Standin' On A Streetlight.

After almost a month of turning every scenario over in my head I finally got the exam results back. Scoring a 15 for Politics and 17 for I.R. (the highest mark I’ve ever had). Suffice to say I’m satisfied with them; it also makes the four weeks of 9 o’clock library starts well worth while. These results called for a big night in town, but when the drinks started flowing I was inebriated before I knew it.

Three weeks solid without a drink and I can’t believe how fast the tolerance level drops. Left town at about one and woke up feeling like ultra-shit, leading to only one outcome: From now on I am 'Mr Moderation'. No more getting absolutely wrecked just for the sake of it, because I’ve came to realise that the costs of alcohol are far outweighed by the benefits of sobriety. Shelled out £30 on drinks last night compared to £7 the week before on coke.

It’s also been a good few weeks for catching up with people. Spent a few days with Sludge, Peeps, Gareth and the Shotgun-Blues crew, which has been beneficial because just when I think I’m beginning to drift away from people it turns out that most of them are going through the same changes or problems. Also, with more time being spent on coursework than in previous years the time spent with mates also means a lot more.

Overall, a humdrum month so far - no valentines, a bad virus, a victory over beer and successful relationship with the health plan. Two pseudo-dates being among the highlights and having been nominated for 5 local music awards (Best performance, Best Punk, Best Band, Worst Band and Most Punchable) the Fudgees are looking to be an eventful evening, the least Onion Terror could do is retain the Performance award.

I'll Give You yours, I Won't Take Mine

Where to start, where to start… Firstly, last night provided the definitive understanding in where my pulling technique has gone wrong. Within one song I had danced / conversed with about seven girls, but had no chance or didn’t want to try it on with my friends, for obvious and not-so-obvious reasons. Around all these girls people probably either think I’m a slag or that I’m actually seeing one of my friends, thus develop no interest. Question: how do you solve this politely? Answer: I have no idea.

As part of my fitness resolution I have given up alcohol for several reasons. A) To prove I’m not dependent on the stuff. B) To analyse the cost benefits. C) To observe any health benefits. Initially I though being sober would suck-ass but it’s pretty much as fun as drunken nights out, but you spend less and remember more. I have also changed the ol’ diet eradicating almost all traces of unhealthy food. Mackerel, kiwis, dark chocolate and sweet potatoes are immediate highlights.

Everything else is the same at the moment: trying harder at university, working out more, saving money, playing guitar more and so on. There’s much anxiety in the air regarding the pending exam results, although I studied so hard (probably in the top 10% for both exams) on reflection I utterly ruined both papers under exam stress, needles to say I’m pretty indifferent about these results.

Today’s rant is about the – lack of – manners in the young people who make up the local music scene these days. Yesterday in Drummonds I got pushed (hard), stood on, ignored, hassled and offended by hundreds of little shits who think that takin’ photos for myspace and talking to their friends scattered around the venue is the essence of a good local gig; what a bunch of gimps.

The last talking point of today is how brilliantly domestic abuse is satirised on the television these days. Ingredients: 1 petite, vulnerable and innocent looking polite female; 1 drunk, overpowering and aggressive Glaswegian Stella drinker; some everyday scenarios completely tarnished by the abusive male. What a crock of shit, I don’t think they’ve ever touched on the fact that there’s as many male victims and female. “Expect me to eat this” and “You look a state” being my favourite quotes from these adverts.