A Very Early Blog, But Equally Depressing

Right, I’ve got to keep on top of this. Well, where did today start? At eight ‘o’ clock I guess. Joy of joys, I had rowing; at least I thought I did. I was looking forward to getting out onto the water, so I got up nice and early, donned my good sporty clothes and walked on down to Southsea. As soon as I got there, I was greeted by the sight of other people getting into boats and striding off into the waves. Quickly I was explained to that today was the veteran’s day for rowing, in order to get their skills up so they could take us out next week. It all seemed like a bit of a jolly to me, but who knows... anyway, James and I settled for doing some training instead, and so were guided into the ‘ergo’ rowing machines and told to row at a ridiculously slow pace. It was dull, but at least it was something. Afterwards, we went on a short run around the common, which was nice, since it didn’t seem half as difficult as it did on Monday. I think I may be getting fitter... either that or it was just the fact that it was a shorter run... again, who knows?

After that, we were taken back to the boathouse where James and I challenged ourselves on a 2KM row on the machines. We both did it in less than 10 minutes, which seemed to suitably impress the instructor who must’ve thought we were retarded at the beginning. Then, we stood about, chatting and socialising before heading back to the flat for a well deserved shower, James gave me a much-appreciated lift and by the time I’d had my shower, I felt excellent. Since nobody else was around, I decided to go down to the Gun wharf Quays in order to get lunch and buy sports gear. It turned out that there was nothing down there that I really wanted or could afford. I was looking for sunglasses at one point and saw some for £230... I quickly left the shop; shaking my head in disbelief... the glasses didn’t even look that good. However, the sun was shining and I had a nice sandwich basking in the glory of the Spinnaker Tower with Vicky, who I found along my way. She was there to meet her Grandma who lives on the Isle of Wight, bless.

After that, my legs felt like they were going to give in, so I hurried back to the flat, where I sat and mellowed out in front of the laptop and copious amounts of TV downloaded from the internet. Some girls had come around the day before selling tickets for the UV party at the Union but I’d said I wasn’t sure what I was doing so I did not buy any. To my surprise it seemed that everyone else in the entire world had bought tickets so I had to go upstairs to knock on the same girl’s door to ask if they had any more. Of course, they weren’t in. So I went back and did more architecture work, convincing myself that I didn’t need to go, I had plenty of work to be getting on with, and the sleep would be nice anyway. However, half way through cooking TV a knock on the door came and some guy sold me a ticket to the UV rave, I was so happy. What luck, eh... or a swindle... Depends on how you look at it. So I agreed I would go.

After making an exceptionally bland and dry stir fry with only onions, chicken, rice and seasoning I prepared for the night ahead, going out to the co-op to buy a large amount of strong, dry cider, which I drank most of back at the flat in order to make the night a little cheaper. When we got to the Union, again it failed to be any different from any other night, the same instantly forgettable tunes, a little bit of laser and strobe lighting apparently turned it into a ‘rave night.’ However, the people made up for it, I tried to dance around madly, but found the best way to enjoy myself was at the bar. When friends went outside for a smoke it was like heaven, since the air in the union was putrid and the floors were as crowded as ever. At midnight, I was so bored that I just left without anyone else and walked back to the flat, dodging streams of vomit and weaving between the drunken lovers. It’s so depressing walking back on your own, but I could stand standing up any longer, all I wanted to do was get back at rest. And so that brings me to where I am now, a relatively short and pointless day, but interesting nonetheless. So here I am, writing my blog at 1.30 in the morning. Whatever... If anyone can make any sense of this rambling, don’t hesitate to tell me. Goodnight.