Canada

its funny, he gets called Canada, its not his name but its what i call him. i barely remember his real name half the time to be honest.... i dont even know his last name. it also worries me that by calling him this it sort of makes him a representative for the country, i really need to find a new Canadian person to represent their country cos its a nice place really.... its just that this one person in particular just drives me crazy.

lets list a couple of reasons why here: compulsive liars dont really scream 'be my friend' to me, he twists everything he's ever done or said, our door is mis-shaped due to the constant 'knock ... knock ... knock' followed by kicking when we dont answer. sometimes we're not in, sometimes i dont answer. you wanna know why? cos he only talks about himself! if a story's started hes got a better one. if you were cold today he lost an arm due to frost bite, if a girl bumped into him he thinks he got laid, if a guy asks for a light he thinks he got mugged....

seriously i know he's still a kid when it comes down to it but hes a chameleon, a new face for a new person and that isn't a genuine person. a tutor told us recently that if we arent different around people we're tossers. this shocked me but he followed it up with that fact that we cant act the same to our other half's as we do to our kids as we do to our grand parents. this is fair enough. but to each person of a similar age, this dude needs to get a grip.

now im not gonna go all southpark on you and sing 'blame Canada here' Canada was awesome when i visited it but as for a representative..... we definitely need a new one for Glasgow..

the weekend in fast mode

• colleen arrives in a tad drunk and with a knock to the head, feeling a bit worse for wear and ill - this continues onto next morning
• the next morning, colleen feels worse and is ill more so unfortunatey i have to cancell on my day out with jane to look after her, i feel terrible for cancelling on jane but at the same time wouldnt want colleen to be in on her own while she felt bad
• saturday i spent with colleen helping her headache etc and had a blkoody early night for a saturday - no drinking for dave afterall!
• sunday i slept in a bit and then went to the library where i am now
• dave decides he needs help as he's in the library too much
  

The One Without A Title

I think by this time i know what im going t type about. or at least a vague idea so that i can start typing and then start to go off on a tangent.. today however im just typing. its a weird thing typing isnt it. you dont realise how good at it you are until you realise your not really looking at the keyboard all that much. i bet about now your gonna start lookin at the keyboard like i am and realise that you did know where certain letters were after all, or if not now - next time you write a comment on a web site or an email. its just amazing how although i only use about 3 fingers to type im actually pretty fast at it. accurate? now thats another story, but thats where spell check comes in.... when i can be bothered to use it.

i hate to say it but christmas isnt far away, i always say 'no bonfire night talk till halloween is over, no christmas talk till bonfire talk is over' but they are both over so christmas is indeed the next 'celebratory' event. not everybody loves or even likes christmas, i myself have to go by bath toys and a doll for my niece's today which i dont grudge at all. i just worry i wont get them the perfect ones to be hones. how else will i keep up the rep of 'Cool Uncle Dave' if i dont get them the right things?

last year i think i got the family the perfect presents. didnt cost much as sentimental value was classic. got them a print out of the front page of the paper from the day they were each born. it wasnt perfect quality with some being 52 years old but they appreciated it all the same and its the presents you know people will treasure and not just store away that make me happy christmas has come again. The fact that im gonna be 22 this christmas makes me realise that its all about the kids now, im fine with nothing to be honest, if mum and dad want to give me an i.o.u for something ill NEED in the future months then that would suit e better to be honest becuase the question 'what do you want this year Dave?' always gets a response of '........world peace?'

so it seems i got talking about christmas boys and cirls, which surprises me since im supposed to be writing an essay on my personal deveoment over the course of my years at university and these 2 topics only link because ....... ok so they dont link..... how the hell did i get onto Christmas?? so if you wanna get me anythin for ny birthday buy me a drink and as much as i love my friends, im terrible with birthdays so ive probably missed yours so we'd be calling it quits there - or just buying eachother a drink over christmas to make it square.

and Santa, if you're reading this ....... i think dad used to get to the cookies before you .... sorry about that!

Friends

My friends mean the world to me. thats the cheesiest thing to say ever but its true. without them i'd have no one to accept my immaturity, to laugh at my stupid jokes, to wonder what my next stupid themed party would be (ok.... ill cut back on them now guys) and to just take me for me. All i would have is a bunch of strangers scoffing at me for being an outsider and not conforming to the ways they expect me to be and not being a typical student...

Over the last few months I've drifted away from you all and i hate that. this isnt a piece of writing to make anyone feel guilty, its a piece of writing to reminding you all that when we do see each other i hope we will still laugh at the same jokes, we will have new experiences to grow upon and remember and we can still take the joke emo photos im oh-so-prone to taking.

I dont expect us all to keep in touch every day, thats not realistic for the closest of friends never mind people who have just gone to uni (David), people now in 3rd year and with jobs (Jen) or people who are to busy just with course work other commitments (Steve) but i just want you all to know that I'm thinkin about you guys all the time and as long as my course work isnt insisting it takes my main priority i do have that free bus pass if a day trip is on offer :P

Ive looked over photos from patry's recently too and forgotten the last time i had so much fun at a house party. I miss the days of the Suzi, Fraze, Roz, Sara or Dave house Parties ... bar being chased with porcelain dolls of course ... that went a bit far, buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut ill forgive those concerned cos i love you all really.

Anyways, for those of you who dont have this address (most of you) im about to email it to you, you dont have to read anything else. just this. and remember that wherever we are, edinburgh, fife, glasgow, new zeland - we were all great friends once - people change and people gain new friends and have new experiences (both good and bad) but those who want to keep in touch can and will so i just thought i'd send this out o remind us all of that.

speak to you when i speak to you,


Dave .... or was that Special Dave?!? :P

My Addiction

This title may look familiar to some of you ...... then again, maybe im just using a relevant title to describle what im about to talk about..... however maybe its both? for those of you confused right now (everyone but Jane right?) i have indeed stolen Janes blog title for the title for this one particular blog.

*stands up and looks around nervously* my name is Dave and im addicted to mocca......

its true. i have some kinda crazy routine going on here where i come to the library, i chill out for a bit before i study, enjoy my mocca and muck about on the laptop... all the while enjoying its chocaletey goodness, its caffeine high that makes you feel a little light headed - especially if you havent eaten all day, its a little like when you start getting tipsy, just without the alcohol. Thw only downside of this is that it gives colleen migranes. im scared ill have so much one day that it'll hapen to me too.... then what will i do, i need my mocca to get me thru the day, it keeps me working, gets me focussed. it tastes so good. it can be frozen or hot, it doesnt matter to me..... as long as its there.... mmmmmmmmmm mocca.

ok, now i sound like an addict. im not actually one of these guys who 'needs his morning fix' but it does go well together - you know, work on one side, mocca on the other. ok, now i sound like a social smoker .... 'i swear i only drink mocca when i work, it doesnt mean i REALLY drink mocca'.

end scene.

haiku

music from one side.

he stares out the computer.

to blog or to work?

the writing's on the wall..

the other day i went for dinner with my girlfriend. there was writing on the wall in the bathroom but not the usual 'jimmy woz 'ere 2003' that you'd expect, it was actually intentional ... and quite witty really. the kind of thing i, and i reccomend whoever reads this will all make use of when you're all a wee bit tipsy to sen to your friends who are good for a laugh .... or just to that person you've always wanted to tell this particular thing to but never have the guts to do it - after all, its just a quote, you wont have really said it.... Winston Churchil did.

'I may be drunk, miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly'


....quality