Blog 40: Entry 10

Trevor keeps getting upset about a friend being racist about the way he talks. She isn’t really being racist though, because he does talk a bit funny. He says its South African but I spoke to my other South African friend and he says its not very South African at all. He says things like “choclit” and “aawf” instead of “chocolate” and “off”. I feel sorry for him because people have difficulty understanding him sometimes but I don’t think it’s that big a problem, and that he is doing very well with his speaking. Having said that, he just said the word “bood”. I don’t know what this word means. He is usually very good though.

Blog 39: Entry 9

Trevor just pulled Nick off his chair. I don’t know why but it could be because me and Nick were talking about his favourite animal tie and Trevor might have thought we were insulting it. He has a collection of ties with animals on it. His favourite is his one with a deer on. He calls it a springbok though. I don’t know why he calls them this. Most people call them deer. Now Trevor’s hitting Nick with a book trying to make him play but Nick is busy. I don’t think he’s upset about the tie any more because he is smiling.

Blog 38: Entry 8

Trevor was just talking about when he was feeding a squirrel and the squirrel bit his thumb because he had too much salt on his thumb. It reminded me of when Trevor was chasing squirrels around the grass and one ran up a tree. He looked all pleased with himself because he had won the game and chased the squirrel away but then the squirrel pooped on his head. Trevor says he doesn’t remember this and that he only ever got pooed on once, by a pigeon. I thought it did happen though.

Blog 37: Entry 7

My friend was just complaining about what Trevor did to her. He used to hit her with a folder and a lunch box and hide her pencil case where she couldn't reach (he is very tall and lanky and quite gangly). I think she's being a bit harsh though because he doesn't mean it in a nasty way, he is just trying to get attention and become friends with her. I think he might like her a little bit.

Blog 36: Entry 6

Trevor sometimes gets confused about things, and I feel sorry for him, but then straight afterwards he starts arguing about whose go it is on worms. He really likes it, but I still don’t know why. He keeps asking my friend when she saw him driving and then says he saw her. He doesn’t seem to realise that he would know when it was if he saw her. Now he’s talking about his new friend, but it is his driving instructor so I don’t think he’s an actual friend. We pretend that it’s good he has a friend though. If we take interest then maybe he’ll be happy. I still don’t know why he likes worms though.

Blog 35: Entry 5

I’ve just been talking to a friend, who says she saw Trevor driving once. She says it was strange because he was all bent over, and looking at the dashboard instead of out the window. She says he puts the indicator on at the last minute and then stops and sort of falls forward. She says its no wonder he hasn’t passed. I haven’t seen him drive so I don’t know and admittedly haven’t started learning myself, but somehow I don’t think Trevor should be allowed to. It’s strange that they let him, but I guess he should have equal opportunities and that.

Blog 34: Entry 4

Trevor thinks he doesn’t walk a bit funny but he does. He says he has stopped walking funny because he trained himself too. I guess he doesn’t walk as funny, but he still holds his right arm bent at the elbow and his hand flopped, with one foot turned inwards slightly.

Also he moves his head around very nervously like a bird, and his eyes are quite wide so he looks pretty wary. Sometimes he lets out a sort of shrieking noise, and it’s really loud.

Blog 33: Entry 3

Trevor is trying to hit on a girl I think, and he’s asking her what she has been up to, and trying to make conversation. I always feel a little bit sorry for him when he tries to talk to girls because he doesn’t seem to understand what is ok and what isn’t. Once, over summer, he liked a girl and wanted to give her his phone, but he hardly knew her, and me and Eric told him that it was a bit weird, so he didn’t. It was a sweet idea though, I guess.

Blog 32: Entry 2

Trevor can be quite fun sometimes, but sometimes he gets a bit angry at people. This rarely happens with me, but sometimes he does. Like one time, he wrestled another boy over toothpaste, and neither would just back down. He doesn’t mean it badly though, he is just trying to mimic banter.

Blog 31: The First Entry

Ok so I'm so excited about this Trevor diary that I couldn't wait for very long before just posting it. Here's the first entry: Enjoy!

Entry 1:

Trevor is really insecure. He’s tucked in the corner with his bag and he’s all worried that we are talking about him. He’s just found out about the diary and says not to say anything bad, so I told him we’ll only write the truth. He carried on playing with worms. I don’t know why he likes playing that so much.

Blog 30: The End is the Beginning

As a new student, having been here coming up to 3 weeks, I've changed already.

My sleeping and eating habits are bizarre. My standard day lasts from 11am to 2am, but every now and then a 9am lectures thrown into the mixer and so I get ridiculously tired. I've begun eating breakfast at midday, lunch at 5pm and dinner at 10pm, which is just wierd. Today I woke up at 12:01 exactly, got up, ate some chocolate and sat on my computer for an hour. My curtains are still shut and I'm still in my boxers.

I've already stayed up til 5 twice; one of those times I just played God of War from start to finish until 5.30, the other, I'm not really sure how I spent that long setting up a deviant art account, but I did. (If you're interested, the link http://smash-rocket-to-mars.deviantart.com/ ... shameless plugging there..)

I have no idea what the weather is like outside.

Now some of the sharper ones among you will be thinking why did he choose that title for this blog? WELL! As you may have noticed, with this blog I celebrate (by having a pot noodle) my 30th BLOG POST! But because I've been neglecting you wonderful readers for some time now due to not enough rants, I've lined up a little something special for you whilst I store up some more rants.

The next blog I post will see the start of a diary I kept about a friend of mine for a while back this year. It documents things he did and I really feel it captures his true self in a penetrative and revealing manner which no amount of film or socialising could do. So the next time I post a blog it will be the first in the series of THE TREVOR DIARIES! I'm excited.

Blog 29: City Life

City Life is sooo wierd compared to Harpenden life...

I LOVE being so near to actual shops rather than shops that only sell chocolate or thai food. I LOVE that I can nip out the house for 30 mins and get me something from WHSmith or HMV or other chain stores. I LOVE how I have 3 Maccy D's within walking distance as well as 4 subways, and as a friend discovered, about 18 Greggs. I can walk to the cinema or walk to go bowling, or walk to PC World; all of these where options unavailable to me in Harpenden, unless I had an awful lot of time.

But of course City Life has some of its downsides. It's extremely busy, which isn't too big of a problem except it never seems to die down. It doesn't matter if it's the weekend or tuesday at 11 it always seems to be relentlessly full of people. Of course, this isn't helped by the fact that some stupid people are just to ignorant and stupid to realise how busy it is. I was walking through town making good time and I (perhaps it was my fault) unknowingly slipped down the smaller left hand lane by some cordoned off for roadworks area along the main pedestrian shopping area in Leeds. And I managed to get trapped behing not 1, but 2 REALLY fat ladies. Now, I have nothing against fat people, and some of my harsher critics would say I'm one of them, but if you're majorly fat, don't walk down the middle of an alley which is only a little wider than you are. And if there's no other option then don't walk in the middle, keep to one side so I and others can get past. And if that's still not an option then walk faster! You could do with the freakin' excercise.

So after having spent an hour walking about 60 metres, I did my shopping, headed back home and kicked around for a bit. Later on my friend from Huddersfield came to stay and in the evening we went for a wander around the town.

At night, Leeds transforms into a dark wonderland. The Macdonalds are all open and full to the brim of people who are high and have the infamous munchies. However, not a single Maccy Ds were selling McFlurries that night, which was ridiculous. In the end we got a subway, which was my first ever one incidentally...

Then there was the drug using. The really blatent obvious drug using.

In Harpenden, the drug scene is pretty bad; there are so many rich kids with nothing to do so they just get high or stoned or just drunk. Therefore its safe to say I know the whole drug thing is going on.

However I didn't expect to see someone walking around on the main high street in leeds with a tube up their nose and in a plastic bag snorting the white contents right up their nostril. It caught me completely by surprise.

Then of course there was the hallucinating man. He made me laugh. From a distance we could see this staggering middle aged man going to people and showing them his hand. As we walked by he came over and said"Look what that dog did to me hand! He bit me hand! I'm gonna punch it right in it's FACE!"

I took a sneak peak at the hand. He hadn't been bitten. Also there weren't any dogs anywhere. I don't think I've seen a dog for like 6 weeks. Dogs just don't happen in Leeds. That guy was funny.