Short

I'm at home at the moment, contemplating the ins and outs of songwriting. What makes a good song is obvious when we hear an especially good or bad one, but writing one seems to be a different matter. And that concept of good or bad is solely based on opinion, which doesn't help me because I like a lot of things that everybody hates.

I may have hit a wall.

Congratulations, Excitement, and General Bollocks

There are two main things I want to touch on here, and I'm not sure right now if this is going to be another blog of epic proportions.

I have a rule for myself on here, and that is that I will never fear who will read what I write. Thats not saying I'll call my boss a dickhead, or randomly insult people, but I'll tell it like it is. I just wanted that out of the way before I potentially cause offence.

My summer at home left a bad taste in my mouth, largely because of the comparison to my first year of university. Upon my return I found I had significantly outgrown some of my friends, and best friends at that. But the real downer was that, aside from my own problems, one of my closest friends began to significantly alienate the rest of us. At this point I will say that this didn't happen for no reason, he went through a particularly difficult time and I don't know many people who would have reacted better given the situation. Things began to get better, but after a heated confrontation that left me in tears of anger and woe. Even at his own leaving do he disappeared to try and score with some girl. After my last post I hesitate to use the term Bro's Before Hoes, but at this point it was the last time we would see him, and it hurt.

So at this point I will say congratulations this friend, a fresher at Derby University, on his new relationship. Lord knows he's had a rough time of it in the last few months and this new girl is probably exactly what he needs. So, honestly, well done. And don't freak out if you read this. In all seriousness I love you like a brother, and I will always wish you the best.

Also, I had a lot of great times during the summer, great friendships got better, and the Reading Festival fucking ruled. It wasn't all emo and bollocks.

On a lighter note, Sunday is fast approaching. Open mike night is beckoning and now Morton and I have a set list and keep accidentally finding harmonies in the songs. I'm having a great time jamming with him, and now that yet another musical venture has opened itself up to me I feel like I'm 17 again, only with less crap and depression.

Until next time...

Hello Again, and Bro's before Hoes

Year 2.

Well, I expected to have visited and added to my own blog a lot more than I have, but such is life that it throws a lot at you at once, and co-incidentally I completely forgot I even had a blog in the first place. So now I return, hopefully with more to give.

Well, thats not strictly true. I'm going to reduce the length of each blog considerably, unless there's something I really, really want to talk about. For now I'll say this, the new flat and flat-mates are great, and despite people's urge to take the piss more than last year, I'm enjoying things so far. Having my girl here too is somewhat of a blessing. I won't have to go home to see her, as I was compelled to do pretty much every weekend last year, and that will hopefully bring me out of my shell a bit, help me experience life, the university and everything a whole lot more.

For example, going home last year meant that I did pretty much no washing, hell I visited the laundry room twice last year and one of those times was to watch the big TV and eat pizza. I went there last night, and succeeded in doing most of my laundry. Go me.

Now, as I mentioned before, I'll only write a heavy blog if I have something I want to talk about. Brace yourselves, whoever ends up reading this, because this is one of those times.

"Bro's before Hoes" is a rule that us lads have about nights out in general, and hell, I probably didn't need to tell you that at all. This rule has been the bane of my life this year, I actually wouldn't have mentioned it if I thought it didn't need clarification. The fact is, men use and abuse this rule often, and just freakin' break the damn thing at times.

I think the word "rule" is actually a little misleading here. "Bro's before Hoes" is not a rule per se, its more a system of working out whether you're wasting you're time. For example, if you're in a club and you start flirting with someone, and nothings really going anywhere, a man's friends will usually utter the words "Bro's before Hoes" if they want to leave. Now, what this should do is trigger a mechanism in the brain that lets you know that, well, nothings really going anywhere, and you'll leave with your friends, and maybe a phone number if you're lucky or persistent.

Now, I'm not saying that drink doesn't factor into this because it does in a pretty big way, but nine times out of ten this works, or it doesn't even need to be said. There is another use, to stop you doing something monumentally stupid, but I would sooner label that common sense.

So that's pretty clear right?

Its also quite a useful way of spotting whether or not you're being an idiot or an inexcusable dick, which applies to both the subject and the wielder of the rule. This usually occurs when someone who frequently breaks the rule decides to start preaching. It also occurs when the obvious fact is that your flirting is getting you nowhere. Depending of persistence, friends will usually stick around, but don't take them for granted. Seriously. Not two months ago I left a club with my friends because our other friend had decided we were nothing more than guards for his drink while he needed to pee and unsuccessfully flirt.

And for the love of Pete, don't say the words "Bro's before Hoes" if someone is with their girlfriend and you want to leave. I mean, come on!

Anyway after that ramble I'm exhausted, mostly because it's half past three in the morning. Apologies therefore if I'm being incoherent. My thanks go to Morton for saying he was updating his blog on Facebook and reminding me that I had one. Take care.