
Tuesday 11 October 2011
Rebooting James Chang... 100%
So now we have reached the completion of the reboot. Which I am pleased with. Im pleased because now when it comes to events or work in Uni that I wish to type about, I will be able to remember (hopefully) a lot better and can explain about it in more detail. Yay.
I must press with the bad news that this year, I am not going away. I know to some of you that sounds normal. But to come from the guy who has very luckily been away every year of his life (literally, Im not joking, I went to Menorca when I was 1 years old. Don't ask me to write about it, I can barely remember what happened last year) its pretty bad news. However looking positively, I have managed to go to Global Gathering this year AND head to Creamfields. Which is what part of this post reports.
First of all, the new house. I briefly touched on the process that occurred upon moving into our new house, but did not state at how nice and a million times better it was. We have real boiler, which is a start. We have a comfy couch and a comfy lazyboy chair that isn't from a skip. We have a shower that actually showers you in water, not spit at you, and we have more radiators in the house which means more drying clothes and more warmth. In fact I haven't felt cold in the new house since we moved in.
Our landlord, Doug, which took us a long time finding out his name. You know when you get talking to someone, you go really in depth in conversations and it gets to the point it would be embarrassing to ask for his name again. Yeah thats what our problem was. Doug, is a landlord who is new to being a landlord and I must say he is the finest. He has taken care of us as if we are all family. When we have needed things repaired/wanted, he's given it to us. That sounds like that we're using him, but trust me that would be absurd of us to do such a thing, we are grateful. To have your landlord fix your own toilet seat was a big surprise to us, and just from him doing that was brilliant, especially when you compare it to the previous landlord.
Doug has not only just fixed the toilet seat though, he has done many other things to the house. Things that would qualify him in your christmas card list lets put it that way.
So thats the house covered. University is up and running again now. 2nd year has begun. The feeling of going back to school. To most of you Im sure its not a pleasant feeling. The feeling of going back to college. To most of you it also might not be a pleasant feeling. The feeling of going back to University? Felt very pleasant indeed. Call me a geek, but yes I was glad to go back. I don't know why, just the hunger to get back to it I guess. I enjoy the challenge. Seeing almost everyone from previous semester has been enjoyable. To be honest with you if it wasn't for looking back at Uni first year I would of never of found my blog site again.
Creamfields. The most anticipated event I've been waiting for all year. Expectations are very high, since Creamfields last year and Global Gathering this year was so good. On the day of Creamfields, its raining. Which Im sure you festival goers know isn't a good start. When we get there which took about 40 minutes, its still raining, a bit harder than before. Unlike Global, everyone around us pretty miserable too. Lets not get our heads down now though! we've only just got here. So I arrive once again with Dave Collins and Alex Thornthwaite. We all get geared up and head to the queueing area. I have a got a big camping back pack, which has got most of my stuff in, I am also carrying my tent and wellies all in one hand. Dave has got a ruck sack on his back and something else in his hands I can't remember what it was. As for Alex, since this is his first time at a festival, had medium sized bag of his belongings and everything else he had was in his hands. which was his tent, his quilt and his pillow. Lets not forget that its raining too.
So as we go through the muddy fields we begin queueing at the entrance. I remember this bit clearly. I look up to the sky and notice that there is a clearing of blue sky in the midst of the grey clouds everywhere. I hope that it comes along and brightens up the area. I was incorrect. I turn around and see and even darker cloud. I hope that it did not come to us. I was incorrect. The rain got heavier. Fortunately for us all, we were all wearing coats. Unfortunately for Alex, his quilt and pillow and tent were exposed to more rain. Not a good start. We wait for about half an hour and we eventually get through the search bit, the rain is on and off. When its on, its really hard rain, the type of rain you do not want to walk around with heavy belongings on you in a field.
The physical strain with our heavy belongings gets to us at this point so we have a little break as the rain dies down. it calms for a bit. Looking back now there was probably no point because we were sopping wet anyway. We trek down and then up through 2 fields. We enter purple or whatever colour campsite it was and notice that there is little room to setup a tent. The rain was coming back again. Fine rain. As we walk up to top bit of the campsite we see about 30ish campers who are/have set up along the wall. So we do so too. We set Alex's up quickly mainly because it was wet and so were the other things in his hands so we wanted to put them in a dry place. We set Alex's up, we are just about to finish setting up mine and Daves when all of the sudden two security guards come over. They tell us that we cannot pitch up here because of health and safety. I don't really know what the danger was but from then they kept coming back every 5 minutes to move all 30 of us along.
Let me put you in the situation
Your sopping wet from the rain. Your coat has failed to keep you dry, you drenched through. Your mates things that he is going to sleep in are also drenched. You have to un-pitch 2 tents which you've just spent 15 minutes doing. You have no idea where your going to go. The rain isn't stopping and is hitting you with force. What would you do?
I have not told Dave or Alex this but when I was in that situation I wanted to just go home. To just forget everything and walk out, and go home. But I didn't go home. There was one thought that speared me on to stay, and that was that everything will get better, after all this was just the beginning of the festival. I am pleased to tell you that it did indeed get better. The horrible task that lay before me and Dave was to go scout, and hunt down a new space to camp, and bring all of our stuff too, in the rain. After 20ish minutes of looking for somewhere, in the rain, we eventually did find a spot.
Festivals are great. There's no doubt about it. But my god can it not be horrible experience sometimes. Honestly rain and mud combined can make your experience terrible. Amen.
I must press with the bad news that this year, I am not going away. I know to some of you that sounds normal. But to come from the guy who has very luckily been away every year of his life (literally, Im not joking, I went to Menorca when I was 1 years old. Don't ask me to write about it, I can barely remember what happened last year) its pretty bad news. However looking positively, I have managed to go to Global Gathering this year AND head to Creamfields. Which is what part of this post reports.
First of all, the new house. I briefly touched on the process that occurred upon moving into our new house, but did not state at how nice and a million times better it was. We have real boiler, which is a start. We have a comfy couch and a comfy lazyboy chair that isn't from a skip. We have a shower that actually showers you in water, not spit at you, and we have more radiators in the house which means more drying clothes and more warmth. In fact I haven't felt cold in the new house since we moved in.
Our landlord, Doug, which took us a long time finding out his name. You know when you get talking to someone, you go really in depth in conversations and it gets to the point it would be embarrassing to ask for his name again. Yeah thats what our problem was. Doug, is a landlord who is new to being a landlord and I must say he is the finest. He has taken care of us as if we are all family. When we have needed things repaired/wanted, he's given it to us. That sounds like that we're using him, but trust me that would be absurd of us to do such a thing, we are grateful. To have your landlord fix your own toilet seat was a big surprise to us, and just from him doing that was brilliant, especially when you compare it to the previous landlord.
Doug has not only just fixed the toilet seat though, he has done many other things to the house. Things that would qualify him in your christmas card list lets put it that way.
So thats the house covered. University is up and running again now. 2nd year has begun. The feeling of going back to school. To most of you Im sure its not a pleasant feeling. The feeling of going back to college. To most of you it also might not be a pleasant feeling. The feeling of going back to University? Felt very pleasant indeed. Call me a geek, but yes I was glad to go back. I don't know why, just the hunger to get back to it I guess. I enjoy the challenge. Seeing almost everyone from previous semester has been enjoyable. To be honest with you if it wasn't for looking back at Uni first year I would of never of found my blog site again.
Creamfields. The most anticipated event I've been waiting for all year. Expectations are very high, since Creamfields last year and Global Gathering this year was so good. On the day of Creamfields, its raining. Which Im sure you festival goers know isn't a good start. When we get there which took about 40 minutes, its still raining, a bit harder than before. Unlike Global, everyone around us pretty miserable too. Lets not get our heads down now though! we've only just got here. So I arrive once again with Dave Collins and Alex Thornthwaite. We all get geared up and head to the queueing area. I have a got a big camping back pack, which has got most of my stuff in, I am also carrying my tent and wellies all in one hand. Dave has got a ruck sack on his back and something else in his hands I can't remember what it was. As for Alex, since this is his first time at a festival, had medium sized bag of his belongings and everything else he had was in his hands. which was his tent, his quilt and his pillow. Lets not forget that its raining too.
So as we go through the muddy fields we begin queueing at the entrance. I remember this bit clearly. I look up to the sky and notice that there is a clearing of blue sky in the midst of the grey clouds everywhere. I hope that it comes along and brightens up the area. I was incorrect. I turn around and see and even darker cloud. I hope that it did not come to us. I was incorrect. The rain got heavier. Fortunately for us all, we were all wearing coats. Unfortunately for Alex, his quilt and pillow and tent were exposed to more rain. Not a good start. We wait for about half an hour and we eventually get through the search bit, the rain is on and off. When its on, its really hard rain, the type of rain you do not want to walk around with heavy belongings on you in a field.
The physical strain with our heavy belongings gets to us at this point so we have a little break as the rain dies down. it calms for a bit. Looking back now there was probably no point because we were sopping wet anyway. We trek down and then up through 2 fields. We enter purple or whatever colour campsite it was and notice that there is little room to setup a tent. The rain was coming back again. Fine rain. As we walk up to top bit of the campsite we see about 30ish campers who are/have set up along the wall. So we do so too. We set Alex's up quickly mainly because it was wet and so were the other things in his hands so we wanted to put them in a dry place. We set Alex's up, we are just about to finish setting up mine and Daves when all of the sudden two security guards come over. They tell us that we cannot pitch up here because of health and safety. I don't really know what the danger was but from then they kept coming back every 5 minutes to move all 30 of us along.
Let me put you in the situation
Your sopping wet from the rain. Your coat has failed to keep you dry, you drenched through. Your mates things that he is going to sleep in are also drenched. You have to un-pitch 2 tents which you've just spent 15 minutes doing. You have no idea where your going to go. The rain isn't stopping and is hitting you with force. What would you do?
I have not told Dave or Alex this but when I was in that situation I wanted to just go home. To just forget everything and walk out, and go home. But I didn't go home. There was one thought that speared me on to stay, and that was that everything will get better, after all this was just the beginning of the festival. I am pleased to tell you that it did indeed get better. The horrible task that lay before me and Dave was to go scout, and hunt down a new space to camp, and bring all of our stuff too, in the rain. After 20ish minutes of looking for somewhere, in the rain, we eventually did find a spot.
Festivals are great. There's no doubt about it. But my god can it not be horrible experience sometimes. Honestly rain and mud combined can make your experience terrible. Amen.
Monday 10 October 2011
Rebooting James Chang... 91%
As I was typing away at the previous post I recall typing that I would mention the events as well as the university modules to report. It was all about the university modules but nothing on the events. Well first to come would be the stages of moving into the new house. Yep me, Seon and Kenny this time, would be moving into a terrace housing 2 minutes away from the house we were in at the time. I was hoping for a real boiler, not a metal box with a goblin smacking things inside. A room with NO mould or damp in would also be nice, and a landlord that actually responds to messages, ones that are urgent as well. This is what I was hoping for.
Okay so this was the plan. Me, Kenny and Seon would pack are things up, get a rental van and pack are things into the van. Leave it and go stay somewhere for one night (contract says that we couldn't move in on the day that our contract expired at the previous house.) and then go and pick up the van and head to the new house. Quite complicated, but you understand yes? well you can't respond to me at this time of reading it so I'll carry on. It got a lot more complicated. Okay so before leaving the house, everything had to be cleaned, and everything that belonged to ours had to be out. The day of leaving, I had off, however the day of moving in, I had work at 12:45pm. So there wasn't much time to unpack everything into our house on the day. The night where we had no where to live so to speak, Kenny and Seon had a hotel booked and I was staying at Abi's in halls, so that was all sorted. You still with me? this was the plan over the course of 48 hours:
Pack everything that is ours
Clean everything in the house
Go pick up the van
Drive the enormous van to the house and pack into van
Leave in drive overnight, Kenny and Seon stay over in hotel and I stay with Abi
Go and pick up Kenny and Seon from hotel at 8:30am, drive to agents to pick up keys at 9:00am
Drive to van location and carefully drive van to new house
Unpack everything before 12:00pm
Drive van back to rental place and drop it off
Get cab back to house
Fit in breakfast somewhere if you like...
I am thrilled to tell you the majority of this went to plan. In fact I had task number one complete a day before moving, had everything packed. Where as Kenny and Seon had, lets just say about 9% packed. The day of moving out went to plan, but it was very stressful on us all because of the lack of packing done by Kenny and Seon. As organized as mine was, we were falling behind on time because Kenny and Seon were still packing, in which I had to help out. It came to the point that whatever was theirs, was just thrown into whatever bag we could find and throw it in the van.
Driving a van. Have you ever done that? because up to this point, I had never driven a van, and Im surprised at how fun but tricky it was to drive (this is coming from the person thats been driving a mini).
I would do it again, but driving it down narrow roads is tough, and stressful. I could not have accomplished such a task without a co driver, who at the time was Kenny.
So with finishing off moving into the new house it came to late July. Well I would say as a celebration to finishing the first year and successfully moving into a new house, it was time for me and Dave Collins (rave dave, or just Dave) to head to Global Gathering. I hope you, the reader, have been to Global Gathering. Especially to the one just gone. It was brilliant. When we get to Stratford Upon Avon, it is a town that looks like it has not changed since the shakespeare times (speak of the devil). What I enjoy about going to a dance festival is when your driving to a quite remote place in Britain, and there are other cars heading in the same direction, at first you think it is coincidence that they're driving in the same direction, but more and more miles go by and they're still there, you then notice that they are all excited as you are. I love it. Whats also great about dance festivals is how everyone is so friendly with you. Usually you wouldn't get a "Hiya mate you all right?" if you bumped into someone nowadays. Im sure it is not just dance festivals where you experience these things. Obviously the best thing about it is you meet the people that love the music you love. I love it.
Okay so this was the plan. Me, Kenny and Seon would pack are things up, get a rental van and pack are things into the van. Leave it and go stay somewhere for one night (contract says that we couldn't move in on the day that our contract expired at the previous house.) and then go and pick up the van and head to the new house. Quite complicated, but you understand yes? well you can't respond to me at this time of reading it so I'll carry on. It got a lot more complicated. Okay so before leaving the house, everything had to be cleaned, and everything that belonged to ours had to be out. The day of leaving, I had off, however the day of moving in, I had work at 12:45pm. So there wasn't much time to unpack everything into our house on the day. The night where we had no where to live so to speak, Kenny and Seon had a hotel booked and I was staying at Abi's in halls, so that was all sorted. You still with me? this was the plan over the course of 48 hours:
Pack everything that is ours
Clean everything in the house
Go pick up the van
Drive the enormous van to the house and pack into van
Leave in drive overnight, Kenny and Seon stay over in hotel and I stay with Abi
Go and pick up Kenny and Seon from hotel at 8:30am, drive to agents to pick up keys at 9:00am
Drive to van location and carefully drive van to new house
Unpack everything before 12:00pm
Drive van back to rental place and drop it off
Get cab back to house
Fit in breakfast somewhere if you like...
I am thrilled to tell you the majority of this went to plan. In fact I had task number one complete a day before moving, had everything packed. Where as Kenny and Seon had, lets just say about 9% packed. The day of moving out went to plan, but it was very stressful on us all because of the lack of packing done by Kenny and Seon. As organized as mine was, we were falling behind on time because Kenny and Seon were still packing, in which I had to help out. It came to the point that whatever was theirs, was just thrown into whatever bag we could find and throw it in the van.
Driving a van. Have you ever done that? because up to this point, I had never driven a van, and Im surprised at how fun but tricky it was to drive (this is coming from the person thats been driving a mini).
I would do it again, but driving it down narrow roads is tough, and stressful. I could not have accomplished such a task without a co driver, who at the time was Kenny.
So with finishing off moving into the new house it came to late July. Well I would say as a celebration to finishing the first year and successfully moving into a new house, it was time for me and Dave Collins (rave dave, or just Dave) to head to Global Gathering. I hope you, the reader, have been to Global Gathering. Especially to the one just gone. It was brilliant. When we get to Stratford Upon Avon, it is a town that looks like it has not changed since the shakespeare times (speak of the devil). What I enjoy about going to a dance festival is when your driving to a quite remote place in Britain, and there are other cars heading in the same direction, at first you think it is coincidence that they're driving in the same direction, but more and more miles go by and they're still there, you then notice that they are all excited as you are. I love it. Whats also great about dance festivals is how everyone is so friendly with you. Usually you wouldn't get a "Hiya mate you all right?" if you bumped into someone nowadays. Im sure it is not just dance festivals where you experience these things. Obviously the best thing about it is you meet the people that love the music you love. I love it.
Rebooting James Chang... 86%
I've been laughing to myself before I started typing this part of my reboot because only now have I noticed that my blog is primarily supposed to be about my University experience. Well if you are a common reader of my blogs, which Im sure nobody is, I haven't stated much about my University experience. Well we are 86% percent complete of the reboot of James Chang so I guess this is the part that I can report along with other personal events that have occured so far this year.
Well once again if this was a video there would be a montage for this bit. I want to get up to date with me at the moment, and so most of reboot is slightly brief apart from the events that have happened to me that I am annoyed of or enjoyed myself a lot. I can just tell that as soon as I finish with typing up my reboot that I will remember things that I want to type, or I will remember other events that happened. Im sure Im not the only one that does that.
So I report to you now the events of July and my Uni work. lets start with the Uni work. At this point of the year all of my work has finished for the summer and I am glad to tell you that I have passed the first year and will begin the second year of my University life. That, and my new life in a new house.
The completion of my first year saw me accomplish the following:
A web page that was attached to and main website that my and my group published.
A group presentation that was about the Narrative & Semiotics in Friends.
An Audience Research survey and an essay report on my findings.
A Documentary on Tutbury Castle.
Some things went well, others did not. If lecturers of these modules read this part of my blog, Im sure they would make comments to me about it. I don't care though, its my view on it, regardless if it sounds rude or stupid, I don't know whether it will, but Im pre warning.
My Web page that I created, sounds difficult. Practically it wasn't, but in technical terms it was. Learning the terms along the way as you were producing your page was probably the way to do it. The group I worked with consisted of: James Chew, who I am currently working with in the early stages of the second year. Lewis Carter, who I am also working with briefly in Radio Production Skills. Both chaps are good to work with, creative, and streaming with intelligence and humour. The third was Andy Carroll, whom is also a great guy to work with. In all fairness, Andy was the brains behind the production of our website, he knew more than anyone else (don't get offended James or Lewis, it's from my perspective!). So in this time of need of great intelligence on webpage design, Andy was our man. I have not seen him at all since this end of this module which is odd, because I have seen everyone else. Anyway the module wasn't that great for me. I had work all day, and then when coming out of work I would have to go straight to the lecture, and spend the evening in the dark room with the computers all on, and having Mark, our lecturer attempting to teach me things about Dreamweaver. He did at times, it wasn't his fault, it's just that I was very tired every time I was in there.
If any of you have had to go to work for eight and a half hours, and then got out, and then had to drive to Uni straight to a lecture for 3 hours, then you know how I felt. Its not great.
For my group presentation, which was labelled 'Mass Media in Contemporary Contexts', yeah sounds tricky, but surprisingly not. I luckily learned about semiotics in college, and so when it came to talking about the part of the subject, I already had a good idea about it. The end of that module saw me do well, I won't go into detail because I have waffled on loads in this part of the blog. When it came to 'performing' our presentation in a room of just over 16 people. My group were the first to go on, and I was first to start. Nervous as hell, but in the end I was smooth and cool (Honest! you can even ask Phil Sinclair, whom was part of my group!).
Audience Research was probably the module that I put the most effort into. Mainly because I thought of it as the most difficult, I understood, but I was paranoid of getting wrong. The moment when you are nearly finished typing and essay and you look back on what you have wrote and it either doesn't make sense, it's repeated, or wrong. I hate when that happens, and so that is what I was afraid of.
The Documentary of Tutbury Castle. Well what can I say about that? thankfully to you who is reading, you may be wondering when this blog is ever going to end? but I can tell you that there is not much to say about this module. The pre production, filming stage that myself, Abigail Armstrong, and at times Becky Mckay conducted went very well. The filming stage in perticular was very good as relations were built between ourselves and the client. A great place to get shots, and thankfully we got a lot of footage. Now If I am to say a few words about the editing stage and the final stages of the module I would sum it up in a sentence, which is this:
The editing was done by the other group members' boyfriend, who we didn't even know, Overnight before the deadline.
The thing is that didn't make any sense is that we had finished the filming stage of the documentary 1-2 weeks before the deadline, so why it was only done overnight I do not know. This other group member, who I can't be bothered naming because I don't even want to give her a name, completely finished the editing, and when we all met up on deadline day, she showed us what her boyfriend had done. Well edited I must admit, although he's used footage on the tape that was prototype shot footage, that shouldn't of been used had been used. The main concern that was on my mind was what he or she had put for the credits, the end is near for the video. Do you want to know what happens next?
She presses escape just before the credits come on. The DVD stops. The disc ejects. She swipes it and puts it back in the folder. Still to this day, I have not seen the credits of this documentary. Im sure you also are thinking what I've been thinking too. To be honest I've just completely disowned that documentary, so I now don't care.
The true help that I got in that module was of my dearest girlfriend Abigail Armstrong. I have noticed that I have not mentioned my love for this woman in any of my posts. I would just like to take up this time for the reader to know that I love Abi. Just so you all now know. Im sure when she reads this she will engage in a what I call 'shy face'. I hope she does. I love her.
Well once again if this was a video there would be a montage for this bit. I want to get up to date with me at the moment, and so most of reboot is slightly brief apart from the events that have happened to me that I am annoyed of or enjoyed myself a lot. I can just tell that as soon as I finish with typing up my reboot that I will remember things that I want to type, or I will remember other events that happened. Im sure Im not the only one that does that.
So I report to you now the events of July and my Uni work. lets start with the Uni work. At this point of the year all of my work has finished for the summer and I am glad to tell you that I have passed the first year and will begin the second year of my University life. That, and my new life in a new house.
The completion of my first year saw me accomplish the following:
A web page that was attached to and main website that my and my group published.
A group presentation that was about the Narrative & Semiotics in Friends.
An Audience Research survey and an essay report on my findings.
A Documentary on Tutbury Castle.
Some things went well, others did not. If lecturers of these modules read this part of my blog, Im sure they would make comments to me about it. I don't care though, its my view on it, regardless if it sounds rude or stupid, I don't know whether it will, but Im pre warning.
My Web page that I created, sounds difficult. Practically it wasn't, but in technical terms it was. Learning the terms along the way as you were producing your page was probably the way to do it. The group I worked with consisted of: James Chew, who I am currently working with in the early stages of the second year. Lewis Carter, who I am also working with briefly in Radio Production Skills. Both chaps are good to work with, creative, and streaming with intelligence and humour. The third was Andy Carroll, whom is also a great guy to work with. In all fairness, Andy was the brains behind the production of our website, he knew more than anyone else (don't get offended James or Lewis, it's from my perspective!). So in this time of need of great intelligence on webpage design, Andy was our man. I have not seen him at all since this end of this module which is odd, because I have seen everyone else. Anyway the module wasn't that great for me. I had work all day, and then when coming out of work I would have to go straight to the lecture, and spend the evening in the dark room with the computers all on, and having Mark, our lecturer attempting to teach me things about Dreamweaver. He did at times, it wasn't his fault, it's just that I was very tired every time I was in there.
If any of you have had to go to work for eight and a half hours, and then got out, and then had to drive to Uni straight to a lecture for 3 hours, then you know how I felt. Its not great.
For my group presentation, which was labelled 'Mass Media in Contemporary Contexts', yeah sounds tricky, but surprisingly not. I luckily learned about semiotics in college, and so when it came to talking about the part of the subject, I already had a good idea about it. The end of that module saw me do well, I won't go into detail because I have waffled on loads in this part of the blog. When it came to 'performing' our presentation in a room of just over 16 people. My group were the first to go on, and I was first to start. Nervous as hell, but in the end I was smooth and cool (Honest! you can even ask Phil Sinclair, whom was part of my group!).
Audience Research was probably the module that I put the most effort into. Mainly because I thought of it as the most difficult, I understood, but I was paranoid of getting wrong. The moment when you are nearly finished typing and essay and you look back on what you have wrote and it either doesn't make sense, it's repeated, or wrong. I hate when that happens, and so that is what I was afraid of.
The Documentary of Tutbury Castle. Well what can I say about that? thankfully to you who is reading, you may be wondering when this blog is ever going to end? but I can tell you that there is not much to say about this module. The pre production, filming stage that myself, Abigail Armstrong, and at times Becky Mckay conducted went very well. The filming stage in perticular was very good as relations were built between ourselves and the client. A great place to get shots, and thankfully we got a lot of footage. Now If I am to say a few words about the editing stage and the final stages of the module I would sum it up in a sentence, which is this:
The editing was done by the other group members' boyfriend, who we didn't even know, Overnight before the deadline.
The thing is that didn't make any sense is that we had finished the filming stage of the documentary 1-2 weeks before the deadline, so why it was only done overnight I do not know. This other group member, who I can't be bothered naming because I don't even want to give her a name, completely finished the editing, and when we all met up on deadline day, she showed us what her boyfriend had done. Well edited I must admit, although he's used footage on the tape that was prototype shot footage, that shouldn't of been used had been used. The main concern that was on my mind was what he or she had put for the credits, the end is near for the video. Do you want to know what happens next?
She presses escape just before the credits come on. The DVD stops. The disc ejects. She swipes it and puts it back in the folder. Still to this day, I have not seen the credits of this documentary. Im sure you also are thinking what I've been thinking too. To be honest I've just completely disowned that documentary, so I now don't care.
The true help that I got in that module was of my dearest girlfriend Abigail Armstrong. I have noticed that I have not mentioned my love for this woman in any of my posts. I would just like to take up this time for the reader to know that I love Abi. Just so you all now know. Im sure when she reads this she will engage in a what I call 'shy face'. I hope she does. I love her.
Rebooting James Chang... 79%
Mum: "Listen jim, can you book time off in work for the 15th of April to the 18th?"
Me: "Erm yeah I guess so, what for?"
Mum: "Surprise."
So from typing to you about my event with my car once again, which oh yeah! I never told you what happened afterwards, in terms of cost and what not. Well lets just say, it was more than 721 pounds like the repair was for my power steering. It came to a cheeper amount than first told. This was because I went to Mini first for a quote on the repairs, and lets just say, they quoted me a price which I could just buy another car for instead. I thankfully find another place, Mr Clutch in Derby, that can do it for me cheaper. If you are someone that works their I salute you! you helped me out big time. So it comes to an amount that I am once again having to debate to my mum and dad about how to pay for it. I agree this time to pay half of it. Could get the money, but wasn't the greatest time to be using my money.
However my mum and dad had other thoughts. Your mum and dad can be brilliant sometimes, as a child they can sometimes annoy you with their parental care, but parental care, even as a lad of 20 got some serious amazing parental care. They paid all of it. I don't know how but they just did. Parental care I type you! it can be brilliant sometimes.
So going back to the conversation that me and my mum had on the phone which is up there, I was wondering for about 1 and a half months what the hell it was. My Birthday comes along, I become 21. YAY. A good night out in Liverpool with rave Dave, and my lovely Abigail. Was a successful night out, I told people that I was going out for my 21st but didn't really tell them to come out, mainly because I couldn't be bothered with let downs. I have had people in the past letting me down on nights out. Everyone has been and had let downs, they're not nice are they? so I find that there is no point inviting them, you just tell them that you are going to be out, and thats it. It's up to them if they are there or not. I hate let downs but you can never escape being one at least one time in your life, and I am sorry to say that I have been one too.
After my birthday I finally go back home to wonder what the hell this surprise is. Im heading to London for the weekend. Where was I to stay? The Hilton on Park Lane. Was pretty posh to be honest. I must admit I enjoyed the whole time I was there. We all got first class train down to London, and then did various sightseeing and shopping in the day, followed by going to expensive and famous restaurants for lunch and dinner. If you were to ask me what they were, I couldn't tell you, not because I didn't want to tell you, I don't remember what they were called. Comment on this blog if you know the name of one of them that I will give a description of, One of the restaurants we went to do had a strange name and Michael Caine owns it. If that helps.
Me: "Erm yeah I guess so, what for?"
Mum: "Surprise."
So from typing to you about my event with my car once again, which oh yeah! I never told you what happened afterwards, in terms of cost and what not. Well lets just say, it was more than 721 pounds like the repair was for my power steering. It came to a cheeper amount than first told. This was because I went to Mini first for a quote on the repairs, and lets just say, they quoted me a price which I could just buy another car for instead. I thankfully find another place, Mr Clutch in Derby, that can do it for me cheaper. If you are someone that works their I salute you! you helped me out big time. So it comes to an amount that I am once again having to debate to my mum and dad about how to pay for it. I agree this time to pay half of it. Could get the money, but wasn't the greatest time to be using my money.
However my mum and dad had other thoughts. Your mum and dad can be brilliant sometimes, as a child they can sometimes annoy you with their parental care, but parental care, even as a lad of 20 got some serious amazing parental care. They paid all of it. I don't know how but they just did. Parental care I type you! it can be brilliant sometimes.
So going back to the conversation that me and my mum had on the phone which is up there, I was wondering for about 1 and a half months what the hell it was. My Birthday comes along, I become 21. YAY. A good night out in Liverpool with rave Dave, and my lovely Abigail. Was a successful night out, I told people that I was going out for my 21st but didn't really tell them to come out, mainly because I couldn't be bothered with let downs. I have had people in the past letting me down on nights out. Everyone has been and had let downs, they're not nice are they? so I find that there is no point inviting them, you just tell them that you are going to be out, and thats it. It's up to them if they are there or not. I hate let downs but you can never escape being one at least one time in your life, and I am sorry to say that I have been one too.
After my birthday I finally go back home to wonder what the hell this surprise is. Im heading to London for the weekend. Where was I to stay? The Hilton on Park Lane. Was pretty posh to be honest. I must admit I enjoyed the whole time I was there. We all got first class train down to London, and then did various sightseeing and shopping in the day, followed by going to expensive and famous restaurants for lunch and dinner. If you were to ask me what they were, I couldn't tell you, not because I didn't want to tell you, I don't remember what they were called. Comment on this blog if you know the name of one of them that I will give a description of, One of the restaurants we went to do had a strange name and Michael Caine owns it. If that helps.
Rebooting James Chang... 53%
Moving further along now. Im still trying to remember the things that happened after that really. Well I know what I can tell you that I remember finely. Our house.
Sounds strange, but I do, my main memory at this time, November/December time, was how cold the whole house was, and it didn't stop being cold for about 3 months. Our boiler, which to me, sounded like it was an empty metal box but had a goblin with a wrench inside, and whenever we wanted it on, we would hit the switch, then our goblin would smack a couple of things, and then the boiler itself would fart, letting out a some, but not long lasting heat.
Waking up in the morning, and opening that bedroom door, the cold would hit through me and send shivers everywhere. I may as well been outside.
If this blog that I am typing to you was a video, then I would simply do a montage for this bit. Not much that went on, well from what I remember.
Uni-Work-Uni-Work-Uni-Work.
The routine for me does not stop.
Christmas comes along, and from what I remember, was very good, was nice seeing everyone again.
New Years comes along, which I manage to get time off from work to go to Cocoon in BarFly in Liverpool. Usual suspects, me and Dave once again, raving it up. I would also like to announce that I did NOT lose my wallet that night.
January 6th 2011.
So practically the beginning of the new year. Its Sunday, I have work as usual. I get in my car. Im Driving out of my drive, and turn right to get out of the cul de sac. BAM! .....
what have I done? ....
Yep, you guessed it. After that whole blog titled 'Why Now?' which if you haven't read, was me detailing the events of my car's power steering failing, was me very annoyed and down about it. Thinking back to that, that was nothing compared to what happened. In a second. First thing I say out loud. "Oh shit". I assume, you who has been reading, gather as to what had happened.
Yep, I had hit a cow that exploded onto my car with guts everywhere, the severed head flew into the air and smashed through a window into my house. I was just about to type that I wish that had happened instead, but mind you that would not have been a nice replacement.
So instead of the cow, it was indeed, a car. A Ford Focus estate, silver. Funnily enough when getting out to view the damage, I see that the Ford has more damage than mine. The driver gets out. He's about 5.9, short, yet bushy black hair, early 50's, wearing lets just say old man clothing. First thing he says to me "Thats your fault." not "Are you okay?" so Immediately I want to crash my fist into his face now. I simply state that we shouldn't blame anyone until the insurance companies decide. Second thing he says to me"Are you saying it's my fault?". Can you see my frustration at this point? anyway thankfully there is a witness, whom thankfully defends me by stating of the massive blind spot that was to my disadvantage.
I ask the annoying man for his insurance details. I didn't have or know mine and so a phone call to my dad will be needed in a minute. " I don't have mine in my car it's at my house just up here so you will have to come to my house to get them". This is the third thing he has said to me and at the moment he's not making a name for himself in my book. Phil Dann was his name, I remember now, If you who is reading know him, whether your are mates with him or not, get him to read this because I want him to hate reading this.
As much as I do not want to go back to this guys house, I know that I have to. So I do, his house was nice, looked like he had a bit of cash on him, and it looks like he is going to try and get more off my insurance. The rest of this story is pretty boring but I will type you what happened in the end.
Two weeks go by and day in day out Im having phone calls with my insurance company. So in the end, Its my fault unfortunately, which was annoying. Upon hearing this information from the insurance guy, he also tells me that this Phil Dann, is also claiming 'Minor Back Injury'. Now lets think for a minute. I am a firm believer of Karma. Whatever you give out to this world you will only receive it in time. So since then, Im sure he has not had a pleasant year, where as, I have looking back at it now.
Sounds strange, but I do, my main memory at this time, November/December time, was how cold the whole house was, and it didn't stop being cold for about 3 months. Our boiler, which to me, sounded like it was an empty metal box but had a goblin with a wrench inside, and whenever we wanted it on, we would hit the switch, then our goblin would smack a couple of things, and then the boiler itself would fart, letting out a some, but not long lasting heat.
Waking up in the morning, and opening that bedroom door, the cold would hit through me and send shivers everywhere. I may as well been outside.
If this blog that I am typing to you was a video, then I would simply do a montage for this bit. Not much that went on, well from what I remember.
Uni-Work-Uni-Work-Uni-Work.
The routine for me does not stop.
Christmas comes along, and from what I remember, was very good, was nice seeing everyone again.
New Years comes along, which I manage to get time off from work to go to Cocoon in BarFly in Liverpool. Usual suspects, me and Dave once again, raving it up. I would also like to announce that I did NOT lose my wallet that night.
January 6th 2011.
So practically the beginning of the new year. Its Sunday, I have work as usual. I get in my car. Im Driving out of my drive, and turn right to get out of the cul de sac. BAM! .....
what have I done? ....
Yep, you guessed it. After that whole blog titled 'Why Now?' which if you haven't read, was me detailing the events of my car's power steering failing, was me very annoyed and down about it. Thinking back to that, that was nothing compared to what happened. In a second. First thing I say out loud. "Oh shit". I assume, you who has been reading, gather as to what had happened.
Yep, I had hit a cow that exploded onto my car with guts everywhere, the severed head flew into the air and smashed through a window into my house. I was just about to type that I wish that had happened instead, but mind you that would not have been a nice replacement.
So instead of the cow, it was indeed, a car. A Ford Focus estate, silver. Funnily enough when getting out to view the damage, I see that the Ford has more damage than mine. The driver gets out. He's about 5.9, short, yet bushy black hair, early 50's, wearing lets just say old man clothing. First thing he says to me "Thats your fault." not "Are you okay?" so Immediately I want to crash my fist into his face now. I simply state that we shouldn't blame anyone until the insurance companies decide. Second thing he says to me"Are you saying it's my fault?". Can you see my frustration at this point? anyway thankfully there is a witness, whom thankfully defends me by stating of the massive blind spot that was to my disadvantage.
I ask the annoying man for his insurance details. I didn't have or know mine and so a phone call to my dad will be needed in a minute. " I don't have mine in my car it's at my house just up here so you will have to come to my house to get them". This is the third thing he has said to me and at the moment he's not making a name for himself in my book. Phil Dann was his name, I remember now, If you who is reading know him, whether your are mates with him or not, get him to read this because I want him to hate reading this.
As much as I do not want to go back to this guys house, I know that I have to. So I do, his house was nice, looked like he had a bit of cash on him, and it looks like he is going to try and get more off my insurance. The rest of this story is pretty boring but I will type you what happened in the end.
Two weeks go by and day in day out Im having phone calls with my insurance company. So in the end, Its my fault unfortunately, which was annoying. Upon hearing this information from the insurance guy, he also tells me that this Phil Dann, is also claiming 'Minor Back Injury'. Now lets think for a minute. I am a firm believer of Karma. Whatever you give out to this world you will only receive it in time. So since then, Im sure he has not had a pleasant year, where as, I have looking back at it now.
Rebooting James Chang... 15%
Yeah just in case anyone is wondering the previous post has been in my drafts for a year, so what the hell, I published it...
Well let's put it this way, I haven't typed a blog in a very long time just because I didn't want to continue typing about myself, and also the fact that I only started one was for a minor University project. Now though, as I look back on this very simple web page about myself, reading what the last post was, I kind of wanted to continue typing but first I know that you all should be informed as to events has happened to me since then. The pleasant events, and the unfortunate events.
*Thinking*
So as I've been thinking about what has happened to me, since getting my power steering repaired, there's been a lot, I mean, it's been a year practically since I've written a blog, so if you know me well, you will know that my memory isn't great. Thinking harder now, I remember that after the repair of my power steering, rememberable events continued onto Halloween. Which was not good. My rave friend Dave Collins comes down from Ellesmere Port, along with other mate Alex Thornthwaite... I think thats how you spell it. I remember it comes to the evening time and I begin pre drinking, and Dave, who is driving to derby with alex, is late. The night for Halloween is to plan to go to Godskitchen Halloween party in Birmingham.
After about half an hour Dave and Alex finally arrive, quick chat, quick drink, quick change into rave gear and quick call to the cab service.
Skipping time now to Dave, Alex and myself, we're getting on a train and about to head to birmingham.
Skipping more time to all of us getting out onto the street and heading to Godskitchen. We get into Godskitchen, have some more drinks and...... thats all I remember.
The next morning I wake up and find myself thirsty, its about 11am and I hear that everyone in the house is up. Now, If you have ever seen 'The Hangover' this was my version of it. I get a knock on the door and its Seon (Sun) and Kenny coming into my bedroom. We have a chat, all is well, I then get fed the news of our events coming home.
Where do I start? well basically lets put it this way....
In the house that morning, in total there was:
Me
Kenny
Seon
Dave
Alex
Henry
April
Henry and April both went out into Derby for halloween, where as Kenny and Seon stayed in. So apparently when April and Henry got home, Henry was sick into a pint glass, which was left in the kitchen, April was sick in the sick in a box, in which was put in the spare room, still to this day not know why. When us three got home, we all crashed out, apparently. Dave crashed out on the couch in our living room, Alex, who had a sleeping bag in the spare room, simply crashed out in the spare room, the same location of the sick box, and as for me, I go to my bed.
So pretty normal for me, but there was a lot more to it than that, the bad news is about to come. So at this moment, Alex wakes up and only just realizes the sick box in the room. Dave is still asleep in the living room. Henry and April are both awake and them with Seon and Kenny all agree on heading to the Jonty Farmer for pub food (our local pub). So my stomach feels like a washing machine so I immediately say yes. I get up, realize that my going out clothes are scattered on the floor. Which is strange because I never do that regardless whether Im drunk or not. Anyway I throw on some clothes. Grab my phone. Grab my keys. Head to grab my wallet... Where's my wallet? my mind asks me. Where is my wallet? I look on my floor, nothing but going out clothes. I look in my pockets of my jeans. Nope. I look in all my draws. Nothing. I remember the frustrated feeling, even to this day. I had lost my wallet, and cannot even remember what had happened to it. So before I explode I just head to the Jonty Farmer where I am treated to pub food instead.
So a couple of days after that I begin getting my cards back. If you have ever lost your wallet, you know what I went through, I just hope no one who is reading this ever have to. Learn from my mistakes!
Well let's put it this way, I haven't typed a blog in a very long time just because I didn't want to continue typing about myself, and also the fact that I only started one was for a minor University project. Now though, as I look back on this very simple web page about myself, reading what the last post was, I kind of wanted to continue typing but first I know that you all should be informed as to events has happened to me since then. The pleasant events, and the unfortunate events.
*Thinking*
So as I've been thinking about what has happened to me, since getting my power steering repaired, there's been a lot, I mean, it's been a year practically since I've written a blog, so if you know me well, you will know that my memory isn't great. Thinking harder now, I remember that after the repair of my power steering, rememberable events continued onto Halloween. Which was not good. My rave friend Dave Collins comes down from Ellesmere Port, along with other mate Alex Thornthwaite... I think thats how you spell it. I remember it comes to the evening time and I begin pre drinking, and Dave, who is driving to derby with alex, is late. The night for Halloween is to plan to go to Godskitchen Halloween party in Birmingham.
After about half an hour Dave and Alex finally arrive, quick chat, quick drink, quick change into rave gear and quick call to the cab service.
Skipping time now to Dave, Alex and myself, we're getting on a train and about to head to birmingham.
Skipping more time to all of us getting out onto the street and heading to Godskitchen. We get into Godskitchen, have some more drinks and...... thats all I remember.
The next morning I wake up and find myself thirsty, its about 11am and I hear that everyone in the house is up. Now, If you have ever seen 'The Hangover' this was my version of it. I get a knock on the door and its Seon (Sun) and Kenny coming into my bedroom. We have a chat, all is well, I then get fed the news of our events coming home.
Where do I start? well basically lets put it this way....
In the house that morning, in total there was:
Me
Kenny
Seon
Dave
Alex
Henry
April
Henry and April both went out into Derby for halloween, where as Kenny and Seon stayed in. So apparently when April and Henry got home, Henry was sick into a pint glass, which was left in the kitchen, April was sick in the sick in a box, in which was put in the spare room, still to this day not know why. When us three got home, we all crashed out, apparently. Dave crashed out on the couch in our living room, Alex, who had a sleeping bag in the spare room, simply crashed out in the spare room, the same location of the sick box, and as for me, I go to my bed.
So pretty normal for me, but there was a lot more to it than that, the bad news is about to come. So at this moment, Alex wakes up and only just realizes the sick box in the room. Dave is still asleep in the living room. Henry and April are both awake and them with Seon and Kenny all agree on heading to the Jonty Farmer for pub food (our local pub). So my stomach feels like a washing machine so I immediately say yes. I get up, realize that my going out clothes are scattered on the floor. Which is strange because I never do that regardless whether Im drunk or not. Anyway I throw on some clothes. Grab my phone. Grab my keys. Head to grab my wallet... Where's my wallet? my mind asks me. Where is my wallet? I look on my floor, nothing but going out clothes. I look in my pockets of my jeans. Nope. I look in all my draws. Nothing. I remember the frustrated feeling, even to this day. I had lost my wallet, and cannot even remember what had happened to it. So before I explode I just head to the Jonty Farmer where I am treated to pub food instead.
So a couple of days after that I begin getting my cards back. If you have ever lost your wallet, you know what I went through, I just hope no one who is reading this ever have to. Learn from my mistakes!
I'm Ok. I'm Not Very Good. I'm Not Doing Well. I Feel Terrible
Since I had my complications with my mini, morale wasn't going too well. One minute. I'm doing absolutely fine, very exciting. Then brought down to earth by reality. 721 has gone out 400 back in. Im behind on rent now, and bills are due soon as well, and I don't get paid yet. Oh well, I will try and look at the positives.
Today. The only way I can best express what happened to me today is by not telling you what didn't go right, but to tell you what did go right, so this is what went right...
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