Late night thoughts from a wandering mind.
Good evening. Good night. Good morning. Whatever the greeting, it’s very late and of this I am quite aware. Well it’s not too late in all fairness, rather an average sort of time for someone of my age to just be getting off to sleep. What I mean is that it’s rather late to decide to write a blog post; I’m unable to nod off though. I feel like there’s a fair old bit whirring round my head and maybe by talking to you about it, I’ll be able to get a good night’s sleep tonight, before my eagerly anticipated trip to a couple of monasteries tomorrow – I can’t contain my excitement (note the sarcasm).
It’s hard to think I’ve been here for over a month now and already York has become home, school and sixth form are distant memories and everything from my ‘teenage life’ has all but whittled out into a great big nothing-ness. Friendships and relationships that I thought would stand the test of university are fading away right in front of me and there seems to be no effort (from either party, I must be honest) to hold onto any of it. Which is okay…to a certain degree. I’ve never been one to keep friends overly close; it’s sad though to think that people who once meant so much to me are drifting off into their own lives in which I play no part.
One of the things troubling me.
Well, maybe the only thing troubling me that I’m going to talk to you about tonight at least – I don’t want to bore you and fill you with depressing thoughts and such. So, what else can I say?
Oh god.
A true cynic; I can’t talk about anything unless it’s some form of negative ramble about how low and rubbish I feel. I’m such a terrible blogger! Well, you can’t think that otherwise you wouldn’t be reading past this sentence would you?
Some good news: I have an interview for a new job. I handed my CV in at the Hilton hotel last week and received a call informing me that my online application had been successful and that I had been invited for an interview – which was brilliant news. Only, there was one slight thing I thought I should raise – I didn’t fill in any application form, I merely handed in my CV. I had to ask the kind gentleman on the phone as to what job I was being interviewed for, luckily he told me that it was for bar/restaurant work. Result if you ask me. I also passed my mentoring training, which means I get to be an Aim Higher mentor in a secondary school – I can’t wait.
Amongst learning about the Nicene Creed, the problem of the Trinity and as to whether or not Jesus is homoosious or homoiousios to God I’ve been living a fairly normal student life; going out, getting drunk, acting like a fool and doing very silly things. All is well in the life of Clarke. There are a few things I would see put right, but I’ve done all I can for the moment and it’s up to other parties involved to do their bit. That’s right Amazon, I’m talking to you.
Well, once again a very boring and pointless ramble. Don’t you just love me? Although talking to you has helped me slightly, if not only by making me tired from staring at this computer screen for the last 15 minutes whilst listening to slow and soppy Prince songs. So thank you for listening.
I hope to talk to you again soon.
You’ve no idea how much.
I love you.
Goodnight and sleep well.
