Portal 2 is good enough for me to post another video of it.
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As a man of Irish blood, every drink I enjoy must have a common drug otherwise it’s just wasting my time. During the feared but misunderstood period of study leave, this drink is mainly tea. In theory it keeps me awake and active to be more efficient with my (now running out) time, but in practice my laziness is unaffected and I go to bed at my ‘normal’ time, regretting the intake of caffeine two hours into my attempted stasis while I contemplate the universe and life as a superhero.

Here’s the steps to tea addiction, decide where you lie:
-1. You hate tea and wish the beverage was obliterated from the face of the Earth.
0. You’re indifferent. It’s as neutral as water. Its existence has neither benefited nor abused your own.
1. You’ll go for it if offered, like a Celebration Malteser from your teacher at the end of the year if you weren’t a complete dick to them.
2. You’ll more likely than not have a tea to accompany your café meal with yourself, a friend, or a (hopefully tea loving) date of yours.
3. You start asking females in your family to make you tea time to time.
4. You train yourself to operate kettles, and make tea for yourself time to time.
5. Tea is now the patron drink of early mornings.
6. Your average heart rate has jumped about ten beats per minute.
7. The lady at the school canteen knows your sugar preference while you scrounge silvers from your tea money fund.
8. You get hostile when supporting friends and family stand in your way, especially when they use your custom mugs.
9. You are a mere shadow of the gentle stallion you were. Your spouse has given up discussing your problem and has left you. You spend nights on a brown-stained floor.
10. You hate tea and wish the beverage was obliterated from the face of the Earth.

PS: Comics will be back in a week or two.
PPS: Three weekly videos in a row? Yeah, study leave has me by the balls.
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The second Portal credits song. Brilliant to experience when completing the game.

And if you haven’t noticed, comics are finally up.
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Fourteen years. Not bad.
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No homo.
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I applied to university a day before the deadline, and I submitted my choices a day before the deadline. Like a boss. But what did I decide from my many offers?

Short answer:
Firm: Warwick
Insurance: Manchester

Long answer:
Firm: Warwick F303 (Physics)
Grades: AAA including maths and physics.
Change course to FG31 (Mathematics and Physics) when I arrive.
Grades: A*AA including maths and physics, with the A* in maths.
Insurance: Manchester F305 (Physics)
Grades: A*AA including maths and physics.

Basically, a while ago I was strongly considering changing from Physics to Mathematics and Physics if I went to Warwick, because I hate labs (which barely exist in the latter course) and I don’t mind maths (even if my prerequisites and ethnicity are substandard for Warwick’s maths). There’s also the fact that I suck at and hate physics, but you weren’t supposed to know that.

Having two offers probably helped as I suck at making choices. I chose Warwick as a university over Manchester mainly because of its setting (my eighteen years as a Londoner made me resent cities), and as a course from Warwick’s elimination of labs when changing to MathsPhys. I sent an e-mail a few days ago to change course, but it’s too late now for it to go through on Track (however, I’ll be fine when I arrive as long as I get the higher grades). The plus side of that is that I have two insurances, and won’t go into clearing with AAA. The downside is that it’s pretty much impossible for me to end up in Manchester.

That said, from my small experience I did really like Manchester’s department; it also helps that Manchester isn’t Durham. Just sayin’.
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I’ve been busy enjoying the honeymoon of adulthood. Try this for a laugh.
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In an hour or so I will be an adult. Mmm that depends, to be honest. Midnight if you’re from a fairytale, around 2 a.m. if you admire the time one popped out, and just before 5 p.m. tomorrow if you do the maths regarding the Earth orbiting the Sun (yes, ladies and gentlemen, I did the maths).

So apparently this is the end of my childhood. The childhood’s not been too shabby. I’ve learned a couple of things, such as not to piss oneself and take further maths A-level when one can.

As everyone knows, it’s hard to be aware and keep track of your development through life, and after some years you look back on yourself as a different person. I love the nostalgia of old photos, and would’ve liked more videos. I’m working on that.

My mind has changed a lot in these eighteen years, obviously, and for some time now I would say that I think the same way as an adult, and I’m (believe it or not) as mature as one. I just lack the years of experience that separate the adult from this man-child. However, similar thoughts have happened before, and every time I look back I really don’t see myself as grown up then. To be fair, I don’t think I’ll ever resist sprinting to empty swings in a park, no matter how ‘grown up’ I become in the coming decades.

The whole ‘being seventeen’ package isn’t brilliant, I must say. Real men and women don’t treat you as a kid, sure, but the pubs do. It’s been a nagging problem that I get treated like my five year old self in the house of beverages because my mother didn’t shoot me out a week earlier. Voting is a similar game, I’m sure I’m at the intelligence to make the logical decision of which prick to grant some power to, as well with many of my seventeen year old peers, but perhaps these are just petty things I have to deal with in exchange for less responsibility. However, it’s really nice that trains, cinemas and ice rinks think I’m a big boy and give me a big boy price.

So there’s my 18 years of childhood, I wonder how these 68 years of adulthood will treat me (the malnutrition university holds might have other plans).

I’ve written this quasi-philosophical post as I go along, just to have the smallest memory of my mindset at this age when I read it a little later. I don’t care if it doesn’t flow. I’m just one who focuses on dates and numbers more than I should.

I need a drink…
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Hilarious. Something I discovered a year or two ago. Guess who’ll no longer be a little boy tomorrow.
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A masterpiece. Billy Joel’s signature song.
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I update this site when I want to update this site; stop throwing bricks through my window.