Thursday, 30 April 2009
Indecisiveness strikes again.
Decisions,decisions…
Ive been considering moving uni recently, i want to live in a bigger city with a better music scene and stuff, im kinda looking at leeds,london,sheffield and brighton at the moment.but at the same time i love the people ive met in plymouth and the uni here is pretty sweet, ive decided to make a list of for & against. Im well aware this is probably of no interest to anyone and its kinda a personal choice but i really can’t decide so im gonna do it anyway.
Reasons to stay:
-Living by the sea is amazing, i can pretty much go for a swim or to a beach whenever i like and cornwall is on my doorstep- which is fookin mint.
-Its a lot warmer down here than anywhere else in the country.
-The riding scene is pretty good even if central skatepark is shit.
-The nightlife is pretty good for clubs and bars, and the music is really good for d&B/dubstep.
-I’ve made so many friends here 5 of whom i already have a housing contract with.
-my parents will be livid at another example of my indecisivness, leading to months of kitchen silences.
-Its Cheap!
-Exeter has a good music scene and its a mere £4 on the train,bristol is close too.
-and last but not least the whole thing will mean uprooting my life again and loads of hassle.
Reasons to go:
-Ive always wanted to live in London
-Ive always wanted to live in sheffield/leeds
-Better music scene/more to do in all these cities.
-Would be easier to get some kind of journalisitc experience in london.
-The constant rain in plymouth
-better riding in all these cities
- leeds is far cheaper than plymouth 80p a pint!
-plymouth is not exactly what i expected.
-i intended to move to london as soon as uni was done anyway!
What to do?
Brighton/west wittering/ass end of nowhere trip
Went on a lil daytrip with the brothers, went to brighton to chill and find some sick stuff in the lanes. Had a rad time just chilling there, my personal highlight being the ‘giant chip butty’ in brighton varsity giant meaning about the length of my arm. Was fookin mint despite the fact the following exchange with one of brightons large homosexual population,something like this:
F: Alright lads, two questions, first of all do any of you like anal sex?
Us: nah man im not really down with that
F: Ohhh come on your in brighton, when in rome?
Us: still a no
F: oh, in that case do you have a lighter?
Us: nah sorry son
You can’t knock the guy for trying,or lack of confidence. a little weird though methinks i may try that one in the student union smoking area sometime though, who knows maybe its just a case of picking the right girl.
anyways i digress we left brighton and decided to hit west wittering on the way home for some foozball and cold sea paddling, got there as the sun was setting to find miles of empty beach, not a soul to be seen apart from two three wheeled micro scooters, which were then 360’d, whipped and in due course snapped. Walked out to some sandbanks, i could see the daily mail headlines about our ‘tragic’ drowning until someone decided that the sea encircling us was probably our indication to leave. On the way home we stopped in some godforsaken farmers field, i have no idea where i can only guess it was somewhere between west wittering and basingstoke. We made a pretty sweet fire, used some weeds to toast marshmellows and all was well.
big love
I forgot to mention we then went to a 24th birthday party with five people in attendance, being 19 and not knowing any of said 24 year olds made this one of the most cringe worthy experiences ive had in a while.
Sandy sandy shoes.