Long Days

Today was great; it was a long day, but a good one.

We were in Bradford today, a brilliant city with really nice (but strange) people. I know that a lot of people haven’t fundraised before and I’m going to be using some terminology in this (and future) posts:

Points – in fundraising you are not targetted on how much money you raise at all – it is an entirely points-based system. For example, 1 DD is 2 points, 1 text is 1 point.

DD – a Direct Debit; I do street fundraising and we aim to secure a long-term investment for the charity through the form of direct debits, which is why they’re worth more points.

Text – Another monthly donation; but an option with more control associated with it than a DD and usually more cost-effective for the donor.

Donor – the person agreeing to sign up for monthly donations.

Session – a segment of work; i.e. there are usually three sessions in a day with two half-hour breaks.

So, my weekly target is 12 points (6 DDs) and I managed to achieve 3 points in the very first session this morning which is better than I have ever done in a session. I was certain I was going to hit target that day which is 4 points a day (I work 3 days a week because I study alongside it) but, for whatever reason, I didn’t score again at all today. I attribute my success to beginning this blog, but it may also be the downfall. I focused too much today on adding a new post here because I was so excited to do so! However, I also think that I tried my absolute hardest today, so go figure.

B

Saturday night is date night and tonight we’re going to see the movie ‘Truth or Dare’ at the cinema, then we’re coming back for a nice relaxing night together. I’ve got a day off tomorrow but I’m hoping to spend it at the library finishing the presentation that I’ve got to do for Monday.

She’s promised me a surprise when we get back too, so I’m looking forward to that. The only thing I’m worried about is how I look because I’ve worked all day and not had the chance to get ready at all; it’s been hot and long but I don’t want that to ruin anything. I really appreciate the effort that we both put into prolonging date night.

RB.

Morning Coffee

So, I pay for WordPress, so I may as well use it.

I think I’m going to write every morning before work or University so that ideas, thoughts and poetry are ‘fresh’ in my head (so to speak).

At the moment, I have work today, I’m working in Bradford and I’m looking forward t it: I have previous success in Bradford and I think I’m going to do well. For the last few weeks I’ve done really badly in securing sign-ups and I’m unsure why; I think it’s stress.

I had an interview yesterday with Ricoh for a ‘Campus Ambassador’ position and I think I did okay in the interview, but only okay.

I really want to make this a very personal blog, something that I can really sink my teeth into: a publishing stage for my poetry; a thinking ground for my philosophy; an exhibition for my photography; a diary for my thoughts.

At the moment, I’m sitting here, with my favourite Pokemon mug that changes with heat. I’ve got a nice black coffee and it’s about 8/9 degrees out. It feels nice. I need to make my lunch and I need to finish my presentation for university for Monday: it’s on Dear Boy by Emily Berry on a poem called The Way You Do At the End of Plays; really good poem: might post it onto here with some little bits of analysis at the end of the day.

In the Xbox clan, we’ve had a rework of ourselves: we’re now ‘Metric’ (my new GT is Metric Drummo). I actually really like it: we want to be professional R6 players. Realistically, I don’t think it will happen but the plausibility is definitely there.

‘Morning Coffee’ is a really good title for a poem. I think I’ll use it on a later date.

For some reason, I think that University feels as though it can’t rely on me as much anymore; probably because I haven’t been as reliable. I think I’m just being paranoid about that, though.

B

Everything is great with B (I’m preserving her name for anonymity), she is coping really well at the moment and I appreciate the effort that she’s currently making. Last night I caught her humming to herself and gave her a huge scare, it was pretty funny.

I’m worried about how she feels about our relationship sometimes and if she’s with me because we live together or because she really wants this to work. We argue a lot about silly little things; nothing major, but enough to matter, but by the end of it we always make the effort to make up.

I always try to make her talk about things and see how she feels, but she’s not very good at talking, which is fine, but I wish she’d talk.

At the end of the day, I don’t think I will ever stop loving her. She is the woman who I want to marry.

I love her.