Can you meet me halfway?

Well, well, well. The end of another term is nigh and there is much to reflect upon. Living at uni sure is the full experience! I wanted to report on all my favourite memories however I have failed to pack as of yet and I don’t want to run after the plane like Pierce and Halle. A further hindrance in my attempts to escape to the village is that I have agreed to a pub visit at 4. This probably sums up this term. Rarely does a day go by without a jaunt to the Bot or union. We are part of the furniture there, the bouncers and bar staff know us, my lifetime aim is complete. I think you know you’re an alcoholic when you always read the word larger as lager. Ha, I’m only kidding. I know I could settle down. Yet beers with the boys have been a great highlight. I’ve also thoroughly enjoyed the challenges living here has produced. If there are ups there are downs. Life is a rollercoaster aint it Ronan. November was when I had this down but with help of others, I think I came through it and am now looking forward feverishly to next term. Other highlights include being cooked for by many people. I love being waited on. My Swiss chef certainly rules the roost and reigns supreme in the cooking department. Sorry Hedwig. All in all, it has been great and come the end of third year, I most definitely will cry.
My friend has the tattoo ‘carpe diem’ emblazoned on his stomach. Although I won’t applaud the absurdity of it (Tattoos are only cool on black dudes), the saying rings true. Time hurtles by faster than I head to the kebab van after a night out. So in hope to make the most of the moment, I catalogued some New Year resolutions. In all honesty these promises one makes at the turn of the year are like the Anthropology society. Keen and enthusiastic at the start but it will inevitably peter out. However 2011 is different and I shall stick to my oaths like chewing gum to a table. Numero uno is to improve my memory. I seem to forget names all the time and places where I’m meant to be. Secondly to be less of a bottle job. If you want something, grow a pair and get it. Secondly, I am finally going to see more of this world and nothing will prevent me travelling to foreign lands. Those Europeans won’t know what’s hit them when the R Kelly lands. And my final resolution is… I forget. Hey ho. Well I must dash. Peace and love. R Kelly has left the building.

p.s. dont know what the title is about and do I really look like this dude? (although slightly more handsome and suave!!