It’s started. It started almost 12 hours ago. The work load has been unveiled like some sort of glorious cake. I couldn’t have been less enthusiastic about today if I’d tried, this morning was the earliest I’d woken since the last time I’d worked an 8-4. Still, up I got, and the three of us left the flat despondent to say the least. After almost 2 hours of “desk cleaning” Pete came through to talk to us, and I became a little more interested again. This went on throughout the day, Pete speaking, and me wanting to do work, but when he stopped speaking, I was like; “Fuck this…BBC Sport website.”
I can see this being a problem.
This year is all about self initiated study, and on shit that interests me. So I’ll go into tangents of what I do. I’ve recently (March) started running properly, I’ve taken it quite seriously, totalling 204 miles since then. That’s like from my house, to Aberdeen. Illustrated below.
Looking back, in six months it’s not that far. I think I could have gotten to Inverness but I sprained my ankle in August. Running is something I always associated my dad with, I’d foolishly thought that he had only done it as a hobby though. In truth, he’s ran 10ks, half-marathons and marathons. When I was younger I couldn’t be bothered with running, I took one look at how spent he was, and decided that wasn’t for me. Running didn’t have the glamour that football did; money, sponsors, summers off. Running looked like it hurt, and gave you little or no encouragement. Running looked boring.
Now though, I’m doing running, for two main reasons;
- Football, I realised, is fucking hard to be the best at. To be a footballer, you need to be picked up by a top club at the grand old age of 11 or 12. If you weren’t, then why bother. Without playing regularly, I found that I’m definitely not as good as I was.
- Football has gave me too many injuries to mention, specifically battered ankles, weakened by countless twists and sprains.
That’s one thing I do. Another is listen to a lot of music. But so does everyone. Here’s a list of some things I do, or am interested in.
I’m fascinated by Scottish scenery. I love old pictures. I spend Saturdays listening to football on the radio. I support Kilmarnock because my friend does. Fog/mist makes every photo look instantly haunted. I only seem to go on about 4 different websites. I tweet, and I have done 2258 times. I do a bit of blogging but it’s poor quality and has no real purpose. I worked out that if third year was worth a degree, I’d have gotten a 2:1. I like to make lists. I like to constantly check my bank balance. I can’t grow a beard. I keep telling myself that I’m going to stop drinking. I like to nurse a pint with friends. My hero is my nan. I have crooked toes. Scott Hutchison and Laura Marling are my favourite vocalists. The hate olives.
This has went on for too long. Here’s a picture;
I think it’s a zombie?
