You Set My Soul Alight.

I've gone from quoting Smashing Pumpkins to quoting Muse in my blog titles. I suppose it's not a bad thing, eh?

Anyways, did ya miss me?






Thought not.


Well, I would've posted sooner, but I either couldn't be arsed, or - most likely - it's because the charger to my laptop's gone kaput. Thus making me use my parents computer for a few days, which is also making me void of a lot of internet time. Shame. Anyroad, I have to wait a good few days for a new charger. It's a sad day for the beating heart of my laptop, as it's only thirty four percent full.

But, on the plus side, I've been reconnected with Safari, and it's spellchecker function... someone remind me to find a good'un for FireFox, there's a good lad/lass.

So yeah. Nothing much happened this week. Though it was my eighteenth birthday on Monday. That's the only mention I'll say on it, as I can't see it as anymore than just another day. I might say more on it in the next post. Lucky you.

Besides that, nothing's really happening in school. I'm just plodding my way through Chemistry and Physics, while I feel like I'm a headless chicken in Music Tech. I've done nothing of worth in Music Tech, other than record the bass part for Adam's song and make up a bass riff that does not match the lyrics of Alone. Shite. I are fucked.

It kind of shows in what the teacher's predicting me... a C or a D. Yey, I'm not going to improve on my D for AS... apparently.

Er, oh yes. Not only that, but there's another INSET day this friday. And I must be the only person in school to appose is. We just had a week off for Jesus' sake... ah well, at least there's a possibility to see my sister in Carmarthen then.

And this, shall be goodbye... or au revoir, or whatever tickles your linguistical pickle...

- Finoshima.

Fuck.

Well, now. That's a way to entice readers to... er... read...

Or, it's a way to discourage the people who believe swearing is like placing your tounge into Satan's grasp...

But, I assume your the first example, so if you're sitting comfortably... guessing you are now, let me resume.

Again, fuck.

And again, a wonderful way to entice readers...

What has struck in the lifeless world of this humanoid to enrich the merry monitors with four letters of cursage? Has grieve arrived at his door, or has disappointment rained down on his weary head? Or is it happiness that has filled the heart of stone to exhale a four letter word that is related to shagging?

Er... none of them, really. It's some word trickery that I have failed to cast on your humble self... let me explain...

F - Yaba Daba Doo.

If you aren't well educated in the world of cricket, one of England's best players is Andrew Flintoff, which his nickname is Freddie... see the connection?... Freddie? Fred Flintstone?... Yaba daba doo?... forget it.

Anyways, the fifth and final test of the Ashes finished. To my surprise - oh, and by the by, I'm starting from the beginning then to the end - England racked up a rather impressive first innings score of 300-odd, considering they were bowled all out for 102 in the fourth test, shocking. Then, they proceeded to do to Australia what the Aussies done to the English...

Australia, 160, all out.

I looked at that, thinking, 'someone must've missed out a digit before that'... 160! Jeeez... I'm not sure if that's worse than England's 102-odd all out in the fourth test.. Why? Well, England had their problems, like Freddie being out, and Pieterson, though he's going from bad to even badder. Though, I believe the Aussies had their problems, they still had their main batsmen (who are some of the best in the world, may I add). Then, England's second innings was over 300 declared, meaning they were 500 or so runs ahead. I can't remember a time when England had a better time to win the Ashes than this time, but aye, Australia was shy of a win by 197 runs. Gutting for the Aussies. Happy days for England, and Freddie. His last ever Ashes sees a win for England, nice knowing you, dude. =).

Oh, as well, I'm going to get the Ashes Cricket 2009 game soon, because I am a sad child who enjoys cricket and golf games on the XBox 360. =).

U - Unseen Footage.

This, dare I say it, is ironic. I'm probably wrong, in the definition of 'ironic'.

One word of advice, I have to ITV....

Please, stop putting on 'The X Factor' every night, it get's slightly on people's collective tits after the first show. I've had enough of, for one, repeats of the same show, on different channels, even though they've utilised the good old fasion of 'copycat-ism' and got ITV-Player, in which, I believe, holds the show for over a week? So why bloody bother? Then there's Xtra Factor. Again, this is repeated more times than the amount of series of X Factor put together. And this is the TV we're going to get from ITV until Christmas? The same digested drivel followed by the same digested drivel, only with added undigested drivel? Pathetic.

And it's not only the X Factor to blame. But yes, it's ITV.... Stop, please stop. Oh, how I beg of thee to stop showing highlights of a football match that you've shown live coverage of before the news started. I mean, I can't imagine a more idiotic thing in my life, and I've seen screenshots of the new DJ Hero. Why not stick it on one of the other ITV channels. Though ITV1's for the main shows. ITV2's your 'gossip and comedy' zone (which, BBC3's better... well, for the comedy anyways). ITV3's the drama side with ITV4 being added for, I presume, sport. There you go, put it on that fucking side. Oh, and by the ways, I'd be saying this if it was a Chelsea game also, or Arsenal... and definately Manchester United....

Anyways... on to calmer things...

C - 'Oh, The Light Brings The Olive Tree Into Perspective Soooo Dramatically...'

If you haven't guessed what it is yet, it's creativity... I know, I could just say it, but meh, I tried to make you think... guess I failed you...

Anywho....

I've had an urge to start making (or, should I say, 'attempt to make') desktop backgrounds for... well... desktops... er.... Ahem. Yeah, desktop background. I think they've started dubbing it desktopography. Oh yeah, soooo imaginative. I love the way they haven't used all the vowels... sooo post modern...

Anyways, I've tried doing some before, though they were only really for my use. Only because I kept putting CrazyDistortion on my name. I won't stop doing that though. Somewhere, be it small or the main thing in the piece, CrazyDistortion will be present on the work. Call it my calling card, or watermark. I only really started using CrazyDistortion for practicing typography skills (which, even though it's the easiest part of digital imagery skills, is my strongest section), like the thing I made for the bottom of my blog (I think it's still there). Though, I want to start doing ones with people... and that's where I'm stuck...

I figured, that if I was going to do this, it'll be better to use images of bands, famous people, or models that are royalty-free, than to ask people 'can I use this to make a wallpaper'. Because I've recently started to realise how much of a pervert I sound asking it. I mean, I find it easier doing images of girls (please, don't take that in the wrong way...), because... er... I dunno. It just seems more natural. If I do an edit of a male, it don't feel right. Especially if it's me. I've only edited like, three images of me. Ah well. Anyways, on I go with my thing. In a new paragragh... which will start....

Now. So yeah, the problem is, the only one I see possibilities for a desktop background is Hayley Williams from Paramore. Oh, that link on her name is to one of her that I done a while back. It's okay, just not really happy with how the text came out. Thing is, also, I bet if you say 'Paramore' to someone in the emo-scene scene (and no, I don't have a fetish for repetition, nor for repeating things), they'd say 'Hayley Williams' or 'Misery Business'. So, I feel if I do desktops of her, then I'm basically saying Paramore's a one (wo)man band. But, to be fair, the others aren't bad either. The drummer's not bad at doing his banging. Neither are the two guitarists and bassist. Now, it also makes me feel bad that I've mentioned the whole band, and only named the singer. I do (kinda) know the names of the other ones, I'm just unsure who plays what. Though I think Zach plays drums, with his brother playing lead guitar. And someone called Jeremy on bass... that's about it. Anyways. Anyone got any inspiration for different styles for my to try out? Or even different people to edit? Though, one thing I must mention...

I have a problem. Yes, problem is my middle name. So is 'meh'. Anyways. If any of you say 'MEGAN FOX!! OMGODZZZ I WANNA XYLOPHONE HER SOOO BADZZZ MEGALOLZZ', then, a, you need help making your Caps Lock key unsticky (may I add, stop wanking over her. Pervert... =P). And b, er... how do I say this without being bulldozed by a trillion daggers thrown from the readers eyes... er... No offence dudes... but she's kinda overated. And, to me, I don't really see the attractiveness other people can. I mean, yeah, she's pretty and all, but I wouldn't want say 'I'd tap that like a Van Halen solo'. And, I just realised that for the first time in my blog... I talkted about the attractiveness of a girl (well, a woman... y'know what I mean like). Weird...

Well, I think I went a long time on the subject of the letter C... and no, it's not the rhyming slang for James Blunt...

Last but not least...

K - 'Haha. Rofl. Epic Failzzz'.

Again, let me link it up for you...

Text speak > Talking to people > Having fun > Games > Online games > XBox 360.

No? You don't see it either... good.

Anyroad, it's about the joys of the 360. Well, I say joys...

I mean, not only can you create your own avatar on XBox Live (I've been verbally attacked by my sisters... they keep saying that it looks like a girl... I thought it matched my hair better with that hairstyle... ah well, not changing it...), but you can buy things for it with microsoft points?

*Epic jaw drop*

I mean, how many ways does Microsoft have to swindle people out of money? Grrrrrrrr. Ah well...

I do have another question... is it true that Sky (of some sorts) is coming to 360? I know that FaceBook, Twitter and Last.fm might turn up there, but will Sky TV? And if so, would it be for Gold membership users only? If so... I might get gold... YEY. Well, considering Sky TV is like twenty quid a month, and Xbox Live is £34 a year? And the ability to play online games? Result. =).

Oh yeah, have you seen the new PS3 Slim? Er... nice idea, but nah.... I'm okay with my (se)Xbox 360. =).

Well, well, well. And no, I'm not online after falling down a well...

That shall be the end of the post... and the well's also.... for now...

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

S'laterzzzz.

- Fin.

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. =).




- Fin.

Dai Gi Bach.

''And now, a poem about men...''

Anticipation rained down on the audience of friends, family, the neighbors cat and a teddy called Felix. They, apart from the cat and the teddy, sat on the edge of their seats.

''BASTARDS!! BLOODY BASTARDS!!...''

Who knew she was not okay about her partner, going off with a transvestite?

Lavender, who was called 'Lavvey' by many a bully, was not the type of girl who bellowed 'bastard' every single minute of the day. Nearly seventeen, who knew her older boyfriend would ditch her in the toilet? As she ended her poem with a large scream, in which the word was a cockney slang for 'James Blunt', she ran out of the room, went upstairs and listened to the symphony of metal. This was also called Metalica by many.

''WHY DID HE BREAK MY HEART?!?! WHY!!!!??'', a scream shattered the deathly silence left by her in the front room.

'Well, it's a right shock to me, this is. Who'd've thought Lavvey had so much rage in her body?'' the grandmother thought out loud. ''I mean, it's not a type of thing not to be angry about, isn't it? I mean, if Charles here fancied the women with an extra bulge in their trousers, I'd be pretty pissed off too!!''

''Mother!''

''I'm only saying, love! Only saying! Well, Jesus Jane! You really take after my father, aye. He always talked posh like you. But me? Mother's girl, I am. Well, was. Dead now, isn't she? If only that ambulance didn't have to come out to the neighbors', to get that bugger Winston to the ol' folks home...''

''Mother! Can't you see dear Lavender is heartbroken? And all you can do is make light conversation?'' It was true, Jane was only like her mother in name alone. Though, it does get confusing when there are two people named Jane in the house.

''What do you expect me to do? Go out there, find Tim, and kick him in shitless?'' she stared at her daughter, then said, majestically ''I, am a retired woman. I deserve to be treated with respect. And that includes my opinions, right love?''

''Oh, mother!!''

''Don't you 'oh, mother' me!''

''Well'', Jane was improvising, she finally lost control of any sane conversation. ''I know! Michael! Do your speech your going to do about recycling batteries! You need the practice!'' The crowd, although not optimistic about hearing about the possibilities of batteries, preferred that to three hours of watching Gran's old videos in the butchers.

''Well, if I must...''. Michael walked to the front of the audience. He was the appendix of the family. He's there, but nobody really knows why. ''Ahem, ladies and gentlemen... and, Felix...''

Jane stumbled out of the room, rested her weary body on the chair lift, thinking on how her lovely, quirky daughter could turn out so posh.

''Did you know batteries are the servants of the technological world? They only do two things in life - they either live. OR THEY DIE...'' If anyone needed any proof on why Michael had an overactive imagination, this was it.

Jane, after thinking of what a weirdo Michael is, walked into poor Lavender's room, sat right beside the crying girl to comfort her.

''Hey, Lav. Don't cry, love. It's not that bad, this. You could've done a whole lot better than that, that Tim bloke!!''

''He said he loved me...' muttered Lavender into a shirt Tim had left one day after sleeping over there.

''Well, you can't trust men, can you? Can't trust anyone whose hair and eyebrows didn't match. You never caught a glimpse of his pubes, did you? I bet they didn't match either, that's what you get when you give your heart to a man named Tim''.

''I gave him my flower! He took my flower and shattered it to pieces!!''

''Is that what they call it these days...''

Lavender, sitting up on her bed, rested her head on her pillow as she looked, aimlessly through the window.

''Look, Lavvey. Remember the first time you went out with this Tim? I mentioned about all this shagging process, didn't I?''

Lavender chuckled. ''Mention it? I bet you made diagrams and all!''

''Well, I couldn't bring them over, couldn't I? You know what your mam's like. She thinks bondage is a way to make sure your tiles don't fall off the wall. But, let me tell you about Dai. Oh, yes. I called him Dai Gi Bach, y'know. Because his bollocks looked like two paw prints.'' Lavender's frown turned upside down, and gave a little giggle. ''Don't you laugh! Best buggering I ever had, from Dai Gi Bach! Pity he died. Would've liked to tug him off one more time before Death came, like...''

''GRAN!! How old are you??''

''Just because I'm nearly ninety eight, doesn't mean I can't suck a boy off like the rest of the slags on the street! Remember, Lav. I've been in three home-made movies, I have yes. But, oh. Dai Gi Bach was one shag to remember. Was Tim?''

''GRAN!!'' Lavender was really shocked. Whilst many grans will complain about how much bread has gone up, Jane would go on about teaching the whores in Cardiff how to give a proper one for more money. Lavender laughed at the question. ''He didn't, take my flower... he, sort of touched it...''

''Ah, a bit of fingering never hurt anyone! Well, apart from my cousin. Ah, she was a right harlot. She always did the spitroast at least twice a week. She even let my ol' boyfriend, Harry, park in her back alley! She was a right bitch...''

''What did you do, gran?'' Lavender was happier now, nobody can be upset when there's a gran like this around the place.

''Well, what can you do about it? Nothing. Apart from clamping nipple clamps onto her tits and connect them to an electricity pylon. She's a father now. Well, she was born a girl, then after the whole 'tit-to-electricity' thing, she turned into a man. Then, a year later, wanting to change back to womanhood, then another year later, she wanted to go back to a man! Typical woman!'' Lavender was in hysterics at this point. ''Oh, the real reason she had to turn back to a woman is because she got pregnant as a woman, all those spitroasts I expect. When she was giving birth, she was Steven, a bloke, like. Then, I remember being in the hospital, the doctors said to her ''the good news is, you have a healthy baby boy. The bad news is your cock has been blown off''.

Lavender, seemingly on a lifetime supply of laughing gas, composed herself, and looked into her wacky gran's eyes.

''You see, Lav. It doesn't matter what infertile thing that enters you. It's the fertile things you have to be weary of. I mean, God didn't put men on earth just to fuck constantly! Vibrators can't mow the lawn, you know. But, being serious now. Don't cry over him. It's his fault he'd rather a transvestite to a beautiful girl like you. Just be glad you don't have the cock. Must be a nightmare to run with that. I mean, if your boxers are loose, it'll be banging your legs all the time. And if that makes you have a hard one, then you'll be forever horny, wouldn't you?''

''Mother! I do not expect my daughter to hear about these things at such a young age!!'' Jane Junior eavesdropped on the conversation, thinking, but was upmost horrified at the mention of spitroasts. She was a vegan, after all. ''Lavender, come with me. Your salad's getting wet''.

''That's the only thing o'mine that WILL get wet for the moment...'' Lavender whispered to herself.

As they walked downstairs, Michael was finishing his second speech, and beginning his third.

''And that's how I will be the first person to touch MC Hammer. Next, I will give my theory on the man who invented fire...''

And Now, The Fun Stops.....

I've already made a few posts to a blog that I doubt anybody has read.

And, I've realized, I haven't introduced myself (now you understand the stupid title...).

Well, basically I call myself CrazyDistortion online. I came up with the name CrazyDistortion when I was thinking of a new username for my new BEBO (because I deleted my other one, along with some of the skins.... damn bastard BEBO... hehe). At the time I was a Devil May Cry 3 fanatic, and my favourate weapon was called "Nevan" (Hence my name also being "Nevaan" online... yes, I am THAT sad...), which was an electric guitar that shoots bats when you played a sweet, sweet melody. One of my favorite moves you can do with the Nevan is called Distortion. I tried that and it said that it was used up, which is a right bugger. So I remembered another move that I love killing demonic bastards with. Called the "Crazy Roll" (think of the guitarists in Fall Out Boy, but with bats flying around and electriciry shooting everywhere...). I took away the roll, and instead added distortion. And alas, gave birth to CrazyDistortion. (This was taken from a blog from my group on Bebo, called CrazyDistortiong Media, if you feel like becoming a fan, please feel free to search for the band). One main reason why I've stuck with CrazyDistortion is because, maybe it's just me who thinks this way, but it's like my identity now. I know it's not a famous thing, but it's raising, slowly but surely. 

For instance, on YouTube. Even though my username's NevanIWannaWii, I pretty much have CrazyDistortion in the tag line every time, so you'll know it's me. So far my videos have been viewed over ninety five thousand times collectively (I have fifteen videos, though three have been refused due to accidental copyright infringement), even if they've been up for a year now. It's obvious that the favorite is the  speeded up version of 'Misery Business' by Paramore. I've also had a lot of stick too, for the edit I have done of 'I Write Sins, Not Tragedies' by Panic At The Disco. In the title, I said it was edited (which is true), though I may have been misleading by saying this, because many people have believed I meant edited as in audio (bleeping out the swear words), at that moment of my life, I had no idea how to do it. Also, I didn't even think of the audio dubbing. All I concentrated on is the editing of the video. Luckily, many people have watched it and liked it. If you are offended by swear words and you have/are about to watch the video, please don't blaspheme me just because I didn't dub the audio. That will be greatly appreciated.

Then, once I left the video editing bug behind in its dusk of Windows Media Player, I carried on with the main thing I wanted to do in life - image editing. It has changed drastically over the year I've actually done it. This, again, is from the blog I posted on the 'CrazyDistortion Media' group on BEBO, though I might have corrected spelling mistakes or updated a few things.

The way I entered into the wonders of skin edits though is a different story (of course it is... the birth of Crazydistortion is not the same as actually making skins eh??). I got interested into photo editing when I saw my sister, Lowri, looking at one of the pictures one of her friends have jazzed up for her. It was brilliant like. I looked at it and was thinking "Yeah, I could do that". So the next day, I was on this program I just realised I had on the computer. It was called Picasa2. Though it is the most simplest editing program in existance, it was still a handy tool.

Then one day, everything changed. For the world of photo editing. For me. I found a program so good I could make the sun appear in someone's eye. This program is the man. Which is funnily called the GIMP (version 2.0 or higher). This program really set me off on all the photo editing possibilities. With more filters, more tint styles, I thought I was the best alive like. Until, I realized, I could go one better. Only one thing stood in my way... and for that... I needed PhotoShop.

Thanks to my uncle Graham (who is, like an brilliant person), I got PhotoShop. Now I can do the thing that the photo edit that Lowri's friend done for her made me want to do - colourise photos in more depth. At first I just had a look around, see what filters I could do with this titan of a program. Then it hit me. I have the godfather of the photo editing world at my fingertips (well in my hard-drive, but that's irrelevant like). Now I was churning photo edits like there was no later on (yes, it was that fast like this.... see told you it was fast). from that moment on I was making edits, while my friends were "proud owners" of brand-spanking new edits of themselves (I tried to make the girls more beautiful than normal, I tell you it was a hard thing to improve on such lovely ladies like.... he-he).

I know you are getting tired, but don't worry. I'm finishing soon like. One fine day, I was looking for a new skin and was thinking "*sigh* Oh I want to make my own skin..." and then I saw it, a link that says "Roll Your Own". So I read the specs of the skin, made up a quick skin on PhotoShop, changed the size of it on GIMP, uploaded it onto BEBO and hey presto... my first skin. I called it Black and White, because....erm.... it was a black and white skin?? It was shaite really. I wouldn't be suprise if someone commented on my profile saying "F**k off, you pansy!! Let the pros make the skins!!"

Then the rest went on from there really. Made new skins. Made new photo edits. My friends saying to me on MSN "Ga.... you know that awesome skin you made??.....Well, can you make me one on yadayadayayda please??" Hehe it was mad... =D

Then, after that, friend at the time said about advertising my skins and edits, that is the birth of the 'CrazyDistortion Media' band (now group, now you get why I keep calling it a band).

After a mad while of making skins for BEBO (I must admit, they were pretty rubbish compared to the ones I can do now), I created my first profile on an art social network (if that is what they are called). I started off with DeviantART (username's CrazyDistortion, again, if your interested). Nothing major has happened on it really. I have had at least one work added to somebody's favorites, but maybe they've taken it off now. Once I read in a magazine (full of PhotoShop tutorials, I admit) about a new website called RedBubble. Thhngs have (sort of) taken off now. My work (if that's what you can call them) is now viweable from Manchester to Melbourne. I know that could happen on BEBO, MySpace and the like, but on RedBubble, there's far more people that are into all sorts of art, and you can be sure when someone comments your work, it's not some wannabe joking around. I've had loads of comments and critique, and I've taken on the comments (hopefully) very well. There's a massive difference from my first attempt at a website design and my most recent one. I also have made some tee-shirt designs, which so far (to my knowledge) no-one has bought any yet. Lets hope in the near future, I'll make something out of it...

Aside from editing, and you can tell its a big part of my life, I am learning to play the bass and electric guitar. I've only started since Christmas of '07 with bass, and a month later with the guitar. To be frank, I suck. I am not learning to play guitar to be one of those guys who does nothing but guitar. I just feel like sometimes, its a good idea to express yourself musically. Though I know I'm not going to be on the same level as Herman Li, Slash or Tom Morello (you might've guessed that I play Guitar Hero too? I'll leave that for now...). Same as on bass. I just want to be able to play out some cool sounds. I can pretty much do half of songs on guitar, but can do whole songs on bass. But, then again, bass is easier than guitar...

Right, back to the Guitar Hero reference. I have GH 2 and 3 for the PS2, and the game says that I'm an expert. I can pretty much complete GH3 on expert (apart from Raining Blood.... bastard) and the same on GH2. Cherub Rock, Talk Dirty To Me and Before I Forget are my favorites from GH3, while I love the bass to Slow Ride. GH2 favorite's include Heart Shaped Box, Bad Reputation and War Pigs. I'll shut up about Guitar Hero for now..... =)....

I pretty much suck at other aspects of life. Take sports. My main sport is cricket. Bowling, I'm a demon at. Batting, I generally suck. That's all about cricket. I also enjoy playing rugby and football. Many people are surprised on the way I play rugby. I can play either wing or full back, but I'd like to think I'd do well in any position as long as it's in the backs. My strength in rugby is mainly running with the ball, while my weakness is tackling, though I did do one good tackle in a competition in my school last year. Football, I'm still in the attacking aspect of things (I'd say, anyways). Mainly a winger, I can play wing back or any attacking position (as long as you don't mind me not scoring so much).

Well, that's pretty much it really. Other than the vital statistics such as gender (I have a penis), birthday (hint - I have a sting in my tail...), and other things.... but they can keep.

I must apologize about two things though. One being how long this thing is. The other is the language. I'm from Wales, but as I am using Safari, it's saying that everything I type is wrong. As it's American (I believe), then some words will be different to the English dialect that I'm used to.

 Anyways, if anyone's read this, thank you for taking the time to read this very pointless blog. Might edit it to add some edits that I've done and links to my profiles. But for now....

Cyanide.

What? It's goodbye in any language!

Your Wrong, Ha! So Wrong! I Bet You Need A Hug Now!

And then, this happens.

As I swing my nine-iron in the warm sun in the paradise island, I started to wonder 'could it get better than this?'....

Then I thought 'of course it can!'.

Then, I turned off my sister's XBox, and came on here (I bet I didn't fool you then).

I'm in a rather weird mood, now.

If a wise man once said 'a man cannot live on bread alone', would he be a lyricist for a pop band today? And another thing, what does that mean? Does it basically say 'you need variety to live, fool'? Why can't Mr T say it? HE MAKES MORE SENSE, PEOPLE!!

Oh, another thing. If improvisational skills are good, then why do we have to practice it all the time?

Yeah, you can really tell I have no idea what I am on about...

Anyroad, it's a lovely boring day. My parent's are watching a documentary about the red light district, I've only just had food, and I wish I was in year seven in school, so I wouldn't have such a long and pointless holiday. GIVE ME LESSONS ANYDAY! =).

And Then, I Chuckled Some More......

Isn't it lovely? Isn't it wonderful?

Big Brother's off on one again. It's a surprise to me how they've managed to get so many people to do the show (please mind the sarcasm).

And, it's such teeth-grinding experience, isn't it?....

'Day thirty-two, of the big brother house.

Ten-Oh-Six, p.m.

Miranda has decided that she will brush her teeth. Mark and Tania are looking at Tom's arse. While Tim and Eric are having it off in the hot tub, as Jane masturbates whilst trying to conseil her orgasm face in a pillow.'

I mean, come on! What IS the point of it!? See how many pairs of tits we can in a series? Thirteen year old boys will probably bet on who'll 'get them out' first. 

I mean, isn't there more important things in life than watching, I don't know, too many people, sit on their arses for money, while I do it everyday and all I get is a numb arse? It's just stupid, man! That's like me going into Cardiff City Centre, flopping my penis out and masturbating outside Capitol AND EARNING MONEY FROM IT!! And believe me, it doesn't happen..... (joke. =).).

Well, that's my rant over. 

Peace out, dudes.