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[moving away from the big BA]

So at the moment, it’s 3:10 as I start to write this post. Most of my
things are packed and ready to go with bits and pieces that I have
to sort out first. In six hours I will be in a car on my way out of
Bangor.

I have know this day was coming for weeks, known that I was
moving out for months, so this hasn’t been a surprise. I mean,
I pack about 90%  of my stuff a week ago. But as I sit here, my
friend Andrew quietly snoring and the worlds worse tumble
dryer in the background. It’s here, six hours from departure
that the emotion hits me at all.

All day I’ve been thinking “Wow, this is actually my last day
in Wales, the last day for a long time that I’ll have my own
personal space to do with as I please”. But, although these
thoughts have been racing through my head. There wasn’t
really an emotional tag to go with them. Until the goodbyes
came.

Now because of growing up, building up my hopes and then
having them crashed down in the last second. I live in a
perpetual state of expecting things to wrong and not getting
excited about them until they actually happen. This counts
for the unhappy side of things as well.

It’s only now that I start to realise that this year has gone fast.
I have done so much with it and still feel like I should have
done more. I’ve seen places I’ve never seen before, I’ve been
on student radio, been a club photographer, watched the sunrise
on a pier, made new friends that I hope I will be able to stay in
contact with. Because, that is what I’m terrible at. And also
these are only the things I can remember straight away.

The people I’ve lived with this year have been amazing and
I truly mean that. Tabs, Will, Big Bear & Mike.

Tabs is my best female friend bar none and has been for a
long time we get on so well, it’s fantastic. We have pretty
much the same tastes in a lot of things but not all things
so we can find things to argue about, which I know sounds
weird, but is something we loved to do.

Drunken conversations with Will were always funny and
when we found ‘Take Me Out’ on ITV I don’t actually
believe we could have been happier at that moment.  And
he was also the first person to call me the happiest person
in Bangor as I always seemed to be smiling.

Big Bear and Mike were two of the most awesome people I
have met. And I’m happy to have moved to Wales to have
lived with them. A quick story, when I first moved here I
was carrying this massive suitcase and I arrived at the
bottom of the steps with it. Mike having just got onto the
landing to make a phone call quickly put down his phone and
helped me carry it up the stairs and this was before he even
knew me. Big Bear was always there with the good advice.
the kind of advice you always knew made sense and he
knew you knew made sense. Then after that we would spend
an hour or two killing zombies or playing Guitar Hero. When
it was Guitar Hero Mike would also be playing and you knew
for a fact the ‘Plug In Baby’ by Muse would be played. I’m not
a Muse fan really but grew to love the song because of the fun
times associated with it.

One of the big things that happened since being in Bangor is
that I finally figured out what I want to do with my life and I
have half of a complete plan. Which is alot more than I have
ever had before, trust me.
As I’m writing this I am getting ridiculously upset, with the
things I’m writing making me remember amazing times had
in and because of Bangor. And it’s all going through at 100mph.
But the thing is this must be normal. I am moving out after a
year of being with the most amazing people and in a great place.
I always knew that this was a great time in my life and like I said
earlier it’s only just hit me it’s over and it”s hit me like a ton of
bricks. It truly has.

[getting ready for the get gone]

Well it seems that the end for Bangor [in terms of
me being here] are looming ever closer. In just
over a week I’ll be leaving Bangor. Of course I’ll
return but it won’t be the same as I won’t be living
here.

At the moment as I sit in my room that is looking a little
more bare than it did last week. And it makes me think
of Scrubs for some strange reason. In particular the last
episode of Season 8 when JD leaves Sacred Heart. And how
he was goping for the massive goodbye. Which as we know
in life, doesn’t happen.

So, I pack my things, the majority of my things
anyways. I didn’t pack my cameras away as I have a
feeling that I may need to use any of them at any
given time. Yes, I am that geeky. For further
evidence of this look below.

The Cameras That I Have Left Out Just In Case

I know, awesome right?

I don’t have much else to write except that my jaw hurts
if I open it too wide which makes yawning and eating
quite painfull but at least my feet have healed and I’m
able to walk around without feeling epic pain 🙂

Also, not having a job is really fucking boring.

[not so appetising]

Today I had a walk into town and found that I had found myself
outside of the main window for the Marks & Spencer store in
Bangor and as I looked at the photos they had on the exterior of
the shop for there food and to be honest none of it looked appetising.

And that got me to thinking. My attitude to food has changed quite a bit.
I used to knowingly gorge on food, just because I could. But because if
the rules that I’m now living by [which were mentioned in a previous
post] I’m eating better and always eating crappy fast food.

And also it has got me cooking more, which is fun. Below I have included
two pictures. The top one is of the Marks & Spencer window and the other
is the meal I cooked for my friend Vicki and I. Yesterday was an epic day.
Cooked for a friend, had a  massive walk, played some frisbee and some
basketball and worked and one of the best jobs I have ever had. ilovelife.


[two hours of fun with a camera]


[we seemed to have gone past the start of the end]

My time in Bangor is been coming to an end.
It’s been fun.
I’ll be home before I know it.
That sentence contains mixed emotions.

[reminds me of home]

Not sure where I found this or exactly how long it’s been saved on my computer.

But seeing it reminds me of home.

The fact that besides Bangor at the moment home is Kent and by weak extension London and that this drawing is obviously not of London makes the fact it reminds me quite strange. But there you go.

Hope you’re all good.

[seren]

Seren is the student newspaper for Bangor University
and there is a part of called ‘Creative Corner’ where
you are able to submit photographs, writing etc for
print.

Well I submitted a poem and two photographs and
they both got included which was pretty awesome.
What was great about it was that I finally did something
with my poems [due the encouragement of
yourownpersonalmonster, possibly one of the longest
standing readers of this blog] and I knocked it
off my to-do list. Which as it transpired it was never
on the list to begin with.

I have received compliments about the photos
and the poems which is always nice. I have
included it in this post as a PDF file so you can
just download it. If you go to Page 20 you will see
a photograph of some bikes in black and white
[that’s mine] and on Page 21 I have the poem[s]
as well as a photograph I took in a bookstore
[also mine].

I was thinking of submitting again. We’ll see what
they think of these and whether they feel they are
worth printing.

Hope you enjoy 🙂

Seren April 2010

[my third home]

Ok, so as regular readers [or even those who
may peruse this site only on occasion] may
know, I currently live in Bangor. A town in
which I quickly started to call home. But I
do have another place that has the feeling
of home that is also in Bangor.

It’s the darkroom. It is amazing.
I love it there. I really do.

But alas the building is being torn down over
the summer so that’s it really. I found a great
place and now I’ve got to give the keys back.

It was great though, everything that I had  learned
at college just came straight back and
I achieved a
level of focus that I hadn’t had for a while that I am
trying to continue in other areas in my life.


[i’m only here to let the world know]

It has been too long since I last wrote a post on here. Actually
to be honest I think that I haven’t written a post in this whole
month and as for my
photoblog it’s been even longer. This
shall be rectified tonight.

What to discuss though? Well I’m about to do an epic post that
will cover several topics which could probably have been
covered over a set number of posts.

*To make it easier to read instead of every other paragraph being in bold
format I will alternate between blod and not bold per topic in this post as
opposed to every other paragraph. Here goes.

As always I have  a new book idea, I had done some pretty extensive
work on the one I was writing some time ago [
click here to see the
first chapter
] but never took any notes with all the adjustments I had
made. The version I was working on was a completely re-worked
version. Different story lines brewing, different characters and in
my opinion much better written than the previous framework that
I had put up. But alas, that version died along with the Mac that it
was on. Ah well.

I have been doodling a few new ideas and I thinking of basing the
beginning of the new book on the blog entry [
it all started with a
newspaper
]. It seems like a good idea and it might work. I’m
probably never going to complete it. But my mind needs a focus
point and writing wise. This will be it  :]

Another writing outlet has been to keep my notepad up to date and
to start designing a magazine on InDesign. I was going to make a
magazine with photography and general bit’s and pieces and save
it as a PDF file and allow it for download from this site!

Aside from this I have been keeping my mind busy in other areas, for example,
the rest of my life. I have been drawing up a two year plan. One, that if followed
correctly, will set me on a course for the rest of my life. That’s right people I have
picked a career path that I want to undertake. I am not going to tell everyone
what it is. Only a few select people know what it is that I want to do, and I’m
comfortable with that. This plan is currently only part way complete. But I’m
confident in my ability not to fuck this up.

As some of you may know I love long journeys [providing I have a
book and my iPod]. And soon I’m about to embark on a set of
journeys which sees me doing about fourteen hours worth of
travel in three days. On this Thursday I will be travelling by bus
from Bangor to Aberystwyth for a night of drunken madness with
Stephanie Luff and Goog Hart. Getting drunk in a place I have never
been before is always a solid plan by the way.

Plus I like to see places I have never seen before. I am staying in
Aberystwyth overnight and in the morning catching a bus from
Aberystwyth to Cardiff the capital city of Wales to see my friend
Azita who I have featured on my
photoblog and of whom I’ve not
seen in ages. If you having trouble visualising this journey
I have included a map below.

As you can see, this isn’t a ‘small trip’ I am actually going from A to B
and Back Again. Meaning that I am going one one side of the country
to the other. The long way.

A is Bangor
B is Cardiff
And that little squiggly bit in the middle is Aberystwyth.

I should probably take two books, just in case.

Another thing that I mention in a previous post was the list of so many things
had to do before I died. This list isn’t complete but has already Sixty-One items
listed [if you would like to suggest an item to go on the list feel free]. Item
Twenty-Two was to visit a Zoo. As this was something that I had never done
before. So on the 25th Of February my friend Heather Torrance and I visited
the Colwyn Bay Zoo in Wales and it was awesome :] I really enjoyed it and I
took a photo [as this is one of the rules of the list ‘where possible retain
photographic proof’] So below is a photograph of the polaroid of Heather and I
with a Bear in the background [although hard to see, he is there, honest]

This photograph is taken in the same style as the Polaroid shot in the last
post. Mainly because I like to show the camera the photograph came from
and also because I really lack a scanner in Wales.

This was actually an awesome day. As well as seeing the Bears [yes, there
were two] I saw Camels, Penguins, Monkeys, Flamingos, Seals, Crocodiles,
Tigers, an Arctic Fox and all manner of animals that I had never actually
seen in real life.  Only in books or on television.

I’ve no idea why I had yet to visit a Zoo before that day. Then again I’ve
never been to an Ikea store yet either.

I hopefully should be getting visitors soon which will be
epic, as the last visitor I had [Andrew James Murrock]
I’m sure had an amazing time here :] plus I kind of enjoy
people visiting and me showing them around and what
not. I get to play host as well, which is a plus, haha.

The main reason that this post took forever to write was not it’s
length as this was written in one sitting [which I apologise if the
writing style is odd, but hey] was the fact that this is the 200th
post on this blog. THAT’S RIGHT THE 200TH!!!

Awesome yeah?

And as of writing this post this blog has had 13,094 views. So that’s
65.8 views for every post. That’s figure has been rounded down and
also doesn’t include this post as that wouldn’t make sense. I’m quite
surprised that I managed to keep this thing going. Even though there
were quite a few gaps.

Because this was the 200th post I didn’t want to write just
anything which meant that things kind of kept building up
and building up leading to this mega-post. Over 1000 words
as it seems. Oh, one more thing before I go, recently I have
started using my
Vimeo account alot more and posted these
videos on it. I have [hopefully] embedded three examples
below, hope you like.

Calm from Richard Anthony Morris on Vimeo.

For The Bird from Richard Anthony Morris on Vimeo.

Couldn’t Resist Recording The Escalator from Richard Anthony Morris on Vimeo.

Laters.
Over And Out.

[funwithpolaroidsofpeoplewhoareawesome]

About two or three months ago whilst perusing the
overlooked boxes of the local charity I came across
a great little camera. A Polaroid Supercolour 635.
Basically a polaroid camera that takes the standard
600 film. Just in case you were unaware I had broken
my other Polaroid camera. [we dont talk about it]

So obviously I bought it. For about £3. Love it.

But I had to wait till I visited home earlier this
month because I hadn’t packed the film with me
and it is increasingly hard to get these days. So
whilst I was back I put some into my bag [to be
honest I should blog on my time back, oh well].

So, I had ten photographs left. I had the first one taken
whilst Andrew and I were in the Storm FM studio.
The second I took on Bangor Pier. And the third….

When you only have ten photos left in a camera
and with no idea where your next lot is coming
from or indeed if that next lot will ever come
about. You make sure the photos are worthwhile.

Title:
[fun with polaroids of people who are amazing]
Alt Titles:
[you’re so cool I’d waste a polaroid on you]
[you’re so cool, I’d actually waste a polaroid just have you in it]

[every road sign’s a reminder of exactly why we do this to begin with]

I am in a very strange place right now. Even
though that strange place is home.

Now that I live in Bangor that word has become less than
exclusive. I am able to call both Wales and England home,
and it feels very strange. I’m kind of finding it hard to
describe.

When I’m in one place it feels like I’m missing
out on opportunities in the other place. I call
both places home but also feel slightly estranged
from both. Which also makes me think as to
what I’m going to do when this Bangor based
adventure ends.

Do I stay in Bangor? If I do, I would have to find
somewhere else to live which I suppose wouldn’t
be amazingly difficult but at the same time. I would
have ‘done’ Bangor if that makes sense. I would of have
had the experience of it, which is probably a better
way to say it.

Do I return to my hometown? And if I do this,
I would probably have to think about actually finding
a career for the rest of my life and sort that out. But
to me that seems incredibly boring. Incredibly.

Or just disappear again. To pop back to hometown
after I have to move out of Bangor and within a couple
of months slip away again to another place/country.

The thing about this is that I have the worse
habit of not actually telling people that I’m
going away. And for some reason I can that
as being one of my character flaws. But on
the other side of that. I NEED to see the world.

I can’t just say to myself at twenty-two years old that
where I am is where I am going to be forever.

I just can’t.

I’m pretty sure I know which one of the three it’s going to
be. And I’m pretty sure you do too.

It’s not often that a primarily good person has to
make the choice between being selfish or not.
And picks the road that leads to selfishness.

But the truth is I haven’t really got anything tying me
down to anywhere. Oh the joys of beings me. It’s ok
to be envious just so’s you know.

[and these are the rules by which I play]

Ok so tonight has re-proved something that I
already knew, I should probably start the
story at the start.

I would describe myself as cheeky but with an underlying
sense or morals and decency that some would [and have]
define as being a gentlemen.

So this is why when a member of the opposite sex
is making a pass a few things need to taken into
consideration, the first is whether she has been
drinking and how much, if it is too much in
comparison to me, I would walk her to her friends
or walk her home to make sure she got back OK.

Secondly, you have to look into the eyes, it’s a strange thing
to just say as a sentence so I’ll put it into a scenario. I left
a local club called Time and on the walk home I put my music
in [it’s actually a two minute walk, but I love my music] and
without realising it I was singing the Simon & Garfunkel song
‘The Sound Of Silence’ and whilst walking noticed a shadow
walking astride mine. So I popped back the hood of my flatmates
jacket and saw a girl giving me a cute smile saying

“I really liked your singing by the way”

Without a hint of sarcasm [which is what you would have expected
had you heard my voice] and that when I noticed what was in her
eyes. It was what I usually have in mine which is a hint of
romantasism. I know it sounds strange but it is true.

And that’s why I said thank you for your compliment
and kindly made my way down my road, I don’t know
what it was but it was that hint in her eye that made
me think that she|

[ok as I’m writing this I’m finding it hard to put my thoughts
into words, which is annoying, so I’m leaving that part open
which sadly means that this part of the post is
non-conclusionary and for that I apologise]

What I must say though is that Mum must have
done a good job.

[wouldn’t be good enough for me, no]

I’ve been meaning to write this post for some
time now, and the thing is, ut’s not lack of
inspiration thats stopping me from writing,
it’s the fact that I needed to be able to convey
correctly.

But the fact that I was being so picky led to me
not saying anything. And not saying anything
can sometimes be worse than not saying anything
at all. Sometimes.

Well, here we are I have moved to Wales to live
with my friend Tabitha and four other people,
all of which I have gotten along with amazingly.

It has been so great these past few days, it all
seems new but at the same time familiar. Ah
well,  haha, at the moment I’m at a girly
sleepover. And it’s jokes, drinking games
unabound. So yeah, top fun.  :]

I actually had some higher hopes for this post
but can’t think of a great way to structure it,
So instead of saying nothing, I said something.

[bored but with 150 things to do]

So yeah, I should start packing for Wales, I’ve got
to make lists Mum says. As I have the habit of
forgetting the little things.

So I have this looming sense of urgency but at the
same time I have this overwhelming sense of
boredom. I should be getting things done but really
can’t be bothered to remove myself from my bed.

I’m in bed writing this. As an example.

I’m actually just gonna finish this up with saying that
tomorrow this all changes. I’ll pack clothes and stuff,
sort tickets and start the push ups. It’s all on the up.

Yepyep.

[because you give me options]

Ok, so it has been a while since my last post that
firstly celebrated the one year anniversary of this
blog and mentioned the birth of my new photo
blog [http://richardanthonymorris.wordpress.com].

Just so’s you know. This is a huge blog post compared
to my previous posts.

So for that reason It has been separated into two parts
the first part discusses my love for old books from the
countries and places I visit and what rules I have when
I am searching for an old book.

The second part discusses the options that have come
about as of late and what of these options I have available
to me [which is basically where the title of the post comes
from, it also comes partly from a Bloc Party lyric].

Because as first I wasn’t even going to mention the
book and so on. If you hadn’t guessed this little warning
was written after I had finished writing it all. I thought
it fair to warn.

So yeah, Part One:

Ireland was fun and I was able to get a book from
there too. For those who don’t know what it is I’m
on about. It is my way of a souvenir from any foreign
country [or principality] that I visit to get an old
book. But it can’t just be any old book. There are
rules, and these are;

Hardback
More than sixty years old

Annotated by somebody
Inscribed to somebody

Include a bookmark of some sorts
In the language of the country

A book must definitely fall into the first two rules
and has to abide by at least one of the second set
of rules but doesn’t necessarily have to abide by
the last two. Although the last rule is preferable.

It may seem like a ridiculously specific set of rules
to go with. But hey, they work and I managed to
get one from all but three of the foriegn countries I
have been to, there were reasons;

Barbados: I was about Fifteen and had a book with
me and the fact I had no spending money of my
own meant that I had no reason or ability to buy
a book. Also it was way before I started doing it

Spain: Again, this was way before I was actually
collecting old books from other countries. So I
just had fun instead.

Italy: This was actually after I had starting
collecting and acquiring old books. But I was
only there on a Saturday and a Sunday. And
most of my exploring occurred on the Sunday,
where most of the shops were closed.

But in Ireland I did manage to get an old book
for my collection as I mentioned before. The
book is:

The Complete Concordance to Shakespeare
By Mrs Cowden Clarke

And as I also mentioned it follows certain rules:

Hardback [The book is Hardback although not in the best condition]
More than sixty years old [An inscription on the inside reads the date ’11th March 1864]

Annotated by somebody [A student has made notes in pencil throughout]
Inscribed to somebody [Yes, that’s how I know how old it is ‘at least’]

Include a bookmark of some sorts [The student included portraits of the authoress as part of his/her work]
In the language of the country [It’s in English which is the current language of Ireland]

So yeah I like old books, and now we move on to part two of
this post and the actually reason why it has the title that it
does.’Because you give me options’ has nothing to do with old
books and travelling.

Right as has been mentioned in this blog beforehand I am
currently unemployed wistfully wasting my days with
little adventures like getting drunk and reading. Obviously
not at the same time.Although that isn’t impossible. And
it has now come to point where I have about three or four
options in front of me [see, that’s where the title comes from]
and I’m at the point where all are possible. A sort of multi-
faceted fork in the road. I could:

Move to Bangor in Wales with my good friend Tabitha. And
have a job there pretty much waiting for me. Which will allow me
to pay rent and live comfortably. Although Wales is a nine hour
coach ride or five hour drive away from most of my friends.
Although this doesn’t bother me. I don’t think I’ll be getting many
visits.

Work as a cruise ship photographer. I recently received an
email inviting me to an open group interview. Now working
on a cruise ship would mean that I would be off land for 6-8
months at a time. Again this would be taking my away from
the known as it were. But as with moving to Wales it would
be something different.

Getting a job as a Canon representative. Which would
basically mean that I would be going from shop to shop and
demonstrating different Canon equipment to customers. A
job I feel I would find extremely easy. I have been given the
phone number by the current representative who is resigning.
All I have to do is call and I would get an interview at least.
Now this is where this option break of into two different parts
of it’s own. With this job, would bring money. Wherein, I could
either stay living at home with my mum and my little brother
or I could use the money and move into a housee with my friends
Steve and Mark in Bromley, which would aslo be pretty cool.

Do nothing, and see what else life throws this way. To be
honest this isn’t even being considered as an option. It’s a stupid
idea.To be totally honest the most appealing one of these options
is the moving to Bangor in Wales option. Hence why I mentioned
it first.

You see, I don’t post for a week and then bam, And I’ve
over 1000 wordsworth to say [oh and I just made the word
wordsworth up, I kinda like it].