Tuesday 16 October 2012

Frisbee, Food and a Fire Alarm

Unsurprisingly this is going to be another uni themed post, something about the change of scenery lends itself to writing, that and the fact with the emphasis now on weekly posts they will now include more everyday events than before, but hopefully if the last few weeks are a sign of the future that should lead to some good topics to write about. If you haven't quite noticed yet openings aren't exactly one of my strong points, rather than create a smooth transition into writing, i much prefer the stumble around cluelessly and hope that when read over it makes some sense at the very least. I suppose, though, that could be something i can look to improve over this year... or i could just leave it to be and see how that goes... yeh i like the sound of the latter. Still i have the dilemma of how to start this post, maybe attempt some sort of link now, or maybe just jump straight into it... i tell you what i'll borrow a trick from one of my friends.

Talking about fire alarms, what would you consider the worst time to have the fire alarm go off? Got an answer? Well since i have no idea what your answer is that was quite a pointless exercise as i can't exactly make a comment on it, but what i can say is that yesterday morning having just got into the shower has to be up on such a list. I would set the scene but i think the previous sentence suffices as such. So i was faced with 3 options, one of which was only a fleeting possibility as it was a stupid idea: go outside in my towel; go back to my room, get changed, then proceed outside; or, just stay in the shower and hope that it protects me.

Needless to say that the stupid option was the first, especially in the cold of a Durham morning. So there i was faced with the two options, and as with any quick decision making situation, there's little time to think and anytime spent thinking is quickly followed by the thought of the time wasted thinking and the need to make a decision, which leads onto thinking about said decisions for a bit, followed by the thought that you're wasting time and so on and so on. Luckily i didn't get sucked into this infinite cycle, as my inbuilt decision timer (as previously discussed on vvv) kicked in.

I'll relieve the suspense you've no doubt worked up and let you sit back away from the edge of your seats and tell you that i in fact went back, got changed and went outside. The annoying thing with this was i was now outside fully clothed and it was now breakfast time, which meant that the effort of taking a shower had significantly increased and half the purpose (to wake me up) had ceased to exist (the cold outdoors does a much better job of that). And since it was just a drill, there was no danger anyway, though i'm still sure a shower is a reasonably safe place in a fire, so looking back i wish i had just stayed in there.

Now i should say that as well as opening being a problem, this week the joints are too, especially after last weeks coincident galore.  So here is the rather cumbersome and awkward joining section... yeh this is it really not sure how to follow, though given the title you should hopefully know where it's going (although having looked at it, i now realise that the order makes little sense, so there's the possibility of two topics to come up next). Riveting stuff hey... no not really.

Anyways... Food (glorious food, as the song goes). I'm not sure whether i've mentioned my summer eating habits and i'm not going to go back and check so i'll assume you haven't, and if you have feel free to shout at me, although you will just be shouting at a computer screen. During the summer (and the previous months in the run up to it) i went through an unusual (well for me) eating pattern, well pattern is a loose word for it. For most my life i've eaten at set times and when i've been hungry inbetween, which moulded into a very regimented breakfast, 11 o'clock snack, lunch, cheese on toast, tea routine. Over summer however this all changed and i ended up eating 2 or even 1 meal a day, but i'm not really here to talk about that part, more about the now enforced meal times of university.

It feels weird, to say the least, especially since i'm now eating when i'm not hungry ( i haven't really been hungry since i've come to Durham.) Although whilst this is partly down to the set mealtimes, it is also alot to do with the colleges love of all things potato. One meal they served gnocchi, new potatoes, chips and jacket potato, i never thought i'd say this but that is too much potato. The other problem i'm facing is their salad bar, sounds healthy you say, and yes it is apart from the coleslaw, which is just oh so tempting. The first week i was having it with every meal, now i've managed to cut it down to only lunch, but it still doesn't seem to healthy, but then again it is in the salad bar, which technically means i have salad everyday.

So i've had to find ways to combat this gluttony (hey look an actual link that works!) the Durham hills of course help a lot, but that is not enough to combat it. Frisbee to the rescue, well ultimate frisbee to be more precise. I have a lot to say about this grand sport, but time is of the essence as tea is just round the corner, so i'll save that all for another time. All i feel i should say now, is that if you have the opportunity to try out ultimate, then don't waste it.

Now normally i'm quite at endings, but this week is obviously not a good week for me, as i really can't think of a way to end this. And with time pressing, i'm not sure i can afford much indecision here, so yeh i suppose that's it for this week, hope you have a good week.

This is the end of today's post.

Was that too abrupt? Nevermind, that comment has just made it pointless though... So this is really the actual end, no more to write... at all... bye.

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