Me + Skinny jeans = Hell no!

Oh dear

*Thanks to Danny for pointing out my extra-gay pose that just wasn’t the “Trendy” pose I was aiming for.

So that’s what being in uni is like?

Thanks to George for a bloody good time, despite his freezing bedrooms. Danny and his sniffles make me lol. Seriously jealous and wanting some moving-out-ness too.

Eat liver, urine turns green

Wow, that was a new one on me. My mum cooked liver for lunch today, don’t know why, I blame her filipino roots, but whatever, its edible enough. Anyways, so was just about to head off to Danny’s when I go for a quick  wee, look down and, WHY THE HELL IS MY URINE THE COLOUR OF FLUORESCENT YELLOW-GREEN PAINT? Thankfully a quick Google search later confirms that its due to an excess of B-vitamins found in liver as well as asparagus. Hmm, was going to take a picture, but then realised how that might lose me hits.

Is this wrong?

Stats update

As of 9.54pm over the past 15 hours, this blog has gained 128 hits. (Of which I take 68 as seriously true hits)

I’ve had 4 individual comments made on my 31 posts including this one.

I’ve spent at least 13 of the last 15 hours on my computer.

So what have I learnt?

Or more precisely, what was the point of spending an entire day virtually locked to my laptop producing posts, much of which is paraphrased from much better original sources?

The arty answer would be that “I was trying to explore the medium of blogging as a dying art”. Which of course is a bit bollocks. There is no greater meaning to me wasting today other than I saw Danny’s blogging yesterday and thought, ‘oooh that looks like a good idea, lets copy that but try to make it different in some way.’

Half way through the day, I came to the conclusion that ideally I’d like to generate 100 hits from all this posting and tagging. I was trying to think of ways to spread my blog more widely, but in reality, I’m too shy to really whore it out, and instead I’ve opted for the slow burn version through linking and tagging that will hopefully sustain an upturn in hits for at least a few more days. As for the 100 target, I’ll report back at 10pm with a final figure for the day, as it stands its at a very surprising 124 thanks to 60  recent hits from a website all targeting my filler post about the X Factor (I knew one of these “mainstream” tags would eventually work). But I still don’t trust the numbers completely, and with the 60 taken out, I still have a decent 64 which is still better than the previous highest number of views recorded for a single day on my blog.

For all the mockery of the pretentious arty statement, I still do find blogging interesting, I’m not sure if I quite felt that “adrenaline buzz” that Yimeng was talking about, but I’m presuming that’s due to the much lower hit numbers as well as the lack of commenting for now. But its definitely true, back when I was getting at least 2-3 comments on every post and an average of 25 views a day (yes, I know that’s 1/40th the levels of Yim’s blog), there was a sense of looking forward to getting the next comment, and posting and writing and keeping the circle up. That’s why its a shame that quite a few bloggers have trailed off recently, and its only the truly great hardcore bloggers who remain. The immediacy found in other platforms such as Twitter and Facebook statuses is a bit lacking in blogging, and it’s all but impossible to produce a worthwhile blog made up of 140-character messages. But while numbers may be dropping, they are not yet dwindling, and its nice, if a little weird to see new blogs such as Rita’s appearing. Cute.

The idea of today really was to make the blog an online diary, it was supposed to document everything related to online-ness that I did today, however, I soon realised that the major online thing I did today was writing these damn posts, leaving very little time for much else. Hence why ideas started dropping badly towards the end of the day. So what have I really learnt from this? That the weather was for once perfect for a day sitting almost exclusively at a computer and typing. Thank you oh merciless British rain.

What have I got out of today?

My writing skills were declining pretty quickly from what I could tell. I still probably can’t write as well as I could at the end of Year 11 thanks to English, and although my sentences are still over-complicated at times, its comforting to be able to string a few words together in a somewhat cohesive manner.

This was also partly a bit of an experiment, like me adding my piano video on Youtube to anyone who would allow video responses, I’m trying to see if this tagging stuff really does lead to page views or not. Based on the measly 21 views on Youtube, I would presume that the social media idea is not as ‘social’ as one would think.

Ok, enough with the pretentiousness, what I’ve truly learnt is that my eyes cannot sustain 14 straight hours of looking at a computer screen and the American dictionary is still far inferior to the British one. Long live the blog!

About: Uni

So, the penultimate blog post of this marathon day. What’s left to talk about?

Aaah, university and its multitude of courses and fresh-faced eager students, who quickly become the inebriated sods you see on facebook the next day. That perfect mix of cheap alcohol, and new people you are trying to impress can lead you down one of two paths. Either you became the stud/studess you picture when you’re downing that luridly coloured Aftershock and become one of the ‘in’ crowd. “You the man!”

The other path is the more obvious and more well-trodden one. You start with a few beers, you know, to loosen yourself up (substitute for Sprite and Smirnoff if your name begins with D), you progress around the bar/dance area, making idle chit chat, perhaps videoing some people who clearly don’t know you yet and have let their guard down for the night, ready for that all important vlogging to do the next day. Someone you know convinces you that the best idea for enjoying the night is to get completely and utterly gazebo’d. You agree thinking that the short walk back to halls is just as accomplishable in a drunken stupor at night as it was in the bright daylight of that morning.

At some point, it all goes wrong, and green puke spews forth, all captured in blistering HD. “You not the man!”

*found in a brilliant post about facebook, click picture to view

For Danny and the rest of the fresh-faced eager crowd about to embark on a new adventure at university, I am truly, truly jealous. And if my prediction above is in any way correct, Youtube is already calling. This post comes with real love and kindness from my heart, and is in no way sarcastic. At all. ;D