I couldn't decided whether to get my godson a toy or a pet...

...so i compromised and got him a rattlesnake.

As it is christmas and text inboxes are filled with joyful poems summing up this time of year. I thought I'd give it a try and be able to give an original reply rather than "cool". Here it is. It's surprisingly upbeat for me.

So this is it

December twenty-fifth.

A time for happiness

where spirits should lift.

But let us not forget those who've wronged

Kanye's complaints over Taylor Swift's song.

Michael Jackson's death

the O2 wasn't rocking.

Henry's handball

the lump of coal in Irish stocking.

But yes it is christmas and no one should forget

family and togetherness is something you won't regret.

There's no apathy in this country - not when there's a nob in a box

Well I'm here for another week then I'm back home til the new year starts. Freshers week can take a back seat this year, home is where I'll be. Unless of course I manage to land a job by then. So yea, acquiring a job seems to quite promising with practically every shop, restaurant, bar, café preparing to bring in a wave of new staff as Canterbury's population is set to rise greatly when all the students arrive/return. I haven't really got much more to blog about really. Not much is happening Rhian's Swindon peeps have gone and they were all cool, Mike and Dave should be coming back down for a few days, Sam is still here and Andy's moving in over the weekend so things should be picking up again. Manchester United v Arsenal tomorrow the beginning of Arsenal's mini rape tour of Manchester which sees them take on Manchester City a week later. Bring it on.

Song of the week.

the beauty of uncertainty

Another day in canter-wonder-world-land has passed and another twenty-four hours of niceness goes into the "pros of just staying in Canterbury" column. Oh if only it were that simple. If all goes to plan and this essay gets finished by the weekend, I shall spend Monday hitting the streets of Canterbury whoring out my unprotected CV on as many street corners as possible to as many offering clients as I can squeeze into. Regardless of what kinda of openings I may stumble into. All of this in one opening and out and in another and out is of course all in hope that my CV catches something... Fuck it. This sexual metaphor's been going on too long. Basically. hob Junting. And I shall be successful. Failure is not an option cos money is gonna be TIGHT this year. Ah, if only I was back here for pleasure and not for the pleasure of resubmitting coursewrok. *Gah!* Ah wells. I'll survive. I always seem to pull something special out right at the depth. But until then I'll just do what I gotta do, stay on course and perhaps for one of the few times in my life, just let history dictate my future.

G'day.

Oh, I like it when you do the hivvie

Well after almost a week of being in Canterbury, I can safely say I've settled in to my new crib. Sure with me only here to do an essay and an exam and Dom working at Marks and Spencer's it's been a little quite but it's still been nice. I've decided that once I return back to the ghetto at the beginning of september I'm going to give freshers week and miss and just chill at home unless of course I manage to land a job down here.

Well as it's been a a fantastic few days in the sporting world, I'm gonna have to do a bit on sport - that's your warning.

The football season is FRIGGIN' BACK!!!!! And Arsenal couldn't of started any better. Despite the major sales of Emmanuel Adebayor and Kolo Toure and the acquisition being Thomas Vermaelen things wern't looking to hot but POW! 6-1 away at Everton and suddenly the critics are silenced. And yesterday's champions league performance away to Celtic wasn't the best, but the job got done. I'm predicting big things to happen at The Emirates this season.

Moving on to the world athletics championships in Berlin and the Jamaican sprinters are doing so god damn well I'm even starting to share the view of very annoyed white English scientists who believe that they're all drugged up. Because apparently, an Island that has a population of just under 3 millions (about half of the London) just cannot produce as many top quality sprinters in the past 30ish years as Jamaica has. Lastly on the sports front. Big up Philips Idowu on finally nailing that world championship triple jump last night. 17.73m ... Buff said.

Anywho, enough with the sport. After stumbling upon this Gorillaz video for Feel Good inc. I've now reached the conclusion that even though I've always been a fan of Gorillaz I now wanna go seem them live cos they've stopped doing the twaty 3D Sci-fi concerts that pissed me off so much.

As I've been on a Scrubs binge over the past few days it was a damn near certainty that a clip would make it into my blog but after not being able to narrow down my three favourite clips I decided that they'd all go in. They're also all Turk clips which I've only just noticed now.

I do love Turk. I think he I my favourite character in scrubs closely followed by Dr. Cox.

Well that's about I've gotta type today. Goodnight children.

Aggro

I so need to get out of London again. Going back to Canterbury next week to get 'settled in' and to also hand in my two essays that need to be redone. And while I'm there I might as well make a start of finding a job down there.

Well, with 9 days remaining until the big premier league ko. I can finally see the light at the end of this football deprived tunnel and it'll be wonderful to finally have something to do on the weekends. I could go on and go into details about what I'm looking forward to but with the possibility of boring the football illiterate, I'll end it there.

Hasn't today been pointlessly hot with NO BREEZE WHATSOEVER!

We're not American: we don't have to win all the time

So, regardless of my lack of blogging lately I'm gonna talk to you about my summer music. What's been stuck on repeat for most of the day? What videos are nang nang nang?

So where to start?

I guess a 'welcome back' is in order for the Arctic Monkeys whose new video is out. Crying lightning is the first track released off their third album. It took me a few times to listen through it, but after that I can happily say it's a real good song. Different but good. Looking forward to hearing the new album.

Next, Florence and the machine. A band that everyone seems to like them. or at least have a favourite....Rabbit Heart (Raise it up).

If you were wondering.

You can't help but love Florence and her people.

My current favourite video of this summer has to be by the German named Scots Franz Ferdinand. The video for Can't stop feeling really good and just a fun video. Simple concept. Still really good. And of course not to mention, a pretty good song as well. Slidey transitions makes Rohan shhhmmmmiiiiiiiillllle.

Busta Rhymes - Pass the Courvoisie Absolutely class track.

Epic video. And oldie. But you can't hate it. Don't know why but I've been obsessed with this song since I've been back from uni.

Jamie T's latest single has been out since the beginning of summer but in truth, I've only just gotten into it. It's a slight change from songs like Sheila and If you got the money, but I've come to like its upbeat..ness. And as ever with Jamie T, lovely lyrics about general teenage life and coping with raging hormones being nullified by the binge drinking lifestyle.

Cee-lo and Danger Mouse make up Gnarls Barkley and the two of their albums: St. Elsewhere and The Odd Couple are both nang. A sick combination soul, r'n'b and rock makes them a class act.

With it being summer and there being quite the music festivals being shown on tv there was one band, quite an old band but one I did forget about for a while. Yea, The specials. Who else would I be talking 'bout. Here's one of their classics Ghost Town.

Lastly, it's Kasabian. Fire is just a brilliant track. Nuff said.

Thank you and good night.

A little bit of magic from that man

I've been so terrible with blogging lately. I shall do an update now and then tomorrow I shall do a proper one and do a catch up of peoples blogs.

Haven't really be doing much lately. There's been very little work going. I've also been so so so tired. I've easily been asleep for 18 hours today not good. And as sad as it s. I'm off to bed again.

"Ronaldo is the epitome of modern celebrity. People are obsessed and infatuated by him, but nobody seems to like him very much."

After going through a minor internet wipe out from Friday to today I really began to cherish the hour or so I got a day online while at my aunts house.

I think this one'll just be an update.

Parents have left for grandfather's funeral.

Two weeks at home, just myself and Tanya.

Some sorta house gathering will take place. With some uni people.

Work is good.

Just returned from watching Bruno... Nuff said.

Just trying to work as much as possibly at the moment. Need to gain monies for my uni return.

I think it may be bed time now. Ok. Bye.

Turn up the sun - It's getting chilly back here.

It's amazing how when there's no football on I get so into other sports as if they just don't exist throughout the year.

Believe me I was jumping up and down screaming while watching the English and Irish Lions beat South Africa.

I'm now a tennis freak.

Regardless of it all football stories still dominate the back pages of newspapers.

United signed Michael Owen. Real Madrid dominate the market by splashing out £30m on Karim Benzema. Glen Johnson leaves Portsmouth for Liverpool. Arsenal have offered £21m for Felipe Melo. Chelsea have all but signed Yuri Zhirkov. Tevez and Eto'o could both move to Manchester City. Oh what wonderful headlines to keep a football happy.

I'd imagine most of you woulda been totally lost in the last paragraph. Ah well.

Update.

- WORKSLEEPWORKSLEEPWORKSLEEPWORKSLEEPWORKSLEEPWORKSLEEPWORKSLEEP.

- Currently cruising at peak sober levels - expect a sharp decline shortly.

- My sister's drunk friends are destroying the house.

- Missed latest episode of house due to work.

- Tiredness sucks.

My shadow played a bass clarinet...

Well despite all the hype and support and...Hype and media coverage. Britain have failed to deliver in sports.

The British and Irish Lions lost the second test to South Africa to the last kick of the game making Saturdays match all about pride and avoiding that all embarrassing 3-0 whitewashing.

England under 21's got utter humiliated last night in the European cup final crashing out 4-0 to Germany.

On the up side. Andy Murray is still going strong, which is good.

Oh and if anyone cares, Felipe Melo won't be signing for Arsenal this summer...

*Sigh*

Anywho, enough with the sports. Why is it so pointlessly hot!? I can't stand over the top heat and tomorrow is apparently gonna be hotter.

But other than the heat, things have been la di daa. Not much to say really. Well as of tomorrow our house for next year is officially our when the first months rent flees from my bank account. Joy.

Been too damn hot to play football as well. Just can't do it. Damn near over heating walking to Joshua's house, allow football. I haven't closed my window for four days now, which is a lovely. For anyone with a ladder and a urge to steal. Not much else I can go on to really.

Fuck it. It's still light outside, I'm going for a walk.

Dear Michael Jackson...

Fuck you.

Formalities out the way and whatnot, I think you deserve to be told a story about a selfish, arrogant, bastard of a guy called Rohan.

A couple weeks ago Rohan decided that he was gonna look for another job to compensate for the lack of work that'll be coming his way from his current job during the summer. So Rohan printed off some (exaggerated)CV's and went and handed them out. One of the places he went to was the O2. He handed out many CV's and was rewarded with an interview today from a restaurant he'd never heard of or seen before.

However, around midday he received a call from the manager of that place saying that because of your God damn death yesterday they couldn't employ me. In fact, they had to let very man people go, and this goes for the all the places in the O2. It would seem that you were gonna make them a fuck load of money over the summer.

And just to make things that little easier to cope with, the manager felt it would be funny to point out that I probably woulda got the job. So thanks.

For one reason or another my sister didn't share my view of the situation saying that it was the media pressures that killed that killed such a great man - in her whiney high pitched tone.

The media didn't kill Jacko. Wanna know what killed Jacko?

Karma.

That's right. You can't be spending your time touching up little kiddies, go on trial, get off untouched and expect everything to work out great for you. Things don't work out like that.

*Sigh* 

Rant over.

Sky parties where Welsh people aren't invited

Blah blah blah. Things are bleh.

Working and working.

Not having much time for people now.

Attempting to gain another job because apparently there's little going down at Excel during August.

So yea, changes ahead.

This was supposed to be a proper blog but I'm just so tired.

Work tomorrow....Yay.

Ugh. Work is overrated.

Really looking forward to getting back to Canterland and moving into our house. It's gonna be so sick.

I wanna see the new Transformers movie soon. Anyone else in?

Hooraaaaay for new the new series of Ugly Betty.

WORK WORK WORK. So I can spend it all getting drunk at uni.

Dusting off the shelves.

Well it's about that time when this thing needs to be updated..

Being near broke is not fun at all.

Being home is significantly boring.

However I do like my bed...I LOVE my bed.

I also get to watch new episodes of House on Sky one.

Thank the lord for sky sports. Those channels have been my life support for the past few days.

I shall do a proper blog very soon that'll have proper substance to it. Chances are it'll probably be a video blog - as that is all the rage right now

Really? Rohan's video blogging now?

No.

Even though I have absolutely nothing against video blogging - in fact it makes for quite a refreshing change - I feel the need to make a stand against it (much like I did against Twitter) and announce, that I shall never delve into the world of video blogging...

Times are getting extremely harsh these days so I feel as though I may have to sell a kidney just to get by. So if you know anyone in the market for a kidney gimme a hook up and lets the magic roll.

Much love to all my negro amigos, y'all little people all mean so much to me.

Why do you always assume you're right? I just find it hard to operate under the opposite assumption.

Into bed at 04:30

Awoke at 14:32

Good times.

So... Here it is. Practically the final hurdle in this first year. Not looking forward to packing all this shit away by myself mind you... Gonna be looonng.

Discovery of my week: Yesterday's boredom led to me having to look for a new pleasure having watched all my DVD's multiple times and not really up for watching another episode of my usual stuffs. (Scrubs, Two and a half men blah blah blah) Yes, I was looking for something new to watch, new plots, changes in actors, some new characters to feel aligned to, and boy didn't I just hit the jackpot.

Anyone of you lovely blog followers watch House?

Because if you don't I strongly advise you do.

Essentially they've made an award winning TV drama by having a genius doctor who's a bastard to everyone: his patience's, his colleges, everyone. It's amazing. Not entirely sure why I haven't watched prior to yesterday but, I suppose it's all good. Fuck all to do today and there's like 5 seasons all online. Happy days.

10 days until I be home.

I thought this'd be fun to put in... It was either this or a clip from House.

There's a dog in the New Zealand section

It sucks waiting for people to finish their exams.

I've decided I'll go on a 48 hour detox in preparation of Wednesday where in all seriousness, I could die, or at least spend the night in a field.

After seeking further knowledge, I found that I will not be deducted any marks for not turning up to my exam tomorrow. So that's that. Officially done with going into uni for this year.

But of course this comes with serious repercussions, because practically everyone has an exam tomorrow thus making today exceptionally boring. I've already watched Hot Fuzz, Juno and Knocked Up.

Stupidly bored.

Very tempted to order Flight of the Conchords season 1 & 2 off Amazon... Not entirely sure how that one will work out.

I WANNA DO STUFF!!!

WHY HAVE I FINISHED FIRST!?!?!?!?!?

It's gonna be a sad day in London today, with all those disappointed United fans... Wankers

Yes, that title was a joke towards all the southern cunts who support Manchester (northern) United... Jason.

Might as well get the football related part of this blog out of the way.

Big up the stand out performers from last night:

Messi, Iniesta, Xavi, Puyol, Eto'o and Pique.

And of course HUGE LAUGHS at the whole United team, cos they were all shit and I will punch anyone in the mouth who says otherwise.

With most peoples finished for the year, I must admit it's beginning to feel like a real piss take that I haven't even started my exams yet. Media tomorrow, and then Politics on Tuesday and then FREEDOM!

However, as some of you may know. I've already passed the Politics side of my course (53%) however, I've been told that I have to turn up to the exam otherwise, because if you're a no-show you get the percentage of the exam knocked off your final mark. So having thought it through I decided that going to the exam is probably better than ending up with 23% overall for Politics. Although on the plus it's a two hour exam, but you're aloud to walk out after forty-five minutes. So you bes' believe at 1:45 I strolling outta that exam hall. And then of course. BRING ON THE BOOZE!!

And also, having decided to go through my uni email about a month ago I saw an email for working on the uni open day, which initially I said "fuck that!" My tune changed about seven seconds after that when my eyes passed over the words "seven pound seventy and hour" I signed myself up for that with a huge smile on my face. So I'll be doing that on June 13th for seven and a half hours which'll get me a tidy little 'going away present' from uni.

Should be a laugh anyway. Hopefully I'll be doing it with Luke and we can get like the easiest job and just doss around for most of the day.

Um..... Next year's gonna be SOOO SICK!! Our house is gonna so nang and whatnot, however, that whole job situation needs to be resolved by September. Which is why myself, Luke and Andy will move into our by around the first week of July and go find jobs, cos of all the third years are leaving and stuff the city of Canterbury (52% students) will needs peoples to work and that's where we come in. So hopefully I can find some works for the beginning of next year.

I'm quite Luke already seems to be fitting in with Andy and Dom having only known them for like three weeks. The initial fear was he wasn't gonna fit in and it'd be two years of awkwardness, but it all looks good, in fact, if anything. Dom may well be the misfit next year, although we plan and making Dom come outta his shell more next year, cos when he does, he's actually a normal human being person.

SO........ AAHH!! Eighteen days until I is back in hood for the summer. How weird is that!? Time is passing WAY WAY WAY too fast. Things need to slow down so I can just enjoy them a bit more. Damn... I'm gonna be packing up my stuffs soons.

Ah wells, this years been and blast and the remainder of it shall be as well. But roll of the summer times.

Two steps forward and one step back

We live in a stupidly corrupt world where decency and general obligations that I grew up with have just been shot out the window.

Everyone is quick to jump on the backs of politicians, corporate masses and anyone else with any real power the moment their dirty deeds have been uncovered but it ain't the higher ups who are deceptive and untrustworthy. Oh no, this is something that everyone is guilty of.

At a point where the whole of Great britain want to practically lynch MP's for their dishonesty on expenses forms, any man who is currently managing to juggle two women at the same time will receive a shit load of praises and will be recognised with an almost god like status amongst friends, whereas the guy who's been going out with the same girl for over a year and has never 'played away from home' merely gets a subtle nod of the head and raised eyebrow.

So welcome to this world where actually being a pretty decent person and trying to be as honest as possible doesn't get you anywhere near a far as the person who cheats and steals. Welcome to a world where being a true gentleman counts for fuck all. A world where Chris Brown is still happily watching the money pile up of his last album while Rihanna is still looking parts of her face.

But hey, this is the way the world works now. There ain't no decency. If a minor female celebrity is struggling to look for a new gig and life is definitely not 'fun times' no worries, cos all she gotta do is one or two topless shoots and wayhey! Everyone's in touch with her agent.

There ain't no such thing as taking pride anymore. It's all about what you've got and what you can afford. Example. In November 2005 the English Football Association went up and down the youth in England asking 2,000 players (aged 15-17) "For your 18th birthday would you prefer your first senior England cap or a Ferrari F430 (priced at £155,325) and wait a further four years for your first senior cap?" 76% of the players preferred the Ferrari.

So much for playing for your country being the "biggest and best thing you can do in any sport."

Sadly, that's the way of the world and complaining about it in a pointless blog isn't gonna do fuck all to stop it

Her lingo went from the cockney to the gringo

"Ok men. I'm going to be honest with here. Some of us may not make it back alive, the lucky ones will. But once these horrific scenes are over and all the smoke has cleared, I will do everything possible to make sure that any families losing a treasured member will have the army's full support in immortalising the memory and sacrifice paid by any one of you brave men.

And I can assure you this, because I'm going out there! That's some scary shit behind those doors. Good luck!"

Well it's about that time where I begin to feel bad about everyone updating their blogs and mine staying static. Ok. What's going down?

Changed the picture to random South Park shot.

Been gathering albums that I just never got round to getting in my quest to gather new music.

Got Panic Prevention by Jamie T and Mens needs woman's needs... by The Cribs.

Two very good albums I should add.

Three assignments, one presentation and two two hour exams until I've finished this year.

Three o'clock, June 2nd is my finish line.

Signing shit for our house a-fucking-gain with Luke on Wednesday.

But it should be cool.

I've threatened him with death if he decides to fuck off.

My uni timetable is now as follows:

Monday:

Approaching culture lecture. 9am - 10

"                 " seminar. 10am - 11am

Key political thinkers seminar. 3pm - 4pm

Tuesday

Key political thinkers lecture. 9am - 11am

Wednesday - Sunday

WEEKEND.

June 2nd - 16th is gonna be a dirty dirty treadfest.

I'm very much looking forward to moving into our house on July 1st.

I ate my pineapple today.

It was nice and I'm going back to Asda later on to buy another one.

I'm often amazed when I go out and meet new peoples cos like they're like 'oh Rohan was cool.' I can never understand why, cos I speak the least outta everyone there and make one or two offbeat jokes.

People do confuse my very much so.

Well, I guess I should leave y'all with the story that. America porn actress Stormy Daniels has decided to go toe - to - toe with a Christian, family-values Republican David Vitter who got caught with some hoes of his own. Making a long story short. Her slogan is: (and I swear I'm not making this up) "Stormy Daniels: Screwing People Honestly." ...

Did you hear that?

That was me losing faith in humanity.

Bye.

Guy Love

The Scrubs fans reading this may of noticed where my title comes from and not assumed that I've..."Changed interests" as it were.

Back to normality now with my 9am start. Horrendous as usual. Though unusually, I was early to my lecture. God knows how and why, but I did it. Go me.

The hunt for a replacement housemate looks to be sorted. Andy went and asked Matt as he hasn't sorted his stuff out yet. Now, I know Matt. But I don't him.UGETMEH? Like, I know who he is and he knows me. But I don't know this mofo. But before he gets back to Andy he's gotta check another housing situation with his girlfriend.

Um...Ah, I actually managed to get my first of three assignments in today. On time! I'm aiming for all three on time of course.

What else...Getting back here yesterday was pretty nice. Took a little trip to Asda to gather some stuffs and then it was off to the pub for football and meeting up with the white people.

It seems that the weather doesn't want to make up it's mind today Which is a bitch cos I don't wanna go out in my coat and end up not using it...Oh decisions, decisions. What am I gon' do?

And I shall leave it there.

Accidents and toffee drops and thinking on the train

So after spending a couple of weeks barely dipping my toe into my various assignments and essays I decided to dive in head first this morning and munch through this work. After doing 500 words in two weeks I completed my politics essay. Albeit it was only a 1,500 word essay. I got a two of my research folders complete and I made a start with my media essay. Very productive day, I'm proud of you Rohan.

So, plans for tomorrow...I'll finally get my well overdue hair cut and probably be very sad and get some more of my work done. It was a sad sad sight when I realised just how much work I've neglected for the past two weeks. As usual I've left it late to make a real start but then again, this isn't the latest so things should work out in my favor.

Might go on the planed adventure mystery with the niggers but we'll see what mood I is in tomorrow. Chances are I'll probably just stay in bed and turn off my phone, but we'll see what the lovely future holds.

Well, this was crap and I'm bored, therefore I'm off.

Oh you poor bastards.

Life hasn't been this slow for a real long time. People are increasingly annoying me. I have to say, social cleansing has never looked so attractive than this moment. Oh what I could do if I was in charge.

Anywho, my sister got off to Italy this morning which reminded me that my parents were preparing themselves for yet another visit to Jamaica in two weeks making my remaining two weeks in Canning Town seem pretty crap...Well, more so than usual anyway.

All my uni work is slowly being brushed aside by what seems to be my 'new thing'. Oddly enough this new thing has turned out to be walking. Plain old walking. I just grab my iPod, (which is a crucial part to succeed) leave my house in the morning and walk for a few hours which can only be good for me, I hope.

I really need a proper hobbie.

So that's essentially what's going on with me: Life is slow, my mum, dad and sister are all going on holidays during the next two weeks. I'm not. And I now quite enjoy walking.

Spread butter not war!

Sometimes you all have to sit down and realise that I'm just better than you.

I try not to abuse people and say that they're a "waste of sperm" etc. But it's hard not to when they continually fail...In life.

Jamie (dude I'm living with next year) texted Andy last night saying he's gonna leave uni for one reason or another. Which ultimately boils down to us losing a housemate again! Let me get y'all up to speed with the house crisis.

Andy, Jamie, Harry, Filipe and myself were looking for a house for the five of us.

Harry didn't turn up to the first five house viewings and we lost two houses because of that.

We dropped him and went in search of a four bedroom house.

Eventually we got a house for the three of us.

No sooner had we signed the lease paid the deposit and admin fee Filipe apparently got a better offer from the peoples he currently lives with.

Filipe left, we got Dom to fill the empty room.

Everything's cool.

Now Jamie's deciding he's packing in uni altogether. Andy said he's gonna call him up and see what's actually going down. But the way it seems we need to find another fucking housemate.

I'm sure I felt a universal feeling between the three of us via the texts because we all used the term "we're screwed" at some point during replies. As much as I don't want to concede, it's looking as though we may have to consider living with a randomer due to the lack of people I know who doesn't have a house sorted out accommodation for next year...We're screwed.

Anywho...Good to be back home though. Haven't done much work but it's been good to be back. Though there are certain uni comforts that I'm missing. The first of which is having no obligation to do anything with your day and not being ridiculed for not dong a damn thing. Another is literally being able to do whatever you want at any point during the day. Such as waking up at two am checking to see that Pete's awake then going to his house and playing xbox. Or going to Asda at random times in the morning because we can. But yea being back. I should really get cracking with my work cos it'll all pile up like last time and I'll have to spend a whole weekend working like a bitch to get back on track.

But on the plus side. Thursday should be pretty sweet. Not entirely sure what the main reason of me going there is but it should be good stuff. Plus side I go there say "Yo" to a loada peoples do some random stuff in that park place and have a nice time. Negative side, I do something so monumentally stupid and leave with a loada people thinking I'm a bastard. And we all know I don't want the latter...

Well despite being in London or Canterbury it's another Sunday which only means today has been dull and boring and dull. Though as long as there is football I can survive them. Mmm...Champions league quarter finals this week...

Nothing much has been going down to be honest. Which is why my blogging pretty much came to a halt lately. Nothing much more to report. Admittedly things are going slow but things should pick up within the next few days.

Graceful Incompetence

Me actually writing blog is starting to become quite a novelty these days. Something that initially doesn't bother me too much. But when I check up on everyone else's blogs and see that you've all posted like two new blogs since my last entry then I feel the need to get typing.

So here I go. Random paragraphs. But they all make some sense.

This term is almost over and I'll be heading home in a weeks time.

These terms are way too short and by the time you get things such as housing for next year fully sorted it's mid March and you're beginning to plan your journeys back home. But all the while, I'm looking forward to getting back home for the month off. Meet up with peoples, eat and get clothes washed and dried for free and of course travel around London and be blown away by the many different races Canterbury doesn't seem to have. But it'll be good to get home see peoples. Haven't seen peoples all together since new years at Ricky's. Which was stupidly epic. Also I haven't actually seen Frankie since bloody results day!! So I will be seeing YOU while I'm back. *I wonder if she's grown???*

Things slowly begin to fall into place and life doesn't look so bleak anymore. Who knows? Maybe there is a 'brightside' if we all look hard enough.

After falling behind in both meida and politics, I'm glad to say that after a few nights in and some good ol' coffee and red bull I've caught up and all that pressure is now a gay memory.

Situations between friends have been sorted which means myself and other people don't have to pick and choose who we hang out with. Sometimes all it takes is alcohol to solve simple domestic situations.

Things change dramatically. Two people in particular for myself. Firstly, Matt who's well traded in the hit and miss weather of Great Britain and has gone for the more consistent weather in Malaysia. Secondly, the more hard-hitting news. Zoe who I'd met during freshers week unfortunately lost her battle against cancer and passed away Tuesday. And today was her informal sending off from her uni friends. I did show up but didn't stay long cos that really isn't my method of saying goodbye, plus I didn't really know many people there so I just did my business and headed on home.

After coming to the conclusion that my annoying American-slutty housemate Jenna despises all music I listen to I decided to hit up Youtube this morning and play out all different kinds of music under the sun in order to see what I got a positive response from. Turns out she doesn't care for most music, either that or she just doesn't like to acknowledge my existence. Fuck her, she'll be fucking off back to America soon.

My hair is getting to that stage where I have to make up my mind about what I'm gonna be doing with it. If 'the bush' gets any more curlier, it'll enter 'afro territory' and it'll have to stay because that just the way it goes. Baring in mind me and Andy have already made plans for Halloween 2009 which will be Vincent and Jules from Pulp Fiction. And as you should know Jules has the afro which I'll need. I know you probably thinking it's simple, don't get it cut. An afro in the summer (providing we actually get sun) is the most annoying inconvenience ever... I guess I'll cross that fashion themed bridge when I get to it.

This morning I seemed pretty focused on traveling up to Tyne-side at the beginning of next term to met up with Joshua but after looking at the minimum journey from Canterbury being five hours I think I may have to enjoy his company in London and make that last til summer. Sorry Jennings.

While chilling in Aaron's kitchen today I came to the conclusion that I need to plan a rave at my house for fifty people but the key is that it's a black only rave.

Just so my housemates know what it's like for me to be outnumbered 24/7.

Well that's enough sharing for one night.

And remember: A middle finger to the law is the only way to roll.

"Maybe there is something there between us. Other than her burning desire to have a child with just about any man and my fear of loneliness."

Fuck the masses!

My music taste is better than your face.

The Strokes

Tom Jones

The Enemy

Ludacris 

Oasis

Marvin Gaye

Kool and the Gang

Muse

Best playlist ever!

Shit. If you don't know about Marvin Gaye and Kool and the Gang. there's something wrong with you, cracker ass crackers.

I don't read script. Script reads me.

So, the interweb is fixed and my potpal now has a purpose in life other than 'designated-music-playing-when-iPod-is-not-in-use'. So things have been pretty slow this weekend, as one would imagine. Although Friday was down town funky brown cool.

After deciding to get up and go to Andy's at like 10am and play xbox for the sake of doing so, it got to a point where Jamie, Pete and Graham turned up and the boredom bitch showed her ugly face. Amazingly, xbox 360 cannot be the main source of entertainment for too long and things began to get desperate. Luckily Pete had the stupidly insane idea of driving to France (providing Jamie was up for it, as he's the only one who has his own car.) Thankfully Jamie agreed, providing we all pitch in for the fuel. And just like that, we were off!

From here it does not take long at all to get to Calais, about an hour and twenty minutes worth of driving and we were there. Driving around, being typically English. The furthest we went foreign was Paris - cos lets face it. That's all France has really got.

So after spending a good five hours roaming round France, we decided to head on home while playing the English national anthem.

Saturday was typically laid back a football orientated which furthers my belief that I really do needs to get a job down here. Football was real sweet as always, though not being able to score in three matches is beginning to annoy me because I can easily score whenever we are not playing a match.

After getting back home after football possibly the best thing ever happened to me.

I was doing listening to music, doing my thing. and I get a knock on my door, it's that weird security-caretaker-warden man (from the accommodation fees fiasco). The conversation went as followed:

"I've had a complaint from one of your flat mates abo--"

"Was it Jenna?"

"Err.... I'm not supposed to say who it wa--"

"C'mon! Y'know, the American, black hair. I bet it was her."

"Look. Point is, your music is too loud."

"Too loud? Isn't that open to opinion, isn't it?"

"Yes ... And her opinion is that it is too loud."

"What about my opinion???"

"Um.. Look, keep the music down, you ain't the only one living here"

"Will do."

That was it. That was my big telling off from someone with authority. Oh dear. I'll level with you, I think he's scared of me. If so, it's clearly working to my advantage. Go me.

Once the door closed and the authority was out the door Something needed to be done about the snitch. Who I knew was in her room, directly above me. So off onto my potpal to look for the perfect song for said situation. After flicking through my musics and seeing some real contenders, it hit me. Like a double shot of wray and newphews...

Killing in the name of - RATM

One line from the song to really set the mood:

"Fuck you I won't do what you tell me"

I know, I know. Is that hell I see on the horizon??

The rest of saturday was seen out by watching match of the day, Family Guy and Phone Booth round Pete's. The joys of living in private accommodation and having all your house mates away for the weekend. (Y)

Sunday was typically boring and slow so I shall say no more about it.

That is another example which furthers my belief that I really need a job down here.

Brief side note. I've always been tickled with enjoyment by music videos and different styles, camera angles, positioning, location, y'know the whole package. But over the past few weeks I've really started to watch music videos and use all that theory from A-level media and start to label all those words from cinematography and editing to stuffs I'm actually watching. It may sound sound to some of you (if it does, fuck off) but I just kinda watch music videos over and over just looking at different techniques, all amazingly for the sheer fun of it.

Without a doubt, Reptilia by The Strokes has been my favorite video to watch over and over.

I just really like the way it's been filmed.

In other news, here are some updates, reminders, thoughts and other general stuff that have fallen outta my brain that may concern you.

I've decided so long as Facebook has the status function I shall continue to rebel against the uprising of "Twitter".

As I may of already said to some of you before. It was seem as though just about everyone has/is getting a tattoo - which can only be good news for you Rickles. Though I do fully stand my statement "Allow getting branded."

I've been asked before what my deal is against getting inked. I don't got nothing against it, I just don't wanna get one.

I mean c'mon, I'm Rohan. That 6'4, Jamaican, bass player who has never smoked anything in his life time, doesn't want a tattoo and is yet to use the euro.

I am what I am. And lets be honest, that's why you lot like me and read my blog.

I've just recently become a part of Andy's crusade to pull the rather hot female behind the bar of the penny. I'd like to think I'd be a real friend and great assistance on this crusade. I mean, saying things like "yea, she is pretty hot - though, she probably doesn't know this because for some reason she's quite flirty with you." are true inspirational words from one friend to another.

I'm beginning to compile a hate list which I shall put up on her at some point in the future. It may take some time as I want it to be real detailed and funny so give some time.

I can't believe this term is over in twenty-four short days and I'll be back in London town for a whole month. JEEEEEEEZ time does have the ability to fly.

Leading on from that point. Frankie, I know you're reading this. I have just now placed myself in charge of your birthday plans and I will take the silence around me as you agreeing to this. All I can say is it is a pleasure and privilege, for you  as I can imagine.

Earlier I helped a short person in the library because she couldn't reach a book that was in line with my chin. It's good to be tall.

"A snakebite won't kill you ... Unless you're allergic to cider"

~ Jimmy Carr.

"I know who I am! I'm the dude, playing the dude, disguised as another dude."

~ Robert Downey Jr.

Our football team is REALLY taking shape now.

Ed and Alex joined a couple weeks ago and they're both pretty sick players. Not to mention alex being 6'6 which is only good news for us as we work stupidly hard on free kicks and crosses.

It's good to have the interweb back.

BBC iPlayer is getting worked later!

BLACK POWER!

Guess what..

I'm not dead. Neither am I on some sorta life support machine in hospital. My interweb died and won't return til tomorrow . Peace!

what's the word?

Sooooo.......... My semi-reading week was alrighty. Had the odd lecture and seminar here and there, caught up on quite a bit of sleep, actually did quite a bit of work for my timed essay which I had today - who woulda thought that preparation for a timed essay helps?

Tomorrow we resign the lease of our house with Dom replacing Filipe.

Bright side: We didn't have to be desperate and advertise a room around uni and end up living with a stranger.

Down side: Me, Jamie and Andy have gotta sit through the whole thing again... Which takes like a whole friggin' hour.

Bright side: As Dom was the last person in the house he gets the small room. He didn't really care. He was more happy about the prospect of not possibly having to live with pedo James.

Erm..... Nothing else really going on to be honest. No need to blog when nothing's going down.

...

Aha! At some point during the week I was in Asda and a box of cereal fell on some kids head.. I shouldn't of laughed, especially while the kids my mum like a few meters away from me but when you gotta laugh, you gotta laugh and Pete wasn't making things easier cos he was straight up "ahahaha! Fell straight on his head .. He didn't even realise what it was."

Motivation for blogging running out hyper fast... Jeez, how does Frankie knock out like one of these every other night??

On a happier note. Jade Goody got married yesterday but will die soon.

Bye.

"I suppose doing things you hate with people is the price you pay to avoid loneliness"

Why am I still awake???

This isn't part of the plan. No. Not at all. All I know is I started watching football highlights of all the matches I've missed over the past few weeks at about 3 am. Next thing I check the little clock in the bottom right corner 6 friggin' am. I'm not even tired anymore. I think I've past that period when tiredness just gives in. Huzzah! I win!!

I see good things appearing on the horizon - providing we all keep paddlin' along for a little longer.

I hope we all make it.

I'd like to be able to chemically alter my girlfriend's moods

I don't know what to blog about tonight.

We signed the lease and paid the admin fee/deposit for our hiz-ouse next year. As cool as it is, it all came to £325!!

OMG!!!!!

But yea, that's all done now so smile =]

Today was pretty straight forward and not really all that wonderful.

After staying up til 3am the previous night I was pleasantly surprised to actually be able to get outta my bed at 8am as my alarm went off. Key political thinkers lecture was boring. Two hours of my life I'll never reclaim. After that was the one hour break between Key political thinkers and our global governance lectures. The point where just about everyone goes to the canteen to go grab a bite. My problem is that everyone always wants to go in as one great big politics flock and sit together and talk... About politics for a spare hour before we go back inside for another 2 and a half hours on politics. It's not that I dislike peoples. I just wanna chill out on my own for the hour. Every week it's like "come sit with us" God dammit.

Anywho, after that fun filled lecture I returned some library books and headed on home.

Jebus. I really need a job down here...

Umm... Ah. Our foozball team have got our first match tomorrow. We'll probably loose, but I don't really care to be honest. All aboot the fun fun fun.

Urm.... Well, most of this night has been taken up by the totally everyday normal convo with frankie. Y'know we only converse over the finer things in life:

Me growing a bushy fluffy afro so I can trap her in it.

Creating Adam a fan club.

Why'd it take so long for me to do this blog?

Why are you offline?

The Masterplan.

Fish face and elephant ears.

Top Gear in Africa.

Power Rangers and asda times.

The Christian Bale song.

Well... It's been a pleasure and a privilege... For all you reading this, I assume.

Stay black!