Day 126: The 30th of November

Happy end of November, ladies and gentlemen! I can’t believe it is already over!

It feels like only the other week that I was celebrating my 19th birthday. I still don’t really consider myself 19 though, I’m in that period of thinking that I am younger than I am that lasts for a couple of months or until you have to write down your age on a document of some kind. Yet, it has been a whole 29 days since my birthday now.

This does however mean that the Christmas holidays are three weeks away: starting on the 18th of December. I can’t wait to have some time to just chill out, even if I will still have to be doing some work for my assessments in January. It will be nice to not have to walk miles every day and to be surrounded by good friends, loving family and delicious food, at least for a little while.

Tonight I am reading a very long case in order to prepare for my Public law tutorial tomorrow. I have decided to finish my preparation for this tonight to allow me time tomorrow to prepare for Land law on Thursday. If I do this, I will have all day on Wednesday to revise for my upcoming mock exam. And I’ll probably need it.

Still, this work isn’t really that bad. I think I can get it done by midnight at the latest, though I hope to be done by around 11:30 PM. Just depends how my brain feels after reading this 66 page case. Of course, I’m not reading all 66 pages. I’m not insane. I’ll just lie.

So, yes. It’s all fun and games with me. I just hope everyone else is having a better time tonight. I wish everyone a good day tomorrow and of course, white rabbits for the first of the new month! See you then!

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.

Day 125: The 29th of November

It’s the end of Sunday and thus the end of the weekend now. It’s been a fun little ditty in the ballad of life, that’s for sure.

It always seems shorter than it was, though. I mean, I did sleep until 1:30 PM today, which was probably rather helpful to my mental state, even if it did limit my time today. I also spent around 3 and a half hours playing CS:GO with Ben, which went as swimmingly as usual.

Since I have done the majority of next week’s tutorial preparation tonight, I am fairly happy with myself. If I can do a bit more tomorrow evening and I do some prep on Tuesday as well, I should have the majority of Wednesday to revise for the mock exam that I have on Thursday. This does probably mean that my blog posts will be very sparsely filled this week though. It will be busy.

I hope you don’t mind too much if my posts for the next week are much shorter, since after this week is over I won’t have any more essays or exams to prepare for until the Christmas break. Only three more weeks to go before we break up, too!

So that’s the little bit of administration I had to say. I think I will skip the writing this evening, since I would rather spend a while having fun before I have to go back to university. I am very possibly going to play some Fallout 4 before I sleep, since it is way too much fun.

So, yes. I shall be off now. Hope you guys all had a great weekend and I hope your Monday will be good. See you tomorrow night!

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.

Day 124: The 28th of November

Saturdays always feel so short these days. So much good stuff happens in one day. At least I have the solace of another day of peace before returning to the grindstone, eh?

Some of the most important parts of Saturdays are Doctor Who and MLP:FIM. Of course, both of these series are coming to the ends of their respective seasons, so that is going to leave a gaping hole in a couple of weeks. Not that the seasons aren’t ending with a bang though. A couple of amazing episodes this week.

I also got to spend a lot of time with the family, which was enjoyable. Again, I may have said this in the past, but I love being able to be myself, which I can’t really do when I’m at university. I just haven’t met people who are really like me yet. Plus, all my studying makes it very hard to find the time to do anything to meet new people, even if my social anxiety were to allow me to.

Maybe I’ll have more time to relax after the exams next year. I doubt it, to be honest, but you never know. I’m going to try my best to find my crowd as soon as I can spare the time, which is a fancy but superfluous way of saying that I will never get around to it.

Anyway, enough about that. What’s important is that today was great fun. It’s now coming up to 1:00 AM and I should probably get this blog post done. So, lets take a look in my bag of prompts!

Short Story

A slice of moonlight fell across the cold wood floor of the room, the shadows of the curtains gently swaying in the evening breeze. The room lay near the top of the circular tower, the wide stones of the wall curving around the circumference. This room was one of five on this floor, each taking up another segment of the circle, with a steep spiral staircase running down the centre.

Inside the room was a large four-poster bed, with a trunk at its foot and a table standing next to it: an unlit candle still perched there. The rest of the room was filled with more basic furnishings: a couple of oaken chairs on either side of a simply built table and a couple of worn, dusty shelves, some of which held tins of paint or long planters containing various exotic plants. Upon the windowsill, seeming to stare into the open air from the open window, were a pair of moonleaf flowers, their heavy petals shimmering and glowing, releasing slow puffs of light that scattered in the wind.

It was on this scene that the boy gazed. He lay in the bed, the quilt up to his neck, his eyes glistening with barely visible tears. Suddenly he leaned forward, tilting his head and closing his eyes to listen. Very faintly upon the night wind came a voice. It lilted gently through the window, alighting there for a time, a timid bird of song. Slowly, it began to become clear. It was someone singing.

Writing Prompts Used:

My brain.

I believe that is my work done for tonight. It has been a pleasure as always, ladies and gentlemen. See you on the flip side.

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.

Day 123: The 27th of November

It is fabulous day 123 of my blog. Who knew?

I’m home again now, and I just finished playing about 4 and a half hours of CS:GO with Ben. There were a lot of ups and downs during that time, but it was fun.

It does, however, mean that I am quite tired. Mentally, not physically. I’m going to wrap up this blog early and try and relax for half an hour or so before I go to sleep.

Before I go I would like to recommend a song for you guys. I am listening to it now and it always leaves me pretty emotional. It’s just so good. The name of the song is ‘Fear Not This Night’, a song from the ‘Guild Wars 2’ soundtrack. If you get a chance, give it a whirl.

Anyway, going to spend some time with my cat and release the tension of hours of shooting terrorists. Have a good evening guys!

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.

Day 122: The 26th of November

Hello again everyone. Hope your week has gone well. It’s almost the weekend now, not long to go. Let’s have a chat.

It has been a fun evening. Ben and I spent a few hours playing ‘CS:GO’ together, which was hilarious. Nothing like a bit of light-hearted joking to warm the hearts of the otherwise stony-faced players of a serious competitive game.

I ate a significant amount for dinner tonight, including stew, pie and pasta. This, I felt, was justified by the fact that I have been starving myself and not eating properly for the past two months. I think I can treat myself from time to time.

I am feeling the sleep deprivation now, as I go into my final day of the week on about 5 hours of sleep each night. It’s seriously affecting my mood and my concentration, to the point where I just haven’t been caring about anything. Luckily I should be able to get a good few hours tonight, if I go to bed soon.

Let’s see if I can siphon anything out of my quickly-drying well of interesting thought to try and write something. My imagination and mind need a refill of energy to start making new ideas. We will see what I can salvage.

Short Story

Flames licked the edges of the new log that was shoved into the hearth hungrily, sparks flying messily as it was consumed into the already merrily roaring fire. The stones of the castle were old and it took a lot of effort to shake the chill from their weary bones on a chill evening such as this. Facing the fire were a pair of plump armchairs with a low wooden table between them, a goblet of wine resting on it. One of these chairs held a man.

This man would appear old from a distance. His hair was a bright silver and a full but well maintained beard covered his jaw. However, looking closer it was clear to see that the only lines on his face came from smiling and his eyes were still bright with youth. He wore a loose tunic of rich, soft royal blue and his black trousers were fitted close to his toned legs, ending at a pair of soft leather boots more suited for short distance travel.

The room was large enough for long shadows to be cast for the light of the fire, deepening the night in the corners and around the wide windows of tightly fit glass that lay in the wall behind the pair of chairs. All of the other walls were filled with shelves of books and artifacts, many of which were completely foreign to most of the guests that visited the castle in increasing quantities as the winter festival approached.

Above the fireplace lay the most important possession of the family. A finely polished heater-shield, engraved with the rising phoenix crest of the Fallen family. As the man drew his gaze up to the shield he noticed the almost imperceptible shimmer that ran across its surface from time to time.

Writing Prompts Used:

The story starts in a castle. The story takes place in the evening. The story must involve a shield in it.

Time to head off. Have a good day, ladies and gentlemen.

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.

 

Day 121: The 25th of November

I feel rejuvenated after my day of procrastination. I also had some great conversations this evening!

Some of the joyous conversations I have had this evening include catching up with Ben about the recent goings-on. I love talking with my dear brother-in-law, it is so easy going compared to my conversations with most other people. In-jokes and funny stories galore.

I also managed to chat with my actual brother, Michael! We have a weekly routine of a phone call in the evenings mid-week and it is nice to connect with him, since I very rarely see my family most of the time. Most of the conversation was spent with me folding washing in the background.

The rest of my evening has been spent either pulling my hair out over land law preparation or talking to my friends on Skype. Our conversation tonight has gone from the normal, to the weird, to the very weird extremely quickly. Currently we are on the topic of serial killers.

Short Story

His soft boots padded back and forth across the marble floor. The parcel had been expected five minutes ago and the pacing man was glancing at his watch more and more often as the minutes ticked by.

The room he was in was merely the entrance hall to the manor, with a grand sweeping staircase displaying the finest wood carving this side of the capital in the carefully crafted bannisters. On the walls either side of the staircase were two flowing tapestries, displaying feats of valour and heroism from the history of the family.

As the man took a long stride past a arched window: open and causing the silken curtains to billow in the gentle breeze, he heard a grunt of effort, followed by a light woosh. As the package collided with his head, one last thought crossed his mind.

At least it arrived at last.

Writing Prompts Used:

During the story, there is a delivery made. The story must involve a window in it.

BED TIME NOW! I STAY UP TOO LATE!

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.

Day 120: The 24th of November

At long last the hard part of the week is over and we can start to wind down.

The tutorials this week have proven exceedingly relaxed and easy, which I am not sure is thanks to my amazing preparation skills or just that the tutors are being nicer now. It feels a lot more like I am understanding the course, thank the lord.

Other than that though, I don’t have much to say about today. It was mostly spent in the library reading, so it wasn’t particularly interesting. Instead, I shall start my writing now.

Or rather, I would have done if I had not procrastinated until this point. You see, it is now 1:00 AM and I have to be up at 6:00 AM. Honestly, I should have been in bed hours ago.

Really sorry guys but I don’t want to fall asleep in my criminal law lecture tomorrow. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow evening, I promise.

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.

 

Day 119: The 23rd of November

Today was a relaxing day, though it doesn’t feel like a Monday.

Honestly, I feel a bit short changed on my week so far. By my mind it should be at least Wednesday by now. Unfortunately that is not the case and instead I have three tutorials tomorrow. This means sitting in the library for hours on end reading cases and articles for Public law, until my eyes are bleeding.

At least I got all my contract and criminal law work done today. That stuff is easy compared to the sheer weight of information I have to get through for each Public law tutorial. It doesn’t really feel fair to me that I have to read three separate articles and a full case for this, whereas my criminal and contract were easy as reading a couple of cases for each.

Oh well. I won’t get my chance to come back to the house for lunch tomorrow, since I didn’t get my reading done tonight. I lose 3 hours just by deciding to come back to the house, so it is better if I don’t. That does mean having to pack my laptop and other heavy essentials to bring with me. The pain.

Other than my pain, I did speak to a girl I have seen at the train station almost every day for the first time today. That made me pretty happy as I wasn’t sure if she thought I was a weirdo or not. By the fact that she initiated an interaction, I will assume not. Now that the awkward silence is at last broken I can start talking to her if I see her around. Should be a nice challenge for me.

So yes. That was pretty much my full day. It was incredibly dull really, just lots of work and walking. I’ll be so happy when tomorrow is over as that is when my week gets easy. Just lectures and my Land law tutorial, which gives me plenty of time off. I’ll probably spend some of that time preparing for next week’s tutorials to save future me some heartache.

Until then though, I should get to bed. I need all the sleep I can get when I have to wake up at 6:00 AM. I hope everyone is having a good start to the week and I wish you all the best.

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.

Day 118: The 22nd of November

Today was a watershed day in terms of my mentality, I feel. It’s been an interesting weekend that I think ended with me being stronger.

I had forgotten something essential in the past months, something that I never should have forgotten. I don’t get pushed around or told what to do, I forge my own path and my own future. Just because I respect someone or admire their intelligence doesn’t make them any better than me, or give them the right to tell me what is good for me.

Last time someone tried to tie me down like that I was so angry that I promised myself I wouldn’t be sad anymore. Now I will put my anger to my new purpose of not always acting the subservient child. I won’t let university get me down and I won’t be judged by others for what I choose to do with my life.

I got my weekly dose of tears out of the way this morning, leaving me galvanised in the knowledge that whatever happens I won’t let myself be broken. So when I got back to the house this evening after my visit to Chichester with my parents, I did not cry to see them leave. I felt sad and I saw them off as normal, but I kept my cool at long last.

Directly following this was the part of the evening in which Monica told me of how spoilt I was. My only response to that was ‘Yes, I am. Isn’t it great?’ Quite frankly I have had so many people in my life tell me that I am spoilt that I am sick of it. The fact that my parents and family don’t want me to be miserable should not mean that I am ‘spoilt’, it should mean that the people I know and love are just much better than others. Why is being unhappy suddenly a point of pride for the elderly, who swear that if we don’t have it as hard as them then we are getting soft.

All I have to say to that is, stuff you lot. I’ll do what I want. And if that doesn’t show that I am not soft, I don’t know what will.

I have also decided that, to save me some heartache in the evenings, I shall write my short story segments on less busy days, such as Tuesdays, Wednesdays, Thursdays and possibly Fridays and Saturdays. Sunday and Monday nights are the busiest times of the week for me at the moment and I am often reading until 11:00 PM, so I shall take the liberty of having some evenings off.

With that said, I am going to go to bed. I have done 2 hours of reading tonight and I have another few hours of work tomorrow to prepare for my tutorials on Tuesday. No rest for the wicked, as they say.

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.

Day 117: The 21st of November

Today I visited a fancy house with my parents and their friend. It was very enjoyable; it almost made me forget about the horrors of university work.

First thing I will say is that the temperature is plummeting now. Over the past few days it has grown colder and colder to the point where it is into negative figures at night and it barely gets above freezing in the day. It goes to show how close winter and Christmas is though.

We visited a stately house for the majority of the day, as I have mentioned. It is rather a fascinating experience every time, I do enjoy imagining what it was like to live in the time of the aristocracy. Of course, I wouldn’t have been one, had I been around in those days. I’d like to think that if I was sent back in time I could make a pretty good go at it though.

One of the highlights of the visit was the roaring fireplace that managed to warm me to the bone after the bitter winds that howled outside. I was just happy to be able to spend some time with the people I care about and to be able to relax and forget about the heavy workload that I have.

Other than that, my evening has involved watching the newest episode of MLP FIM, which was a pretty great one actually. It is almost the end of the season, so it is nice to see they are finishing it off well.

Anyway, I should really do some writing.

Short Story

I awoke from my daze in the forest near my house. I had been walking home from school and my bag hung heavily from my shoulder with books and notes. No one else was around, it was a hot summer day and the sun was still streaming through the leaves, mottling the forest floor with puddles of light.

The path I had been walking on wound its way up the hill towards the exit back onto the residential area, but I decided against heading back right away. After all, with a day like today it wasn’t worth wasting my time indoors.

I ambled down another fork in the path, running deeper into the wood, until I came to a small footbridge that arced over a forest brook. This was a place I often visited when I had some time to myself and I spent some time looking at the slow, crystal clear water trickling down the hill. Eventually I reached off of one side of the bridge and retrieved the long, carved wood sword that I had hidden away there last time I was here.

The next few hours were a blur of practise, swinging the blade in slow arcs and mimicking blocks and parries. I had just finished running through a whole mock fight in my head when I heard voices from the forest, on the other side of the bridge. Embarrassed, I ducked behind a thick tangle of thorns and watched carefully.

Two young men, then a third, ran onto the bridge, laughing and clapping each other on the back. One held a bent, irregular stick, as tall as himself and tapped it heavily onto the ground as he walked. The other two carried shorter sticks like makeshift weapons and paced along with grins plastered on their faces.

I felt a sudden urge and burst from my hiding place, my sword held steady before me. The boys’ heads snapped towards me, then they laughed. They invited me to join their game and I nodded slowly. The boy with the tall stick turned his back on me, talking with the other two.

He didn’t see the strike coming. He crumpled to the ground bonelessly, leaving his companions stunned. In their moment of shock I leapt towards them, my blade catching one high in the throat and causing him to fall on his back, gasping. The next was faster and leapt towards me, his stick whistling through the air.

I caught it casually with one hand and pulled. He didn’t let go. A common mistake. As he stumbled forward I let go of the stick and elbowed him in the back of the neck, leaving him lying on his friend.

“It’s dinner time!”

I sighed and closed my eyes. My consciousness faded away and I heard footsteps running off down the stairs, his mother scolding him for playing too many games again.

I looked down at the three boys, my mind numb. He had never gone this far before. Why did we have to live in a world where we couldn’t control our lives?

Writing Prompts Used:

None

That was a really enjoyable piece of writing. The quality is sub par, but it was still very fun to do. Nevertheless, I should be going to bed now. Have a good evening everyone!

Elliott Rogers, novice blog writer extraordinaire.