The Chocolate Factory

So it's the night before departure. I feel ready. If this were a scene from a movie it'd be the bit where Iron Man suits up. After thinking about leaving for weeks tomorrow is the big day, and you know what? I feel like Charlie probably would have (if he wasn't a figment of Dahl's imagination) the night before he went to visit the esteemed Mr Wonka. But with that comes a bit of sadness. This will be the last time that I sit here in the room I'm currently in (not naming the room to keep an air of mystery) for a while. My desk is empty, walls stripped of posters and whiteboard erased. It truly feels like the end of an era. My head tells me that I should be more sad, tears will probably be shed tomorrow, partly because my parents will be leaving, partly because I forgot to download Doctor Who before I departed and will have to go till Christmas without watching it again. But already my new life has been in contact, spent forcing its way into my world, talk of subject lunches and matriculation photos have already found me, filling me with a sense of apprehension and sadness. I can no longer class myself as a child, the veil of innocence has finally been lifted and the grind that is adult life has begun. I've taken mementos (the film 'memento' starring Christian Bale is pretty good) of my old life, small keep sakes that will probably mean nothing to those that see them but everything to me. I'm still excited though, my world and life are about to collide with some of the smartest students of my generation, the opportunity to learn and grow are staggering, the mementos will remind me who I am and where I came from. From now on the posts will get a little more exciting. Not too exciting mind you, I'll aim for 6 out of 10 on the universally used excitement scale. Farewell.

1/10/14

So with 4 days to go before I start the next phase of my life, a respected peer of mine came over this evening to play Fifa, a totally normal activity carried out by most males in my age group. After being defeated twice (Neymar let me down and put an easy shot over the bar against Réal (pesky accent again, if you've forgotten why I hate these consult the first post)Madrid), we moved on to talking about life. After discussing Religion (always interesting as we sit on opposite sides of the fence-but of course I'm right), we got onto talking about Science. He proposed the idea that Science is responsible of removing the everyday phenomena of modern life, for example every Scientist worth their salt (great phrase) knows that a rainbow is caused by the refraction of sunlight through water particles in the atmosphere. He proposed that knowing this removes the 'awe' factor that such an event possesses, but I whole heartedly disagree and I'm going to explain why. Knowing that everything we can see is fundamentally made up of the same few particles (the fundamental particles) is a difficult notion to comprehend, but once you realise that everything is it's truly wonderful to think that a chair and rainbow are at some level the same. And this is surely amazing. Knowing more about something gives the control to delve deeper into an event, I for one can't stop thinking about star life cycles and fusion whenever my mind consciously recognises the Sun. The fact that I know how it works makes me appreciate it more, in the same way that food critics insist that well sourced ingredients improve a dish. I understand that my argument isn't very rigid or balanced or thorough but I don't have the time to get into it now. This post hasn't real helped me, I'm as lost as I was before I started. Oh well. 

Insert Witty Title For First Post Here

So, let us begin. I'm currently packing my life into a suitcase to take to University. This was event I was thoroughly looking forward to two weeks ago (yep, my calendar is sparse) the time has come and it's actually quite depressing. Most of my cohort (I'm no child prodigy, I'm starting freshers at the normal age) have already left but none of them actually told me how strange packing is. Basically it's the challenge of putting everything you think you need to survive into a flimsy portable container for easy transportation. Now as a method for transporting loads suitcases are satisfactory; they've become the norm ( I use the word 'norm' in the colloquial sense meaning societies standard) but like the humble Ford Fiesta people choose this through lack of enlightenment. I've had this idea about intra-country luggage transportation for a while. Consider a place; perhaps a kiosk or some form of booth, that vacuum wrapped your clothing into dense blocks. These blocks would be buoyant, and if the origin and intended destination for aforementioned parcels were near the coast and I had a tidal expert at my disposal, the products could be safely flung out to sea, in the knowledge that they'll resurface within 3 kilometers of their respective owners. So anyway, packing leaves behind this empty room that feels both homely and alien, similar to seeing someone in the same jumper that you illogically favour. Oh yeah, I also invent words to fully summarise a situation. You'll get used to it. I'm not an emotional person, but seeing the room that I've lived in for ten years slowly give up it's content to this rectangular wheel-possessing bag saddens me, and I know it's for a good reason but i can't help shake the feeling that it's the end of an era. I need to reflect more on this, on a lighter note duck quacks do echo so hey, swings And round-abouts. Till next time.

Good Morning/ Afternoon/ Evening (Delete as Appropriate)

Greetings. Well this is awkward. Off the bat I want to explain my decision of omitting 'Night' from the title. Obviously 'Good Night' is a terrible way of starting a conversation, more importantly, I don't know you (the reader) well enough to wish you a 'Good Night', I think we can all agree that it'd be a little weird if I did. I digress, onwards. So I guess I should do the thing that's really cliché (Sidebar: I really hate that word, and can justify why in 3 points. Firstly, it just looks akward. If Cliché was a student at school it'd be that one kid who liked licking paper. Secondly, it sounds so pretentious, it uses that accent on the 'e' and there are so many options; ê,ë,é and è, and we can all agree that no sane person can commit the time or effort to selecting the right one. I'll consult my French friend on it eventually. Enough of this little excerpt, onwards and downwards) and explain what this blog will be about (can we take a moment to admire that masterful use of brackets). In all honesty I'm not entirely sure. It's a bit of a hectic time for me right now, I'm due to start my undergraduate degree in less than a week and feel the need to record my experience for my future self. The act of typing this out is good for me, grounding whilst I'm lost in the fog. There is no Audience for this, it'll include snippets of my life cunningly interwoven with observations on society, life, death, my immediate environment and everything in between. One more thing, I won't proof read these posts so consider the mistakes as a little game; the first person to find 50 wins a prize (Legal Disclaimer, the prize referred to in the statement immediately before these brackets is the unique opportunity to give me a gift. I don't expect anything valuable but I think we all agree that it should be). I think that's enough for now. Here we go...