I felt like shit, but percivered and got out the house, only to see my bus arriving at the bus stop before I did so I rang and thankfully caught it, only, even though I only ran for like, twenty seconds, I was out of breath and began to feel a little ill. Why! I'm not that unfit. Damn. So I was wary that the same would happen to me like last Wednesday. I managed to get on the train, however, and managed to get into town. I had the wonderful pleasure of walking to college in the rain. Not so nice at 8:20am in the morning.
I felt absolutely dead and wanted my bed. The lesson sucked. Drawing fonts by hand. Logotypes and namestyles. Boring crap. By 10:30am, I'd livened up, thankfully and the lesson became a little less dull at that point.
For dinner, me, Stan, Jamie, Dave and two others who I can't remember names of went to this pub. God knows why they choose to go to the one that's miles away. I didn't know where it was so I just followed them. They got their pints and we sat down. They always ask me am I getting anything but I always say no. I don't drink, of course. Doesn't bother me that I don't either. I feel pressure to, but it doesn't make me do it. I have nothing against it really, only that it's made out to be such a 'cool' thing, when it's not.
One of the guys who we were with offered me a spliff. I said no. Another thing I refuse to do, no matter how good/bad you might think it is. It stinks.
Back to college, more boring lesson. I didn't finish my stuff so I have it as homework. Lovely.
And the fun doesn't stop tomorrow. I have multimedia, where I get to be treated like a Photoshop newbie some more. You don't realise how boring it is, sitting there, wanting to get stuck into something worthwhile and he's telling us to play with a computerised potatoe head...which he's going to tell us tomorrow. Last week he said he'd have something harder for me. I have no confidence in that comment at all. If he proves me wrong, I'll be extremely happy, but i'm pretty sure he won't.
There's this guy on the course. I don't know his name, but he looks about 17/18. Quite heavily built. He's an absolute slacker. Hell, he doesn't even bring the basic stuff. A pen, a pencil, paper, etc. Nothing! Then, when Ed asks him where's his stuff, he answers back in such an attitude and he pisses me off for being like this. Pretty much everyone but him actually wants to be on that course and everyone pretty much interacts with each other, but I think everyone's noticed his attitude so people usually don't talk to him much.
There are two main groups in the class. You've got the townies, who, actually, are nice guys. They're the type of people who get on with their work, do it relatively well and are actually committed to the course. It's surprising, since i'm used to people slacking off all the while around me on the courses I've been on.
Then you've got the 'let's go the pub for a pint' group. I guess that's the group i'm in, ironically. Dave is the class's joker. Very friendly, very funny. He's in this group too. He likes his drink. As does Stan. And the rest of them actually. They are also the type of guys who like nothing more than to perve on pretty much every relatively nice looking girl that they come across, which is just amusing to me, the way they go about telling the rest of the group about it. Like I've said in the past, all this socialising is new to me. Admittedly, I don't do that much even now. Even when i'm in a group of people, I still don't say that much. Sometimes I'll go off on my own and leave them behind. I feel comfortable with doing so too.
In addition to this those two groups, you've also got Leanne, another girl, and a new girl who joined today who is foreign. Leanne latches on to the girls, but talks to everyone if talked to first usually, though she does initiate too. She's a nice alternative to typical pub lads and townie folk who I have nothing in common with anyway. I mean, even Stan and Jamie, the people I feel most close to on the course are a bit childish really. Stan tries to make a joke out of everything, succeeding rarely and Jamie makes up elaborate theories including sending a metal pole through the centre of the earth and the obstacles involved, and also, "If you were riding a quad at a billion miles an hour into a building, what would happen?". And then he looks to me for an answer. Hmm.
I think the nicest person on the course would be Leanne and Dave. I talk to Stan and Jamie the most, since they are on the same table as me. The worst person is the guy who's got the attitude. The funniest is Dave, the most intriguing, is well, there isn't one. Is that too ignorant, I wonder? They're nice people, but they don't intrigue me.
So, tomorrow it's a newbie lesson in Photoshop. It's only till 12pm thankfully. Here's hoping he comes through with his comment of 'something harder' for me.
