I suppose I should blog

'CAUSE SHIT JUST GOT REAL!

Definately, kind of, maybe, not particularly. Describe it however the hell you want, but I'm feeling cool right now, so let's talk about my week.

College is no longer a grinding experience for me, I feel like I'm finally connecting with a few people, I don't really want to talk about the work 24/7. Not going to be mentioning names (they might be stalking me).

Other than college, I have been out twice (yes, that's a 100% increase on my average!), my first outing was to the lovely Karolina before she left for her holiday, we stood in shops and complained about gloves like all the cool kids do. My second outing was to see the equally lovely Nat before she left for her holiday, we tried and failed to defeat Ursula from the Little Mermaid, because she's a bitch and she knows it. Today I've just been chilling before I leave for holiday.

Maybe something holday related would have been a better title...

So, what else have I been doing other than being social and getting an education (selfish bastard, aren't I)? Well, I read through the entire archive of a webcomic called Problem Sleuth, see below for picture:
The title tells you it's about some kind of detective, the picture...the picture tells you nothing. Either way, it's amazing. Read it here.

Anyway, I'm leaving in a couple of hours, so I guess it's time to wrap up (you have NO IDEA how long it took me to write this).

Brb, Blackpool.

How my mind works.

This is all one sheet of paper.

Alternate title: "an hour of my life".

A warning.

You're all going to have to bare with me for a while. Nothing much is going on in my life and I may become a boring/more boring person for a while because of that. If you just so happen to be my best friend and hang off of every word I say, you may want to find a temporary replacement. If I think of something amazing and exciting, I'll inform you all.

However, if you only read my blog to look at funny/cute pictures, you're in luck:

18+

So, I'm 18 now. I'm not really sure what else there is to say other than picking up from where I left off on my last blog.

On my birthday, Eleanor and Aaron came round, I got a bunch of presents (everything on my list AND MORE) and then we just sat around having fun. Afterwards I went out for a meal with Karolina, it was all good.

On Sunday, Damaris wasn't able to turn up to what I'd been planning to do for months (11, to be precise), but luckily Aaron was on hand to replace her:
We went to Eurogamer and played games all day, all the videos are on my youtube.

I'm aware that I'm being ridiculously vague about it all, but honestly, I can't remember much of what I did, all I know was that it was an amazing weekend. Here are some pictures that I may have taken:

Just in case a diva turned up.

I always expected my phone's camera to have worse quality...

So very, very close.

But not quite, I'm not the kind of guy who waits around for his birthday like a chump, I'm the fucker who celebrates a day early! Celebrations will also be held on the day and the day after. Those interested, take a leaflet.

Tonight was easily one of the best, if not THE best birthday celebration of my life so far, and not only because I got to eat my favourite meal. The lineup for the night was Eleanor, Tom, James, Daisy, Aaron and Damaris. Keep in mind that the latter three had come back from uni, which was amazing.

Not long after we got our table I was assaulted by staff, who tied six balloons to me:

pictures available when I get them,no prizes for guessing who from.

Believe me, it's ridiculously awkward to eat dinner with 2 balloons tied to each of your wrists.

To my stalkers: dinner was surf n' turf (that's king prawns and steak) with mushroom sauce and cheesy mash, it was amazing. But that wasn't all, since the traditional birthday "humiliation" (with free cake) was next on the cards:

Afterwards, I managed to pull myself away from the memorisation that the fire atop the candle produced to say a few improvised words to respond to the typical "speech" chant. I'll try to recreate it for the purpose of this blog as best I can:

Fire, I like fire. Like my candle, I was ignited, 18 years ago, and luckily my flame grew, and spread from thatched roof to thatched roof. May my flame continue to spread, may all our flames continue to spread. I like fire.

I think that's fairly accurate.

After this, Damaris managed to ruin the whole day by spilling coke, the whole day. I'm joking, I got over it. I ate my cake, and my brownies, and my ice cream, then we left.

It was great.

Also, I got a few early presents, a planner from Aaron (I'm more organised than you think), money from Tom, and this from Daisy:

It's just the most amazing thing. I already love it , But what do I call it? Suggestions on a postcard please.

Tomorrow, I become an adult.

P.S. 60mph in a mini is terrifying.