an ending fitting for the start

"this is the end, beautiful friend." (the doors, the end, the doors)

apocalypse now and that... more on that later!

i'm currently recreating the film and music room on the fifth floor of the university of southampton's hartley library within my room, which is now bereft of 99% of its personality. at least i can sit in my underpants in my room, however memories are conjured up of a recent escapade where wearing 'fit' pyjamas in the room did in fact happen...

so yes, university is more or less at an end... lectures have ended, people are going home, no more essays have to be written and the very last £50 lays sitting in the overdraft waiting to be spent. from october 2006 until june 2009-university has occurred, all the memories exist somewhere lodged in my head from the first and second years, but for me it is the enjoyment of the third year that has really made university worth its weight in paper gold.

there seems to be a direct correlation between fun levels and money levels, as one goes up t'other plows down haha but does that matter? no! can you really put a price on meeting innumerable people? no!

i can name you plentiful names that mean the world to me, and these people would never have been met had university not occurred...

for all the drink, sleep, learning, gigs, fred perry's, waitrose products, banter, laughs, no's, dancing, films, shouting, making connections, music, dust, sport, sunburns, dvds, knocking on windows, smiles, singing and lazy days.

an extended holiday with all your best friends, that is what university has been. a holiday away from the mundanity of real life, the foreboding loss of real life in place of hard work and boredom in a meaningless 9-5 shuffling paper and having to work on things that you care so little about that within 5 years you have deluded yourself into thinking that you do care about it and that to get somewhere in life you forego fun in place of a 48 hour sleep session at the end of a week, or failing that starting a family and then losing the next 18 years, if not more in caring for them (i feel considerable more sympathy to a family man than a drunk man).

am i a well read genius? did i enjoy every single minute of it? did i get a girlfriend?- no, no and erm no

am i a more rounded person? do i have a long list of new life ambitions? am i going to be very emotional when saying goodbye to everyone?- yes, yes and almost certainly yes

as a first time for using capitals (sort of) in this blog -this is my declaration of gushing love for university and more than anything the people i've met and now know! THANKS UNIVERSITY, THUNIVERSITY!

"without people you're nothing" joe strummer

as a brief return to the opening of this blog post, brando is quite an overrated arse... i don't know how people can think he is good-he brings his pompous, arrogant and annoying character to the film... overpaid and nostalgic poo man! martin sheen had a heart attack, went mentally ill and gave one of his finest ever screen performances, well done he!

keep it rockin'