Sometime Around Midnight.

So here I sit, with my Jack Daniels and Coke in one hand, my smartprice pot noodle avec bread billowing steam which almost seems to sway upwards to the slow drumbeat of the Airbourne Toxic Event's melancholy masterpiece "Sometime Around Midnight." As I slowly scroll through the blogs I wrote under the pseudonym of the Seventeen Year Old Cynic having a sly chuckle to myself every few seconds or so I suddenly have the sudden realisation.
My life is fucking awesome.

Whilst my old blog would have made no attempt to justify this rare showing of optomism and happiness due to the fact I would have referred to this happy version of myself as a "Stupid fucking cunt", this new blog (Aptly named the ramblings of a drunken madman) shall be my attempt to show people that I am not just a foul mouthed socialist bastard. There is actually emotion to the seemingly mindless blogs which I post.

The last few weeks have seen me turn from a boy into a man, according to the law. I personally see myself still as the juvenile imbecile who has unfortunately turned himself into the class clown for others gain and ultimately, his own downfall. I am making the conscious effort to become work-orientated, but this has not been helped by the fact I now have the temptation of being able to go to the local pub/club/space bar for a quick Jack & Coke. What I would not give to be able find the sudden and resounding urge to finally pick up a textbook rather than crack a funny, sit back in my seat, put my feet on the table, headphones in, world out. And hope for the best come January.

This has ultimately been caused by the startling discovery that I have just sauntered through my education for the last 4 years. I have relied upon my natural intelligence, sat back and became the joker, confidently expecting the good grades come August time, and usually becoming pretty damn depressed at the final outcomes. The fear that I may not be going to a decent university is a pretty damn possible outcome..

***MY GLASS IS EMPTY, PLEASE TAKE 30 SECONDS BREAK WHILST I REFILL***

Where was I ? Oh yes, potentially fucking up the rest of my life...
The work starts now. Simples (As everyones favourite communist Meerkat would say)

In the meantime, I will have the odd drink here and there, when every bit of work is finished (give or take a few non-essential bits). After all, I got so much drink for my 18th (which was two weeks ago, thanks for asking) it would be a shame to waste a litre of 50% Vodka, and bottle of Apple Sourz, 2 Litres of Jack, and a bottle of Jagermeister. Which reminds me...
Thank you for everyone who came to my 18th, I got so incredibly rat-arsed and I couldn't have done it without my closest friends beside me.

In other news, I have a small, friendly bet with Shannon Atkins, if I can go a week without "Tory-Bashing" she owes me a Jack and Coke. This will be tough, and most of my friends are judging me given the fact I'm holding back my views to the point where I will probably have an aneurysm. But the pride at stake will be even more, as I will have had a drink bought for me by a beaten conservative.

For those who are still clueless to the latest direction of my blog. I will be literally whatever is on my mind, from whatever viewpoint I am feeling, posted whenever I have the urge to blog. However it will still be posted on the Friday or the Saturday.

Sentiments aside, let's do this shit. CAW