Blog #3

 07/01/2021

Sorry for not following up yesterday. I let the day get ahead of me. My mum does not have COVID, in case you were wondering.

I'll write about today, since nothing additional happened yesterday that I can remember. So my day was spent driving Marc to Glasgow to get his Uni work. I'm not sure if this was a lockdown breach or not. He did require the work for the soon recommencing term, but we shouldn't have been in his halls. I suppose the closest we got to anyone was in Tesco. 

Before going any further into the details of Glasgow, I think I'll briefly mention the peril of my paper round this morning: The short version of it is that there was black ice. This black ice however, seemed to cover every inch of un-salted pavement in Carnoustie. It was in fact so slippy that I couldn't ride my bike at points. There was even a house with a slightly sloping path that I had difficulty reaching. I suppose this isn't that interesting; More of a novel occurrence. In the time I've spent doing my paper round this has never happened. The ice was wet, and so slippy, it was like something you only see on tv.

Maybe in the past I would have forced more words on that event. Tried to draw the existential from the mundane. I'm not going to. That would be trying to manipulate my emotional response to suit a cool persona. A really cool persona is genuine. It matters as much what I think of myself, as does the eyes of the world around me.; hahaha, I managed what I said I wasn't wanting to do. 

    Back to 'G-town'; as a sixth year would refer to it. The place is interesting. I saw the nice part of town that all the students are in. It's like the Dundee I'm used to, just massive in both architecture and sprawl. The student village was pretty boring. For a place that houses over one-thousand, it looked like a Premier Inn and smelled like a health centre. The rooms were smaller than my pal Max's halls last year, but not by a lot. Marc's room was kinda dead though, I can see what his flat mates were getting at when they were digging at him for not decorating the place. We had a walk around Glasgow after getting his things from his room. I wish I'd worn boots, everywhere was slushy and gross, and in the park I was slipping about. There's a park behind the student village that offers something called 'frisbee golf'. No one was playing it, but the thought of this event taking place in a public park made me smile. This park wasn't that interesting today. The view point was shrouded in cloud, so I couldn't see the whole city like Marc had told me about. I'll probably see it if I drive through to pick him up. It seemed like a nice park for the rain, so I'll hope for that.

The Tesco Metro where we got lunch from didn't have anywhere near as many piece options as the Dundee Tesco express. They also didn't have monster so I was let down. I followed what Marc had been telling me about the Vegan wrap he got from the Co-Op and got a falafel and Humus wrap, I was nearly swung on the classic BLT. I don't think I've previously made a conscious effort to follow peoples advice if it hasn't just stuck when I've heard. This was an instant where I made such an effort. I think most advice that's not bad advice is worth my time of day, so I'll continue to weigh the 2 cents of others in the future. The wrap did need salt, but I suppose that's a small thing for avoiding meat.

We walked about a bit more after eating lunch in Kelvin Grove park. I've become a little sick of myself for always noticing things relating to cars. This happens when I'm walking and when I'm driving. Most of what I notice is very mundane trivia, yet for some reason I regularly point them out, to the chagrin of whoever happens to be accompanying me. Even when I'm on my own driving I get annoyed at myself for only thinking about driving. I don't think its a productive thought. Why won't my mind wander at these points in time? It could possibly be that I think about what I know, and through a mix of YouTube fodder, my mates and engineering lectures, I know a little bit of cars. Certainly there are things I would rather ponder: Maybe I could borrow a book on architecture or something along those lines. The boring car speak ties nicely into my habit of thinking out loud. I only really do this with my close friends, but I think it annoys or confuses them all at least a little. It would make more sense to allow my thoughts to form more fully, then to speak. Even better if I take in what is said to me and expand rather than spouting whatever comes into my mind, related or not. I think this would make me better to talk to and also make me better at talking. I might expand on this further, there might be something here worth pondering.

I think I'll stop now. I've broken my rule of not micro-detailing parts of my day. I need to workout before tea. I'm having stew that my Dad made with this stuff called 'Beef-ham'. It's sold in asda, and last time I had it wasn't too fun. It has about as much flavour as soggy cardboard and the texture of a washed about boot-sole. I've promised him that I wont make any predisposed judgments, but previous experience is making that difficult. The main thing I want to know is: Where on a cow does 'ham' come from? 

Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow. x