Give Me Your Heart And Your Soul

G'morning.

Today, is not only a Tuesday, but the day of a new template for my blog. I didn't do it (more's the pity), but yeah, I'll keep using it for a fair while. Y'like?

So, what's been up since the last post. Nothing really. Apart from being really ill for the past couple o' days. Feeling much better now though, thanks for asking. Also, tonight's the night of my friend, Kayleigh's eighteenth birthday party. Hopefully I'll get some unknown factor the make me well within the next couple of hours for me to go. Yeah, that's news, eh? Hehe.

Anyroad. apart from that, nawt else happened really. It's half term, so the only company I've got is Jeremy Kyle and a laptop. Wey.




Jeez... it's a short one today....

Actually yeah, it shall be a short'un.

Well, at least I haven't written an essay on why we should bury batteries when they die...

- Finipov.

One Down...

Well hello. Haven't seen you around here. You new?

Of course not... or if you are actually someone that I've never met and it's your first time to glance at my musings... then hello there. But, since it's a Sunday, no chance of that happening.

And for most of that intro, I've had David Mitchell's voice saying it. Damn, I've wathced too many Peep Show's in a matter of days...

Thank fuck for Channel 4 On Demand...

Anyways, enough of the three full stops in a row.

For (not) the first time ever, Movie Maker is being an arse to me. The new one (Windows Live Movie Maker) not only doesn't work, but made my screen turn blue - which nicely told me, in a roundabout way, that the computer's fucked - and then decided to restart. Bloody hell. But lo and behold, I've still got the normal Movie Maker.

But, not only that, for some bizzare reason, you cannot use MP4 files in it. It's like an industry standard, I thaught. I know that MPEG's are native(ish) to Windows, while AVI's and the like are native to the Mac. Ah well, I've got to wait a bit to do Burt's video of the Physics lesson of the dancing flames (link there for people who didn't know Burt had a blog). Actually, I do have a MPEG file of it, but with no audio. Movie Maker's fucking with me, and by the looks of things, I'm the one that's bent over and tied to a lamppost dressed like someone from Rocky Horror Picture Show. Happy days.

Elsewhere, and is linked to the last section, I tried to download a demo of Adobe Premiere Elements 8. That also placed a horrible feeling of shame and misfortune in both my heart and my laptop's hard drive. Man, if only I had After Effects working... or at all.

But, word to the wise, if you need a good video editing software, don't get Premiere Elements, get After Effects or Premiere Pro. Anyways.

A sense of achievement, disbelieve and bone-shattering patheticness has also been presented to me. All three, opened by the drumkit from Guitar Hero World Tour. Yesterday, whilst playing on the newest one (Guitar Hero 5, to you and me... and your teddy bear... don't deny it, I know you have one), I decided to go on Expert, to play some of the less-hard Expert songs (y'know, the ones that are slightly harder than the hardest songs on Hard, which I cannot do most of them). So what was the song?

I chose Muse's Plug In Baby.

And, for the first time... I've FC'd it. I've fully completed (meaning hit all the notes without overhitting or losing the combo) an expert song on drums. Now that deserves three rounds of two hips and a horrey soon after, don't you think? So yeah, achievement because I've finally cracked an FC on drums on Expert. Disbelieve because I (still) cannot believe I've done it. And the patheticness is that it's only a stupid computer game. It's nothing to brag about, right? I'm just basically saying that I can keep in time with some notes that are scrolling down towards me. Nothing special.

And that, is kinda how I think about real drums. I mean, like I've started actually playing the real drums a couple o' months back. But I kinda feel that some people (maybe all) see me on the drums and think "look at him, just because he can do some songs on the drums on Guitar Hero, doesn't mean he can play real drums" or something along those lines. Ah well, as long as they don't think that the only reason I started cricket was because I played on Brian Lara Cricket for three hours a day. Because that would be wrong. It was because I was interested in how Shane Warne and Ashley Giles spun the ball so goodly.

Ah well, if in doubt, have it off with a kestril.

Half term's coming. The first holiday that will hopefully be less shaite than any other. This time, I might actually do something. Some of the boys might do a snooker tournament, and I'll end up probably losing all the matches. Man, I suck at that game. Maybe it's because I feel awkward staring at balls on the table. Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner. Such is life.

So the moral of this post... never play with strangers.

If you can see where this message is in this post... then you're reading a different post.

- Fin. And Then Some.

Enter Sandman.

This isn't a post of any significance really. It's like ten to midnight, and I should be getting to sleep soon.

Luckily, it's a Friday, and I don't have to wake up early for school tomorrow.

Mozzeltoff.

So, as I type up this post, BBC2's unleashing its boredom onto me. And I'm passing on my boredom to you. Ah, c'est la vie...

So yeah, there's been a few parties that I've had the fortune to miss and the misfortune to listen to how 'epic that nite waz'. By the by, most likely if I type in that textspeak and talk about partying... eleven times out of seven, it won't be me. Anykestril, as I typed (or said, whatever tickles your pickle), I've missed all of them. Woo. One person keeps nagging me about why. Maybe, just maybe, that there can be some people on this world who don't find slowly killing yourself while at the same time making a total arse of yourself not as orgasm-creating as others do. Also, how does the fact that I don't drink lower the chances of - and I quote - 'you getting vagina?'... So apparently, you have to get pissed to begin a relationship, it doesn't matter if the opposite sex likes you or not.... Ah, how pathetic that arguement is... and that's a mini-rant. Or Mint... if you will.

Talking about mints... I baught two packs o' SoftMints today. Well good.

So yeah, again my plague of writing songs too similar to well known songs has happened. I think I've said about the one that sounds like Hysteria by Muse. Now I've made one that sounds like the song I'm recording for Music Technology (that's Today by Smashing Pumpkins). Damn this brain.

But hey, I believe my bass skillage's improving. I can now play a handful of bass songs by Muse. Woop woop and an extra dosage of wehey for the road. The most recent song I've learned is Supermassive Black Hole. Yeah, it's not hard... comparing to other bass songs... but who cares? I'm getting better... I hope. =].

I really can't think of anything really.

Apart from kestrils.

No idea why.

I've got kestrils on the brain.

Ah well, must dash... I'm yawning like someone who yawns alot.

Oh, imaginative way to finish your post, Ga... What's next?

Er.... this...

-Finissimo.

Perfection Needs A Touch Of Madness.

...Unfortunately, I'm not mad enough. Ah well.

So, five days since my last post. Oh, how words of profanity will be muttered at my blog. Whatever that's supposed to mean, I'll leave that to your mind...

Well, what has happened in the past few days?

I shall tell you....





Fuck all, that's what.


Nah, I kid. I kid.

But nothing really happened, so was I kidding about nothing happening, or was I kidding about kidding about nothing happening? I'll let that stew in your brain for a second, Done? Good. Onwards and downwards (since, y'know... you scroll down to read a blog, eh?....).

Tuesday weren't bad, like. I have to record the drums again because the first Fostex (the multitrack recorder) broke, but then I recorded both acoustic guitar and the bass, so I'm more or less half way there, and with the added help from other people to record the harp, the piano and the vocals... all I need now is a violinist... or something like that. Not bad.

Nothing real major happened, apart from my EMA coming through. Fuck aye.

Not only that, I am getting the bass guitar for my birthday. THREE HUZZA'S AND A PACKET OF JAMMIE DODGERS FOR EVERYONE! Yeah, I got it from eBay, but to be fair, it's like-new anyways. Woop.

And, y'know that poem I have to make music to? Well it's changed once again. All thanks to Muse, this time. Y'know the song Hysteria? It reminds me of that. Rather annoying, since it does have a close resemblance to Muse's hit. So I'm slightly buggered-with-a-extra-dose-of-shaite then. Great.

Oh yeah, and to add to that, X-Factor's gone all vote-for-me-or-I'll-eat-your-gran's-heating-system on us. And, I only saw a third of one person's performance. The dude with a wicked afro, he was singing T-Rex's Get It On, and to be fair, he was good. The background music was shaite. They tried to balls up the song, and failed. Miserably.

Ah well. That was the few insights of the past few days. Never realised how many times I could actually have the word few in a paragraph. I guess there would be a few more. Maybe. Anyways. Ah, only three few's after all... well, technically four, since I said 'three few's', meaning the three few's I said and the extra few after... now it's more than four few's... it's like eight few's...

Shite... nine of the little blighters... who'd thaught it?

Ah yeah, forgotted about somet'ing.

This...



It's a web design. It's the most colourfullest one I've done so far.

So yeah, tell's me what ya t'ink if you feel like sharing your opinions, bruv.

And, before I go...

What do you think of the new Doctor Who logo?


- Fin.

This Is My Disease...

I should begin with a congratulatory... er, congratulations.... if that's possible.

You are reading... my fiftieth blog post.

This pretty much solidifies the fact that I do have less of a life than someone that has the same characteristics as me but less of them.

So, how does it feel?

Well, it's not a good week so far.

Why?

Frankie Boyle, has left Mock The Week.

*engages shocked face*.

Ah well, no more rasist Scottish dude... maybe there'll be a Welshie person now... oh yeah the new series will be in January (I believe), which is sooner than it should... Woop.

Ah well, someone else shall be the possessor of the racist door.

In other news... Music Technology's going (hopefully) well. If only the Fostex (the multitrack recorder that the school has... unfortunately) didn't break with feeble ease. I mean, pressing the on button once, and it breaks? What's up with that? Ah well, pretty well began with all three tracks. Got's myself a vocal line for the poem, though nothing else so far. The ideas I have change with nearly every song I hear. Example, I hear a Rise Against song... and I have an idea, then the next song, say by Muse, and I forget the first idea and get a new one. This has happened frequently ever since the vocals have been thaught out (which are based upon a Rise Against song). Ah well.

Recordin-wise, so far only recorded the drums. Since there's a double lesson tomorrow, I might be able to add either the electric guitar or the bass. Then the Blondie song's halfway through doing. Only problem I can find is the fact that I haven't got the sounds on that song on my laptop... ah I'll find a way.

Chemistry and Physics have recently picked up, for some reason. We had a test in Chemistry this morning, and I found it alright (considering I only have a basic grasp on the work we're going through now). Same with Physics too, apart that we have had not had a test... that I know of...

Er... just watched a scene on Coronation Street (yeah, sad I know)... nad had another 'shit...' moment. Ah well, anyone got an idea how to get rid of these thaughts?

So yeah... that nearly concludes the fiftieth post... roll on the seventy-fifth... hopefully that won't be before Christmas. If it happens, then you may hack into my account, and change the name of this blog to something about kestrils.

Ah well.

Before I go...



Got to love Rise Against.

- Fin... DOT COM.

I'm Not Stupid, I'm Not Smart, It's Like I'm Not Even There At All.

That, is me all over.

To be fair, that song is me all over. The song's 'You're Too Cool' by Gob, by the by. And apparently they're recording a new album soon. Oh yeah, I'm in virtual happiness. Not only the albums from Muse, Paramore and Pearl Jam came out this month, but another Gob album too. FUCKAYE. All that's needed is Rise Against to bring out an 'Unplugged' album and that'll make this year a good'un music wise.

Apart from the Black Eyed Peas song... the one with the words I'm so three thousand and eight, your so two thousand and late... oh na.... oh na.... I feel real sorry for the person who wrote that...

Anyways, how's it going?

Today's been... lets just say... a meh day. A day with two different halfs of the same coin. If that makes sense. And it followed the good, the bad and the ugly setting... but in reverse.

First, the ugly.... and I know you're expecting a photo of me, but the camera broke... so yeah. All I'll say is atoms for this...

Secondly, the bad... dinnertime, I was in a slightly pissed off mood (since the ugly setting happened), so I plodded up to Music Tech, where in the earlier lesson we moved the acoustic drums into the designated room for Music Tech (which is actually used for bass lessons). I just stayed in all dinnertime, and trying to play along with some songs on my iPod. The only things I know on drums are purely because of Guitar Hero.

Needless to say, I was bad. Because I couldn't hear the music properly (and because I misjudged the timings), I was all over the place tempo wise. But I soldiered on (well, it was a way of blocking out the silence in my life....sorry, went all Bill Bailey on your arse there) and managed to do rather feeble covers of some songs. The one I'm happiest about it Re-Education (Through Labor). Fuck yes. Guitar Hero finally helps people. Woo.

Lastly, the good... I will be getting either a new bass or guitar for my eighteenth birthday. Oh yes.

It's not going to be an expensive one, and by that I mean you can have basses that set you back well over three thousand smackers. Y'know the bass I want... it's a Thunderbird IV Goth. I don't know the difference between the normal Thunderbird IV and its Goth counterpart, apart from cost. Ah well, it's only a bass. It's not like people'll hear it, eh?

So yeah, a mixed bag today. Rather dreading tomorrow also. And I misspelled also about three times in that time.

Meh, this shall be the end of tonight's blog.

Maybe the next one'll be an amazing one, filled with twists, turns and scotch eggs.

Well, maybe no twists...

G'bye.

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