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The Life and Times of 7rd.

Wednesday, 20 July 2011 Applaud, my friends, the comedy is finished- BeethovenSo, I haven't exactly been as faithful to this blog as I intended to be at the beginning of my severn road time, and I find myself a little less motivated to continue now that severn road as i know it, will not. Many things have changed since my last few posts, for example Supermedic has been going strong with her aardvark boyfriend for many months now. Essex has traded in Scousey 2.0 for a better model in the form of Bonny V, the latest male acquisition for severn road, and he is simply lovely. The original and female scouse has been babysitting in Spain for the past few weeks in a tragic foreshadowing of her year to come. That is the essential point of this post, it is my farewell post to Scouse and Essex, as they leave us next year to venture into the bigger, badder, and more sexually provocative world of espana!

They have been amazing, and brilliant, and contributed to what can be, without a doubt, held as the two most hilarious years of my life. I don't have any actually familial sisters, but if i did i doubt i would be much closer to them than i am to these two girls. They are amazing people, and as hard as it is for me to say goodbye to them, i know they will go to Spain and have the best experience, so for that reason i am letting them! This may all seem a tad melodramatic, after all- it's only Spain?! HOWEVER, for me, i feel it is not only the loss of two of my best friends which is making this transition so difficult, it is the realisation that in twelve months time I will have finished University. I will be joining the horde of unemployed graduates who frequent Job Centers and amnesty international volunteering offices. Life as i have known it for the past three years, will be over and done with! I know, I know, again with the melodrama. But it is true, think about the best times of your life, got them? How many are there? 5? 10? And are these birthdays, Christmases, special occasions with your better half? I have all of those things, but i also have hundreds of best times, which have all happened in the short time I have been at university. Not all of them have necessarily happened within the confines of my time here, but i can't help but feel that since i turned eighteen, each successive year has grown better and better. I have stomach churning fear that this progression will all but plummet when i graduate. I think the fear is intensified by my complete unpreparedness for adult life, and the idea that all of my housemates will be carrying on with their uni life when i have left (the perils of being the only 3 year undergrad in a house of eight people), and that I will be the one perpetually missing out.

Now that my self-pittying rant is over, i can get back to the intention of this post. Saying so long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye to two of the most special and truly incredible people I have ever met, and also to welcome our two latest housemates, Eve and Beal. They are lovely lovely ladies and I am very excited to see what our new year will bring! However I am also sad to say this may be my last post in here, I have to attempt a lot more work for third year so I am probably going to set up a personal blog from now on, and write quick entries as i can.

SO LONG SEVERN ROAD, we hardly knew yee. xPosted byGeordieat13:14No comments: Thursday, 24 February 2011 Well damn, its been a whileSo, i have had so much work on my hands that it has actually been impossible to do this/ i forgot all about it. I find there is a fine line between the amount of work that merits procrastination to this extent. It has to be enough that the thought of it makes you tired, but not so much that the thought of not doing it makes you spiral into a pit of panic and depression about failing your degree and ending up like the woman off the national accident helpline advert (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L4_Lmwrgv-gfeature=related) / a researcher on Jeremy Kyle.

^^^^ The above post i clearly wrote while in the throws of some sort of second year "shit, this year is mildly important" panic about work. I have now re-discovered my free time and therefore will serve up another installment of the severn road info very soon, there is big news afoot.Posted byGeordieat05:04No comments: Sunday, 19 September 2010 Do i LOOK fresh to you?!I thought it about time i updated, well, really only my fellow housemates who read this. I feel i have been majorly slacking in my writing recently, and therefore it is time to reiterate freshers part two. I don't think actual freshers week can be topped, even in second year when you are (moderately) wiser, however several of us gave it a damn good try. I think the best way to display this particular week is in an Oscar style awards hand out. These can encompass the first two weeks of term due to our now more spread out refresher existence.

The "Trooper of the week" award goes to Jasmine for her spectacular stamina in surviving more nights out than the rest, her cheery friends helped in providing several amusing random trips out, including me running into her dressed as napoleon dynamite on the landing, lovely orange wig and all. She also picks up the "most random lovers" award! Managing to bring a meatloaf song to life and resulted in me having "Two outta Three Ain't Bad" stuck in my head for the rest of the week. So congrats on your lovely haul Jas, haha!

The "Failure of my own body to support my drinking desires" award goes to Picklehead. After having a standardly messy night at the union (the worst always come whilst wearing pyjamas in public), Picklehead developed tonsillitis! This meant she was wiped off the partying scene for a few days but battled through what most people would class as an immovable wall of antibiotics and still got drunk and went to corp. Yet again though, her liver/brain failed her and (shockingly) this cocktail of mild antibiotics and alcohol made her, rather ill!

The "Revelation of the week" award goes to Scouse, who revealed (with help from the runner up of this award, Essex) that over the summer she had been in fact a rather dirty bird in Liverpool city centre and pulled off a sex and the city style classy penthouse 'hook -up' as it were. We are all very proud and hilariously amused.

The "weirdest fetish EVER" award goes to Bemby, for winning a 50 bet which involved masks, farmyard animals and her boyfriend Sabre, i will say no more on the matter. Needless to say, made us all laugh, and see her in a completely new light . . . .oink.

The "hangover of the decade" award goes to Supermedic. I must state quite rightly here that supermedic let me down in the first week and handed over her supermedic crown, albeit briefly, to Bemby. The day after her Uni Netball initiation. Involving lots of drinking, naming, standing on chairs with hats and telling stories, etc. I found her in what can only be described as a semi- zombie state in our kitchen, looking every inch AA chic. She spent the rest of the day with an intensely bad hangover cradling the rest of her modesty on our living room couch. She also receives "Exhibitionist of the Week" award due to an impromptu strip and dip in a hot tub outside a local club, as did Jasmine its worth mentioning, however the addition of her lick and stick bra puts Supermedic ahead by a whisker.

Heather receives the "Outstanding Achievement" award, for a magnificent and wholly lifelike Andy Warhol style painting of every member of Severn road. She revealed this to many wails and screams of a slightly drunken pre- drinks party. Aforementioned painting now has pride of place on our living room wall so thank you muchly to the talented Heather for her contribution.

Finally Essex, who you may have noticed I struggle to discuss, or insult ha ha, because she is just too damned well behaved. Apart from a brief 3 hour lock in with Scousey 2.0 earlier this week (yes Essex, Scouse and I could hear you) she has been remarkably innocent . Oh apart from the huge lesbian orgy, but we all knew that was budding in her! In seriousness Essex receives "Warrior of the Week" for battling through some amazingly hard times in freshers week and still coming out the other end still her lovely self, she is to be looked up to for her amazing coping mechanisms and frankly, warrior attitude. She also jointly gets the prize for the "fastest 200m sprint from the chippy home after a night out." Despite Scouse's cries that she made better time (nigh on physically impossible seeing as Essex has one stride to every three of Scouses) Essex definitely wins the athletic department.

I think that's about all for now, freshers week was a bit of a mess, but not as much as last year. If you are wondering about the title, it was my response when some glassy eyed idiot asked me if i was a fresher, i mean- purrrleaaase! Some people have no clue! haha. That's all for now folks. Love xxxPosted byGeordieat07:51No comments: Sunday, 22 August 2010 It is nearly time!Hola!

It has been quiet for a good while now but it is getting close to the time when G4 return to Sheffield for good and become the slightly expanded Severn Road Girls, I will change the blog title! I decided it was best to come and update with the minimal amount of news.

Jasmine has passed! Yippee! This is great news and she will be joining the hilarity of second year on the second floor of our fabulous student house. Bemby, Supermed and Jasmine celebrated this by a flying trip around the Greek islands. The rest of us watched with pure envy as they got more tanned and more drunk abroad than any of us managed. Actually, saying that, haven't checked Essex's tan lines so she could be rivalling them, but scousey, picklehead, Heather and I are not in the running as far as I'm aware. Picklehead represented G4 in the east this summer, doing an outstanding job as a tourist in Japan. Scouse was equally as good an ambassador in pretty much every European country for the beginning of the summer, spreading the ginger cheer to unknown haunts. Heather is our resident David Dickinson/ Laurence Llewellyn- Bowen and has been transforming our living room as well as bargain hunting with the best of them, she truly is 7rd heroin. I have been travelling the UK in flying visits to Essex, Newquay (via every fricking county in England) and Scotland for a music festival. As well as a stop off in Manchester and London. Last but not least, Essex works in Asda. I know she is going to love me for that! Really speaking Essex has been on holiday also, achieving much more tan than i could ever get and keeping up relations with her long distance lover scousey 2.0.

As far as Sheffield goes, 7rd is looking to be a stunner of a house, thanks to Heather and fam in large part, but i am returning there to decorate my own room this coming weekend. I think it will all kick in once we get back and start using the house for its main purpose, student hovel and shag pad (ha).

Home front has been pretty boring, been working at a new job trying to built up the uni fund (unsuccessfully) and i am pining for my flatmates. My dog isn't nearly as much fun to play with as 7rd! Plus he only has a marginally better beard than jasmine. Anyway, I'm rambling, I will post another when we are actually back, in the mean time i may well give my layout an overhaul. Muchos LovePosted byGeordieat10:28No comments: Saturday, 26 June 2010 All quiet on the G4 frontWell, that's all folks. G4 has been evacuated by the masses and I am officially writing this blog from back in geordie land. I have had a wonderful week with my boy, still to receive a fitting name by the way, who was LOVING the polar shift of the northern way of life compared to his southern roots. Supermedic also had a flying visit to the north, receiving a rather amusing night out in Newcastle and a shoulder massage for her troubles! Essex, Scouse and Heather have all left the country and so we are on minimal contact (texting Europe might as well just remove my overdraft) and this leaves picklehead and supermed to keep me virtually entertained while I am at home. Jasmine is the nearest to me currently, but after a piss boilingly 0.3% fail she is now revising for her re- sits in July, and yes, she is going slightly batshit i believe. Bemby has returned to her yorkshireness and from what i see is having a lovely time at home.

This leaves me in the land of the geordie with mother, brother and father geordie, oh and the bearded geordie dog. I am loving the company of my five best home friends (for who i may think of names in the near future) and the weather was actually SUNNY this past week. As amazing as this was, i feel that this is probably my summer, all of it, just then, I get no more. That tends to happen in this part of the world.

As for stories, there was minimal news from the birthday night out in Newcastle it must be said. Pretty standard RATHER drunk birthday girl, declaring her love for both supermed and my boy repeatedly. Yes, it was me. Losing supermed in the club after she "went to the toilet" for
approximately 15 minutes, despite us being right next to the toilet entrance. The strongest triples in history served at a very very warm bar where we met with our friend, Irish, from Sheffield, and she joined us for the festivities. Apart from this, it was a relatively uneventful night out, standard drinking and dancing behaviour.

Other news includes my becoming and official wimp. I swear to god, before i got a boyfriend i was about ten times more of a hard arse than i am now, apparently now I am a softy southern shite as well. My backbone has gone the way of pickleheads memory after tee many martoonies, down the pan. That is all for the moment, next installment will probably be something to do with our adventures of moving from G4 to Severn Road, *sob*.Posted byGeordieat02:28No comments: Friday, 18 June 2010 I have recently been informedThat my grammar is terrible, i therefore issue a huge apology to anyone else who has noticed this. I am currently awaiting the boyfriend's version of my finest hour, which I am sure will be grammatically perfect ;). Update when i have something more interesting to say, G4 is currently verrrrrrrrrrrrry very lonely.Posted byGeordieat01:16No comments: Saturday, 12 June 2010 The time first year was all over with.It's pretty much official, we are no longer freshers. Sure, we do have the summer but soon a new crop of fresh faced and shit scared teens will hit the wall of immensity that is uni life. Today, Picklehead, Heather and Scouse all left G4. The remaining Supermedic, Essex and myself will take leave soon enough. We will all (bar scouse) return once more to move to our new house, but really speaking, it's all over.

It is the weirdest feeling to convey, particularly over a blog may i add, but a feel of something coming to an end seems aggravatingly inescapable. Though i will return in a few months time to the way of uni work, uni life and uni love (ha), I somehow fear that it will not be the same. This first year has been the best of my life, and therefore the concern of how to follow it is natural, but also the creeping concern that the easy part is over. For my particular course, the first year of study does not count towards the final degree grade, it is simply necessary to pass, therefore second year is where it all, really, begins. This is only fractionally less than terrifying, however i feel i have laid the ground work to at least avoid being hit with a shit storm come September.

Despite the bliss that summer brings, with the lack of obligation and freedom to behave as teenagers, ideally, should, it also cascades a fountain of confusion. This is due to the separation. I have known the members of g4 for only ten months. That is all, ten months is regularly called a blip, and in my line of study seems hardly any time at all. Yet these people are my Uni Family, they are the people I eat, sleep and breathe with. I see them every day and will undoubtedly have a hilarious conversation with at least one member daily. This means that the summer is bringing an excruciating emptiness where my flatmates used to be. This sounds ridiculously melodramatic, particularly when you consider how my home friends are also the most amazing people you will ever meet, and i love my family dearly, i will hardly be lonely. But i will no longer be part of G4, and therein lies the problem.

Next year brings Severn road, what is sure to be a whole new dynamic which i am relishing completely. I am highly excited to have my own house, with my own double room and a real proper grown up perspective. I have to admit though, I will miss my current living arrangement more than i think even my flatmates know, because, well, G4 are my life!

So enough of this mushy bullshit, i shall be returning on a different (and less emotional) day, to write something highly entertaining with mild profanity and probably a lot of drunkenness. In fact, i believe last nights Pub Golf is the ideal anecdote, so stay tuned for the story of the night we saw it all off . . . literally.Posted byGeordieat11:20No comments: Older PostsHomeSubscribe to:Posts (Atom)G4GeordieWe were thrown together in fresher's, if they had known what would happen, they probably would have changed that up a bit.View my complete profileBlog Archive 2011(2) July(1)Applaud, my friends, the comedy is finished- Beeth... February(1) 2010(13) September(1) August(1) June(5) May(6)Followers

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