Where's MLK When You Need Him?

Inspiration and motivation are two very important things. I have neither at the moment. Procrastination and hesitation, on the other hand...


Quite frankly, I need some Martin Luther King in my life. Someone to give me a guide to a goal that the tutors have set me. I need someone to make me want to lift myself out of bed, walk to the library, sit myself down and at least open Microsoft Word. NOT FACEBOOK.


Like tonight, I've been here, sat with people who need to get their essays done. I've just dragged them down with me. We've sat filling out a 12 page application form for deal or no deal, played Draw My Thing, and now scrolling through Twitter just to see what's trending. I've written NO WORDS. Zero. Zilch. Nada. Rien. Niente. 0.

I mean, what would the great MLK say if he saw me straggling, doing nothing with my life. Simply, I bet he'd kick off.

No one wants an angry MLK on their conscience. I need to do work. Now.

A Day For Every Occasion

Apparently, there is a day for literally anything nowadays. Wednesday saw a controversial "National Steak and Blowjob Day", "National Non-Smoking Day", as well as the not so controversial "National Pi Day", while yesterday was branded as "National Condom Day".

The main question I ask myself, is who thinks this kind of stuff up? Where do they even begin to get the idea?
Do we actually need a day to celebrate latex? Or a maths equation? I don't think so. Christmas, Easter and a birthday, I can understand, but a day for steak and oral sex seems absolutely ridiculous (although I'm sure many men would disagree).

It just seems as though these "National Days" are a product of social media. Maybe I'm losing my mind, but I'm sure it wasn't "National Condom Day" or "National Steak and Blowjob Day" this time last year... How many people would have known about these if they weren't trending on Twitter?

Probably none, and the nation would have missed out on the chance of a superb piece of 10oz sirloin while celebrating that pi is equal to 3.142..... We couldn't have that happening, could we?

Word on the Grapevine

At 4am this morning, I think I've found something to post about. I was on my mobile, on the way back from work, looking through Facebook statuses and came across a couple of interesting ones:

If you were to type "Frank" into Google, what would you expect to see as the first suggestion? "Sinatra" or perhaps a drug awareness website? Nope. You get "Cocozza". A boy that considers himself the muts nuts, that was kicked out of The X Factor for openly admitting to taking drugs. He's more topical than one of the best swing singers of all time, apparently.

Another question for you... what can you buy for 2p? 2 English pence. I'd say sweet fa, or 1 skittle! Instead shops are now charging 2p for plastic carrier bags! Have a word.


One last question... WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO OUR WORLD?

Weekend Football

Tommy, a good friend of mine, and I tend to put on weekend accumulators on the football. Nothing too heavy, just a couple of quid here or there. Well, this weekend we made a bet that we were certain, 100% positive that it was going to work out for us. West Ham, Brighton, Huddersfield, MK Dons, Shrewsbury and Alloa. All odds on favourites to beat struggling opposition.

As it turned out West Ham drew 1-1 with bottom of the league Doncaster and Huddersfield drew 2-2 with bottom of the league Rochdale. £3 wasted on the poor home form of the Hammers. 

Still there's always next week, and the week after that. 

The weekend good news didn't stop there. Spurs crumbled to their third successive defeat at the hands of Everton. Jelavic scored his first goal for the club while Saha couldn't score in a brothel. Bad times.

Perhaps we should get a new sponsorship deal?

My Little Kony Got Big

Kony 2012 has gone big. Real BIG. I've just watched the video and read through some of the comments, some were saying they'd seen the video while it was in still in the hundreds. Around 12 hours on, it's just smashed the 16,000,000 mark.

This man, and not forgetting his son, have made a viral sensation that's got the entire world talking. The American government will surely not be able to ignore it. To be fair, it even made me a little bit emotional at some point of the video. That in itself is an achievement.

However, here's my beef; firstly, it seems like a massive case of beasheepitis (also known as jumping on the bandwagon) and secondly, if the American military are going to get involved with the Ugandan military, is it for the right reason? I'm not an expert in this field and am easily swayed either way, but here's something to think about: OIL. Uganda's soils are rich with oil. I'll say no more.

If you haven't seen it here's the link to the video so you can make your judgement on it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4MnpzG5Sqc

There will be an event in Lincoln on April 20th if anyone cares enough about it to get involved.

3 Is The Magic Number? Not Yet

3 definitely isn't the magic number for me, just yet. Recently I've been helping a good friend of mine do her dissertation. It's HELL! All of the questionnaires, the data analysis, the SPSS, the content analysis, the... list goes on.

What I'm trying to say is, I'm certainly not ready, or even thinking about 3rd year, when perhaps it should at least be in the back of my mind. I've got to hand in my options form for next year very soon and it's got me thinking about how this first year has flown by. Effectively, I'll be 21 and starting my final year of university next year. WHERE HAS MY LIFE GONE?

"First and second years of uni will be like year 8 of school... nothing happens!" (Johnson, 2011)  I regret saying that now so much because if year 1 is anything to go by, I'm in store for another busy and tough year in year 2.

Another reason why 3 can't be the magic number is because that's what time I seem to be waking up on the days I have off of uni. I just waste my day away being a lazy slob. My room is more of a floordrobe and I'd rather blog about it than do anything that's actually going to solve the problem.

EURGH.

OAPeople

I'm sorry if I offend anyone with this post but my word... OLD PEOPLE ARE SO RUDE! We are told constantly to respect our elders, but respect works both ways.

I've just been walking around Morrisons, trying to do a little alcohol shopping before a night at Superbull. I've literally come back with bruised ankles and a dead leg because old people find it acceptable to play bumper cars with a trolley on your body!

THEY DON'T EVEN SAY SORRY! They look at you, bewildered that you've got in their way and that it should be you that has to say sorry because you were stood still looking down the aisles and they wanted to hurry on past. The only reason they're in a hurry is to see how many students they can take out within 10 minutes. I bet they have a little tournament going on.

FINGERS UP TO THOSE STUDENT TYPES!