Back in the saddle.

Being back in the crime labs of the great university of huddersfield is feeling quite indescribable. After a long, difficult and hazy summer of routinely cleaning the ceramics of Greenfield, i can safely say it is exactly what i was looking forward to. A welcome break to the mindless hours of cleaning, cleaning, cleaning, My cleaning now resorts to washing my equipment down with acetone and happily watching the vapors escape into the world. This makes me happy, all the years i bitched about how shit chemistry is, and how much i hated it at school, its weird to take a step back and realize all the problems i caused at school in the lab were almost worthwhile.  

It’s weirder to realize my childhood friend, always top game in comparison to my fascination with just blowing shit up for fun, is finally on his way down a chemistry course, i just wish he was with me at huddersfield, but instead, Mr. Love has found a course elsewhere, one day i hope, we will work together maybe, bringing back old memories of sitting in the tree’s of pine road, both of us never wanting anything more than some timber and nails to build our latest impenetrable castle in a tree.

With all that said, i’m finally looking ahead and realizing what i want from the £12,000 that will eventually be following me like a relentless rapist of cashflow. The mistakes of yesteryear haunt me everyday, and it makes me glad i made every single one of them, because if i didnt appreciate the opportunity given to me then, i can say with confidence that i fucking appreciate the second chance i have been given now. 
I can say thanks to the Coleman bloodline, for providing me with enough anger to spit in the face of absolute adversary, and above all else never back down to any challenge no matter how extreme. My girlfreind for listening to the hours of insane chemistry babble, the did you know’s and the thrown whiteboards with wrong equations on, and for being there when my mind needed anchoring. My friends from home and my geek fanboys, who helped me realise that nothing is impossible, or quite what it seems. Finally my Nan, who always knew somehow that i’d get here, for never looking down on the choices iv’e made throughout, and the reason i’ll finish this degree with the best marks. 

I’ll leave whoever it may concern with a saying, that helped me through the tougher times i’ve had,
“If your going through hell, Keep going.” - Winston Churchill 

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hmm

i give up with you, im lumped into the same sellout category so whatever, il just sit in and play cod

Fucking lol.

Not one of you even saw me on my birthday, too much effort, nobodys got money, got work tomorow.

seems im bitching today.

just had to laugh at peoples statuses,

had a mint weeked with the boyfreind? lol

he puts, had a relaxed weeked, blah blah blah

since when did keeping shit to yourself and just generally having a relationship that isnt controlled by the like button on facebook become the norm?

If i come across money im going to try my hardest, to move somewhere, a place where the nearest neighbour is miles away, and i can’t access faacebook or this :)

internets shite these days

AND

the word brew makes me seethe, you obnoxious, band waggon jumping, fucked up, silly silly, nob! the word is a cup of tea, from this ii get, measured amount, of tea, sugar and milk in water,

or coffee if your not a fucking loser who has to post it like every other minute,

“oh my god, this films mint, would be better with a brew” NO

“just having a brew” NO

“with a brew i decided social networking websites have ruined relationship value between friends and created controversy that isn’t needed in todays scary world”

yes, but you said brew so…. it doesnt count.

what it is, is lazy, unthoughtful, uncreative, northern fucking slur

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happyhappyhappy/no

Stress is like a box of chocolates,

Have too much and you’l die.

Need to focus, but its hard  considering recent events.

resits need to be done, but cant stop wondering a bit :/

Home!

I’m home, hurayy, no longer will i sit on that Huddersfield bus, being the Beta-male while people shout things about nights out and how many people they’ve slept with, as far as accolades go, i wouldn’t want to be known as someone who sleeps with 6 girls in one night and got all pissy when he got a bit of dirt on his new topshop pumps

When its your turn to stand up..

And face many, with so few,

Give up, its what i’m doing, cannot keep this stress up anymore, so i give in, they win, good for them.