I need a new routine, a routine where i don't go out as much as i do, something I can actually stick to. Sigh.. this is gonna be hard. I need to do work and stop missing uni so much! Its only the second week and Ive missed 4 days out of 10!
Just going out to much will be difficult. Going out at university doesn't entirely mean being drunk all the time, but it is a common factor of being a student. I actually always have an opportunity to go out, everyday at least one group of my friends are doing something, the temptations are always there! Its good knowing i actually have friends that make me relatively happy, but also tiring. I find myself murdering throughout the days, struggling to concentrate on anything related to work and university (which of course is very bad!)
I cant describe how tired and exhausted i get, just enough to make me throw myself on my bed and sleep almost instantly.
But its not all bad, the past weekend has tired me out the most. I had two consecutive gigs, both 70 miles apart. The lonely drive through the night made me very sleepy, even though i was with my friends at point A and B. The first gig literally made my life. Its one of my favourite bands and i generally loved every moment of A day to remember. I nabbed a set list and witnessed a girl having a asthma attack (pretty sick).
I first smelt London, the nostalgic smell of dust and humidity under the underground reminded me of previous times I'd visited London before university. It was nice but i was eager to approach Camden. It was my first time here and i witnessed the infamous Camden market. All hassle and bustle, such a define bunch of random strangers. The streets were constantly busy and it excited me i was close to home. After being bombarded with Chinese and cigs, I had grown some balls to try some shisha and try and smuggle my 'under-age' friends to smoke some too. I manage to blag it, like most things. We sat there with our shisha pipe (this makes me giggle saying this) tasting the apple tobacco. It was lush.
The first sight of a 'A day to remember' t-shirt made me rather excited by the fact i was about to see one of my favourite bands. Its been two years since i found them.. two long years without seeing them, that's a disgrace. I began humming my most favourite song. I yearned for them to play this.
We swiftly moved forward and the gig was packed, the queue went on for miles. I heard sirens and nothing distracted my attention from the door, not even the bitter cold. i guzzled down my can of relentless and managed to get inside. The vast amount of doors baffled me. I gambled and walked through one of them and found the stage. We had missed the first support band, word of mouth told me it wasn't to good. I was glad i had missed it. I pushed forward and finally found a better location. I pushed more and more, the intensity of heat scorched my skin and i finally, finally felt the cool metal bar at the front. A Day to Remember came out. My face pinned back a smile. I had waited so long for this. I fell in love.
I literally became transfixed on the shadows behind the screams and smoke. They started playing and my ears jumped with excitement. Everyone enjoyed themselves. The sensation of water being thrown over your face is amazing when you've been sweating so much. The gig was over, they played my favourite song. I couldn't of been more happier. My legs took me home to my car. The train journey seemed hazy as i was still transfixed by their voices.. my ears were ringing insanely like a fire alarm but not in the annoying tone.
I drove home, the night was bland but the 80s music through the car stereo kept me awake. I was dreading the 7 hour shift the next morning but i was overly happy.
