Simbabhue

I'm only 19, but I feel 40 years old. Okay, maybe not 40, but I do feel much older than 19 physically. I always have, actually, especially when playing sports (anybody say injury prone?). I had stopped feeling that way since I arrived here, but then that's because I haven't properly exercised since the end of school.

I was bumming around, and I noticed that I have a belly. As in a proper belly, filled with fat. How the hell did that happen! I thought I had been losing weight, but as it turns out it has all been going down there. So maybe it's not as noticeable as Mr. Bedlow's, but still... I used to be flat and with a four pack (don't ask how that happened... it just used to be there) and now I have a blob. Not good for my self-esteem. So I decided I'd do some working out during this Easter break. So well, I proposed myself to do 50 sit-ups every day, just to get rid of all that flappy stuff.

I could tell right away that I was way out of shape. I barely got through 20 before I was hoping for death. That's perhaps the saddest thing that's happened to me this year... I used to be able to do sixty odd situps in a minute back in school (I think once I did 67 or around there) and now I can't get through 50 in unlimited time. I'm getting old.

Things have gotten better, though. Now, after a few days of situps, I can "easily" do my daily 50. However, my stomach area is kind of tender... and perhaps the reason why I can get through those 50 without any pain is because it's numb and I can't feel it. Either way, I'm making progress and hopefully I would've gotten rid of that stuff around my waist.

In other news. James left today to go back home. That means I'm all alone again. I was about to go down with him but since he was flying then it would've been a huge mess, not to mention expensive. Plus, this weekend is good for sport... it's the golf Masters (and it's on the BBC, so I'll be able to watch it all whilst sitting on the couch drinking beer) this weekend (technically from Thursday to Sunday, but the weekend is what really matters). And Sunday will be a complete sporting day, as I'll head to the pub at 12 to watch Chelski play West Ham, to be followed by Bolton vs. Liverpool and then that game will be followed by Man Utd. vs. Arsenal. Once that's done I can make my way back to the flat and watch the final round of the Masters, and once that's finished the baseball starts. So yeah, busy weekend coming up. After that I'm free to go down south and enjoy the... erm... southeners.

Nothing more to tell, really. James and I didn't go out because he had to do his thing from 5pm to 10pm, so that pretty much killed the plans for going out at night, so we just hung around the flat watching Seinfeld and the Alien Quadrilogy... and Donnie Darko (if you haven't watched it then you must!).

Oh, well, I'll keep you posted if anything exciting occurs. And well, if nothing does happen then I might just make something up.



So, did you notice that this is the first-ever post in the Black Star that doesn't start with "So"?

Some Kind of Monster

So today I received a pleasant surprise. It turns out that James has some stuff to do up here in Newcastle, so he's coming up for a week! I haven't properly spoken with anyone since all my mates left, so I'm quite excited about this. I offer to pick him up at the airport (well, more like meet him there as I don't have a car... or a license...). Getting to the airport is quite easy--take the metro from the metro station right in front of the uni. Plus, I really didn't have anything to do. And well, I was hoping this guy would come up and tell me that he had a ticket to somewhere (anywhere!) that he couldn't use and if I wanted it... well, seeing it's my fantasy, make it a fit girl telling me that she has no one to go with to a very exotic place, and she'd like me to go with her. Yep, definitely better. I was really hoping for that, as daft as it sounds. I took my passport with me... damn, I'm sad.

Anyway, I made it quite early to the airport... about an hour early. I had the jPod, thankfully, so I just listened to music that I hadn't had the chance to listen to before. However, there comes a time when you're just desperate for the person to arrive--the whole airport business and sitting around waiting just gets to you. I was even betting with myself which plane would arrive first and which one would be delayed and stuff, which reminded me of this Seinfeld episode where Kramer does the same thing, except he's betting with this man at the airport. I understand now... you've just got to keep yourself sane (by betting with yourself... LOL). In the end, three planes (scheduled to land 45 minutes apart) landed within 2 minutes of each other. Yep, it was a frenzy in there. And, of course, I lost all my bets.

Well, that's that. I just thought I'd post this because his arrival means that I'll be going out more, which means that more stuff will be happening to me. Yep, I might fall into a hole, who knows? Well, I'm off to watch the baseball then (yes, baseball here in the UK! at 2am, though...).

In and out

So I said I would post if I went out. I did go out, I just couldn't be arsed posting. BTW, Erc, do you check this thing every day? Those were quick responses, I was really surprised. Cheers bro.

It was an interesting everning--yeah, I think we could say that. I did shave and I have to say that I look much younger without all the facial hair. I mean, really. A fucking baby. I was sad to shave it all off, all my hard work down the drain. It was nice to see it piling up, though. It hurt. Not emotionally--as you're probably thinking--but physically as well. I had let my chiva grow a bit too long (I had kept it nice and trimmed for quite a while) and when I shaved that part, the razor would sometimes catch the tip of it and drag it on, pulling the hair off instead of shaving it. Dumbass razor. I'm sueing.

Anyway, to the interesting part. I dressed up quite well (perhaps the best I've dressed this calendar year?) just to see what happened. So I was quick out of my flat so that I could make it there on time. I have to say, though, I was quite worried about walking alone. I even left my Venezuelan ID and my credit card at home, just in case. Yep, I'm a wuzz. Anyway, the university side of town was deserted. I can say that the most people I ever walked along with was 2. However, once I made it to the other side of town it was filled up. Yay.

I got there and made the queue, and the next thing I know is that there's a group of girls behind me. They start talking to me, and I just smile back and ocassionally talk back. Why? Well, first of all, they're quite drunk, you can tell, and one of them is a bit aggressive. Also, it does seem to me that they're a bit older than me, and this thought is confirmed when I hear one of them tell the other (tell, not even whisper) "aww, he's cute." Surely can't be talking about me... so I turn around and they're all looking at me. I don't know what to do, so I smile at them and they smile back. There's one, though, that's giving me the eye, and she just keeps staring at me nonstop. That's a bit disturbing. There's one I quite fancy and I wouldn't mind going for. But then they start talking about their underaged years and whatever, and that one happens to mention that she's 30 odd. Hmmm, that puts me off... So yeah, I make up my mind and decide to just let it be and enjoy my night out.

When paying the entry fee, it hits me that I haven't brought my passport with me. And I shaved! I'm surely going to be asked for ID--and when they do I'm fucked. The woman indeed asks for ID, but I try to fuck with her mind. I had over my Rock Society card for the discount (no clue why they give discounts for this club as it has nothing to do with rock... but hey, I don't complain) and give her a 5 pound note. She says something, most likely asking for my ID and my student card (you need your student card in order to use your RockSoc card, which is why I gave her that card first, because I knew she was going to ask for my student card... read on) so I had over my student card. Then she says something again (asking for ID again) and I just shrug and point at the RockSoc card and then the student card. She's about to ask again, but I hold up two fingers (signalising that it's two pounds with the discounts) and she just gives up. She nods and give me back my cards and the change. That was close... but well played, methinks.

It wasn't that simple to stay away from the girls (or women). The one that was giving me the eye earlier was stalking me! Either that or we happened to be in the same place at the same time for much of the night. And it was a pretty big place! Fucking hell, after some time I decided to go for a piss and to check out "side room." They were playing techno(ish) music there (more like dance(ish) music, but also techno(ish)... what the hell, you understand) and well, I thought I might stay there for a while. I hadn't heard techno in quite a long time, so I thought it'd be nice to remember the old times. Plus, there were some very fit girls there (especially a punk girl... I have no clue what she was doing there, seeing she'd be more appropriate for the Indie (main) room, but hey, whatever) so yeah, I grab a drink and hang around, looking for bait.

Let me tell you something: it's not that easy. As hard as I tried to find a single attractive girl (and believe me, I was keeping my standards way lower than usual... and I usually don't have high standards) they were all taken. I usually observed a girl for at least 10 minutes, which turned out to be a good strategy because a guy she knew usually arrived during that timeframe and they started making out or left or danced or whatever.

The music was quite good, actually. It's nice to hear some techno(ish) stuff once in a while. The reason why I say "techno(ish)" is because it wasn't all strictly techno, but it had similar beats and a similar effects. For example, a Rolling Stones song came on. That hardly classifies as techno, but it fit in well with the others because of the rhythm structure. Yeah, yeah.

Anyway, I spent most of the night lurking around and at the end making faces with this girl across depending on the song (a lot of which I didn't know because, well, technoish music isn't my forte, but she didn't know that) until I finally left. A pretty odd night. One thing's for sure, though: lager sucks!

So, the question is: should've I stayed with the crazy woman and just fucked about, or was it a good idea to fuck off and try to find something else? Eh. Have your vote on the comments.