Every Little Thing Is Gonna Be Alright.

Sorry. I must begin with this...

May I present to you, Alright, by Skindred...



Sorry, I had to. Such an amazing song. It's bands and songs like these that make you want to make a band just to try to create the eargasm such as they created. Either that, or the thought of you not being able to create that double rainbow of a song. Meh...

Anyways, that had to start with that. It's going downhill from here.


If you didn't know, I have three older sisters. This blog is about two thirds of them.

If you didn't know already, Rosie and Lowri (who I shall call MkII and MkIII respectively throughout my blogging life, and just to be fair, MkI is Emily, the oldest sister) are religious.

Yes.

You read that right, reader.

Religious.

I'm not here to belittle any religion, nor am I here to support any. The mere fact of this surprise statement is that I (along with my sister) were brought up in a rather atheist household. We had no God to worship. No religious guidelines to live our lives through. It's only since MkII and MkIII met their now boyfriends (otherwise known as BfII and BfIII) that they have turned to religion. Both have entered into relationships with Christian men.

And, for some reason, it seems to me that they have competitions on how Christian they are...

What do I mean? Well, quoting bible passages is the main one (I'm sorry, but I cannot give any examples), but recently a new competition has arisen...

The competition on who can get most excited about getting themselves baptised.

Yes, they both want to get baptised. It makes no sense to me if I'm completely honest. But I've only now just realised that I have other family members who are Christian, mainly my cousin and her family. so if she (or her family members) read this, please don't take offence (well, this could be a plea to any Christian who reads this, on the off-chance that there is anyone reading this). But needless to say, like my endless stupidity, I shall continue...

As you might have guessed, I do not believe in the same God as any of the main religions. Saying that, I do not consider myself religious. Just because I believe that there could be a God somewhere does not mean that I worship him/her. I'm a science person, someone who can understand scientific discoveries, be that for good or not. Such as the Big Bang. There's a theory (I believe, either it's a theory, actual fact or something I just made up) that the reason for the Big Bang is the pressure (or heat, or something like that) between the dust, small molecules and crap was too much. This resulted in a - you guessed it - a massive bang, renamed the Big Bang 'cause they thought it would sell more books that way.

But, what made that happen, if nothing existed before the Big Bang?

Maybe there was a God, and he/she placed all the resources needed for life and did something to create the Big Bang. Maybe he sacrificed him/herself to create the bang and thus, creating life. Or maybe he/she lit a fart and thus creating the bang.

Well, that is assuming that there is a God.

If there is no God (and a few of my friends would agree that there is no God), then what made the bang? Was it too much pressure? Too much heat? Too many failed attempts at a Rubix cube?...

I've just realised how off the road I've gone. I was going to have a mini-rant (mint, if you will) about how my sisters had Christian contests. And I've ended up talking about God and such. What made me go off the road so far?

Ah well. I'm not sure I want to go to either of my sisters' baptism. It doesn't seem like them. It kind of feels like their only doing it to please their boyfriends and their possible future in-laws. Oh, how my sisters would kill me if they read that.

But to be fair, I don't think that if I had a religious girlfriend (I know, imagine me with a girlfriend... never going to happen...), I don't think I'd have a baptism seven months down the line. Sure, I'd respect her thoughts, feelings and other stuff. But I can see a problem with having a girlfriend who believes in different things to me. There'd be arguments and the like. So, yeah... what am I on about now? God, this is worse than my Twitter account recently...

Ah well, Y'know what they say...

Every little thing is going to be alright...

- Na na na na na na na na, na na na na na na na na BATFIN.

Red Flag

If you're thinking Yey, he's got a title for his blog from a Billy Talent song... Yeah, I didn't. I just glanced at my door, where I have, hanging with pride and honesty, my Welsh flag. But I couldn't call it Red, White and Green Flag 'cause that would be a stupid title (Ahem...). And if I called it Welsh Flag you might assume that this would be a an overly-patriotic post on how Wales is being crippled by the British 'empire' and how we should rise up and be thankful of our Welsh language.

Yeah, I think I've lost some of you already.

I shall continue, if I still have you, that is. Heh, reminds me of my first date, that...

Anywho, I've actually started this post because I read a blog which overused the word 'ass'. Yes, it's a rant post.

Maybe it's because I live in Wales (or the United Kingdom... yeah, it's not really that united, isn't it?...), but I take the word 'ass', and instantly think 'donkey'.

Why? Because it does mean donkey.

If you want to say your bum, your buttocks, it's ARSE. See? ARSE. Bugger the fact that the spelling thing that I have on my internet browser says that it's spelled wrong. It's not. Why? Because. Yeah, you just got told. Booya.

Another thing that got me thinking was a Family Guy episode yesterday. Y'know, the one where Brian's ex was marrying a guy? Well, he says in it "I could care less". That hit me there, right there (if you can't see me through this blog, I'm pointing at my left leg). I shall refer to David Mitchell for my reasonings...



Maybe I shouldn't use a comedian person thing to argue my point. But I have. So yeah. Hi there.

I have ranted a bit here. I shall rant some more. This time, on cocks.

Yes, I live in a house. A terraced house. The problem? The neighbours on both sides are cocks (and you thought I was going to talk about cockfighting...).

Allow me to elaborate...

To the left of my house (if you were outside my front door, facing the house), there is a family. They aren't bad, apart from the father. He seems like the type of person who if you don't do what he wants, he'll do it anyway. Do it without even thinking. This happened recently. He asked my father to chop down the trees behind the house. My father said okay, in a minute. But, a few moments later, I hear my mother cry (as in shout out loud, not sobsobsob). She saw the man next door starting to hack the trees randomly. Not good. But, unlike the other neighbour, he apologised and helped out to fix it.

The right neighbour (well, the bitch neighbour from hell) is just interested in short-term gain. Why do I think that? Well, considering that she had her loft converted illegally and the fact she took down a fence thing that held up a fire escape and now that if a fire was to start in my house then nobody could go through that way. Shit, that was a long sentence. But yeah. If there was a fire downstairs right now, we would not be able to use one way out since the floor thing that's there would break and we'll break a leg or our sense of well-being. And today, she cut the hedge that is inbetween us, but she's cut the hedge on our side also. And adding the whole 'her daughter smokes and chucks all the butts on our roof' thing, then yeah...

To be honest, I have no idea why I wrote all that. So, to compensate, here's a picture of Pikachu...



So, with that bombshell...

Goodbye.

- Father FIN.

The Importance Of Being Idle.

I'll be honest with you, I'm in no fit mood to think of anything imaginative now. But fuck it, it's another way to avoid revision. Nearly typed in religion... same thing really.

First, revision. I've kind of come at the same point in my exam life as I was during my GSCE's and, well... pretty much every exam I've sat. I read, nothing goes in. This makes me feel like I've got nothing to do, so I do something to kill the time for an hour or two before I try to revise again. Yet again I fail to embed the knowledge that is required for the exam into my brain, so once again I fill the void of time with browsing the web and on the stringed instruments of despair. Why despair? Well, if I carry on like this (and, our survey says it's a possibility that it will), all I'd be doing during the time between my final exam and the results day is worrying. Worrying if I had the right results. Worrying if I've managed to impress the people who run the Uni course I've applied to enough that they'll take me in regardless on how shite I've dumped on the exam paper. And yet, even though I know all of this will happen three minutes after I hand my final examination paper to the teacher, I know all this will be in my head, and what am I doing? Am I forcing CH4 and PH4 in me? No, I'm doing this post. What hope is there for me?

Talking about hope, one thing I hope for is that I impress PromoCymru enough that they'll start paying me for being Wicid's Sub-Editor. It's a long shot, and even if they do pay me for being sub-editor, it won't be a lot. But then again, something is better than nothing, eh?

Shite, that reminds me. Not the thing I just said in the past paragraph, no. Yeah, the Football World Cup's on. A bunch of failed actors having a competition to see who can act the best. In that case, Argentina, Portugal or Spain will win it hands down, or maybe Italy. God, I hope they don't win. Why can't Ghana or Cameroon win? Eh? Or Holland. Now, that's a team who should win. Man, I have a weird way of looking at teams, eh?

But yeah, while some people are going "Anyone but England", I'm thinking "Anyone but England, Italy, Spain, Portugal or Argentina". Don't ask why, mind.

But, to be fair, fuck the Football world cup. The Rugby one's much better. Not because Wales is better in rugby than football, but I think rugby's a better sport than football... that is all.

And another thing. I can't remember the other thing I was going to expand on, but I forgotted...

Er....

I can only think of finishing this now...

So...

- To FIN, or not to FIN. That, is a takeoff from Hamlett...

Hate This And I'll Love You.

I've got another confession to make. I'm your fool. Everyone's got their chains to break, holding you...

Yeah, Foo Fighters are good, yo.

Anyways, I'd thought I'd do a post. It's been ages since the last one. I did start one on the election, but I lost it. =].

But yeah. Next week's the final week (possibly) of my secondary education. Half of me is relieved, the other petrified. On one hand, I'm relieved that I won't be trapped in a cage filled with overbored kids who only recently discovered that they can open doors. Though, In a matter of days, I'm not going to have a a proper schedule for the day. I'm used to the 'wake up, get changed, go to school, learn things in school, catch bus home' schedule, and yeah. I'll also end up a loner, but that's a given. Hopefully I'll get into University, but my hope of getting B-B-C is looking grimer by the moment. Hopefully I'll scrape a B in Music Tech, but a B and a C in Physics and Chemistry? Fuck, not looking good...

In other news, I'm pregnant. Yes, that's right, I'm pregnant. And it's yours...

Oh, how I fooled you good and proper.

Nah, well anyways.

In other news, I have a new desire to learn to play the harmonica. Even though I had one when I was younger, but I never took it seriously. But now, it just seems like the next obvious step, kind of. But meh, I'll turn into a Jack of all trade, but master of fuck all. =].

And, and, and, and, and, and, and... yeah.

This is a really pointless thing. Sorry brethren. =].

Fuck it, if I think of anything else to write later, I'll add to this.

Hang on, does this mean I'm starting to have a life? I think, not...

- Don't worry, about a FIN.

Heaven Smiles Above Me

Ten minutes ago, I was on Lowri's acoustic. And, for some reason, I started playing a chord, and singing the line I don't want to have a girlfriend. Don't ask why. I just did. Then started singing Anyway You Want It to a song that I wrote a while back, then came across a new thing that I shall stick in a song. And, I jsut realised this might be the longest opening paragraphs to a post in a while. Wey.

Anyways, Christmas has been. I think. To be fair it just felt like another day, really. Just another day of listening to pointless conversations (I mean, since when does saying 'I like cheese' been a conversation starter...), watching television that has the only objective to gain the most watchers, not forgetting the arguements in which makes me glad I just plod my life away in my room... Or something like that.

Yeah, happy days, eh?

To be fair, I must stop typing fiar when I try to type fair. Also, I really do want to get myself an electric drum kit. I only want an electric one because there's not a lot of room in my bedroom, and having a fuckoff acoustic kit... lets just say I'll end up sleeping on the toms, using the hihat as a pillow. I knew I wasn't going to get one for christmas - I'm not going to get my parents in debt over something I just hit - and to be fair I didn't really mind what I got, nor if I had anything for this mas of the chirst variety.

Anycahoots, I'm startinng to think that people are turning Christmas into a time where they can just brag about stuff. Bragging from what they got to how much they got and to be fair, who really cares? This year I haven't had much. I got a phone that's probably discontinued and some clothes. I'm not complaining. Neither am I going to ask anyone what they had. Not for them to say what expensive gifts they had. Grrr.

Another thing is that I really, really want to start a band. I've said it before, but it's kind of changed. I still want to be in a rock band. And the more I say rock band the more I cringe. Don't ask why. Anyways, I want to create music like what Muse, Smashing Pumpkins and Pearl Jam have created (well, not exactly like them... y'know what I mean), but now I want to start doing disco music, or disco-rock, if that's even a genre. The only problem is that I can only write either middle-of-the-road music (like the song Acoustination, in which shall stay forever as a GP5 file) or too scene. Shit, if only I knew someone who writes their own lyrics... =).

Yesterday, I went up to my sister's, to see Ricky open his presents and on the way back home, my mother put on the Amy Winehouse CD Lowri got her for Christmas, and as I listen, I thaught 'why can I imagine The Beatles sing this?'. Fuck, I need help.

Anyways, expect more posts soon. Well, since it's the school holidays and I don't go anywhere, the only contact I get with people is on the web. There might be one with a depressive tone to it round about New Year's time. And if there is I shall say sorry now. Ah well, that's it for now.

- I got a brand new pair of rollerskates, you've got a brand new FIN.

I Wanna Rush Headlong Into This Ecstasy.

So, yeah. Hi.

Christmas is soon. Yey. And, I don't think I'll be the most festive person alive this year... 'Cause I just see it as just another day. Because it is really, innit? The only difference is that Christians celebrate the birth of Jeeeeeeeesuus. It's just turned from a celebration to a time of year where everyone (well, nearly everyone) wants gifts for no reason apart from receiving some. Meh, but then again, if there is a sixth form party before christmas, I might dress up as a sheep and carrying sweets... just so I can go around saying 'Baaaa! Humbug?'

Yes, that shows how how unwitty I am. =).

On other news, Music Technology feels like it's going from bad to shiteworse. Nothing I write for the composition task doesn't fit the lyrics of the song. I either write stuff that's either too happy or just plain fishplop. And it's taking the royal urine. Also, I've come stuck with the Heart Of Glass and the recording tasks. Fuck me. Not litteraly...

Well.... depends on who you are..... =).

Ahem, anyways. Chemistry and Physics are slowly improving. I hope. Other than that, happy days. And as I write this post (or, type the ten minutes of the reader's lowest point of boredom), I'm in the middle of choosing my university choices and writing a song that's so far, only a drum beat.

The first of the other two things I am doing is (still) searching for a university. I just redone the Stamford Test, and this is the results I received...

- Art/Craft
- Media/Radio/TV/Film
- Computer Engineering
- Computing/IT
- Communication
- Design Studies
- Music

So, the two courses (Music Technology and some sort of Multimedia Design) are still a possibility. Only problem is... where?

So far, I've only put the Atrium (Glamorgan Uni) for Music Technology. I have found a course (interactive Media) which looks like it does everything I want to improve on (audio, image and video) in both Glamorgan and Swansea Metrepolitan University. Hopefully I'll find more later tonight.

Second thing was the song I'm 'writing'. So far it's just a drum beat. Only when I tried to fix the kick pedal for my Guitar Hero drumset did I realise this beat. Yes, I know I have no life. All I need now is to add everything else to the mix.

Ah, I believe I should shut up now. Actually look more deeply for courses.

- Finnished, I am.

Back In The Saddle.

Yes, you heard it here first, or from some other source that is unknown to me...

I have my laptop back, fully charged and ready to rock (well, attempt to anyways).

If I didn't mention it before, the reason I have been laptopless for the past week or so is because the charger decided to bugger up on me, so I've had to wait 'til today to have it. Though, the twonks who delivered it didn't realise that only half of it was there, luckily I have the half that was buggered up, thus making me laptopful again.

Anybonbon, hello there.

I did mention it (I believe) in my last post, but I'll expand it further. I turned eighteen on the second of November. To be fair, it stared good, considering that I got me bass now. More on that later (luckky you). In school, I don't think anyone really remembered, but meh. I'm not bothered. Well, since I'm not one of these people who go fuck aye it's my birthday in (enter certain number of days here) wooo! on every day until my birthday. But as I said on that Monday (in which we has a Gwasanaeth then Ffiseg with Humphreys... I hate week two Mondays...) - It's just another day.

And to be fair, it was. And always has been.

That aside, one of the best things about that day was the fact that I have my bass, the Epiphone Thunderbird-IV Goth Bass. I'm not going to say all the specs of it, because to be fair I hardly know myself, or care. All I know is that it's a thousand times better than my first bass in all but one area - slap bass. No matter, gives me a reason to keep both, eh? I do have some problem though. I keep playing two songs all the time on the bass, and that's Muse's Hysteria and In Bloom by Nirvana. No idea why. But then again, both of these songs are good, so no harm done there.

In other news, I believe that my Chemistry skills are improving, but maybe it was just a one-off. Physics is like a double-edged sword. On one side, I'm alright with, and the other I feel like I'm failing horribly in. You can probably guess with what teacher is which edge of the sword is which.

Music Tech, is going swimingly... through custard. It's getting there, but it's not, if you get my meaning. The composing part has changed nearly everyday for me. One day I hear the song in a Grunge-esque way, the next I hear it in an blues style. It's not on. I haven't touched Heart Of Glass in ages now, that's not on either. The recording should be half done soon. I'm going to record the drums again (yey) by using eight microphones instead of three - one mic on the toms, snare and bass drum, and two overhed - to make them sound clearer, hopefully. I've redecided what part the harp is going to play. Ah well, at least I've got some recording things done.

Something I just said out loud - "Oh, me back".

Anydalmation, I have a snooker game for the 360, and I am completely shaite at it. I can never have a break higher than twenty five, just like in real life...

By the ways, y'know Them Crooked Vultures? They're streaming their album on Youtube. The link's to the first track of their Self Titled album, and there's the rest of the album in different videos. From what I've heard so far (which, to be fair, is like one or two), it's pretty good like.

Yeah....

Also, today is Rememberance Day. The school made a shambles with the two minute silence at eleven to commemorate the day by turning it to (bearly) one minute at quarter past. But, though this might not mean much, but yeah, they will not be forgotten... definately not by me anyways.

And, a word before I go...



Lemmings.


- The Lean Mean Finito Machine....

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.

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.

Post 2.... Plus 45.

Yeah, I've overplayed Song 2 on drums (97% on Expert drums, fuck aye with a coating of loneliness).

So, how are you these days? Any good?

Well, it's the weekend, and nearly the end of September. Well, there's a week left sort of, but meh. October will be less Rocktober, more (being a)Cocktober. Don't ask why, simply 'cause I don't know yet. Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner, that I love London so.... Sorry, broke into random singage there. Pity that I can't sing. When I do I just sound like a ten year old boy whose recently been told that Santa isn't real (disclaimer, believe what you want on this debate, I think he's a bit like Jesus... or maybe is Jesus... that'll be a turn up for the books, ya?), high pitched, shakey and with a hint of unnatural decay. Or something or nothing.

Besides, I know this because I tried to see if my microphone (from Gutar Hero World Tour... don't hate me) worked on my laptop (even though it doesn't work on any Guitar Hero game now). I opened up a program (oh, a slight hint of mistery there... what in God's unknown name is it?) and I recorded like, twenty seconds of myself. All I can say is this... there's a reason why I stay home and blog my life away. I've noticed how feeble my voice sounds. How cheesily annoying it is. Ha, I thaught my voice sounded high to me, but then that recording... thank Bill Gates for the creation of the Recycle Bin (on PC's, anyways).

So yeah, the mic works fine on my laptop, yet not at all on Guitar Hero. Explain?

Nah, you don't have to.

But yes, this is my fourty-seventh blog post. Fancy getting me a present once I hit the big five-ough? Nah, you don't have to... but an e-cookie would be nice... =).

And, thanks to sone of my friends who keeps reminding me on how far away her birthday is, I know how far my birthday is... sadly. In five weeks. Joy. I've tried to make sure that nobody remembers my birthday, for many reasons. The main one is because it's just another day to me. Simple as. I mean, I don't have a celebration for when I turn one month older, did I? I'm not going to celebrate the fact I'm seventeen and eleven months next month, eh? So why bother celebrating an annual thing? Yeah, I thaught nobody'll understand this... so anyways.

I'm going to apollogise for the, lets just say, the injection of the drug known to us as patheticilin that has entered my blogging system. For some reason my mind has not allowed me to see anything apart from death, sadness and playing Sultains Of Swing on Guitar Hero. But yeah, sorry bruv. =).

In other news. I've got myself a new blues thing going on on the bass. And it uses slap techniques. Fuck aye. Also, I learned a new scale. Yeah, no prize for guessing which one (yeah, 'tis the blues scale). Well, I think I've learned that scale. At least on the bass I have. Ah well, that's four out of only enter-name-of-your-religious-being-here knows.

Meh, I think I should end it here. The post, I mean.

Is it just me, or are my posts becoming shorter? Well, I suppose that's good news for you, you can now watch the X Factor for the seventeenth time in the matter of two days thanks to the joys of ITV.

Anydice. Bye bye, ye olde companion of thy journey to bloggage paradise.

- Fiiiigaro figaro figaro figaro figaro figaro figaro fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigaro. Oh yeah, and Fin.

Reasons... "Why" Is The Only Word With No Vowels.

I believe it is, anyways.

Y'know, the fact that all vowels are a, e, i, o and u, so technically, y's the other thing.

Oh, this is just so I can boost the 'Reasons...' group of posts. Sorry to deprive you for time...

Anyturnip. It's a Wednesday. Coincidently, tomorrow's a Thursday, and the begining of the week countdown to the first Parti Bondio of the year. Yeah, you've guessed that I'm not going to go.

There's no point really. I don't drink. Don't dance. So, in a party situation, I'm the broken pensil of the group. This is also the time I rather dread the fact that everyone'll talk about the party (well, next Friday, after the party happened). Y'know, most of the blokes will brag about how much booze they downed in two hours and still managed to headbang to S Club 7. Many other people just repeating the same phrases for the next four weeks... oh, I was sooooo drunk that night, or I hope there's another one soon, I wanna get pissed again. Them only being two of the infinite quotes from the people who went.

Laughing. A bit like this... AHAHAHAHAHA THAT WAS AN EPIC FAIL AFTER HE DRANK THAT CIDER. Or something along those lines. I'll be just looking around at different people, with a dim smile on my face, having no real interest on the goings on of the previous night...

Yeah... such a happy aura for this post.... anyways...

I'm not saying they shouldn't orginize these things. Nor am I trying to tell people how to lead their lives. I'm just going to say this, just because you've downed a bottlesworth of vodka, or someone tipped Guinness onto your brand new top that you baught specially for that night. And for the fact that I don't drink...

Come on... it's fun when you're drunk!!

Sorry, I can't see how being so pissed that you fall down on the pavement and sleep. Well yes, that doesn't really happen in these things, well not to my knowledge anyways. I simply cannot see how a beverage that destroys so many people in this world can make a night amazing. Maybe I'm being overdramatic in this subject (well, I can't think of a better word than overdramatic), but the only thing I can do, while the matter of alcahol is on the agenda, is think of all the negative scenes that are implanted in my head...

Y'know the ones... one person making a complete arse of themselves. While others are getting it on with people they've always detested (say, as an example, someone sees the closet gay ruthlessly snogging the well known male homaphobe). Not to mention some people who take it too far, and either get sent to the cells for the night, pass out or worse. Or, what I believe what I'll be if I ever had a drink, the extremely depressing drunk who drowns his thoughts and money.

'Cause, correct me if I'm worng, alcahol has a boosting effect on the body. And I know, that naturally, I'm more on the negative side than the positive. With alcahol, that negativeness will grow with every drink I consume. Also, there's been an image stuck in my head ever since I was young.

In that image, I saw myself. I had messy, short hair, while wearing old, scruffy clothes that looked like they were found in a skip (or baught in ASDA, up to you where like). Holes in my shoes, just sitting on a wooden stool, drinking the money I managed to get somehow. Basically, a total mess. I can't avoid this thaught. The more I think about it, the more detail is there, and the more hope I have that the image of such vomit-inducing nature will never be a reality. You're probably thinking that I have an odd way at looking at life. Well yeah, I do. And I'm glad I do. So I'm in the minority (in school, anyways) that doesn't want to drink. Joy to the world in the fact that there is a minority. If that sentence even makes sense.

Anyways, in other news. Muse's new album has been leaked online a week before its official release. But then again, I don't think there's any album these days that hasn't been leaked in one way or another. Either they've placed the full album on their site, forgeting that many know how to stream and save the audio files. Or someone's managed to get a copy of the CD, and shared it with the world. How much d'you want to bet Paramore's new album's going to be leaked online...

And lo and behold. Time has become the old enemy once more, and I must leave you with a riddle. What will happen when Pinocchio says my nose will grow?

Yeah...

- Fin. Ish.

Re-Education Through Labor.

I believe, that this is my first post in September.

Yeah, I feel the same way too.

There's two days until I land on the final step of the secondary education ladder. Ah well, I'm not going to go into that much.

And as you sigh the biggest sigh of relief, I carry on. Sorry and all that.

It's a basic reflection on the summer. Six weeks. Fourty-two-ish days...

Wasted.

Seriously. There's nothing in this summer that nobody would say that I haven't wasted. All I've done was play on the XBox 360, make up some riffs on the bass and guitar, and move my room around so I have more space on my wall to write on. I'll post some pictures up when I have lost all sense of what 'fresh air' and 'socializing' means and feels. Though, if someone came into my room there's a good possibility that they'd ask me for my chest size so they can buy a straight-jacket for me. And it all started by writing my scores of Free Bird on Hard was... yeah, sad, I know.

Anycow. Since I have an obligation to write essays rather than blogs, I shall dig further into my gaming 'achievements' (well, not of any worth anyways). First up, is finally beating Raining Blood on Expert on both Guitar Hero III and Greatest Hits. I can now complete it 75% of the time, usually scraping through for a three star performance. I've achieved more five star performances on GHIII also, and on GHII. I managed to win the Ashes with England, after making a legspinner to take the place of Panesar (who they stuck in the team). Yeah, I was the pinnacle of sadness as I called the bowler G. John. It's wrong for many things, the first is that my names actually Gareth Aled John. Second, I'm a pace bowler, though I only really do offspin (most probably you don't know the difference, I'll say so after I finnish this paragraph). And third, I had short hair. I also managed to win a couple of majors in Tiger Woods 09, and managed to kill a boss on Prototype that took me five goes to do (bastard). Anyways... sadness (temporarily) over.

By the way, legspin is when the ball turns from the legside to the offside (to a right-handed batsman), while offspin is when the ball turns from offside to legside (again to a right-handed batsman). Offside is the open side of the batsman, while the legside's the side where your legs are. Right hand batsmen's offside is to their right, with their legside to their left, and vice versa to left-handed batsman. Hope that's clear for you. Actually I hope it's right. If not, please correct me? =).

I hope that's right, because cricket is the only sport that I've got a good grasp of knowledge of. Then it's rugby, and then (dare I say) football. Cricket, even though it takes five days to see who won (in test matches), has more ups, downs and turnarounds than I've had punch-ups (which, is none). I mean, in football, a turn of events only really happens when there's a penalty conceded, or when the losing side scores a goal. In cricket, it's all a matter of the turn of the ball. That's how I've been out three times. Three clean-bowled stumpage-ness. First time I batted I was out first ball. Second time, I was out second ball duck (aka no runs scored), which was deceiving, since (I thought) I hit the ball and scored a run, though it hit my pad instead, meaning it counted as a bye, or legbye. The third and final match, I scored five runs. Both times I hit the ball, they were caught-out oppertunaties. But alas, I managed to hit it high enough to get three off the first ball, and two off the second. Then I was out the third or fourth ball. I've bowled in three matches also, and in all I've managed a wicket in all three matches. The first one I believe was LBW. Second was clean bowl. The third one was a catch by the captain. That was also my first time I had a maiden over (no runs conceded), and the first ball of the second over, that was the caught-out wicket.

I did have some insults about me. Mainly because of my bowling action. I looked like a morris dancer, apparently. Or an Irish dancer. Or it looked like I was going to kick the umpire. But that was the way I felt comfy bowling with. It helped with two things though, speed and swing. I can't believe how much inswing I managed to get, let alone the offcut (same as offspin) I got after.

And I just realised how pointless the last few paragraghs are.

Random thing for you. On my results day (joy), my Aunt called the house to ask how I did. Though my dad probably knows how much I hate talking to people I don't talk to much on the phone, he still put me on.

She asked me what I got.

And I told her what I got.

And the next sentence she said, basically in her tone of voice, said it all...

'So, is that enough for you to go into uni?'

Is that enough? Is it?

That single question, made me feel like the thickest person in this families generation. So fucking what, if two D's and a C are more attainable for me than the shining lights and stardom that is straight A's? Seriously, who gives a shit that I'm basically, an average person academically? No well done, no 'are you pleased with your results?'. Just a 'you in college then? Or did you fail miserably, and have to work for less than the minimal wage, to earn a living?'.

Seriously?

Fuck you.

I should've said everything I had. Y'know, 'Oh, that's not half of it. I managed a U in one of the Chemistry papers AND got kicked out of the Art exam right before the coursework was supposed to be sent a week after... I oculd go on, deaest auntie that I haven't seen in ages...'

Oh, it would've cracked her up, knowing I started doing five subjects in September 2008 and dropped out of one due to sheer boredomness (that's Media Studies) and kicked out due to sheer shiteness (that's Art).

Ah well, I should end.

Let's hope I manage to get three B's for my lovely course in Music Technology, where I have to get 300 points.

Noice.

I'm off to watch something funny on YouTube.

- Fin.

"I Walked All The Way To Bangor, But She Wasn't There..."

Er.... if you don't get the title, say it out loud... that's all I can say.

It was either that, or 'Needless Ensemenation'. Your choice....

Anyhill. Fiddle me this and riddle me that, I shall carry on like a failed writer, as I am... I mean, too many comma's in one sentance, if you ask me... also I've just notice I don't really know if you spell it 'sentance' or 'sentence'. Help much?...

Tonight's topics... oh yeah, it's the night. Go figure.

First topic. Football. I'm not really a fan of football, but I know a simple rule that is more true than Noah's Arc... Ahem. There's one rule in football. Fuck, any sport. That thing is this = 'long term consistancy equals success'.

What do I mean?

Take Cardiff and Swansea (football, now). Cardiff (I believe, I say again that I'm not an avid fan of football), have had the same manager and (more or less) the same coaching team for ages now, and so far this season they're doing rather good (I believe won every game?). Now, Swansea, under Martinez (name right?...), managed not only to gain promotion to the first league, but to end up at the top half in the first year in league one. Then, once Martinez left, so far this year they've been a bigger flop than a limp pornstar. Why? No long term consistency...

As much as I hate saying it... take Manchester United. Ferguson's been there for a shaite-long time, and where has it taken him? More silverwear than a magpie can handle. And take Scolari's time at Chelsea. Just because he didn't reach the expectations of the Chelsea Board in the first four-or-so months, they sacked him. That's one reason why Chelsea won't be a major hitter in English football long-term. They demand perfect performances in the short term, and if you can't deliver, you'll deliver the shopping for old pensioners until you lose the ability to grow hair. Mouriniho was one of the best modern managers Chelsea had, I can't remember why he left. Though, I would've done anything in my power to keep him there, at least for another five years... that is if I was on the Chelsea board. Ah well, let's hope the new'un'll stay longer than syphalis does...

Oh, just to add that, I should've wrote 'long term consistancy plus an above average intelligence equals success'. I totally forgot about the US's reign of error, Goerge W. Bush... Ah well.

Next topic. Lodern Mife. Yeah, it'sbasically me having another rant on today's 'celebrity age'. Grrrrr...

Anyroad, since I have AOL, everytime it goes onto the AOL Today page, there's the 'hottest searches' section. Which, I saw, was utter bullshite. I was looking at it, in disbelief, wondering 'how is the murder of someone less important than Jordan and Peter's split?'.

Am I the only person that thinks this? Do you stare, shockingly shocked, everytime you read something that basically says 'Michael Jackson's homicide has more importance in the lives of the world's population than the death and tragedy that has struck some third world country that's been stuck by a natural disaster'? Are you? I mean, FUCK. Yeah, Jackson was someone who brought something new to the mainstream music scene, but I wasn't going 'NO WAY!! OMFGZZ BBZ I'Z TWEETIN DIS SO ALL MY THREE FOLLOWERS CAN READ THIS EPICLOLZZ', I was like 'ah well, at least the sun won't fall on the planet soon'. Oh yeah, that last part of the last sentance was from a song called 'Rockin' Rocks' by Powderfinger. Anyways, I'll carry on with my point... in a NEW PARAGRAGH!! =O.

And here it is. This also enters the whole - and before I say this, I apologise for all textspeak that is overstereotyped...though I wouldn't know, being someone who writes essays in texts - 'WEHN I IS OLDER I'M GONNA BE JUST LYK JORDAN BRITTANIE AND JODIE MARSH COZ THEYRE FAMOUS HAHA LOLAGE'.

Err....

It fills me with dread, not sexual pleasure, if I see Jordan (or Katie Price, meh) on her latest ITV2 show. I believe the new one's about her split with Peter Andre. And I feel myself repeat the same word over and over again in my head...

Food?... Oh sorry, wrong word... the real word is, why? Why doed she publicly go out there (I believe that's the main thing about the public...), and allowing everything to be shown to the world? For the sake of money? Fame? Free boobjobs? Man, I thing that Jordan's New Show was more important that Katona being sacked from doing the Iceland ads for drug sniffage. I mean, to me - and I might sound rather old fasioned here, feck it - Katona's piece of news has more importance for a peice in the news than Jordan's new way of earning money by soaking up more camera lenses than someone who bathes in camera lenses. I'd want to know why Katona was sacked, when she was sacked, what will happen to her (like, is she going to go to rehab to get off the stuff, or something else). Not what Jordan's going to wear in all of her episoded.

And again, old fashioned alert here. Ah, bugger yourself if you think this. I might be, though I do play cricket on the 360, so I'm a bit 'post-modern-old-fashioned-dude'). I can't see what good these so called 'celebrities', like Jordan, Jodie Marsh and them 'glamour girls' are actually doing to the world. I'm not saying they aren't, all I'm saying is that I'm seeing them all spread all over the news/tabloids, most of the time barely clothed, just to stay in the minds of people. I mean, some girls are seeing these 'women', and wanting to do the same thing as they are...

Just to pause there, I put women in the quote things because, they aren't real women, aren't they? They aren't they way they were born. They're just what the tabloids want to have women look like. I mean, not being a pervert here, but I can't see a real point to having breast implants, just for the sake of getting attention. Though, I know of some medical cirumstances when it's acceptable. But when it's there to get more cover stories? Piss off with your plastic boobs and your materialistic views of the world. Women with real boobs are much more superior than you. =).

Also, since I'm on the subject (feck, I'm talking about women again...), what's this fantasy with the public and size zero girls? Not saying 'if your size zero, you have an ugly body', but, if you starve yourself just to fit in some clothes that are the smallest size possible? Seriously, have some fucking food. If you have to have your ribcage revealed everytime your in some ravealing clothing. Give up, you'd look twice as better in the natural size for you than you'd be if you starve yourself. Though, some girls are naturally thin, and it suits them. I mean, it'll look really odd if some girls who are usually size six, eight (I'm guessing here) end up as morbidly obiese. Also, if you're like, size eighteen, twenty or above, that doesn't label you as 'big ugly fatty'. Grrrr. Personally I'd prefer a girl with curves than one with no figure at all... bloody hell.

By the by, no I'm not saying that just to get on the good side of the female's thaughts, I'm just saying what I think... and since posting on my blog's the only time I do it, then so be it. Sorry for all you readers (the whole one and a half of you... the half being the moth upon the other readers computer screen as that person reads it).

And as well, (oh feck, he's off on one again)... I hate the fact that programs like PhotoShop, are being used to 'touch up' girls in a way to make them look totally different than they should look like. and yeah, I use PhotoShop, though I've only airbrushed an image once, and that was to see how it worked (all I did was chance the colour of both eyes and air on some random image). Yeah, sometimes it's good to erase some mishaps - maybe some mascarra had run, or the lipstick faded or some other make-up mishap), then yeah, correct it, if that's all you correct. There's some images when the editor erased the fucking belly button of a girl (which was supposed to look like a natural image... hence the fact that the belly button should be there... unless women don't have belly buttons...). I mean, how stupid can you get? Maybe I've still got an old fashioned view on the world. Y'know the one, where what you see is what you get. Where natural is better than fake. That sort of thing.

But, then I think. Why? Again, I think that three letter word. Acually, is why the only word that has no vowels? Anyby, I write all of this, but to no avail. Story of my life, really. I say all thing like 'I hate the modern way of life', 'I'm going to do something worth remembering with my life', or 'right, I'm going to make myself a pizza'. Yet, I do nothing with it. I don't go out in the real world, and work all the way to my goals (oh yeah, I'll just order the pizza from Domino's), I just possess this world of digicality, taking up space of the interweb, just to fill up the time before I go out to see friends and not think to myself 'Jesus, Ga. You're a fucking loner, eh?', and that's the censored version...

Ah well. Feck it all.

Father Ted's awesome, by the ways.

- Fin, and then some.

*Loads Shotgun, Seductively*.

I begin this post by making a revolting comment that is... well... a slightly better one than the ones I've done in the past ones. I've had two nose-bleeds in the space of a week. Some main questions is, 'what's the fucking point of having your oxygen transporters expel from your nostrils like Niagra Falls when gravity has gone up by three hundred percent?' and 'how come it always comes when your not expecting it?'.

Well, to be fair, humans aren't libraries, aren't we? Nor are we a personal take-away service. I don't go up to my brain and say 'hello, I'd like to order a nose bleed with a side order of extra blood, and please, hold the snot'. I mean, a nose bleed is one thing, but when you have two in a matter of a week... one during a game of golf (yeah, I got myself a Tiger Woods game for the XBox 360. I am sad) and the recent one (you might've guessed, it was just now...) while watching Blackadder Goes Forth on YouTube. Bastard nose.

Well, it seems that the plague of the school holidays have finally attacked me like Gordon Brown attracts bad karma (yeah, I've realised how creative I am with similies... and the fact that I should stop using them). Hardly slept last night. All I remember is staring up to the sky, thinking to myself 'where the fuck's the ceiling gone?' while singing the guitar riff to In Bloom over and over again. Spent four hours watching the whole of series one and three of Blackadder. That was done at about ten this morning, failed at a round of golf. Failed at LMA Manager '07 (... yeah, I kknow). Though, watching random clips from Outnumbered is funny. C'mon, watching a child asking her parents if she can have a nit as a pet... and the mother trying to talk her daughter out of it... it's funny. Ah well. If I can't sleep tonight, expect another blogpost in the night. Balls.

Golden Balls is on now. Joy. There's nothing like four people sreaming and shouting at eachother, trying to convince eachother they're more trustworthy than the next person...

Also, another shaite plea to ask if you could go onto one of my older posts (I think it was three posts past...) and comment on my RCT designs. They'll probably won't be used. Probably 'won't represent the youth of RCT' or some pompus bullshite that's used these days by people too fucking scared to be different and not use Comic Sans as a title. Yeah, not sure what's wrong with me... I think it's the lack of Guitar Hero...

But yeah, if you fancy it, please visit my other post (which is here), going onto the links on there and telling me what they think of the designs, I'll take your opinions on-board and be grateful. However you spell that word.

Oh, how I despise the tellie in the daytime... I can't wait for the twentieth now. At least then I'll probably see one or two people then... oh, and the joys of seeing how shaite I done in my exams. Oh, happy days.

- Fin.

My End, It Justifies My Means. All I Ever Do I Delay...

Fuck the whole 'no posts for a while' thing.

I will warn you, I've nearly finished writing another song (well, it's more randomly pressing numbers into Guitar Pro and hoping they'll sound alright together), and there's a chance that I'll upload them onto the net. Yes, not only do I penertrate your monitors with my lifeless blog posts and skill-less photo and video edits, I must destroy every sense possibly and upload music I've 'created' for your eardrums to pound an enormous headache for you. Just be glad I'm not going to cook you dinner. If I did, it'll be a microwavable pizza.

Matthew Evans, a dude I hang around with in school (by the way, hi Matt. (=. ), requested that I should minimize the amount of Guitar Hero I should mention. And I agree. This'll be the last time I'll say anything Guitar Hero-ie in a while (well, until the fifth one's in my possession). Just to answer the thing I said in the last post. Finally got Guitar Hero III, and I managed to do Raining Blood on Expert. Four stars too....

Yeah, it's true. I haven't left my house since school ended. The furthest I've been out of my house is down by the steps to hand my sister the baby seat so then Ricky (if I haven't said before, he'd be my two year old nephew). It's basically the same order in the day for me. Wake up roughly sevenish, or eleven at the latest. Watch tellie until the news comes on. Go on a Guitar Hero. Get off the XBox. Sit around, watching tellie. Pick up the bass/guitar. Turn my laptop on to make layout/finish song/search something online (can only do one of those three right). Stay online until one. Try to sleep (which might be at two, as a guess). And during then I have something to eat either once or twice in the day. Oh, it's also sad that I actually kind of know whats happening on Emmerdale, Corronation Street and Eastenders. So, er.... someone help me? =).

Yeah, I'll post the link to the profile where I've post the midi files. Most probably it'll be on my Ultimate Guitar profile (if you can guess my username, then your almost as sad as me for having it). It might be tomorrow actually.

Oh, three pieces of trivia for you...

- This is my (I think) twenty fifth post. Yey.
- Most of my songs are in a Be Bop scale. Not sure the definition is of it is, but the C Be Bop scale consists of the following notes: C, D, E, F, G, A, A#, B, C. So, if anyone's got a definition of what a Be Bop scale is, then please let me know. =).
- Apparently, sperm speed is affected by the attractiveness of a woman... don't ask me how I know... I haven't done any sick experiments, okay?

Most probably I'll see you tomorrow (well, talk to you... well add text to my blog and hope that a few people actually read it).

- Fin.

What Happens When You Pour Detol Into A Yakult?...

I lied... I only lasted four days (ish) without possessing the pixels of your monitor last.

Well, it's a couple of days in to the school holidays now, and to be fair I've acutally done something. I know, I'm shocked too. Well, even though it's just a song I made up... it's actually three and a half minutes long... it's the most productive I've been in a summer holidays ever. That's well radical. Maybe. Anyways, it's also carries another achievement for me, it's the first one that's fully an acoustic song... apart from the distorted guitar doing the solo. And that's another thing, it's the first solo that I might be able to actually play it! And if you've heard my rendition of Dido's 'No Angel' recreated to 80's Rock for my Music Tech coursework, you'll know how out-of-place it is, well, the tapping part is anyways. Anyways, there's a downfall to it, it also holds a real pop feel. Y'know, something Take That might bring out, without the solo, obvliously. Please correct me if I've spelled obvliously wrong either time I wrote it.

Also, I've nearly changed my mind on what song I'll do for my A level coursework in Music Tech from Stone Sour's 'Through Glass' to 'Today' by Smashing Pumpkins - and I just had the random thaught of the words 'Smashing Pumpkins' look really cool in this font. The vocals aren't too adventurous, drums seem do-able, the guitars are relatively simple (though I can't do the solo, man I is shit on guitar), and the bass is easy (er, Billie Jean's bassline is harder than this song, now that's saying something). A couple of problems, mind...

The first one is, I've only got one out of the four acoustic instrument out of the original song, which is an acoustic guitar for the verses, and well althrough the song. If I do 'Today', then I have an idea to jump over this three-storey hurdle. That is, the use of a piano, a violin..... and a harp. Yes, a harp. How stupid would any harpist look at you with if you ask them to do the main riff of 'Today' for eight bars. They'd laugh in your face (which, I'm expecting). Maybe same for piano, well and for violin. 'Cause with the violin, I'm only going to use it for the second verse. But, then again, they will all count as acoustic instruments. Another problem though... does anyone know how to record a harp? I mean, do you place the mic close to the strings, the soundboard (is it even called that?) or somewhere else? How many mics am I supposed to use to record the harp? Yeah, you can tell I thaught this through... but anyways. Anybody who could help me with this (either you can play the violin, or know how to record a harp), then feel free to tell me. =). T'would be great, butt.

Er. Nothing else really. I've gone a little bit further into Prototype. Its safe to say that I am rubbish at that game, the only thing I'm good at is running up walls and consuming people.... man, that's fun. Oh yeah, I've also been overdosing on That Mitchell And Webb Look. I've only known about it like, a week ago. Thank fuck for YouTube.

Well, this is finito for another round.

G'night, dude.

PS - Dara O'Briain is brilliant at stand-up. Period. =).

And No-One Else Will See, The Preservation Of The Martyr In Me...

One day to go...

Stage four - The Final Countdown.

Well, I would've called it 'a mushroom party', but nah, that's shaite...

So, why 'the final countdown', I hear you ask? Well, even if you didn't ask, I'll tell you anyways.

For one, it was playing while we were playing random card games in the Uned. Even played poker with actual betting... well, with Skittles, that the deputy headmaster ate one of... and it was a high priced skittle... damn him. Ah well, managed to get two three-of-a-kind's in a row... then a four of a kind... pity we weren't betting then... I'd be in the rainbow then, (=.

Reason two, there's only like, five hours roughly left of my year twelve being... Though this never bothered me before (like, year seven, eight, nine and so on and so forth), it does now since there's like fourty weeks left of my school education. Fourty-odd anyways. Not sure exactly how many. Haven't counted to be honest with you. Yet.

Ah well, I'm going to fail once I get to Uni.... IF I get to uni....

Oh yeah, les joures de amusant was today (yeah, before you meantion it, I know it's wrong, and I know it says 'a day of amusement' instead of 'fun day', that's why I never will take French again). It weren't bad, really. Was funny watching people get hit by sponges. Especially when it hit them in their neather-reigions... and their bollocks. I was only the sponge collector. Ah well, I wasn't even supposed to do anything, but since the bands sorted themselves out, I was free. Woop. But still, t'was marginally better than I thought it would be.

Ah yeah, News is on. John Hartson's got testicular cancer that's spread to the brain. Hope you get better dude....

That's it for today. Tomorrow will be the last one of these five day blogs (thank fuck, I bet you just said to yourself). Might be called something like 'Final Frontier' or something less interesting like 'Oh look, A Bumblebee...'.

- Fin.

Surrender. Surrender. But Don't Give Yourself Away...

Two days to go.

Stage three - Personal (Under)Statement.

And yet I haven't been banned from Blogger for posting useless posts... nice.

Nothing much happened today. It was just another day of nothingness until I had a lesson. Yeah, that's happiness for you.

I tried to make a personal statement for my UCAS thing... I'm going to be so bad at it. Why? Well for one the only thing that links to the course that I want to do is the fact that I can play bass guitar up to GreenDay standard. Whoa, that's going to reel the offers in. I might just give up on it and write it as if I was C3PO or something. 'Cause we're both alike... apart from the fact that he can speak many a language fluently and I can only manage English at key stage two standard. Yeah, that is what hardly going out does to you. =). But one thing's for sure, I really hope that the Atrium like me enough to lower my points needed from 300 to 60. And even then I'll need to work hard...

It was the same old song and dance today, apart from the fact some people went off to watch 'Harry Potter and the sixth year in a row that someone'll make a joke about a ginger having two friends'. Yes, that's the actual title of it. Well, no it's not. But it's the truth. Though I don't get this hairist view against gingers... there's worse people.... I mean, c'mon... people who dye their hair? Please.... *shifty eyes*.

That, was hysterical. If your comedy levels are between 'watching George Bush choking on a pretzel is humourous' and 'everything Boris Johnson says is like poetry in motion written by the Joker himself'.

Oh yeah, made myself look like a right digital cock this afternoon... not good...

Ah well, this is a short one, bit much like an average sixformer's attention span.... oh look, a bumble bee...

Anyways, a guess at tommorow's title might be something on the lines of 'Prototype Present'. Hopefully. I want that game. Looks dead cool, man.

C'ya, m'ladies.... or whatever your name is...

=).

The World Is A Vampire...

Three days to go...

Stage two - Mad Dog.

Yeah, I wasn't lying when I said I'll post everyday this week... =).

What did I do today? Fuck all, to be fair. The only lesson I had was double Music Technology, which was more eventful than finding Jesus on the fifty pence piece. Apart from someone (...) giving me jip just 'cause I play my bass/guitar rather low compared to everyone else. Really, will it kill him? No. So, why complain? Ah well, shaite like that happens.

Other than that, everything was a normal day at the office. Apart from fourth lesson the one's from art found a toy called Mad Dog (ah, I just remembered Mad Dog's on GTA:San Andreas...). It amused them for like, quarter of an hour? Bloody hell. Then it was a Nintendo DSi (the one with the camera, is that called the DSi?...) that occupied their attention. Then the rest is the same as always. Went out for food, sat around listening to other people's conversations while talking rarely, thinking way too much, and sitting down in a way that made me look like I was about to give birth to an elephant. Last lesson was alright on the whole, was back up in Music, it was. Just fucked around on the guitars and piano/keyboard with no amps. I know, I'm surprised too. Well, I like acoustic sounds. I hardly ever use the amp in my room (it's a really small bass amp... happy days). To me, an electric guitar played acousticaly has a cool sound to it....

One thing that's bothering me is... grrr. On the bus home, for most of it, all I could think of is the thing that happened three months ago. I have no idea why though. Am I jealous? Am I paranoid? Am I in need of a brain transplant? The answer to the last one is a definate yes. Not so sure of the other two though. I hope I'm not. Though, as ever with me, there's a good possibility that I have those bad characteristics cemented forever in my name. Bloody hell. Wish I could actually talk about it and not feel like I usually do... grrrrr.

Once again, the rain is falling, falling, oh ever falling from the patchy quilt we call the sky like... er, well, rain falling from the sky... yeah, that's the sort of skills that got me a C in English Literature. Fuck aye.

Well. I have a feeling tomorrow's post will be called Sold Out, or some insanely boring title like that.

Oh, before I go.... watch this. He's an amazing bassist. Not a bad singer either. =).




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Well, at least you wish it was...

I've already posted more posts than last year. I think this'll be my tenth this year. So I'm guessing there's going to be at least thirty by the time September arrives. Lucky, lucky you...

Well, there's nothing really to this post. This is just basically talking to myself via the internet. That said, I haven't had a full blown conversation on any instant messenger service or social networking sites for about three, four months now. Most probably longer. Fuck it. And talking about fucking it...

There's an advert on now for Match.com, saying that there is too many 'hot new women', and they need more men to balance the levels out. To be fair, how many 'hot new women/men' do you expect from a bloody internet dating agency? If they were hot, fit, whatever you moderners call it these days, wouldn't they either have a partner, or actually go outside to find someone? I've never been on any type of dating site (I'd get the moderators banning me for being a prick most probably), but wouldn't they be filled with sad, pathetic loners that are too lazy to meet new people? I don't know, I just don't understand those type of sites... Actually this links good with my next thing I just thought of...

Facebook. Recently I have greatly started to hate it. This is for many reasons. Actually this is not just Facebook, it's to all social networking sites... and MSN....

Well, the main reason is that, well it's pretty awkward for me to describe it really... I'll just have to put it hazily, if that's a word... In school, or if I actually went out to places, I'm more than happy to see some people, even if I don't look happy. I could look like half of my face is frozen, no emotion, yet inside I could think 'Woo'. Yes, I would be THAT ecstatic. But yet, the moment I see that they are on some site, I just feel all wrong. Not because I'd rather bury my face in sulfuric acid than talk to them online, it's because I know that (most probably), they feel that way towards me. Either because I annoy them too much for multiple reasons (my crap guitar/bass/drum playing, or I go on about GH too much, or the fact that I just come up with things they don't like), or they just can't stand me. Don't ask me why I think like this, well, at least not on here. Maybe it's something to do with what happened like a year ago. But then I think, why should it? Ah well. Life's a bitch, I guess...

Another thing I'm not fussed about these sites is, those pathetic pictures where someone tags people on who they think people are in a group of friends. It's just annoying. I've somehow managed to be tagged in these things... not sure if I should be happy or nappy (y'know, not happy...). In one, I'm 'the crazy fuck', in another, 'the downer', and then 'the one that's up to no good' (off memory, like). As you can see, there wasn't the one they really wanted to put me as, either 'the emo in denial' (which, I am not either emo or in denial), 'the one who asks randomly pointless questions', or 'most likely to die a virgin'. Ah, such happiness. I'm also waiting for a political one. With people from parliment on there, and I bet someone'll tag me as Gordon Brown or someone from the BNP....

Also, the bloody status updates. Why? The only time I've updated my status is to tell people of my blog, yet not sure if anyone actually has read it. I'm only sure that one person has read two of my posts (because he's commented on them, thanks RBJ. =)... ). But when someone posts an update just because they've enjoyed their dinner in Nando's or wherever these moderners eat their food, does it really matter? I'm just waiting for one of my friends to post an update saying 'just inhaled from a bong. t'wasn't weed, was actually a peanut butter sarnie, it was nuts, lol'. Grr. And another thing....

Fucking 'lol'. And 'rofl'. They fucking lie all the time. No, you aren't 'rofl'ing if you are typing at that moment. And the fact people actually say these things in real life? It's just to show how socialising has changed. I'm glad texts or any shite modern things weren't in Shakespearian times. Y'know, 'Hey bbz, gonna fake mi deth 2nite lol, 1 way 2 get away from rents, dunt worry ill b up 4 BB l8r rofl'. Guess what play that would've been and you will get free oxigen for a month. Or, what if Lady Macbeth had Twitter... 'Cant get blood off hands, going to use PalmOlive...'. Yes, I have probably gone slightly overboard. But the fact is this, why must we abbreviate every single thing? Lol, rofl, omfg, soad, it's going overboard. And yes, this does make me a hypocrite. I've done it myself, when I use GH instead of Guitar Hero. But I prefer a sentance to be full of words that aren't abbrieviated (and that are spelled properly), I even write numbers as words also. It just seems right. If I am using a mathmatical formulae, then yes, I will use numbers. But if it is online, or writing a number in a sentance, then I will use the word instead. Trash me, I'm not bothered if you do. It's my way of thinking.

I'll finnish soon enough, I've taken up too much space from the internet as it is. My friends are starting bands with eachother/people in their friend circle, yet the bands are either metal or scene (I think anyroad). I too would like to start a band, a punk-esque band, that have GreenDay (Dookie years), Nirvana and bands like those as influences. I don't want to do it for success, money, or anything like that. I just want to try and start something that will produce (hopefully) great music, regardless of if there are lyrics or not. I don't know if I am alone in this, most probably I am. Ah well, if nobody is, I could always try and do something in free lessons in school... well, though we've only got ten days left in that shitehole...

I should piss off now, I've seemed to given you a migrane.

Bye.