I made it

Finally. My last exam finished.

I think it went OK and hopefully I've done enough to pass.

It took a while for the feeling of freedom to truly sink in yesterday. I think it well and truly sunk in once I got back to my flat, sat down and thought, 'For the next four months I literally have no commitments; nothing that needs to be done, no deadlines, nothing'. The feeling was good.

Before I got back to the flat where I was greeted with this wonderful epiphany, I had some errands to run; books to return to the library; that kind of thing. So on the way down to the library from the exam hall, me and Luce explored the area we'll be living in next year a little. We had a gorgeous lunch at this little Mediterranean place. Cathays is brilliants for little cultural places like that. It has so many non-chain restaurants with food from all over the world, all of which will be at my fingertips next year.

When we got back to the flat, after the epiphany, I beat Ben's ass 7-1 on Fifa, meaning he had to run around the building twice. It was brilliant. Everything that could have went right yesterday did. Me, Luce and Dan went to the Blackweir and I had a few cheeky pints of cider in the glorious sunshine. While we were sat there Luce's friend from school came and sat with us and I called Momin to come and join us. I ended up going to town with Momin and Luce where we met Darsh and Luce's flatmates for a meal at Las Iguanas, a gorgeous Latin American restaurant. For starter I had empanadas which are a gorgeous, I believe Argentinian, pastry and look exactly like the food of my homeland, the good old Cornish pasty.

Then me, Luce and Darsh went out to Oceana which was awesome. It was brilliant to be out and not have to worry about any work that's still to be done. We met some friends from our course, including my flatmate Hannah. We then hit Live Lounge after Oceana and partied on down; me, Luce, Luce's greek friend Alex, Giovanna and Momin. Needless to say, it was a late one. It always is when Live Lounge is involved. It's the club where people go when all the other clubs start closing, spitting their hammered patrons out on to the streets. Everyone there is wasted and the music, which includes songs such as Tenacious D's Tribute really provides one of the funniest and best ends to a night out that I've had in Cardiff.

So now there's one night out remaining on Friday and then on Saturday I'm off home to the hopefully sunny Plymouth.

It's so good to be free.

Today

I got up ridiculously late today. Not for any particular reason. I mean, I was up late last night but I wasn't doing anything of particular significance such as partying 'til the early hours. (Maybe if I had been partying you would get some interesting blogs...) No, I was playing Final Fantasy IV and watching Peep Show.

Having my breakfast at 12.30 PM was a bit surreal. Even my flatmates who had gone out last night were already well into their day when I had just started mine.

I then proceeded to alternate between work and procrastination. I used to be able to tackle my work head on. Not anymore. It appears that unless I have a deadline tomorrow, I tend to just beat around the bush, watching the clock tick by, until I even start making moves towards getting anything done.

I had a massive craving for Farley's rusks today. Yes, those things that babies eat. So when I went to Tesco this evening I thought I'd buy some. I managed to get a box of 18 for a quid. That, my friends, is a RESULT.

I also grabbed a copy of NME for the first time in what must be a year. It was between that and a copy of Front which had a very attractive naked female on the front. NME just tipped it though because it came with a free CD and a Gorillaz poster which now resides on my door. I don't know what the fact that I chose a free CD and a poster over a naked woman says about me. Whatever it is, it can't be good.

Since reading Q, I've found NME to be trying a bit too hard to appeal to the 'cool' readers by writing about the 'cool' bands, even if it means stooping to the level of outright dissing bands it used to praise. For instance it called White Lies an, and I quote, 'underwhelming shitheap'. Bastards. Oh well, the CD and poster were enough for me, despite the shoddy music journalism..