Yes, it's that time where the thaughts, feelings and misspellings of my life are shown on your monitor like some gutted fish being shagged by a dog on viagra. And yes, my metaphors, similies and comedy doesn't fair as good either. Ah well, why not.
So, started the A level courses today. Felt no different to AS. Just felt like the day everyone chose to bury any of the subjects to the cemetery of regrets or battle on in the fight of knowledge. Though for me I just decided to trundle on with the three subjects I have, since Art ditched me like an out-of-date condom. Ah well, at least I've still got my two sciences, and music tech, I have a feeling I'm gonna fuck that up so bad, I'd be lucky if I get a U in it.
Yeah, this is gonna be a short one, because for one, I really cannot be arsed. Two, there's no point. And three, I've got too much stuff on my mind to concentrate on anything funny to say. Other than Stuart Francis, funny dude. =).
Hwyl fawr am y tro, dudes.
Monday, June 08, 2009
Saturday, June 06, 2009
I've Got Wood...
Yeah, I've got some hard wood...... ceiling... hard wood ceiling.
Sorry for dissappointing you... =Z.
Ah well. For some reason everytime I see someone I know's blog, it makes me wanna write a blog, ah it's a bit like yawning, I suppose. Like when you talk about yawning, it makes you yawn apparently. I don't think reading about it works though. Unless you're reading this, so I guess you can yawn for Swansea, eh?
Ah, it's a saturday. And I just said that sentence in an Irish accent in my head. Ah, how I long to be an Irish sort o' fella. Or a rasta...
I won't lie to you, this blog entry is like a broken pensil.... it's pointless. Oh, I bet I made you like an egg and cracked you up with that.... but not with the egg one.... I guess it was off...
Oh yeah. I've seen a banjo with my very own eyes. I KNOW! They are like, totally cool. Aren't they tuned to like, fifths and guitars are like, well tuned to fourths? Oh, Em, Gee..... how did you know?...
Shit.. went all girlie girl. But I DID see a totally spiffing banjo. It sounds cool. And I saw my bass... that I wanna get anyways. And http://www.epiphone.com/default.asp?ProductID=209&CollectionID=5 is it. Yeah, I want the GOTH one. because it's CHEAPER. =). I have a sad life, I know that. Also, if you do click that link, go to the 'Goth 1958 Explorer'.... that's me guitar I've had my beadie eye on. Yes, I ive you permission to take the piss out of me because they do look slightly similar in design, but then again, look at millions of guitars and basses. That bloody Strat look. Grrrrr. And the Les Paul.... Let me tell you something.... I hate the LP shape. It's over-fudging-used, which contrasts to Briittney Spears' vocal usage in live shows... =). But like, yeah. Word up dude. I mean, take the Thunderbird (that's the bass, there is a guitar version called the Firebird. They were SOO inventive with the names. I like totally agree. Me too. Well that's lame. What? You don't have you're own opions? Yeah I do. Then prove it. What? Prove that you have your own opinions. Well, I have to STOP GOING GIRLIE GIRL. AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! Damn Family Guy, that's all that I'm saying...
Hey, just a random thought... anyone fancy coming to my house, so I can give you a Sharpie pen and you can write whatever you want on my bedroom walls?
.... And I bet you thought 'sharpie pen' was an euphimism. I've just looked up, and read things from my wall such as 'break wind not hearts', 'I ate Spider-Pig', and 'Mae en i calon lan. Inneh fach?'. Like, three years ago the only writing I had on my walls was, and I know you'll think I'm a sad arsehole with no life when I say this... ah right, here it goes... I wrote Guitar Hero scores on my wall. Only for the song 'Free Bird' mind. Please don't be mad. I promise not to be a sad arsehole again. I can't promise that I'll change the 'with no life' part of it. D'you forgive me? If not then if you taste something funny when you wake up... that's my spit. If you do forgive me then thanks honey. =). Then the whole writing things on walls went all over, from quotes taht I found funny (loads from Mock The Week) to random shit that people will say it's funny and they'll laugh. But they won't mean it. Because they are on to me... anyways. There's one thing that I've wrote on my wall that is like the truth of all that is caged in my bedroom of frankly shite thaughts....
'The writing on these walls definately proved I need a girlfriend'.
And yes, that quote deserves it's own line. Because it's true in all my writing sections of my life. Take this blog for instance. I've like written, how many blogs? Well, not including this one, ten. Ten blogs. And I've I had a life, I would've been outside, getting pissed and hoping for some action. But no. I wrote ten blogs. And the countless images I've edited and made. Shit. I've actually wasted my life on the internet and computer equipment. Man, what a sad thing to write. But in that case... why am I still typing? For that, I do not know....
Earlier on today, I tried to make a flash MySpace page. I failed. Like I did with my Physics exam. Booo to exams. Booo. I'm so extreme, I do booos with three O's, not two. Booo. Yeah. Hardcore is just mere sawdust compared to me when I type BOOO. Oh, I've just raised the stakes. I've raised the stakes just there. And Caps Lock was NOT even on. Not even on. Man, that quote on my wall is REALLY true... so's the big bold word 'SHUN the non-believers'. Yes. I like unicorns. Especially if one of them's named Charlie.
Charlie.... Chaaaarrrlie....... CHAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRLLLIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE........ WE'RE ON A BRIDGE CHARLIE!!'.
Oh, get a tan....
Ah well, this is long enough... for now.
Might as well make like a tampon and get out of this bloody hole.... =). One of my sister's ones.... jokes, I mean. Not tampons....
Ciao, bella.
Sorry for dissappointing you... =Z.
Ah well. For some reason everytime I see someone I know's blog, it makes me wanna write a blog, ah it's a bit like yawning, I suppose. Like when you talk about yawning, it makes you yawn apparently. I don't think reading about it works though. Unless you're reading this, so I guess you can yawn for Swansea, eh?
Ah, it's a saturday. And I just said that sentence in an Irish accent in my head. Ah, how I long to be an Irish sort o' fella. Or a rasta...
I won't lie to you, this blog entry is like a broken pensil.... it's pointless. Oh, I bet I made you like an egg and cracked you up with that.... but not with the egg one.... I guess it was off...
Oh yeah. I've seen a banjo with my very own eyes. I KNOW! They are like, totally cool. Aren't they tuned to like, fifths and guitars are like, well tuned to fourths? Oh, Em, Gee..... how did you know?...
Shit.. went all girlie girl. But I DID see a totally spiffing banjo. It sounds cool. And I saw my bass... that I wanna get anyways. And http://www.epiphone.com/default.asp?ProductID=209&CollectionID=5 is it. Yeah, I want the GOTH one. because it's CHEAPER. =). I have a sad life, I know that. Also, if you do click that link, go to the 'Goth 1958 Explorer'.... that's me guitar I've had my beadie eye on. Yes, I ive you permission to take the piss out of me because they do look slightly similar in design, but then again, look at millions of guitars and basses. That bloody Strat look. Grrrrr. And the Les Paul.... Let me tell you something.... I hate the LP shape. It's over-fudging-used, which contrasts to Briittney Spears' vocal usage in live shows... =). But like, yeah. Word up dude. I mean, take the Thunderbird (that's the bass, there is a guitar version called the Firebird. They were SOO inventive with the names. I like totally agree. Me too. Well that's lame. What? You don't have you're own opions? Yeah I do. Then prove it. What? Prove that you have your own opinions. Well, I have to STOP GOING GIRLIE GIRL. AAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH! Damn Family Guy, that's all that I'm saying...
Hey, just a random thought... anyone fancy coming to my house, so I can give you a Sharpie pen and you can write whatever you want on my bedroom walls?
.... And I bet you thought 'sharpie pen' was an euphimism. I've just looked up, and read things from my wall such as 'break wind not hearts', 'I ate Spider-Pig', and 'Mae en i calon lan. Inneh fach?'. Like, three years ago the only writing I had on my walls was, and I know you'll think I'm a sad arsehole with no life when I say this... ah right, here it goes... I wrote Guitar Hero scores on my wall. Only for the song 'Free Bird' mind. Please don't be mad. I promise not to be a sad arsehole again. I can't promise that I'll change the 'with no life' part of it. D'you forgive me? If not then if you taste something funny when you wake up... that's my spit. If you do forgive me then thanks honey. =). Then the whole writing things on walls went all over, from quotes taht I found funny (loads from Mock The Week) to random shit that people will say it's funny and they'll laugh. But they won't mean it. Because they are on to me... anyways. There's one thing that I've wrote on my wall that is like the truth of all that is caged in my bedroom of frankly shite thaughts....
'The writing on these walls definately proved I need a girlfriend'.
And yes, that quote deserves it's own line. Because it's true in all my writing sections of my life. Take this blog for instance. I've like written, how many blogs? Well, not including this one, ten. Ten blogs. And I've I had a life, I would've been outside, getting pissed and hoping for some action. But no. I wrote ten blogs. And the countless images I've edited and made. Shit. I've actually wasted my life on the internet and computer equipment. Man, what a sad thing to write. But in that case... why am I still typing? For that, I do not know....
Earlier on today, I tried to make a flash MySpace page. I failed. Like I did with my Physics exam. Booo to exams. Booo. I'm so extreme, I do booos with three O's, not two. Booo. Yeah. Hardcore is just mere sawdust compared to me when I type BOOO. Oh, I've just raised the stakes. I've raised the stakes just there. And Caps Lock was NOT even on. Not even on. Man, that quote on my wall is REALLY true... so's the big bold word 'SHUN the non-believers'. Yes. I like unicorns. Especially if one of them's named Charlie.
Charlie.... Chaaaarrrlie....... CHAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRLLLIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE........ WE'RE ON A BRIDGE CHARLIE!!'.
Oh, get a tan....
Ah well, this is long enough... for now.
Might as well make like a tampon and get out of this bloody hole.... =). One of my sister's ones.... jokes, I mean. Not tampons....
Ciao, bella.
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
How To Make The Most Dangerous Water Bomb... Innit.
You get some Frankium, you get it into an aeroplane, you fiy it to an ocean and drop the Frankium into the water. Then all you have to do is hope your aeroplane has some nitrous...
Yes, I have a Chemistry exam tomorrow. Why is it that I don't feel like I haven't got an exam?
Why is it that all I feel is that it's just another Chemistry work that I've got to work to, but without the help of any teachers? It's been the same in every exam I've done. From the exams in year three, all the way through to the one's in Sixth form. All I see them as is a piece of paper (which some of them are liars. Blank page, my arse), that I have to work through for a set amount of time. There's only been two exams that I've been nervous about, and both of them were for Welsh Oral in GCSE, and that's because (a) I talk utter bullshit, (b) I feel stupid talking about a subject that I have no feelings towards (that's for the language oral exam) and (c), nobody would really be interested in my opinions so why bother say them anyways? Anyroad, yep, in twelve hours, I'll be sat in the Uned in school, with everyone else going ''SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT CEMEG SHIT CEMEG'', and I'll be just sitting there, wondering why the fudge everyone's so nervous. And then, if I found the paper not bad, but then everyone else thinks it was the hardest thing since Viagra was injected into Titanium, it makes me doubt myself, and makes me feel shaite 'cause I feel big-headed. And there's this whole 'finishing way before the exam's finished' thing I have. Apart from the three exams I've done already (Music Technology and two Physics exams), I've finished every other exam I've done, way before the teacher says ''you have fifteen minutes remaining''. By then I've aready answered every question, read over them three times and counted every brick that faces me straight on. Ah well, I suppose it's better shitting myself before each exam. I do all that for the results day. Happy days.
Well, I'll be off, like the lights in my room. Ehehe.
Au revoir, dudes.
Yes, I have a Chemistry exam tomorrow. Why is it that I don't feel like I haven't got an exam?
Why is it that all I feel is that it's just another Chemistry work that I've got to work to, but without the help of any teachers? It's been the same in every exam I've done. From the exams in year three, all the way through to the one's in Sixth form. All I see them as is a piece of paper (which some of them are liars. Blank page, my arse), that I have to work through for a set amount of time. There's only been two exams that I've been nervous about, and both of them were for Welsh Oral in GCSE, and that's because (a) I talk utter bullshit, (b) I feel stupid talking about a subject that I have no feelings towards (that's for the language oral exam) and (c), nobody would really be interested in my opinions so why bother say them anyways? Anyroad, yep, in twelve hours, I'll be sat in the Uned in school, with everyone else going ''SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT CEMEG SHIT CEMEG'', and I'll be just sitting there, wondering why the fudge everyone's so nervous. And then, if I found the paper not bad, but then everyone else thinks it was the hardest thing since Viagra was injected into Titanium, it makes me doubt myself, and makes me feel shaite 'cause I feel big-headed. And there's this whole 'finishing way before the exam's finished' thing I have. Apart from the three exams I've done already (Music Technology and two Physics exams), I've finished every other exam I've done, way before the teacher says ''you have fifteen minutes remaining''. By then I've aready answered every question, read over them three times and counted every brick that faces me straight on. Ah well, I suppose it's better shitting myself before each exam. I do all that for the results day. Happy days.
Well, I'll be off, like the lights in my room. Ehehe.
Au revoir, dudes.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
"Warm Yourself By The Fire, Son. And The Morning Will Come Soon..."
To be fair, this has been a draft that just said 'To be fair,' in it for ages, might as well right something in it, eh?...
So, this time next week, I'd be done with my AS exams... for now. Have a feeling I'm going to resit them again. Music Tech, was shit. Physics, was shit. Chemistry, (will be) shit. Art, was shit (maybe because I got kicked out...). Ah well, I've become a massive failure since... well since I started Rhydfelen, to be fair...
I mean, in Evan James, I got one of the highest marks for Maths (well, overall I had a grade 5 and I had like 95% in one of the papers), Year nine, I had like, seventy percent... for my GCSE's I think I got sixty... though I understood all the work. What the piss is going on, dude? The only subject that has actually done the opposite is English. ENGLISH. Fuck, but anywho... even that's gone down the plughole, like a distressed stray pubic hair, flowing down the drain of uncertainty on the water of doubt. And yes, I've been watching too much Bill Bailey.
Another thing I've been doing too much is lying around, scratching.... I mean, listening to Rise Against... =).
For some weird reason, I've kinda gotten addicted to them. Them and Bullets and Octance... and Slipknot's new album. Yeah, I'm pretty sad...
My bass skill, I believe anyways, has gotten from novice to less-than-average. Yey. It's rather sad, but I can do Psychosocial on bass. Yes, it's not the hardest song in the world (because DragonForce's basslines are SO hard... which totally contrasts from their guitars...), but it's kinda raised my game... woo for me. Also, I've kinda turned into a slapper. That is, on the bass. Ah, I can only do one thing using slapping and popping technique, but I guess I can make it into a practice thing. Now all I got to do now is wait to become a bassist for a band that doesn't mind having a shaite bassist. =).
And I just realised.... how much I swear in blogs... It happens (and be glad I didin't use the phrase that involves feaces...). It's gonna be like what's happened with Green Day and Wal-Mart in the US, with the whole 'Green Day has a parental advicary label on it so we won't stock it' thing. We're fighting the system, dudes! FUCK PARENTAL ADVISORY! AND SPELLCHECKERS!!
I've just looked at the time... it's 23:23. Yey. That means I have like, ninety-six hours to revise Chemistry 2. I am really fucked.
Ah well. Should make like a hockey game and get the puck out of here...
I may return if my boredom desires it. But for now, I see a packet of borbouns that look rather seductive..... and edible....
So, this time next week, I'd be done with my AS exams... for now. Have a feeling I'm going to resit them again. Music Tech, was shit. Physics, was shit. Chemistry, (will be) shit. Art, was shit (maybe because I got kicked out...). Ah well, I've become a massive failure since... well since I started Rhydfelen, to be fair...
I mean, in Evan James, I got one of the highest marks for Maths (well, overall I had a grade 5 and I had like 95% in one of the papers), Year nine, I had like, seventy percent... for my GCSE's I think I got sixty... though I understood all the work. What the piss is going on, dude? The only subject that has actually done the opposite is English. ENGLISH. Fuck, but anywho... even that's gone down the plughole, like a distressed stray pubic hair, flowing down the drain of uncertainty on the water of doubt. And yes, I've been watching too much Bill Bailey.
Another thing I've been doing too much is lying around, scratching.... I mean, listening to Rise Against... =).
For some weird reason, I've kinda gotten addicted to them. Them and Bullets and Octance... and Slipknot's new album. Yeah, I'm pretty sad...
My bass skill, I believe anyways, has gotten from novice to less-than-average. Yey. It's rather sad, but I can do Psychosocial on bass. Yes, it's not the hardest song in the world (because DragonForce's basslines are SO hard... which totally contrasts from their guitars...), but it's kinda raised my game... woo for me. Also, I've kinda turned into a slapper. That is, on the bass. Ah, I can only do one thing using slapping and popping technique, but I guess I can make it into a practice thing. Now all I got to do now is wait to become a bassist for a band that doesn't mind having a shaite bassist. =).
And I just realised.... how much I swear in blogs... It happens (and be glad I didin't use the phrase that involves feaces...). It's gonna be like what's happened with Green Day and Wal-Mart in the US, with the whole 'Green Day has a parental advicary label on it so we won't stock it' thing. We're fighting the system, dudes! FUCK PARENTAL ADVISORY! AND SPELLCHECKERS!!
I've just looked at the time... it's 23:23. Yey. That means I have like, ninety-six hours to revise Chemistry 2. I am really fucked.
Ah well. Should make like a hockey game and get the puck out of here...
I may return if my boredom desires it. But for now, I see a packet of borbouns that look rather seductive..... and edible....
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