The Roadtrip

So, at the time which I'm writing this, I'm about to venture off on what the title suggests, a roadtrip (suggestive titles are my forte obviously).

Sharing what is essentially a capsule on wheels for several hours tests friendships to extreme limits,  whether it be the varying music tastes, with arguments over listening to Drake or the latest Scooter song (God forbid), the war that ensues over the opened packet of crisps which imploded during said process and left the driver partially blinded, or the classic "shotgun" rule which clearly segregates one member to the cold, harsh environment of the back of the car, unable to listen to the conversation happening in first class ( AKA the front of the car) and mostly loathe their own being until reaching the set out destination.

Despite all the trouble that are presented from breathing the same air as people for a few hours,  it's an experience that should be had, because everyone loves to pretend they're as angry as the driver and shout at the old woman doing 25mph in the slow lane!

Peace.

The move

The saddening fact of finally moving out from halls is hitting me like a train wreck. Being the first to arrive and the last one to leave almost gives it the same feeling as I had when I left home to come to University in September, I've become accustomed to living independently (albeit for the financial support from my parents) and I'd also like to think that I was the pioneer of this flat, having braved it out on my own for so long, and only going home during the designated holidays.

Actually living on my own for the first time wasn't something that daunted me, I don't quite know why that is, but I never had a nervous sentiment towards having to take full control of my life which up to that point consisted of eating and sleeping whilst my parents did the rest. That's probably why it's ridiculously hard to just up and go, it's a cruel cycle of where you pay £x to know that you'll be leaving come the summertime, and on top of that, the events that often ensue in a student flat are something to be laughed at that will probably happen time and time again until Graduation. The smallest things such as washing turn into an almost post-apocalyptic battle of seeking justice and retribution along with bringing down the culprit who has left their plates unwashed since the start of term, but contrastingly no one lifts a finger after a night out when the flat door can't be closed due to an abundance of  food containers from "Istanbul Fried Chicken"  and bottles of cheap booze emblazoned with lacklustre labels stating: "the finest Shandy... in Scarborough". The system of student living is flawed in almost all aspects, which is why it's one of the best times of peoples' lives, since there's room for errors to be made, and you can get away with literally anything (apart from murder, that's not a route I'd suggest you go down during your time as a student, or ever really)

Peace.

Jumping on the bandwagon

So,

since every man and his dog (the intelligent sort of canine companion at least) has taken up the ever popular pastime of writing a blog, I thought I'd do as I've appropriately titled this entry and "jump on the bandwagon" prior to going off to one of the many destinations that I've booked myself to go to (all thanks to the quintessential bank that is Student Finance funding all this). But on top of just writing about the latest and most obscure Middle Eastern things that I'll undoubtedly come across during my Year Abroad, I'll probably be chucking in a few extras such as music reviews on tracks which I think should be shared with the world, whether that be my specialist field of House music or something completely obscure, to things related to Leeds Student Radio i.e. LSR (something which has consumed the majority of my time of First year), to just daily occurrences, like the weirdest dish that I'll have tried in the Arab lands. So without much else to say, stay tuned for something to pop up which I hope will entertain, and if not that, then just another way of light reading to procrastinate from "working hard" (or maybe not so hard given the general stereotype that we students seem to follow of laziness, slobbery and general constant hangovers).

PEACE.