Can Anybody Tell Me What To Do?

Today is Friday. Well, for me it is anyway. Maybe in some area in the world it still may be Thursday, or even levelled up to Saturday. But for me, it is a Friday.

So, what is so significant about this Friday?

Nothing really.

Well, not for me.

For others, for example a handful of my friends, it's their last chance for them to prepare themselves on their journey to their university. But then again, some may have already gone to their educational destination, while others have to wait longer until they can move in to their accommodation.

Nevertheless, its the last days of preparation until the day that university starts. And I'm nearly ready. I have my student railcard (that doubles up as a discount card) thanks to NatWest. According to Student Finance, my course is ready to be paid for. And luckily for me, that is nearly it. Have to get some things, yeah. But then again, compared to what other people need to get, I'm sorted, thanks to the fact that I'm living at home. And that'll save me money in the long run. Even if I travel on the train everyday, I'd still be spending roughly half as much as someone who'll be paying for accommodation and food. That's the advantages of living at home. =].

In other news now, and I have decided that I would like to be in three different bands.

Why three? Well, to cut a long story short, I can 'play' three instruments. The bass guitar, the guitar and the drums. Okay, most guitarists can move to the bass guitar with relative ease, but the bass was my first instrument I learned (if you ignore the fact that I learned bass songs on my sister's acoustic guitar as I waited for Christmas for a bass).

But, for some reason, the first instrument I played on in front of a crowd (ie, more than twenty people) was the drums during the school Eisteddfod (yeah, the one where I lost a drumstick halfway through the song). I have no idea how or why that was the case. Well, that was a bit of a lie, I know why it was the case, since the drummer who was supposed to play couldn't do it for some reason (I forgotten the reason), and they asked me to go from playing the bass to playing the drums for the song, and they got a new 'bassist' instead.

It has only been recently that I've played bass in front of people, during Jam Night up in the Bush Inn somewhere in Church Village or wherever it is (someone correct me on this. =]). The most recent one was last night, when we played a five-song set. Certainly that was the longest I've played, even though it was a mere half an hour (roughly). But I made so many howlers during that setlist (I feel odd calling it a setlist for some reason...) compared to the two times I played drums in front of people. But I guess the numerous cock-ups will lessen as I improve my playing. And I'm guessing that'll take a long time.

To be fair, I know my guitar playing is well below par. I mean, it has only been recently that I could manage to play the C major chord. I thought it was supposed to be one of the easiest chords to play, and I found it hard. I still do. And don't get me started on barre chords. I am shite at them tenfold. So why do I want to be in a band as a guitarist? Well, I'm not sure to be honest with you, maybe as a rhythm guitarist?...

But yeah, I'd like to start (or be involved with) three bands with three different instruments, but in different genres too. Not sure what genre to what instrument though. I'll have to work on that.

But alas. I shall release your eyes from the hypnosis, known to many as my blog, and allow you to carry on with your day. I will keep you up to date once I begin university.

=].

- FIN the motherFINer, FIN the motherFINer, FIN the motherFINer, he's a FINing motherFINer. (No idea what I'm on about? Clicky clicky here). =].

Misconception

Yey, I spelled a long word.

So yeah, it seems like my last post is a catalyst in all but name... and meaning. But meh.

Yesterday, a word that would win you a round in Countdown, saw the dawn of a new age for me. Yes, my drums arrived. I would stick a photo up of them here for your eyes to gaze upon, but then again, you'll probably just look at it and think Jees Ga, it's just a drum kit... so to compensate, here is another image for your eyes to absorb...






Yes, I do go on that site nearly everyday...

Anyways, considering I ordered the drums last Thursday, it took three working days to get here (they said it might take between three to seven working days). Not bad for the Germans, eh? I forgot to name the drum kit I ordered. It's the Millennium MPS-600 Kit. Three cymbals (one of them works as the hi-hat), one ride cymbal, four toms, a snare and a bass pad. Yeah. I also bought the double bass pedal, which is lucky since the bass pedal that came with the kit isn't the best one. Anyways, it's a decent kit, well worth the 650 euros (the drums bundle themselves were 555 euros and the double bass pedal was 95 euros). Yeah... sorry if that's not in your interests...

In other, more thought provoking lines, I saw a television advert. That wasn't the thought provoking thing, but what it had on it, was the thing. On the advert, or whatever it was, there was a question on it. What's your angle?, Okay, it was a fishing reference, but it got me thinking. What's my angle, my purpose in things, in life? Yeah, I do think too much, don't I?

Since it's going on for eight now, I shall break it down a bit now (Ahem... SoundCloud... =]...).

First of, in life. One, I'm an eighteen year old man-boy thing, who is most probably on the anti-social side of the spectrum. No job. No real prospects as of yet. No real talents that amazes others. So on the basics, I'm on the wrong angle. But yeah, at least I'll be sober enough to see my life out and have a clear mind on all decisions I take. Think what you will, but I think that's a positive. Not smoking's another one... I'll be honest I've just completely forgotten what I was going to write, so I shall stop here and allow the thoughts to arrive back on another day.

I will leave you now. I'm going to have a bang on me drums. =].

- FIN the FINing FINners...

Holiday

Oh. Hi there.

It's been a while since my last post. But then again, I have not had the pleasure of having anything to type about. I still don't. But then again, it's me. So yeah, have fun reading this. =].

It's the holidays now for me. Well, it has been ever since I failed PH5 on the last Tuesday of June. I'll be really surprised if I get a better mark in Physics than I do in Chemistry. But then again, I'll be ecstatic if I actually get anything higher than a C in anything.

Anyways, it's the time of year when people go out to other places in the world because they finished writing on examination papers for now (or forever, depending on what course they're doing in Uni, or if they aren't going to Uni). And, you might have guessed, I'm going to Majorca in three weeks. Ah, I could never lie to you, even though I just tried to. No, I'm going to stay in my house until it's time for me to get my results, and then stay inside again until I either have to go to Uni, or if I manage to do something else. Yes, I am very hardcore.

But as other people spend their money on holidays and memories to remember in their old age, I've bought myself a drum kit. Yeah. Would saying 'beat that' count as a pun? I don't know, but I do know this counts as a pun...




Yeah, that's very funny... very funny...

Anyrimshot, I have bought myself a drum kit. It's an electric drum kit. I also bought myself a double bass pedal to replace the pedal that comes with the drum kit, 'cause I iz brootalz lyk dat, bruv. No, it's because I would like to evolve my usage of double bass drummage to the max. Or, at least to an acceptable level of bangage. You get me?

I shall continue, in a manner that is only topped by my lack of confidence in dance.

So the final of the Wold Cup is upon us, and the bastard Germans aren't in the final. You scored four goals against both England and Argentina, and you couldn't score a goal against a side who has had a player voted 'sexiest man in the World Cup'? Man, that's like Michael Schumacher losing to Katie Price in Formula One. Yes, I'm comparing Spain to Katie Price. Why? Because if they don't get their own way, they're moan about it until they do get their own way. And they're both false. Yeah, don't judge me. At least the Dutch are in the final. Finally, we've got an orange team in the final. Mozeltoff. Ah well, at least Argentina aren't there...

Oh, that reminds me. You know the psychic octopus that has "predicted" that Spain will win... so what he got 80% of the matches right, how many matches has there been? About thirty-odd? Shouldn't there be some sort of experiment that had over a hundred matches or something, and get the octopus to 'predict' who'll win. I bet you it'll be closer to 50-50. I mean, come on. There's a two in one chance that the octopus will be right. It would've been more impressive if the eight legged oracle guessed who'd be in the final before the tournament even began. But come on, if you believe that octopus is actually psychic, you need a psychiatrist...

Oh, and the mindless drivel continues. And if you are one of these people who are religious and can't have an opinion of your own, you should skip this part. It might turn ugly...

In all seriousness now, what is the point in full-blown religion? I mean, look at it. There's been wars over it. Millions have died because of what they believe in and all that, but yet everyone is supposed to be treated as equals. Where's the equality in killing someone that believes something that you don't? My cousin might believe in the tooth fairy, I do not. I'm not going to kill her for it, am I? Well, not today.

I don;t know about you, but I've always thought that every religion came from one single faith. I might get my facts wrong here, so you may correct me at any point, but be big headed in the facts and I'll ignore you. Happy days.

I've always thought, that in the days where Romans made roads and people being nailed to two-by-fours was the national sport, the Jews roamed the land. Then after a while some dude named Jesus Christ entered the scene, had an epiphany (or whatever happens to people wearing sandals all day) and created Christianism (yes, I've actually forgotten the name of their religion...). Then some other people turned up on the scene, and respectively created other religions. But, if this is true, why are there so much arguments and so many people looking down their noses at people who don't believe the same as they do, when they all believe in the same God?...

Just had an odd thought in my head. God is supposed to be this 'perfect entity', isn't he? Someone who can do no wrong? So, why do people fear him? Yes, he made humans (I don't believe this, I'm just using what religion believes to argue my side). And when humans make things, we want to be in command (for instance, in command of robots and digital technology). We have even been command of our own race (ie slavery). So if this is wrong, to be in command, to bully other beings to do our bidding... would God do the same, as he 'made' the human race? Another thing. One of the ten commandments is, I believe, about not idolizing statues of God (correct me if I'm wrong). But, as humans were supposed to be made with God's image or something like that, doesn't that mean any statue that is made is in turn both idolizing the image of the subject of the statue and also God him/herself?

Yeah, I read too deep into things sometimes. And please don't go all Achmed on me. This is what I believe in. You're reading this (well, no-one really is, but if you are...), you can close the browser at anytime... but you made it this far... so yeah...





Whoa, I'll stop now. And to lift your spirits a bit, here's Rufus Hound doing some improvisation on Thank God You're Here... enjoy.



- FIN FIN FIN FIN FIN face FIN FIN FIN FIN face...