Through the fire and Johnny V

Well here it is. The flat 14 blog. I've decided (as some sort of New Years resolution) to keep a blog of all the "crazy" shenanigans of 8 students living together. Other than sharing the rather random and funny stuff which happens here, it will also provide certain individuals more insight of what happened the night before. Let's begin with:

7th January 2008...

Zordon, saviour of IKEA

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Zordon had warned us of a flat inspection today so the kitchen had actually been cleaned spotless for once, a nice sight when you wake up not hungover, but as per usual Zordon the caretaker had once again failed to keep to his, very slurred, word and only came in to change the bins like he does every other Monday of the year. Exciting part of his life I'm sure. Now the only reason I had been up to see the kitchen looking like some sort of IKEA show room kitchen ( must say I like this one a lot) was because today university had started again. I had almost forgot this was the reason I was living in beautiful student accommodation.

Yawn

F Diddy was also around at this point, flaunting off his legs by wearing boxers around the flat hall before jumping into a shower (which the lock on the door is broken, for unknown reasons. Another reason for Zordon to swear at us if he can stop taking bins out for 2 minutes and give us an inspection.) After doing a quick lap of the kitchen i came to the conclusion I couldn't be arsed making a cup of tea, since that would mean the kitchen automatically going back to looking like a bombsite. Deciding that Wu-Tang Cam wasn't having some sort of weird sex, I knocked on his door (in the fashion of Zordon of course) to wake him up. Luckily he wasn't having sex and got out of bed. A day of Uni happened...

Yellow, blue, green, red, red, red.....

BDawg had left his room open, so it was obvious I played Guitar Hero 3 for a good while. A good while and some sore fingers later he had came back, so time to invade someone else with a 360's room - Beard's! Even if he locked his door, since it has no panel down the side (Zordon REALLY won't be pleased with the inspection. Probably why he's living as a bin man for a while) so it's easy enough to open. He didn't lock it. Another 3 hours of Guitar Hero, and my life, down it was time for the daily booze cr00ze to Asda to stock up on vodka. After buying enough vodka to make a Russian man wealthy (in soviet Russia, vodka drink you!) it was time to awaken The VeeMan. Uttering the words "Guitar Hero" and "Vodka" through his door was enough to get him out of bed. It usually is.

JohnnyVForce
Now there is something you must understand about the VeeMan before the next section makes sense. He LIVES for Guitar Hero. He sees the world as being one big solo that he MUST perfect. Dragonforce, being arguably the hardest song in the game, is to him what Allah is to Muslims. Except he doesn't blow cars up for it. Yet. Anyway, after he shows me that using a controller (no matter how much time you spend sitting in one position on Beard's bed hitting buttons) will never even make him falter - he takes his "mad skillz" online. You have to love the people online (missing out the irony that I am a person online here) and some of the antics. "HULKSTERDAVE" wants to play. He leaves. More try to play, they leave. VeeMan finally finds an opponent, and after screaming "DRAGONFORCE!?!?!?" jumps into his GH mode. I wander about at this point as I've already heard the song a good 10 times today , but arrive back to see VeeMan isn't the best in the world ever. He cries a little and goes straight back in, this time with a headset to annoy the people of the interwebz by shouting "200!?" ( An inside joke which i will explain in some blog at some point since it is much funnier when not explained.) After having beat the poor person, who must be completely confused at this point why random numbers are being shouted at him, it becomes apparent through the magixxxx of xbox achievement points the person VeeMan has just demolished is a creator of the game. VeeMan's life is now complete.

And THAT would be 8th January. Not as much drinking as i would have liked, but Wu Tang Cam likes sex more than drink, so fair do's to him. Hopefully there shall be another bloggo soon, and i can actually think of something interesting to write (with more pictures).

Peace and love,

Flat 14