Flat hunting

Have started the process of finding a new place to live after its all over and i have to say it was a pleasurable experience!

i might have got this wrong and theres something i'm missing and if i have please comment and tell me why but in my second year i moved into my first student house and it cost the 5 of us 300 pounds each for a tiny (fucking shit) 4 bedroomed house (the living room was converted into an extra bedroom) so thats 1500 pounds a month into Mrs X's grinch like hands.

i was nearly panicking when i saw the rents for a brand new flat on the new developed docks in ipswich, which was £450 a month plus bills and I will have to be paying taxes without my lovely student loan to make me feel better, welcome to the real financial world! which by the way is in recession... yeah...  However Mel explained to me that that was between us and so was only really £225 for a flat that is as big as the house, brand new furniture and kitchen, and with out having to share everything and with student houses you can imagine what gets shared... etc etc and Mels mother in law (a nice one don't believe Disney! she's actually a fairy god mother) swooped in and said she would pay the deposit on where ever we found.

So there's another big item checked off my list. Well nearly i have to find some where to live and a job that can pay for it and can get to with out having to resort to living outside it in a tent.

i feel very lucky as i have a pretty tight support system so if i go mad from the pressure or balls it up some how, i'm pretty sure my mum would welcome my gibbering drooling self back with open arms :) unitll 2 years later when i'm still there no job and spend my nights sobbing with a bottle of jack daniels... thats a big kidding!

An ODE to ABC

I don't know for sure how other 3rd year students are feeling but at the moment i keep getting flashes of  just how close to finishing my degree is.

Now for some subjects they have along way to go but my finishing line is just months away, still stuff to do but as for lectures and studying with my course mates, it's over.

No more stumbling in on a tuesday morning looking god awful because the SU had its main night on a monday!

No more staying up all night constantly texting other groups to try and find out what the other groups have done to make you feel better.

No more mitigating circumstances! 

No More slagging off the lecturers for not understanding our brilliance

No more no consequences for cocking up royally

No more, "where's pete?"

No more "I disagree!"

No more "shut up matt and dave"

No more "any questions... except george?"

No more "NAH NAH NAH"

No more emotional out bursts from luke! (i know!)

No more  being forced to act nice to each other when waiting for a tutorial with Gareth, when really you wanna say fuck off because your so pissed off and want to go home

No more Francescos pep talks... where would we be with out those... think about it

No more SU unless your really sad and come back when you've left *shakes head*

No more lauren rallying us together to get up off our arses

No more will and his flipping AUDI!!!

No more wilf my god no more wilf... thats like an institution

No more matt and dave plugging their music in presentations

No more amazingly elaborate presentations from Rach or Gem

No more NASA calculations to decipher what the hell chris and greg just explained

No more who the hell knows what with Kirsty and Becky!

and No more any one else that I have neglected to mention i might have liked you who knows ;)

No more ABC or the original ABM as i like to think of it and its a daunting thought maybe we should just start our own agency?

I won't lie i'm not a good a friend to some as i am to others, some may hate me some might secretly love me but for three years they have made up my a huge part of all my human interaction (some of them reading this are thinking what the hell is he talking about...) but I don't think any of us have thought how weird it is gonna be to not be studying together.

So this is an ode to the people who made coming to university a truly terrifying but brilliant experience lol most of them are very talented but above all just nice people (most of them)

and i wish them all the luck in the world in what ever they do afterwards because i reckon a lot of us will be feeling like paddington in the coming months.

I realise this has nothing to do with anyone bar my course mates but its my blog so there.

Do you expect me talk? No I expect you to leave!!!

It was a very close shave but I had to talk (literally) my way back into my job! and on Valentines day of all days, wheres the love? indeed! 

A big thanks to the official witness to my disciplinary who understood logic (well my logic).

Afterwards my boss could have made me wither and die with that stare, obviously wanted me to leave as the grounds for the whole thing was so ridiculous but I got my own back by spending a load of money on uniform with the lovely allowance I get :) then I spent valentines getting trollied with my fiance :)

Probably not what my creative communication skills were meant for but proves I'm damn good! 

Lets hope next time I can talk my way into a job that I actually want :)

Your Fired!!! or not, i'll get back to you...

i went back to my part time job today, after a great holiday and it was like a nice big hug, if the person i was hugging was a naked old man covered in razor blades which were tipped with aids infested acid.

Might have over exaggerated a bit but only slightly. So, why such an elaborate analogy well my boss called me into the office along with the assistant manager to give me a bollocking for going to Paris with out telling them. Now maybe i was away from England longer than i thought because i was positive before i left that telling the assistant manager and the sunday manager 3 days before my shift was an adequate enough english custom to leave them enough time to find cover for what was only a 4 hour shift.

Apparently not... at 2 o clock on Wednesday i was gazing upon the amazing venus de milo when my phone goes off... it's from work of course i ignored them because what would i have said       "Oh Hi, i'm sorry i'll be right there i'm just in the louvre right now but hang on... !) fucking idiots!

So any hoo on wednesday i'll know if i still have my job, now i hate that job so much it gives me energy, in fact i get up early in the morning just to hate it because there is not enough time during the day but it pays the bills so fingers crossed... i guess it could battle harden me for if i get fired in the future.

Team Melave

Me and Mel have started up our own running team, one of those cute couple things... but I love it! of course I turned it into another opportunity to do some graphic design and came up with an aggressive logo (we're both very competitive!) made with the joined version of both our names. It is just a bit of fun but it is cool to be in a sort of official running team especially my own one, I am part of Nike Town Runners and I go to london to run with them when I can which isn't often but Team Melave is the new elite team I run with and I'm gonna need it with all my lectures starting again :)

Back in England... woo...

I can't bring myself to explain everything that i did on my holiday, i'm sure you don't want to hear it so I'll keep this short.

Me and my fiance, lovely hotel, No tours or guides, Walking (a lot of walking) all over Paris, Great food, Great museums, Great fucking heights!, Some questionable people, Some lovely people, lots of very questionable attempts at the french language, good pictures, bad pictures, sunny days and a lot of money later and you have the best 4 days that I have had in a very long time :)...

...and I went back to that alley way and took a picture. Those Parisian scum haven't scared me!

Paris Holiday

Thats me and my friend Matt when I went to Paris when I was 18 and got my head kicked in, in an alley way but don't worry I got back to my hotel with my phone and wallet, maybe they just didn't like me?

Anyway I'm in desperate need of a holiday and my mum has kindly given me a holiday to Paris with my fiance :) originally in the hotel where I stayed first but obviously moved it to another area! I can't fucking wait my iPod touch has a translator app so i can kinda speak french and I can forget about work :)

A biento!

21

I turned the BIG 21 yesterday and my first thought was... fuck! I am now completely clear of the safety net that is considered a teenager. I am now a young adult, to me this means one of the biggest years of my life as a major life shift is coming when i graduate and i step blinking into the real world for the first time. Will it be everything I imagined? well no it won't be I havnt been living under a rock at university! it wont because I'm not rich living in the playboy mansion, 6ft 2 blonde and work as a professional worlds sexiest man! just kidding i dont need to be 6ft 2...

Questions questions questions are everywhere when your 21:

Will i get a job i like?

Where will i live?

Will i have to go back home or chance it in london?

Will i get the degree i want / maybe deserve?

Do i keep a safe job in a shop till the credit bollocks is over?

Should i send cvs now?

Have i enough things on my cv?

Am i good enough for the job i want?

Will i be alone?

Will i find someone?

You know, crap like this instead of my usual dilemma of which to scratch first my arse or my balls.

Good news is though now i'm 21 i can legally adopt a child (africa here i come).

Bad news is If i commit a bad enough crime i will be sent to prison no ifs or buts bit of a bummer... but i can drink in America woo and own a firearm legally what a great mix, might not go to America too soon.

The best i can hope for is to be happy failing this I can now also become a member of parliament so i will change the laws accordingly. 1st on my list would be to give me a job I really want then i will quit and do that instead. see not just a pretty face, i'm also slightly mad :) but at least i have a plan... of sorts. 

Witness the Fitness.

A new year, a new start... well kinda. Those of you who know me well enough know that i love to run, i recommend it to everyone, nothing helps me cope with the stress of everything better well apart from one thing :)

Anyway so a new toy has found its way in to my lap! the new iPod touch which is magic and I mean actual wizards must live in this thing because its just impossible! I'm not writing a review i just can't help it :)

Nike+ is one of the best uses of digital media I have ever seen since facebook (still not reviewing ;) I have a chip inside my shoe that talks to my iPod telling it my speed and distance depending on the work out that I have set which is usually running a mile as fast as i can and a longer 1 hour run at the week end.

How ever this is just the start because when i get home i connect it up to my mac and it uploads the information onto my online account where I'm called davelawrie+ (yes... can you guess i'm in advertising?) 

I have a little character mini me which is a bit too flipping a like! I can see the all knowing nods of 'bloody student' already... but what i like best is the community side of it, apart from face book i have never gone into the world of online social networks outside close friends but with this I have created a team, 'melave' which is just me and my fiance and we get invited run with other people around really nice tracks not just the road where I live lol but you can also sign yourself up to nike+ races in places like New York or London. There called challenges where you can run 3 or 5 or 7 miles, once completed it uploads to your account and you get stuff for how far or how fast you run and a higher status for challenges as well if you like that kinda thing but what i like is how it charts your progress I can for once actually see myself getting better.

I have never been a fan of nike and have only agreed with one of there slogans which was about how running is 'an addiction' but nike + combines everything I love with ease, my first proper holistic branding experience and i have to admit nike has gone up a lot in my books.