Confidence and american men

Are some things not just so funny yet depressing at the same time. Someone tells you the same thing over and over again. That thing then appears more and more in your life, until it gets to the point where it occupies your mind so much you just have to laugh at yourself.

I'm always told to take risks, so now writing this down i vow to correct that. I don't mean stupid things like drink acid for a dare. I mean push myself, actually do something worthwhile instead of moaning about it and getting depressed.

People say you can't reinvent yourself, you're the same forever. I disagree I am about to prove that statement false, and Reuben I'm completely going to give up giving up, give up emo episodes and mute my moaning. Its not pleasant, no one wants to know so shut the fuck up.

For reference this made me think of it

Weird how peoples inspiration comes from odd things

From now on don't expect any of it.

Spur of the moment

Have you ever felt like you were living in a move? Where life seems so wonderful, set to perfect music, great cinematography but more importantly and fundamentally the actors.


Now as one would expect I'm not going to go on about an area where my knowledge is weak, this is a metaphor. I feel as though things have really come out right at the moment.


To be honest this is where my head initially run out of ideas, and life does have an uncanny irony of knocking you down from your high horse, but even that at the moment is treated more with hilarity than annoyance or pain.

Now with some neuroscience, this is a bonus for me as I'm supposed to be studying it and I think this counts, maybe.

Brains. Our brains are almost at peak condition which means we don't have any excuse for forgetting anything, unless told during times of great stress. Fortunately or unfortunately at the age of 27 our brain begins its decline into the mush that is currently in all our parents heads and the baby food inside our grandparents. Luckily alcohol doesn't kill brain cells, only slows growth so don't always drink. Drugs on the other hand cause a whole host of problems but that is why they are so good, isn't it? Another interesting fact is you know those day to day tasks that you sometimes mess up, drinks, passing things sometimes you are just a bit clumsy. I know I am, and quite a few poeple I know are. These mistakes can be detected in the brain upto 30 seconds before they happen, while that isn't long; I do hear you ask, why don't we stop ourselves. To be honest I don't know nor do I care, but it is to do with in built tasks being repeated and if we 'switch off' they go wrong. SO next time you mess something up blame the mundanity of the work

Concoction

This weekend has been truly amazing.

Visited London, actually grown some balls, had an amazing night at fabric despite a fall, watched Man U and France get beat, and spent the weekend with the best people around.

Right back from the autopsy, now not to sound like a over sensitive hypochondriac but i went to A & E today. Only because my flat insisted and then the minor injuries nurse sent me there, even though my basic knowledge of concussion and brain physiology told me I was fine, I needed to be told it by a Doctor and a smirking uni doctor.... Just cause I do biomedical science does not make me thick.

However on with the science, I feel obliged as this story did prove particularly that there a quickly decreasing amount of things science cannot solve.

This one is for blokes really but, you know in these days of tight fitting shirts and t-shirts worn to clubs and the advert of drunken dancing by vodka and electro mean you may sweat. This may not stink as the repulsive smell known colloquially as BO is actually caused by bacteria feeding of all the lovely things in sweat, like ions and urea - yes the same stuff that is in urine, lush. However urea is only small amounts so don't worry, there is a BIG difference between being sweaty and performing diuresis on one's head.

Moving on though a Rob Brydon a chef from Guildford thought that his excess sweat was becoming a problem and had the glands removed in a minimally invasive, and considering the price of other cosmetic surgery cheap price of £3500.

Oh and one heads up, salt makes you feel better, that is why we have so much even though we're apparently dieing from the consequences. Except as I have been told the kidneys are so good at getting rid of it it doesn't really matter.

Just thought I'd highlight the skill of DJ Yoda, very topical as well with the black and white man.

The Key is Continuity

As most football fans keep saying, keeping the same manager is a good idea, look at SAF and Wenger, David Moyes etc They have been at their clubs for many years, and look at the success it brings. Now I support Newcastle United, defenders of St. James Park in the North-East of England. Upholding the standard of football in that area, well it is not hard, although current league positions do not reflect well on us at all. But don't be mistaken into thinking this is about football, no I hide my favourite team under smoke and canvas due to embarrassment at the fact managers are in a revolving door and they get spat out cockney

The point of this is continuity is good, so I thought I'd put a bit on this blog. Also I though I should live up to the title, info on owls will come later. I will however be informing you of important scientific updates, some that you'll want to know, some that are funny (fart gas hydrogen sulphide may be the new Viagra) and stuff that you should just know.

Right so here goes.... as many I for one am a teenager and I seem to suffer a problem where my circadian rhythm (You're biological clock) is later than other people's, late nights, late risings and a need to nap. The older generations will accuse me of being lazy, partly true but it appears there is a reason for this, which is to do with those things that cause mood swings and horrible tempers for little reason, yes hormones. I should have 9 hours sleep a night, I would love that, but sleeping is a problem, until late that is, especially in university with loads of other people around and the 'amazing nights out' with '£1 drinks' serving as a giant magnet for the still maturing teenager keen to form social interactions. I am no different, I have to say I prefer my flat sanctuary, much more appealing than some load oppressive club.

However heed this warning, as with all of this, this does not mean going to bed late is good, although I don't really need to say that do I? It increases your risk of diabetes, reduction in cognitive ability. So get to bed earlier, and contrary to popular belief don't do anything, listen to music or read. It reduces your ability to drop off, so give your brain a rest because no matter what older generations say we are using them, it is still maturing.

Don't worry though, those who either fast tracked through puberty or started early you'll be out of this soon, others like myself, well lazy days could be there for a while.

oh and as an aside

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A MORNING PERSON

To go with this

Not only a great song, also a weird video for all you interested in that stuff. Although I suspect now I will be knocked back down for my paltry second-rate knowledge on animation, but hey go ahead

Pride

Now I thought that I wouldn't have to let go my sensitive side to words, however that is about to be broken. Firstly yesterday I was told I was the most attractive person in my flat, indirectly, which is lovely as that doesn't happen a lot, and lets face it everybody likes compliments every now and again.


Mistakenly thinking I had gone off women, I all of a sudden realised I hadn't when the person I liked was dating someone, in summation bollocks there. Even worse than liking someone who is single or in a relationship as I have written below

single - Bonus - you have a chance
Tied - Know there isn't a chance - but you can't be disappointed
Dating - Now, this is horrible final losing something into the light.

Now you can probably guess from my firmly unbalanced argument I may fall into the later bitter category. The only bonus out of this is that they are happy, better one than none.

This leads succinctly onto music, which is the best accompaniment to any life situation.
So I thought of creating a smart playlist on my itunes of Hip-Hop music. Those words out my mouth are rare, but embrace all things and all that Jazz.... Appealing to my indie side Jaydiohead, possibly the greatest mashup I have ever heard, download it here http://jaydiohead.com/ if you are a fan of Jay Zed or the depressing heart felt Radiohead, you'll be pleasantly surprised about how well they fit, and for once the lyrics for Radiohead's music are not deeply involved in masturbation and drugs.

Also harking back to years ago - Spooks with something fresh

Pop Quiz = 29

Apparently writing a blog whilst drunk is good practice, or so I am told at least.
As usual for a Sunday night our flat night out to the Stephenson quiz was accompanied by abusive language towards opposing teams for cheating, this week however they were caught out and lost.... hahahahaha

But this week it was our turn to win, and it felt so good. I love winning but I love feeling superior to others. Ashley's course fiend, and yes that is not a typo, fiend. Adam 'Jelly bean' is apparently a prick, so I take pride in beating his team, who A. cheated and B. Contained the entire population of Norfolk, ducks included.

Now apart from the pride and joy, more pride and joy became of our team when we realised it was a £25 bar tab, enabling us all to get quite light headed as it were. It then seemed wise to play pool, now usually, I'm just short of rubbish. This time I was well off my average ability.

But apparently my blog is too random so for a bit of continuity, I am going to start by naming current loves...

in music.

At the moment I'm quite into Interpol and Elefant. But due to a significant lack of motivation Rage against the machine.
My favourite song by Interpol at the moment is PDA - Public display of affection
I think it is very apt, especially in my drunken stupor, PDAs quite often occur

Unwelcome cock then banished

The evening started oddly enough with me eating some slightly burnt food, my Yorkshire puddings hadn't quite risen properly, which i put down to the lack of eggs. Digressing from my stomach however we tidied our flat, that we meaning, Jemma, Will, Ashley, Calum (surprisingly) and myself, vacuuming, creating a lost property pile of rubbish that people could not be arsed to put away and completing the washing up that hadn't been done. This took a considerable amount of time, but it looked amazing afterwards, even for someone with my standards of cleanliness. This being all in preparation for a sleep over, basically an excuse to drink, eat poor food and play games that were best left in your pre-pubescent years. This later seemed to attract said disdainful young hoodlums like a magnet, who my foolish flat mate considered would be a good idea to invite in.

Bearing in mine there first words to us were 'we only have 2 id's' it did not bode well. They seemed intent on getting into our flat and drinking for a party. Not that they didn't seem nice enough, because they weren't. One looked like a Kook's reject lacking, well lacking ability in anything but stupid wise cracks and permed hair. Another who kinda looked like the milky bar kid with braces, who preceded to think it was a great idea while at the door to have a go at me, to take me ransom so when they went to the off licence to buy them beer they would let back in the flat. I subtly refused.

They did however leave, but with my earlier mentioned foolish flatmate, and guest. Later returning with beer, by this time we were knocking on 3 in the morning, not the hour I like to see when conscious. I want to vividly imagine holidays or riding my bike, not be sat up listening to why I 'should get one down me' because if i didn't i was a 'pussy.' Funny coming from a bunch of guys who come from an all boys private school who haven't seen a girl apart from on the Internet, while all huddled together round a computer screen. They also proceeded to make lewd comments about Jemma, which revealed my slightly more hostile side. Suffice to say most of the rabble that came out their mouths was bullshit, shortly followed by each others cock's.

This all coming from the guy 2 minutes later who looked as though he'd rather be anywhere but our front room as a particularly scary looking security guard came in, and in simple terms ordered them out.

This sagacious action was caused by a more well adjusted human in the name of Ashley, his conversation to the security went a little something like this:

"Hello I was just wondering if you could send someone round to .....
Yes there is a bunch of just pubescent children and it is late and not the done thing to be loud and puerile"

His approach didn't satisfy the more pugnacious amongst who actually got dressed (it was a sleep over after all) in an attempt to kick them out, but definitely will make me laugh when I think back to their faces of fear and stark shock