Home for the hols

I came back to Sheffield last Friday for the Easter break. It’s nice being at home but I have come down with a rather severe case of hay fever so I’ve spent this week feeling quite, quite rotten.

I want to record some music demos while I’m off to take back to college so I can start learning to use the recording gear there properly. Fingers crossed I’ll feel better next week so I can crack on with that.

When I return to college I might try and get another move as I’m getting fed up with the collection of dullards in my section of the dorm. I thought I was pretty straight laced but these guys seem to provide a new definition for the phrase. I think they’re just self serving control freaks who find it hard to be honest about themselves, so perhaps my own brand of insular self deprecation doesn’t mix well (or maybe it mixes too well and gives them something to abuse).

My old house has finally been sold by the mortgage lender and the shortfall isn’t as bad as I’d feared. Nevertheless I’m going to see about applying for a Debt Relief Order in the hope that I can start focusing on my future. I hope that I can keep my remaining musical equipment as losing that will mean a real set-back.

I must stay in contact with friends while I’m off on holiday. There are a couple of nice people at college that I’d like to stay in touch with, but being the uncertain and under confident person that I am, I’m not 100% sure they want to stay in touch with me. I am a silly sod sometimes, but what can you do?

My end of term reports at college were generally ok, but there was one from my least favourite tutor that required explaining. It was at that stage that I raised my concerns about the lack of continuity, focus and organisation in the training being provided. If we’re meant to teach ourselves then why are we paying for specialist tuition at a residential college?

My girlfriend has got a few things planned for the period that I’m off. Let’s hope we’re both in the mood when it comes round to it. We’re terrible for cancelling plans at the last minute. Just a mini-pub crawl would be nice, however I’m not too fussed about drinking when I’m at home… it’s surreal enough here, alcohol only seems to sober me up, lol.

We’re looking after a friend’s two guinea pigs while they are away on holiday and we’re quite enjoying the extra company. Our own guinea pig doesn’t seem to care about the new arrivals however the rabbit has been extra playful when we take her out of the hutch so I’m wondering if she’s making an extra effort in the fear that she’s going to be replaced. She won’t, of course, and the new arrivals will be off home soon.

The sun’s finally hit this fine land and I still haven’t got much summer wear that fits me. I bought some shorts the other week but I still need a pair of trainers and some lighter shirts. I look daft in smart shoes and dark colours. Oh well, I hardly ever fit in anyway.

Right, must dash, I have a runny nose to wipe, yuk!!