Blogging With Attitude.

Before I start. I apologise. Why? I'm in a ranty-mood, kinda. All because of the pure whiteness that flies down from the heavens so gracefully, only to make this island of four (well, three, but on paper, we're alright) to a bloody standstill.

Yes, I'm talking about Marmite... well, snow. It's the same thing, really.

It's the second day of the snow. Well, in Wales it is. It's like if we've never had snow before. This is exactly like last year, though Mother Nature decided to share her offspring with us a month earlier than last year. I mean, they're saying that we've got weeks of this white stuff. On the news, they said that having a rugby match on the sixteenth of this month is being optimistic. I've got an interview then in the Atrium (the first of two). And it'll take the piss if there's no school for another two weeks. I mean, a week was too much last year, but anymore of that, it's pathetic.

Oh, Ga... It's because the council's got no salt left, bro...

And? They've should've learned from last year. Okay, I don't think it was this bad last year, but come on. They've only got enough now for the main roads in RCT now, that's two days in. Fuck me, why can't Tesco go out and sprinkle some of their salt on the ground, eh?

Yes, I'm pissed off over salt, what's the world coming to?

And yet, another thing pissing me off. And why, I do not know.

My school - well I cease to call it my school as it's just another place where I learn and I learn in my room, does that mean that my room's a school?... - have 'redesigned' their website. Let me tell you, don't go on it. Design-wise, it's shocking, it's like it's subliminally saying we're perverts, yeah... Either that or they thaught Well, it's only a school, we'll just blame it on lack of funds. I mean Jesus...

Aside from that, there's no mention of Rhydfelen there. Y'know, the epic school that was falling apart on the outside... but since moving it's falling apart from the inside. Seriously, the only reason why people consider GarthOlwg a school is because they'll know it as the NewRhydfelen (maybe... either that or I just made that up as I run out of things to say... anyways). Man, I just want to hack the stuffing out of the site... but I no know of hackage... so yeah...

Before I carry on, here's two pictures from PunditKitchen




Oh, and this...



Oh, how amusing.... moving on now...

I am hungry, yet I feel sick when I think about eating food. Is this normal?

Who knows, but anylucozade, I want a fucking drum kit that works for Guitar Hero. The connection thing for the bass drums fucked up some how. I'm just waiting for it to implode in a feeble bang... well more like flomp. The Rock Band ones don't feel right on Guitar Hero. But then again, I finally got 100% on a song on Expert on Rock Band. Yeah... it's the easiest song on the fucking thing, but who cares, right? Hehe.

So yeah, to lighten the mood... here's a clip from Argumental...



Don't ask me why I chose one about male genitalia... it's said by Dara O'Brian (sorry if I misspell your name, but what are the chances of you reading me blog...), and he's bloody good at it. Comedy, is what I meant...

Well, I should be off now. I was made in ninety-one, for Christ sake...

- AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH 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.

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.

Breaking The Habit.

Well, what do you think of my new look?

Bet you thaught you'd never see the day when my blog was white, eh?

Anyways, school tomorrow, all three lessons also. Luckily I've got third and fourth off, meaning I have three and a quarter hours to think about doing something remotely useful in my academic life.

But will I? Most probably not.

And why not? Maybe it is because I have that hateful trait of laziness. Ah, I dunno. Maybe I'll find myself suddenly having a burst of wonderous inspiration and doing something worthful. But, I doubt that'll happen.

So... nice day?

Sorry, I'm just trying to avoid going to sleep. 'Cause I know it'll take me about an hour to actually sleep, and in that time I would have played a few games of solitaire on my iPod and have had rather disturbing thaughts on life again.

And that's got me thinking... is that what midlife crisis are? Just having days of being shite-scared of what life has in store for you? In that case... I'll be dead before fourty. Hope not. Then again, I'd probably'd rather that than the whole watching the world swirl ever deeper into the pit of destruction it has built itself.

Shit... I promised myself I wouldn't talk about anything deep. So I'll leave it there for now. Carry on.

So yeah, have you realised that I usually post a blog late at night? At least this one's different... so far. But for some reason somethings just catch my eye and distract... Oh look... a squirell.

And on another note... this time it's G#...

- Fin.

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.