Boredom (in) Bristol

Boredom and Bristol both start with the same alaphabet. im starting to think it isint just coincidence. Everything here closes at 8 besides the pubs and the strip clubs which i have yet to find and thus visit just for "experience" sake. and dont get hyped up about the "open and liberal" society that i am currently living in. the only thing open about them are the female's legs and the guys bottles.(not meant as a sexual innuendo but now that i think about it...) and they are liberal to the extent that they liberally do not like foreigners who arent tourists. they only speak to you so they can hear you speak english the way you've been taught and not english english which is in itself something totally not akin to english. paradoxical and ironical englishmen. the weather here is lovely though. its either windy or raininy or gloomy with small random bursts of sunshine for good measure. take your pick. and the people im with here arent friends. they are people i live with and socialize with in order to create a harmonious enviroment which is advantageous for studying. plus they cook and i dont. a real friend is someone who knows me inside out. a real friend is someone who would have my back(in a non gay way) even though i was wrong( and even take the effort to point out my flaws so i can improve on them but still accept me for who i am, flaws and all). a friend is someone who would call you at around 12 am so we can go for teh tarik in a mamak(which is non existant on this fucking island) or spend mindless hours playing some damn game in some damn cybercafe. a friend is someone who would just come out and chill with you, have a fag, engage in mindless banter on the short comings of humanity, the opposite sex who taunt us ever so often and lead us on the road for the big let down and mock gay culture. a friend is someone who would put up with your nonsensical drunken blabbering about how amazonian warriors have no right tit and still laugh along with you even if you dont know what you're laughing about in the first place because you just consumed 21 seconds of whisky from the bottle. a friend would drag your sleepy ass out of bed so you can company him for PJ nasi lemak. a friend drives you around(with you paying for the petrol and food contributions as well) because you're have a phobia about driving.a friend is someone who has an iq higher than your other friend with a less iq introduces you to a hot nympho chick who u really wanted to bone but instead engaged in a deep and meaningful conversation about life and discovered you have the same birthday and as you leave her appartment you realize you're leaving tomorrow and you should have met her sooner not just for a fuck but to talk and be glad to have meet a like minded kindred spirt to talk to and a fuck would just be a bonus. a friend buys you the jacket that you're using now. a friend would talk to you over the internet which keeps the misery and homesickness and boredom away. a friend is what im missing over here in Bristol. in short, i hate this place and i want to go home. if you havent already realized that im a really whiney ass dick(haha...ass and dick) then you shoulndt be reading this blog in the first place.