To You Cunts,
Merry Freakin' Christmas
From This Cunt.
Yeah, I smegging hate Christmas, and I smegging hate this time of year, but I do wish you lot all the best because I'm friendly like that.
Sunday 21 December 2014
Monday 15 December 2014
Bollocks
Naturally last week went by very slowly and was about as entertaining as rubbing my own face in raw sewage. I have to admit, it would be great fun to rub someone else's face in raw sewage, but that wouldn't make much of a difference to most of the people I know.
In contrast to the empty week, this weekend was almost eventful, which is why this post is a wee bit late. So what happened? well on Saturday I went to the House of Zed for the first time in forever. It started off being quite enjoyable, before I started getting bombarded by bollocks. The bollocks briefly settled down a few times, but it soon returned.
So what was the bollocks? It was mainly Zed talking absolute bollocks to try and stop me from becoming a musician in the British Armed Forces. I could understand her wanting me to not sign up if I was going to join the Infantry, but I'm going in to be a musician, I won't see much combat, and even so, the job brief states that during those times I'll be assisting the Army Medical Services.
After I don't know how much bollocks she ended up laying on me, I was able to work out the reason she started all this: she doesn't like the way the Army does things. I don't think she knows how the Army does things, likewise she thinks that I don't know how the Army does things, she also thinks I have an over-romanticised view on it all, and that I'd never get a woman in my life if I join.
One thing is true, I don't know how the Army does things, I only know what I have been told, and what I have read. But I think I know more about my chosen career choice than what she does. As for thesecond point, I do have a bit of a romantic view towards the Army, but not in the way she believes. Finally, for the last point, I always thought girls were looking for a knight in shining armour, I know for a fact that shining armour is bollocks, I'd much rather become the soldier in battle-worn Kevlar.
Her third point was then improved slightly by saying that she wouldn't expect girls in the Army to go for a submissive chap like me. I think quite the contrary, I imagine the girls in the Army would be fed up of having a man tell them what to do all day, every day, I think they'd appreciate the change. Anyway, the bollocks continued, and I tried to direct it at her, but my attempts failed.
After awhile, there was a pause. The pause didn't last very long, and when it ended the bollocks had changed into something completely different. She said I needed to stop falling in love with every girl I meet. I straight up told her that was bollocks,adding that in the time she had known me I had only fallen for one person: her. That ended ages ago, when she decided to spend a forty-five minute long Skype call telling me how big of a cunt I was.
I then had to explain to her why I fell for her, and I then said that it was a common occurrence. Here is a link to an article that explains everything. I don't know how reliable that website is, but that topic is at least touched on in various psychology books. if you read it you'll notice it that it's about falling for your therapist, which is what Zed used to be for me, and she helped me overcome my depression, before sending me back into it, albeit, only briefly.
It wasn't long before the bollocks went back to what it originally was, I was fighting a losing battle, but I'm not going to change just because she asked me to. Thankfully it was soon time for me to leave, and I was grateful to find at home that pizza was in the oven, and my favourite brother was visiting us so we could all sit down together and watch Guardians of the Galaxy, which I'd highly recommend for those of you who haven't yet seen it.
The next day was full of less bollocks, but I get the feeling, I'm going to feel the wrath of more this week, and maybe my angry ex-girlfriend Dana, will come and brutally murder me, which might be nice, or maybe Jade (an annoying dumbass from college) will murder me. Anyway, back to the original topic, I bought my old guitar back off my ex yesterday, it's in a better condition than I thought, but it needs a proper set-up, I've done the best I can and it still isn't right.
As to why this post wasn't posted yesterday, after I bought (and mostly set-up) that guitar, my favourite brother picked me up and so we went up to his and watched films. We only watched two, but we had to go pick his wife up from the train station after the first which took awhile, and then we all sat down to watch the second film while eating dinner.
So I have some film recommendations for those of you who haven't yet seen them: The Lego Movie, Porco Rosso, 40 Year Old Virgin, Frozen and Guardians of the Galaxy. Yes, I did just chose all the films I watched this week, I think all of them are awesome, and I get the feeling you'll like them all too. Enjoy!
In contrast to the empty week, this weekend was almost eventful, which is why this post is a wee bit late. So what happened? well on Saturday I went to the House of Zed for the first time in forever. It started off being quite enjoyable, before I started getting bombarded by bollocks. The bollocks briefly settled down a few times, but it soon returned.
So what was the bollocks? It was mainly Zed talking absolute bollocks to try and stop me from becoming a musician in the British Armed Forces. I could understand her wanting me to not sign up if I was going to join the Infantry, but I'm going in to be a musician, I won't see much combat, and even so, the job brief states that during those times I'll be assisting the Army Medical Services.
After I don't know how much bollocks she ended up laying on me, I was able to work out the reason she started all this: she doesn't like the way the Army does things. I don't think she knows how the Army does things, likewise she thinks that I don't know how the Army does things, she also thinks I have an over-romanticised view on it all, and that I'd never get a woman in my life if I join.
One thing is true, I don't know how the Army does things, I only know what I have been told, and what I have read. But I think I know more about my chosen career choice than what she does. As for thesecond point, I do have a bit of a romantic view towards the Army, but not in the way she believes. Finally, for the last point, I always thought girls were looking for a knight in shining armour, I know for a fact that shining armour is bollocks, I'd much rather become the soldier in battle-worn Kevlar.
Her third point was then improved slightly by saying that she wouldn't expect girls in the Army to go for a submissive chap like me. I think quite the contrary, I imagine the girls in the Army would be fed up of having a man tell them what to do all day, every day, I think they'd appreciate the change. Anyway, the bollocks continued, and I tried to direct it at her, but my attempts failed.
After awhile, there was a pause. The pause didn't last very long, and when it ended the bollocks had changed into something completely different. She said I needed to stop falling in love with every girl I meet. I straight up told her that was bollocks,adding that in the time she had known me I had only fallen for one person: her. That ended ages ago, when she decided to spend a forty-five minute long Skype call telling me how big of a cunt I was.
I then had to explain to her why I fell for her, and I then said that it was a common occurrence. Here is a link to an article that explains everything. I don't know how reliable that website is, but that topic is at least touched on in various psychology books. if you read it you'll notice it that it's about falling for your therapist, which is what Zed used to be for me, and she helped me overcome my depression, before sending me back into it, albeit, only briefly.
It wasn't long before the bollocks went back to what it originally was, I was fighting a losing battle, but I'm not going to change just because she asked me to. Thankfully it was soon time for me to leave, and I was grateful to find at home that pizza was in the oven, and my favourite brother was visiting us so we could all sit down together and watch Guardians of the Galaxy, which I'd highly recommend for those of you who haven't yet seen it.
The next day was full of less bollocks, but I get the feeling, I'm going to feel the wrath of more this week, and maybe my angry ex-girlfriend Dana, will come and brutally murder me, which might be nice, or maybe Jade (an annoying dumbass from college) will murder me. Anyway, back to the original topic, I bought my old guitar back off my ex yesterday, it's in a better condition than I thought, but it needs a proper set-up, I've done the best I can and it still isn't right.
As to why this post wasn't posted yesterday, after I bought (and mostly set-up) that guitar, my favourite brother picked me up and so we went up to his and watched films. We only watched two, but we had to go pick his wife up from the train station after the first which took awhile, and then we all sat down to watch the second film while eating dinner.
So I have some film recommendations for those of you who haven't yet seen them: The Lego Movie, Porco Rosso, 40 Year Old Virgin, Frozen and Guardians of the Galaxy. Yes, I did just chose all the films I watched this week, I think all of them are awesome, and I get the feeling you'll like them all too. Enjoy!
Sunday 7 December 2014
Party Number One & Party Number Two
This week hasn't been a very eventful one, however I did get quite a few things done, and my weekend was actually quite exciting. So why wasn't my week exciting? Well nothing happened, I went to college, I played guitar, and then I went back to bed. But come Friday, all the fun things started to happen.
Friday did start off slowly, I went to college, I did college things and then I came home, where I sat around doing nothing while I waited for a message over Skype. That message came just as I sat down to eat my dinner, and I was halfway through my post on Bronies UK. Things were about to get interesting, and so I scoffed down my food as fast as my tiny mouth would let me, and quickly typed up my last paragraph to my latest post.
Before I could finish doing all that, Nathan had arrived at my door, he was wondering what was taking me so long, and rushed me the rest of the way through. Once that was done we set off for party number one: his uncle's Birthday Party. Nothing much happened at party number one, and we bailed as soon as we had the chance. I did see my ex-girlfriend Tiegan there, who was looking pretty in her dress, and doing everything in her power to avoid eye-contact with me (which was to be expected), it was no surprise that she was there though, she lives at that house.
Once we bailed we ended up standing at a bus stop for about 40 minutes, it was boring as smeg but much more interesting than party number one. The bus came, and the mood soon lightened up and after about 20 minutes in the buss, and a 10 minute walk, we had finally arrived at party number two: the Greedy Pigs Christmas Party!
Annoyingly we arrived at party number two a little too early, the Piggies were all still finishing their desserts. A few of the Piggies had finished eating and so we mingled a little bit, but we still had to wait about 15 minutes before the main event kicked in. An AC/DC tribute band called Dirty Little Touch, they stuck to performing the Bon Scott era AC/DC stuff, and with me only being a casual fan of AC/DC, I didn't know much of that era, since the Brian Johnson songs are what they predominantly play on the radio.
Just before the band kicked in I started the first of what became three pints of whatever pale ale was on the tap. I've never really been much of a drinker, and so those three pints made me quite tipsy, and for the first time, I got myself drunk. I wasn't completely wankered, but I was still drunk nonetheless. And so, I don't remember much of what happened at the party, other than the fact I was actually on the dance floor, and judging by my neck in the morning, I must have been headbanging like there was no tomorrow.
We got back in from the party at about one O'clock in the morning, and the first thing we did was order a curry. I have to say, there is nothing quite like a Vindaloo at that time in the morning, It went down a charm, but when I woke up to do my papers at half-past-six, I regretted it, I got about two houses into my round before my arse started to build up a lot of pressure. It soon became hard to concentrate on walking in a straight line, delivering the right papers to the right houses and not shit myself.
Thankfully I managed to hold myself together long enough to get back to Nathan's house, where I was grateful to find that the downstairs toilet was right by the back door, and more importantly, unoccupied. This is where I realised that it was a very bad idea to choose a Vindaloo, magma was spewing from my arse, and tears were flooding from my eyes, but I didn't think that through when I decided what curry I was going to have, I should have just stuck with a Masala, something that wouldn't hurt coming out, but no, I had to be an idiot.
The pain didn't last long at least, I walked upstairs with stiff legs and flopped onto the bed Nathan had set up for me. I was fast asleep the second I had fought off the last of my clothes and by the time I woke up most of my pain had gone. I still felt groggy, and my neck was still stiff, but my arse felt great, that is until just before I went to bed that night, when I needed another dump.
Today was also quite entertaining, albeit, not particularly eventful. One event of today did strike me as odd though. A few weeks ago I went into B&M to buy WD40 (well, a cheap rip-off of WD40 which does the exact same things), I was ID'ed before U could buy it. Yet today I bought two bottles of beer, using a different cashier, and I didn't get ID'ed. can you see the problem there? I look fourteen and yet I wasn't ID'ed to buy booze? That was quite confusing, but it made me smile.
Friday did start off slowly, I went to college, I did college things and then I came home, where I sat around doing nothing while I waited for a message over Skype. That message came just as I sat down to eat my dinner, and I was halfway through my post on Bronies UK. Things were about to get interesting, and so I scoffed down my food as fast as my tiny mouth would let me, and quickly typed up my last paragraph to my latest post.
Before I could finish doing all that, Nathan had arrived at my door, he was wondering what was taking me so long, and rushed me the rest of the way through. Once that was done we set off for party number one: his uncle's Birthday Party. Nothing much happened at party number one, and we bailed as soon as we had the chance. I did see my ex-girlfriend Tiegan there, who was looking pretty in her dress, and doing everything in her power to avoid eye-contact with me (which was to be expected), it was no surprise that she was there though, she lives at that house.
Once we bailed we ended up standing at a bus stop for about 40 minutes, it was boring as smeg but much more interesting than party number one. The bus came, and the mood soon lightened up and after about 20 minutes in the buss, and a 10 minute walk, we had finally arrived at party number two: the Greedy Pigs Christmas Party!
Annoyingly we arrived at party number two a little too early, the Piggies were all still finishing their desserts. A few of the Piggies had finished eating and so we mingled a little bit, but we still had to wait about 15 minutes before the main event kicked in. An AC/DC tribute band called Dirty Little Touch, they stuck to performing the Bon Scott era AC/DC stuff, and with me only being a casual fan of AC/DC, I didn't know much of that era, since the Brian Johnson songs are what they predominantly play on the radio.
Just before the band kicked in I started the first of what became three pints of whatever pale ale was on the tap. I've never really been much of a drinker, and so those three pints made me quite tipsy, and for the first time, I got myself drunk. I wasn't completely wankered, but I was still drunk nonetheless. And so, I don't remember much of what happened at the party, other than the fact I was actually on the dance floor, and judging by my neck in the morning, I must have been headbanging like there was no tomorrow.
We got back in from the party at about one O'clock in the morning, and the first thing we did was order a curry. I have to say, there is nothing quite like a Vindaloo at that time in the morning, It went down a charm, but when I woke up to do my papers at half-past-six, I regretted it, I got about two houses into my round before my arse started to build up a lot of pressure. It soon became hard to concentrate on walking in a straight line, delivering the right papers to the right houses and not shit myself.
Thankfully I managed to hold myself together long enough to get back to Nathan's house, where I was grateful to find that the downstairs toilet was right by the back door, and more importantly, unoccupied. This is where I realised that it was a very bad idea to choose a Vindaloo, magma was spewing from my arse, and tears were flooding from my eyes, but I didn't think that through when I decided what curry I was going to have, I should have just stuck with a Masala, something that wouldn't hurt coming out, but no, I had to be an idiot.
The pain didn't last long at least, I walked upstairs with stiff legs and flopped onto the bed Nathan had set up for me. I was fast asleep the second I had fought off the last of my clothes and by the time I woke up most of my pain had gone. I still felt groggy, and my neck was still stiff, but my arse felt great, that is until just before I went to bed that night, when I needed another dump.
Today was also quite entertaining, albeit, not particularly eventful. One event of today did strike me as odd though. A few weeks ago I went into B&M to buy WD40 (well, a cheap rip-off of WD40 which does the exact same things), I was ID'ed before U could buy it. Yet today I bought two bottles of beer, using a different cashier, and I didn't get ID'ed. can you see the problem there? I look fourteen and yet I wasn't ID'ed to buy booze? That was quite confusing, but it made me smile.
Sunday 30 November 2014
Please Allow me to Reintroduce Myself
I have been gone for quite awhile now, I haven't actually been anywhere, but I haven't posted in awhile. This has been for two simple reasons, first of which is that my schedule has been completely thrown into disarray, and secondly, I have been rather down. Any, since I have been gone for awhile, I thought I'd take this opportunity to reintroduce myself, as it has been about ten months since my initial introduction, and I have gone through quite a lot of changes since then.
I'd like to start off by saying that I am still a typical teenage lad, full of just as much shit as every other teenage lad. At the same time I'm not a typical teenage lad, since I spend a large portion of my time pretending to be a cat. Doing so has given me the nickname Kitty, and doing so keeps me very entertained.
Probably the biggest change that has occurred since my initial post is my relationship status, I've gone from being in the mostly stable relationship I was in when we started, to being single and pretty much friendless, from there I gained friends, followed by what would have been another mostly stable relationship if her mother wasn't a fascist dictator, to being single again, during that stage I became a bit depressed. Once I cheered myself up again, I was able to thrust myself into a new relationship which started on Tuesday, and now I'm about ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure that I am single once again. Go me.
There have of course been other changes that have happened since my initial post. I have formed a band, with my mate Nathan, I have started teaching other friends to play guitar, and I've even started at Stoke College, allowing me to make a few new friends, lads who I'm sure I'd normally not even think about associating myself with, but now we're pretty good pals.
These changes aren't really anything worth reintroducing myself because of though are they? Not really, or at least I don't think so. I have however, gone through a few more changes that aren't so physical. Namely my dreams ambitions, and my personal motto(s) . Last time I posted this I was looking forward to becoming an Infantry Soldier in the British Armed Forces, I'm now aiming to be a Musician for the army instead.
So about my dreams, I can't remember what they were when I last posted, I also can't remember if I posted them. I do know they have changed, for my current dream is to have a fairy tale romance with a woman whom I love. Back in my initial post, I strongly believed I had that, but since that relationship ended quite painfully, I must have been wrong, Also looking back on it, it amazes me that I even believed that in the first place.
My ambitions are a bit less far fetched, I just want to make it as a musician, either in the army, or in a band, or as a teacher. I don't really want to do any other job, although I'd accept being a luthier. I'd like to record an album at least, Which I plan on doing just as soon as I work out how I'd go about recording the drums, and also after writing at least thirty-five minutes worth of material.
I'd also like to endorse a worthy guitar company, and hopefully receive my own signature model guitar. The sad part of that is that I've planned out all the specifications of the instrument I can think of. If the company I currently want to produce my signature guitar actually do it, It'd most likely end up being the most expensive instrument they produce, probably down to the simple fact it has a nitrocellulose lacquer.
I know that last time I posted this I said nothing about my motto, well that is because I didn't actually have one back then. I now have two. The first motto came from an interview that Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein did with Premier Guitar. He said, "You don't have to be a great musician to make great music." I don't know if he made that up on the spot, rehearsed it, or copied it from someone else, but I'll continue to cite that quote as his, because he is the one who said it (albeit indirectly) to me.
The other motto came to me a few weeks ago, just after I proved a point. I said a short phrase to a friend of mine which just stuck in my head and rang several bells, "I may not know much shit, but I know my shit." Chances are I would have forgotten it, but since I italicized the "my" it clung to me, the statement has been changed slightly, but the message remains the same, as long as I know and stay true to myself I'll be happy.
Of course knowing myself also means acknowledging a few weaknesses of mine, such as my fears, and the various other little things that drive me to ruin, one of which is currently trying to drag me to hell (metaphorically) as I type this, but I think I've got it under control. That little problem is my tendency to feed off small slivers of hope, usually when I grasp onto one I cheer up like mad, but take that away and I fall further into my darker self.
Either way, I sit here now, dreaming silly dreams, debating my own silly beliefs. And wondering if there really is a Squid God. Perhaps that should be a silly little goal of mine, create my own religion, a religion in which the followers worship squids, and maybe other cephalopods.
I have a lot to think about....
I'd like to start off by saying that I am still a typical teenage lad, full of just as much shit as every other teenage lad. At the same time I'm not a typical teenage lad, since I spend a large portion of my time pretending to be a cat. Doing so has given me the nickname Kitty, and doing so keeps me very entertained.
Probably the biggest change that has occurred since my initial post is my relationship status, I've gone from being in the mostly stable relationship I was in when we started, to being single and pretty much friendless, from there I gained friends, followed by what would have been another mostly stable relationship if her mother wasn't a fascist dictator, to being single again, during that stage I became a bit depressed. Once I cheered myself up again, I was able to thrust myself into a new relationship which started on Tuesday, and now I'm about ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure that I am single once again. Go me.
There have of course been other changes that have happened since my initial post. I have formed a band, with my mate Nathan, I have started teaching other friends to play guitar, and I've even started at Stoke College, allowing me to make a few new friends, lads who I'm sure I'd normally not even think about associating myself with, but now we're pretty good pals.
These changes aren't really anything worth reintroducing myself because of though are they? Not really, or at least I don't think so. I have however, gone through a few more changes that aren't so physical. Namely my dreams ambitions, and my personal motto(s) . Last time I posted this I was looking forward to becoming an Infantry Soldier in the British Armed Forces, I'm now aiming to be a Musician for the army instead.
So about my dreams, I can't remember what they were when I last posted, I also can't remember if I posted them. I do know they have changed, for my current dream is to have a fairy tale romance with a woman whom I love. Back in my initial post, I strongly believed I had that, but since that relationship ended quite painfully, I must have been wrong, Also looking back on it, it amazes me that I even believed that in the first place.
My ambitions are a bit less far fetched, I just want to make it as a musician, either in the army, or in a band, or as a teacher. I don't really want to do any other job, although I'd accept being a luthier. I'd like to record an album at least, Which I plan on doing just as soon as I work out how I'd go about recording the drums, and also after writing at least thirty-five minutes worth of material.
I'd also like to endorse a worthy guitar company, and hopefully receive my own signature model guitar. The sad part of that is that I've planned out all the specifications of the instrument I can think of. If the company I currently want to produce my signature guitar actually do it, It'd most likely end up being the most expensive instrument they produce, probably down to the simple fact it has a nitrocellulose lacquer.
I know that last time I posted this I said nothing about my motto, well that is because I didn't actually have one back then. I now have two. The first motto came from an interview that Doyle Wolfgang von Frankenstein did with Premier Guitar. He said, "You don't have to be a great musician to make great music." I don't know if he made that up on the spot, rehearsed it, or copied it from someone else, but I'll continue to cite that quote as his, because he is the one who said it (albeit indirectly) to me.
The other motto came to me a few weeks ago, just after I proved a point. I said a short phrase to a friend of mine which just stuck in my head and rang several bells, "I may not know much shit, but I know my shit." Chances are I would have forgotten it, but since I italicized the "my" it clung to me, the statement has been changed slightly, but the message remains the same, as long as I know and stay true to myself I'll be happy.
Of course knowing myself also means acknowledging a few weaknesses of mine, such as my fears, and the various other little things that drive me to ruin, one of which is currently trying to drag me to hell (metaphorically) as I type this, but I think I've got it under control. That little problem is my tendency to feed off small slivers of hope, usually when I grasp onto one I cheer up like mad, but take that away and I fall further into my darker self.
Either way, I sit here now, dreaming silly dreams, debating my own silly beliefs. And wondering if there really is a Squid God. Perhaps that should be a silly little goal of mine, create my own religion, a religion in which the followers worship squids, and maybe other cephalopods.
I have a lot to think about....
Sunday 28 September 2014
Spit and Polish, Iron, Iron, Iron
So I have spent quite a lot of time this week polishing my boots. Normally I wouldn't bother with such a thing since I put my footwear through quite a lot and it seems like wasted effort to do such a thing. That has now changed since I have taken up an Army Preparation Course, and since we were issued our uniforms last week, I now have to make sure everything looks neat and tidy. Which also means ironing, something I have never even attempted before.
Anyway, I done a lot of polishing, and I can now say that my boots have been bulled quite nicely. Of course there is still a lot of work to do on them, they will take a few weeks before they start to glow, but they do look very sexy as it is. I'm also finding the whole process of polishing my boots to be quite a relaxing one. Ironing on the other hand...
So about twenty minutes ago I touched an iron for the first time in my life, yes I'm eighteen years old and I have never even touched an iron, let alone used one. I found the entire process to be the most infuriating thing imaginable, I now just want to smash things apart with a sledge hammer, but the effort involved in getting a sledge hammer is too much, and I might get my gloriously shiny boots dirty.
If you haven't guessed, I've become very protective over my boots. But that isn't the only fashion related thing that bugs me. In college we have to wear a bright red lanyard, and we have to wear it on the outside of whatever else we're wearing. In the case of the APC students, like myself, we have to wear it over a dark green jumper. Bright red lanyard, over a dark green jumper. The colour combination is so absurd it makes my eyeballs melt. It would be alright if there was something to separate the colours, or some red on my jumper (like everyone else but me has), but there isn't, so I'm stuck complaining about the colours of my attire.
This is going to be quite a short post because I haven't done anything, other than complain about my uniform, and fight with it.
Anyway, I done a lot of polishing, and I can now say that my boots have been bulled quite nicely. Of course there is still a lot of work to do on them, they will take a few weeks before they start to glow, but they do look very sexy as it is. I'm also finding the whole process of polishing my boots to be quite a relaxing one. Ironing on the other hand...
So about twenty minutes ago I touched an iron for the first time in my life, yes I'm eighteen years old and I have never even touched an iron, let alone used one. I found the entire process to be the most infuriating thing imaginable, I now just want to smash things apart with a sledge hammer, but the effort involved in getting a sledge hammer is too much, and I might get my gloriously shiny boots dirty.
If you haven't guessed, I've become very protective over my boots. But that isn't the only fashion related thing that bugs me. In college we have to wear a bright red lanyard, and we have to wear it on the outside of whatever else we're wearing. In the case of the APC students, like myself, we have to wear it over a dark green jumper. Bright red lanyard, over a dark green jumper. The colour combination is so absurd it makes my eyeballs melt. It would be alright if there was something to separate the colours, or some red on my jumper (like everyone else but me has), but there isn't, so I'm stuck complaining about the colours of my attire.
This is going to be quite a short post because I haven't done anything, other than complain about my uniform, and fight with it.
Monday 22 September 2014
A Big Box of Loud
Yet another week at college, only this one had some excitement in it. Not much mind, but excitement is excitement nonetheless. I also had an incredible weekend and I even made a new friend last week. I think I may have lost a friend, my most important friend, but I get the feeling that will all sort itself out soon enough.
Anyway I'm going to start with my little adventure in college, it wasn't really much of an adventure though, but it was a small amount of excitement. Our tutor decided that with the weather being so nice, it would be a great idea to take us up the Roaches. It what a day it was, especially when one of our group decided to jump off a rock shouting "catch me Josh!" only to land, flat on her face, no where near Josh.
That was actually the highlight of that day, other events weren't quite as entertaining. Although it was fun knowing that Kyle hurt himself, and it was also satisfying to sit atop the trig point eating a jam sandwich. It really was a good jam sandwich too.
Then came Wednesday, which was the awesome day that allowed me to make a new friend. It's not an interesting story, so I'm going to skip through it, meaning I can get onto the interesting bit that follows. Anyway I was at Nathan's house, as per usual on a Wednesday, when suddenly his cousin comes around, with her friend. She asked for guitar lessons, we gave her guitar lessons, we made a date for next time and then they left.
Friday was the next lesson, once I came in from college, I went to Nathan's, and then we walked up to his cousin's house and waited for her to get back from school. While we waited, we showed off our musical skills to her siblings, and once she arrived we just wound her up about her friend who she had brought over to Nath's on Wednesday.
The winding up was the usual deal of, me and Nath taking it in turns to say how much we'd "like to give her one" (which we wouldn't actually do to someone of her age). But at one point, she got rather annoyed with us and decided it would be better for me to just "shut up and play guitar." Four chords later, I wrote a song about how much I'd like to "give her friend one." It may have only been two verses, but a song is a song nonetheless.
That aside, Saturday soon came around, and when it did, I went out and bought myself a new bass amp, big enough for small gigs. Before I bought it, I had a quick go of it at a friends house, for I was buying it off him, and I looked at the dials and thought, "volume 3 should be low enough," I played a low E note and next thing I knew, everything shook. I quickly muted the note, and everything continued to shake for another few seconds.
I then turned everything down to 1 and tried playing something, this time only the cutlery in the kitchen draws shook. Even at it's lowest settings that amp is insanely loud, I played a few famous bass lines that I could think of, and a few not so famous ones which I like to show off with. It didn't take me long to decide that I like that amp, so I happily paid for it.
Once that was set up in Nathan's garage, he got a little jealous. I was happily playing through my 100 watt Trace Elliot amp, and he was stuck with a puny 30 watt Marshall. A solution quickly came, and we then went up to his uncles house to borrow his 100 watt guitar amp. We had it set up in no time, and then we started jamming, very loudly, in his garage through these insanely awesome amps.
Annoyingly it soon became time for our Ghost Hunt, which was more like a test of courage, which we failed. Unfortunately, before we could do that Ghost Hunt, we had to pack up the amps, which meant carrying them out of the garage without scratching one of his dads expensive bikes, then carrying them through a narrow passage without letting the animals escape, and then finally carrying them upstairs into his room.
The next day we brought the amps back down into the garage, as I'm pretty sure you expected, and jammed once more. There was a slight difference with this jam though: we were in Drop D tuning. After a few minutes of aimless, nonsensical playing, we had a proper jam on the go, and soon we had the bass and guitar parts for a song, this included three guitar solos. Now we just need to get a drum kit set up in that garage and we'll be sorted, and even have a drum track on the go. I'd also like to add that I even wrote lyrics to that song out this morning and I've called it Dearest Friend of Mine, and no, the song isn't as pleasant as the title suggests.
Anyway I'm going to start with my little adventure in college, it wasn't really much of an adventure though, but it was a small amount of excitement. Our tutor decided that with the weather being so nice, it would be a great idea to take us up the Roaches. It what a day it was, especially when one of our group decided to jump off a rock shouting "catch me Josh!" only to land, flat on her face, no where near Josh.
That was actually the highlight of that day, other events weren't quite as entertaining. Although it was fun knowing that Kyle hurt himself, and it was also satisfying to sit atop the trig point eating a jam sandwich. It really was a good jam sandwich too.
Then came Wednesday, which was the awesome day that allowed me to make a new friend. It's not an interesting story, so I'm going to skip through it, meaning I can get onto the interesting bit that follows. Anyway I was at Nathan's house, as per usual on a Wednesday, when suddenly his cousin comes around, with her friend. She asked for guitar lessons, we gave her guitar lessons, we made a date for next time and then they left.
Friday was the next lesson, once I came in from college, I went to Nathan's, and then we walked up to his cousin's house and waited for her to get back from school. While we waited, we showed off our musical skills to her siblings, and once she arrived we just wound her up about her friend who she had brought over to Nath's on Wednesday.
The winding up was the usual deal of, me and Nath taking it in turns to say how much we'd "like to give her one" (which we wouldn't actually do to someone of her age). But at one point, she got rather annoyed with us and decided it would be better for me to just "shut up and play guitar." Four chords later, I wrote a song about how much I'd like to "give her friend one." It may have only been two verses, but a song is a song nonetheless.
That aside, Saturday soon came around, and when it did, I went out and bought myself a new bass amp, big enough for small gigs. Before I bought it, I had a quick go of it at a friends house, for I was buying it off him, and I looked at the dials and thought, "volume 3 should be low enough," I played a low E note and next thing I knew, everything shook. I quickly muted the note, and everything continued to shake for another few seconds.
I then turned everything down to 1 and tried playing something, this time only the cutlery in the kitchen draws shook. Even at it's lowest settings that amp is insanely loud, I played a few famous bass lines that I could think of, and a few not so famous ones which I like to show off with. It didn't take me long to decide that I like that amp, so I happily paid for it.
Once that was set up in Nathan's garage, he got a little jealous. I was happily playing through my 100 watt Trace Elliot amp, and he was stuck with a puny 30 watt Marshall. A solution quickly came, and we then went up to his uncles house to borrow his 100 watt guitar amp. We had it set up in no time, and then we started jamming, very loudly, in his garage through these insanely awesome amps.
Annoyingly it soon became time for our Ghost Hunt, which was more like a test of courage, which we failed. Unfortunately, before we could do that Ghost Hunt, we had to pack up the amps, which meant carrying them out of the garage without scratching one of his dads expensive bikes, then carrying them through a narrow passage without letting the animals escape, and then finally carrying them upstairs into his room.
The next day we brought the amps back down into the garage, as I'm pretty sure you expected, and jammed once more. There was a slight difference with this jam though: we were in Drop D tuning. After a few minutes of aimless, nonsensical playing, we had a proper jam on the go, and soon we had the bass and guitar parts for a song, this included three guitar solos. Now we just need to get a drum kit set up in that garage and we'll be sorted, and even have a drum track on the go. I'd also like to add that I even wrote lyrics to that song out this morning and I've called it Dearest Friend of Mine, and no, the song isn't as pleasant as the title suggests.
Monday 15 September 2014
I'm Not Okay
Well Another goodbye to yet another event free week, and a big hello to what will probably be yet another event free. I feel like talking about some vaguely philosophical mumbo-jumbo, because I'm just in one of those pretty crap moods when you question pretty much everything that is or isn't or might be or might not be. So if you're in one of those moods also, I invite you to read this post.
I'm just going to jump to the point and question the general stupidity of the mundane. Why must we live such a boring life? I'm sure there are much more interesting things to be doing, and yet here I am writing complete and total balls on a weekly basis, and you're reading it probably by accident. Either way, you're reading this, and that's all that counts.
So why is it that I'm stuck here writing this balls, and you're reading it? Why can't one of us or all of us be off on some grand adventure? The answer is simple enough really. Money. It's the root of all our problems, we can't go on a grand adventure, because we need money to do so, and if we're adventuring, we're not making money to live.
It just adds to the bollocks, there are billions of lifeforms on this planet, and as humans we are the only one of them that requires money to live. And so I'm stuck here, after a long day at college which I need to attend so I can prepare to make money to live off. Which leaves me with a lack of time to enjoy socialising, and creating interesting stories to write about, because all my friends are doing the same damn thing, and none of us can get any free time together because our schedules clash.
Well now I've answered my question, and if you're question was what I thought it was I've answered that too. So yes, I'm in a bad mood because I feel like my most important friendship is going to throw itself into the abyss. Of course I could always make new friendships in college or when I leave college to get a job. But I've only just gained the friendships I've got, and I've settled into them nicely, but now the one I deem to be the most important, is fading away due to this cursed scheduling.
So in short: screw college. Screw time. Screw money. Screw schedules. Screw this. Screw that. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera...
I'm just going to jump to the point and question the general stupidity of the mundane. Why must we live such a boring life? I'm sure there are much more interesting things to be doing, and yet here I am writing complete and total balls on a weekly basis, and you're reading it probably by accident. Either way, you're reading this, and that's all that counts.
So why is it that I'm stuck here writing this balls, and you're reading it? Why can't one of us or all of us be off on some grand adventure? The answer is simple enough really. Money. It's the root of all our problems, we can't go on a grand adventure, because we need money to do so, and if we're adventuring, we're not making money to live.
It just adds to the bollocks, there are billions of lifeforms on this planet, and as humans we are the only one of them that requires money to live. And so I'm stuck here, after a long day at college which I need to attend so I can prepare to make money to live off. Which leaves me with a lack of time to enjoy socialising, and creating interesting stories to write about, because all my friends are doing the same damn thing, and none of us can get any free time together because our schedules clash.
Well now I've answered my question, and if you're question was what I thought it was I've answered that too. So yes, I'm in a bad mood because I feel like my most important friendship is going to throw itself into the abyss. Of course I could always make new friendships in college or when I leave college to get a job. But I've only just gained the friendships I've got, and I've settled into them nicely, but now the one I deem to be the most important, is fading away due to this cursed scheduling.
So in short: screw college. Screw time. Screw money. Screw schedules. Screw this. Screw that. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera...
Sunday 7 September 2014
They Call Me Kitty
This week I started college, which wasn't as bad as I was expecting it to be. I even have the class call me Kitty, which is awesome! I finally have people call me by a nickname. Believe it or not that is probably the most interesting thing that has happened this week, I have gained a nickname. Anyway, it's not actually much of a story, and nothing of interest has happened at college for me yet.
So on a completely unrelated note, I'm just going to talk about this weeks disappointment. In a way this disappointment was a bit of a relief, but it was still disappointing. Anyway, on Tuesday, I once again confessed my love to Zed, which she naturally just shrugged aside and ignored, as she has done that last X times. The next day out of the blue she invites me to stay the weekend, which filled me with a nice amount of false hope.
As you can probably guess I was expecting her to either obliterate me the way she did Ash and crush all my current hopes, or I was expecting her to have a mad pro-con debate with me about whether or not she should date me, and hopefully say yes in the end.
But no, nothing of the sort happened, we just sat around playing guitar, then we made a pizza (and ate it), then we continues to play guitar for another few hours. Once we had finished playing guitar we lay down together on the sofa bed, once more raising my hopes slightly, and watched a TV program about phone sex.
It felt like I got somewhere that night, but I'm pretty damn sure I didn't, and I still went to bed with a big smile, until the fish-tank's light went out and I was surrounded by scary darkness. The next day even less happened, two hours after we woke up, about the sort of time we, as teenagers, finally actually woke up, her mother returned from her weekend away. Meaning I couldn't progress further.
After that I ended up meeting her dog, who has always been kept away from me, because he's usually evil and I'm terrified of dogs, but as it turned out, Merlin wasn't as bad as I was expecting. Although I still don't feel comfortable around him. On top of that I also met her dad, who likes me, and for that reason alone, I'm very wary of him...
So on a completely unrelated note, I'm just going to talk about this weeks disappointment. In a way this disappointment was a bit of a relief, but it was still disappointing. Anyway, on Tuesday, I once again confessed my love to Zed, which she naturally just shrugged aside and ignored, as she has done that last X times. The next day out of the blue she invites me to stay the weekend, which filled me with a nice amount of false hope.
As you can probably guess I was expecting her to either obliterate me the way she did Ash and crush all my current hopes, or I was expecting her to have a mad pro-con debate with me about whether or not she should date me, and hopefully say yes in the end.
But no, nothing of the sort happened, we just sat around playing guitar, then we made a pizza (and ate it), then we continues to play guitar for another few hours. Once we had finished playing guitar we lay down together on the sofa bed, once more raising my hopes slightly, and watched a TV program about phone sex.
It felt like I got somewhere that night, but I'm pretty damn sure I didn't, and I still went to bed with a big smile, until the fish-tank's light went out and I was surrounded by scary darkness. The next day even less happened, two hours after we woke up, about the sort of time we, as teenagers, finally actually woke up, her mother returned from her weekend away. Meaning I couldn't progress further.
After that I ended up meeting her dog, who has always been kept away from me, because he's usually evil and I'm terrified of dogs, but as it turned out, Merlin wasn't as bad as I was expecting. Although I still don't feel comfortable around him. On top of that I also met her dad, who likes me, and for that reason alone, I'm very wary of him...
Sunday 31 August 2014
Piggin'
As the title suggests I went Piggin' this weekend, I'm also going to presume that you have no idea what I mean by that. It's actually quite simple, I went to Another Piggin' Rally run by the Greedy Pigs M.C.C and it was absolutely amazing! I even had the pleasure of making a few new friends and drinking a bastard tonne of Monster.
So if you're wondering why an idiotic wannabe author, who is about as shy as they come, ended up going on a bike rally it's simply because my awesome mate Nath invited me. As it just so happens to be, his parents are both members of the Greedy Pigs, and so they had to go up to help out, naturally bringing Nathan with them, who decided it would be a good idea to bring me also.
I'm so glad he did, I had a blast!
Thursday wasn't that interesting since it was just setting everything up and preparing for the rally. Friday and Saturday however were awesome once everything kicked in. I have to say we were all a bit worried on Friday, there wasn't anyone arriving until about half-past-three in the afternoon. Usually people start arriving from seven in the morning, but not this time, some of the Greedy Pigs were thinking about shutting the rally down, but news on the radio said there had been a major accident on one of the A roads, which was the primary access point to the rally. Bad news to most people, but not for the Pigs, it just meant people were held up, and not abandoning us.
Once people arrived there were all sorts of laughs to be had, I even had my face painted up to look like a cat, so I could be a bit more convincing when I meow at random passers by, and look even creepier when standing on the side of the road waving at cars and keeping a mental count of how many dirty looks/middle fingers/waves/honks we received. I think we almost caused a few crashes that day, but we didn't so all's well that ends well.
In the end me and Nath got a free tent, because some idiots left a perfectly good, brand new, two-man tent behind. So me and Nath claimed it, meaning next time we don't have to use that over-sized tent that we used this time.
I've definitely enjoyed this weekend, I even have a few people now who only know me as Kitty, which is excellent. My next step is to start introducing myself around college as Kitty, conveniently enough I start tomorrow, so I may soon have this as an official nickname.
So if you're wondering why an idiotic wannabe author, who is about as shy as they come, ended up going on a bike rally it's simply because my awesome mate Nath invited me. As it just so happens to be, his parents are both members of the Greedy Pigs, and so they had to go up to help out, naturally bringing Nathan with them, who decided it would be a good idea to bring me also.
I'm so glad he did, I had a blast!
Thursday wasn't that interesting since it was just setting everything up and preparing for the rally. Friday and Saturday however were awesome once everything kicked in. I have to say we were all a bit worried on Friday, there wasn't anyone arriving until about half-past-three in the afternoon. Usually people start arriving from seven in the morning, but not this time, some of the Greedy Pigs were thinking about shutting the rally down, but news on the radio said there had been a major accident on one of the A roads, which was the primary access point to the rally. Bad news to most people, but not for the Pigs, it just meant people were held up, and not abandoning us.
Once people arrived there were all sorts of laughs to be had, I even had my face painted up to look like a cat, so I could be a bit more convincing when I meow at random passers by, and look even creepier when standing on the side of the road waving at cars and keeping a mental count of how many dirty looks/middle fingers/waves/honks we received. I think we almost caused a few crashes that day, but we didn't so all's well that ends well.
In the end me and Nath got a free tent, because some idiots left a perfectly good, brand new, two-man tent behind. So me and Nath claimed it, meaning next time we don't have to use that over-sized tent that we used this time.
I've definitely enjoyed this weekend, I even have a few people now who only know me as Kitty, which is excellent. My next step is to start introducing myself around college as Kitty, conveniently enough I start tomorrow, so I may soon have this as an official nickname.
Sunday 24 August 2014
HEAVY SMEGGING METAL!!!!! (and various other genres)
I'm just going to be frank and simply say that this week hasn't been particularly good. In fact it's welcomed my old friend depression back into my life with open arms, and even decided it was time for me to feel ill. I do however have at least one good thing to say about this week, so instead of returning this blog to it'd old ways of documenting my depression, I'm going to focus on the cool bit.
This week came with four gifts, first and foremost being my brothers entire CD collection which includes quite a lot of CD's I was also given the CD cabinet to stick everything in. Included in the CD collection are some albums I've been wanting for quite some time such as The Wall, Moving Pictures and Dance of Death. Unfortunately I haven't found Master of Reality or Killer yet, but I've only briefly scanned. I have however found a signed copy of Dirty Diamonds by Alice Cooper, so I'm not complaining.
The next gift I received was a customised 100 watt Marshall amplifier. It's had the mesh kicked in, but it's had the capacitors replaced meaning it works at an obscenely high volume without having that annoying "Signature Marshall Hum" which I'm not a big fan of. There are however two problems with the amp, firstly it doesn't do quiet, so It very loud and quickly deafens you when you stand in such a small room (like my own), and secondly it doesn't work without the pedal board.
Coincidentally the pedal board was the third gift, annoyingly it isn't Velcro'd down so the pedals move a little, it has also been customised to smeg so that nothing is as labelled. It does however include a distortion pedal, a wah-wah, a delay pedal, a tremolo pedal, a flanger, a volume, and another random pedal which is used to turn on the flanger and tremolo. It's a lot of fun to use, but it's experimental and it doesn't provide the sounds I want which is a shame. There is also a compressor on there which is permanently active to stop the amp from exploding, and also a foot switch for controlling the amp (which has been customised to smeg like the pedal board) .
The final gift, is my favourite, it's an ESP LTD MH-201, it's such a nice guitar featuring most of what I like about guitars. It features 24 frets and a floating tremolo bridge, which is perfect for some of the songs I've been wanting to use, since my other guitar has 22 frets and a Bigsby bridge, and unfortunately you can't dive-bomb with a Bigsby. That guitar is a lot of fun to play with, and it has been set up so perfectly, but there are a few minor imperfections in it's finish and feel.
Thanks to my gifts I don't think my neighbours like me much anymore, but screw them, I'm a musician they aren't meant to like me. Anyway I'm not sure how long the guitar, amp and pedal board will be in my possession since I'm only supposed to be looking after them. I'm actually surprised I was able to convince my brother to let me look after the ESP let alone everything else, which he sort of just dumped on me, I was however, expecting the CD's, and there are a lot of good ones in that selection.
This week came with four gifts, first and foremost being my brothers entire CD collection which includes quite a lot of CD's I was also given the CD cabinet to stick everything in. Included in the CD collection are some albums I've been wanting for quite some time such as The Wall, Moving Pictures and Dance of Death. Unfortunately I haven't found Master of Reality or Killer yet, but I've only briefly scanned. I have however found a signed copy of Dirty Diamonds by Alice Cooper, so I'm not complaining.
The next gift I received was a customised 100 watt Marshall amplifier. It's had the mesh kicked in, but it's had the capacitors replaced meaning it works at an obscenely high volume without having that annoying "Signature Marshall Hum" which I'm not a big fan of. There are however two problems with the amp, firstly it doesn't do quiet, so It very loud and quickly deafens you when you stand in such a small room (like my own), and secondly it doesn't work without the pedal board.
Coincidentally the pedal board was the third gift, annoyingly it isn't Velcro'd down so the pedals move a little, it has also been customised to smeg so that nothing is as labelled. It does however include a distortion pedal, a wah-wah, a delay pedal, a tremolo pedal, a flanger, a volume, and another random pedal which is used to turn on the flanger and tremolo. It's a lot of fun to use, but it's experimental and it doesn't provide the sounds I want which is a shame. There is also a compressor on there which is permanently active to stop the amp from exploding, and also a foot switch for controlling the amp (which has been customised to smeg like the pedal board) .
The final gift, is my favourite, it's an ESP LTD MH-201, it's such a nice guitar featuring most of what I like about guitars. It features 24 frets and a floating tremolo bridge, which is perfect for some of the songs I've been wanting to use, since my other guitar has 22 frets and a Bigsby bridge, and unfortunately you can't dive-bomb with a Bigsby. That guitar is a lot of fun to play with, and it has been set up so perfectly, but there are a few minor imperfections in it's finish and feel.
Thanks to my gifts I don't think my neighbours like me much anymore, but screw them, I'm a musician they aren't meant to like me. Anyway I'm not sure how long the guitar, amp and pedal board will be in my possession since I'm only supposed to be looking after them. I'm actually surprised I was able to convince my brother to let me look after the ESP let alone everything else, which he sort of just dumped on me, I was however, expecting the CD's, and there are a lot of good ones in that selection.
Monday 18 August 2014
Fun in Hanley!
Last week I had the great pleasure of going to Hanley with Zed and Nath. During that trip I was able to demo a Gretsch G5420T Electromatic and I even offended myself and more importantly I offended two fourteen year-old girls. I also went up to Hanley another time (just with Nathan that time) to sell my Xbox, and get judged by many people along the way.
About the Gretsch, I fell in love with that beauty the moment I touched it. The best part was that the guys at the shop loaded the amp up with a nice amount of drive. This gave the usually clean Gretsch a nice amount of filthy sound, perfect for playing Black Sabbath, Burzum and the shit I write, I might even add that the staff at that store were quite impressed with the song I played for them.
Whilst in Hanley that day I met two fourteen year-old girls, one of which was wearing an obscenely lacey choker. So me being the bastard that I am decided to tell her that garters aren't supposed to be worn that way. This confused the poor little girl, she apparently didn't know what a garter was and I then had to explain to her what a garter was. After I had finished explaining everything she took the "garter" off, and me, Nath and Zed walked away laughing.
Te next trip up to Hanley involved getting judged by pretty much everyone we walked near. The best one was the slutty looking girl who bet that me and Nath weren't real rockers. To which I responded by ripping them in my Bronies UK post, after of course holding Nath back to stop him from obliterating them.
The only other event of interest, was that I was given some nice things from Nath, one of them being a pair of leather trousers, another being a G3 Sweetie Belle toy and the last being a denim cut-off jacket, which I have taken to a bloke in Hanley to have the Rush 2112 album cover airbrushed onto the back of it, and I'm collecting it tomorrow.
Anyway my week has been quite a fun one for me, I can't really be bothered to type about it all since I'm writing with one hand and eating a massive pink lollipop with the other. It's a damn tasty lollipop, but I don't know how long it'll last.
About the Gretsch, I fell in love with that beauty the moment I touched it. The best part was that the guys at the shop loaded the amp up with a nice amount of drive. This gave the usually clean Gretsch a nice amount of filthy sound, perfect for playing Black Sabbath, Burzum and the shit I write, I might even add that the staff at that store were quite impressed with the song I played for them.
Whilst in Hanley that day I met two fourteen year-old girls, one of which was wearing an obscenely lacey choker. So me being the bastard that I am decided to tell her that garters aren't supposed to be worn that way. This confused the poor little girl, she apparently didn't know what a garter was and I then had to explain to her what a garter was. After I had finished explaining everything she took the "garter" off, and me, Nath and Zed walked away laughing.
Te next trip up to Hanley involved getting judged by pretty much everyone we walked near. The best one was the slutty looking girl who bet that me and Nath weren't real rockers. To which I responded by ripping them in my Bronies UK post, after of course holding Nath back to stop him from obliterating them.
The only other event of interest, was that I was given some nice things from Nath, one of them being a pair of leather trousers, another being a G3 Sweetie Belle toy and the last being a denim cut-off jacket, which I have taken to a bloke in Hanley to have the Rush 2112 album cover airbrushed onto the back of it, and I'm collecting it tomorrow.
Anyway my week has been quite a fun one for me, I can't really be bothered to type about it all since I'm writing with one hand and eating a massive pink lollipop with the other. It's a damn tasty lollipop, but I don't know how long it'll last.
Monday 11 August 2014
Soap Opera
Last week was very peculiar, in fact it was so peculiar and so oddly messed up that it felt more like a soap opera than the average week in the life of this particular twat. The only thing this week was missing was a gratuitous sex scene.
There were some mundane aspects to my week, for instance I played guitar, I played bass, I ate chocolate and I even watched some of my favourite films. But that is about it really, the majority of the week was spent terrorising the local (unpopular) park, and begging Zed to join me and Nath in an orgy.
As you can tell things got weird, but wait there's more, the weirdest thing that happened to me last week was that I got invited to a party, a party at some strangers house where there would be beer and a barbeque. I went, I thought it would be an interesting experience, but it wasn't. I just stood near someone I knew and ate three burgers, followed by drinking three bottles of Budweiser.
Onto the most interesting event of the week, Zed caught on to Ash's suspicions that she fancied Nath, so one day they decided to do a bit of role playing and started acting as a couple just to really get under his skin. It worked, he said otherwise, but even a dead chimpanzee could tell that it worked.
It was actually quite funny to watch Nath and Zed act as a couple, they played a really convincing part, even though they did both admit to it being the single most awkward moments of their lives (which might mean something entirely different). They even had a few special moments when Nath acted extra mad, and Zed walked up to Ash to ask if he had any idea what was wrong (Ash's face was priceless), and another moment where they engaged in an all out pillow fight which put Rarity's and Applejack's pillow fight to shame.
I admit it was all a bit harsh, but since Ash has been a bit of a pathetic fuck-around lately, we decided to get back at him, especially since he quit the band, just after I managed to succeed in getting a place with a drumkit for us to practice. What a tit. The funny part was that he quit because we mentioned make-up, he can happily "dance" but he won't go near make-up, I hope he makes it onto television.
Monday 4 August 2014
Looking the Part!
The last week has been quite epic for me, and today was quite interesting since we mixed things up a bit. The first thing that happened is I had a quick changed of appearance, a new hair style to be precise. The next thing of interest that happened was the compliment I received about my post on Bronies UK. And finally there was today, probably the most interesting day of them all.
So I'm going to start with my new look, because that seems like the best thing to start with, and I also like to go in chronological order. I decided since I'm in a pop-punk band (which will most likely end up as a hardcore punk-metal band) I'd give myself a punk hairstyle, and being the big Misfits fan, I decided to chose the devilock.
Everything went well at first, my hair was of a decent length, not quite long enough for Doyle's or Jerry's variant of the devilock, but it was perfect for Danzig's version, which is the one I'm aiming for. Anyway I combed through my hair to quickly remove my knots and left the fate of the back and sides of my head to my dad, and his barber skills.
That all went well and once the easy bit was over and done with I had a shower and went to bed, it was late and I couldn't be bothered to do anything further at the time. Come morning I started crafting my evil mop into a devilock, firstly by straightening it, and then by coating it in the only hair styling product I had available, Murray's Superior Pomade. It's excellent stuff, but pomade was not designed to hold a devilock in place, and so I ended up just going for that hipster look and combed everything to the left until I had some appropriate product.
Moving swiftly on, on Friday I did my second real post on Bronies UK (I say real because I don't exactly count my first post). Once that was posted I sent it to Zed, because she enjoyed my first real post and wanted to read the second once it was up. As soon as she finished reading it she sent me a message on Facebook reading "I love your writing, it gives my a unique look on life!" I didn't really know what to say to that so I just awkwardly smiled at my screen, thankful that I wasn't in a video chat with her, otherwise it would have been weird.
Today was when the fun really began, Zed decided to come to me instead of have me go to her. Naturally Nath also decided to show up, and then we decided to move to his house since my room is only just big enough to have two of us in here, let alone three of us with guitars.
Well after a ninety minute "guitar lesson" we decided that we should stop and just terrorise the town like the typical teenagers, so we went to the park and literally just played on the swings like little kids. The only thing remotely bad that we were doing was listening to psychobilly songs through the speakers of my crappy phone.
My currant task is actually to start getting my mate Ash running, because he literally just told me he wants to get fit, so I'm gonna support him and help him. After that i can go back to eating pizza and rocking out. I've also got to create my half of our bands setlist, I have twenty-five minutes worth of music to choose.
So I'm going to start with my new look, because that seems like the best thing to start with, and I also like to go in chronological order. I decided since I'm in a pop-punk band (which will most likely end up as a hardcore punk-metal band) I'd give myself a punk hairstyle, and being the big Misfits fan, I decided to chose the devilock.
Everything went well at first, my hair was of a decent length, not quite long enough for Doyle's or Jerry's variant of the devilock, but it was perfect for Danzig's version, which is the one I'm aiming for. Anyway I combed through my hair to quickly remove my knots and left the fate of the back and sides of my head to my dad, and his barber skills.
That all went well and once the easy bit was over and done with I had a shower and went to bed, it was late and I couldn't be bothered to do anything further at the time. Come morning I started crafting my evil mop into a devilock, firstly by straightening it, and then by coating it in the only hair styling product I had available, Murray's Superior Pomade. It's excellent stuff, but pomade was not designed to hold a devilock in place, and so I ended up just going for that hipster look and combed everything to the left until I had some appropriate product.
Moving swiftly on, on Friday I did my second real post on Bronies UK (I say real because I don't exactly count my first post). Once that was posted I sent it to Zed, because she enjoyed my first real post and wanted to read the second once it was up. As soon as she finished reading it she sent me a message on Facebook reading "I love your writing, it gives my a unique look on life!" I didn't really know what to say to that so I just awkwardly smiled at my screen, thankful that I wasn't in a video chat with her, otherwise it would have been weird.
Today was when the fun really began, Zed decided to come to me instead of have me go to her. Naturally Nath also decided to show up, and then we decided to move to his house since my room is only just big enough to have two of us in here, let alone three of us with guitars.
Well after a ninety minute "guitar lesson" we decided that we should stop and just terrorise the town like the typical teenagers, so we went to the park and literally just played on the swings like little kids. The only thing remotely bad that we were doing was listening to psychobilly songs through the speakers of my crappy phone.
My currant task is actually to start getting my mate Ash running, because he literally just told me he wants to get fit, so I'm gonna support him and help him. After that i can go back to eating pizza and rocking out. I've also got to create my half of our bands setlist, I have twenty-five minutes worth of music to choose.
Monday 28 July 2014
Rocking Tunes!
As you may know from reading my previous posts I'm in a pop-punk band called Six Stories Up. So far we have written a grand total of two of our own songs, and we are also preparing a crap load of covers to perform. At least two of us are taking this seriously, that's me and Nathan, we're not so sure about the third.
Anyway we have been spending a nice amount of time jamming together, and decided just the other day that we should each choose four songs to cover (making twelve covers), those songs have all been chosen and we're now learning how to play them, unfortunately we don't have access to a drum kit at the moment, which is a bit of a pain, especially since we have an area to put it (Nath's garage, which will soon be converted for our band practice).
As I said we have two songs, one of them just needs a few minor adjustments, and the other one we have forgotten how to play, but we still have the lyrics so at least something is on our side. the first song simply just needs the guitar part for it's quieter bridge rewritten.
On to other ventures, I celebrated my 100th YouTube video last Monday and I had a nice little party with my friends, after I had finished celebrating that I started a secondary YouTube channel called G_Man TV! which is essentially me doing the stupidest things I can think of for the sake of it. So far I only have one video, which is me attempting what I call the Mustard Challenge, and failing miserably.
I also went to Hanley the other day, which made a nice change, I spent the day causing chaos with my friends and wishing I had money to buy myself some nice things. I did however visit the new music shop that has opened in The Potteries Center, it didn't have a very good selection of basses which was a shame but there were some damn nice guitars there, more importantly there was a lot of other nice things there, including, and not limited to, a sexy female employee.
Overall my week hasn't been too interesting but I've been enjoying myself nonetheless, and now I have yet another fun day at the House of Zed, unfortunately I wasted all my money whilst at Hanley so I need to ride my bike there.
Anyway we have been spending a nice amount of time jamming together, and decided just the other day that we should each choose four songs to cover (making twelve covers), those songs have all been chosen and we're now learning how to play them, unfortunately we don't have access to a drum kit at the moment, which is a bit of a pain, especially since we have an area to put it (Nath's garage, which will soon be converted for our band practice).
As I said we have two songs, one of them just needs a few minor adjustments, and the other one we have forgotten how to play, but we still have the lyrics so at least something is on our side. the first song simply just needs the guitar part for it's quieter bridge rewritten.
On to other ventures, I celebrated my 100th YouTube video last Monday and I had a nice little party with my friends, after I had finished celebrating that I started a secondary YouTube channel called G_Man TV! which is essentially me doing the stupidest things I can think of for the sake of it. So far I only have one video, which is me attempting what I call the Mustard Challenge, and failing miserably.
I also went to Hanley the other day, which made a nice change, I spent the day causing chaos with my friends and wishing I had money to buy myself some nice things. I did however visit the new music shop that has opened in The Potteries Center, it didn't have a very good selection of basses which was a shame but there were some damn nice guitars there, more importantly there was a lot of other nice things there, including, and not limited to, a sexy female employee.
Overall my week hasn't been too interesting but I've been enjoying myself nonetheless, and now I have yet another fun day at the House of Zed, unfortunately I wasted all my money whilst at Hanley so I need to ride my bike there.
Sunday 20 July 2014
Brohoof!
This week has actually been quite epic for me. I started it off with a pleasant trip to the House of Zed (and I'm going again tomorrow) with my good friend Keely. I also did a few other things during the week that were entertaining. The highlight was my awesome weekend.
The first thing that happened was my trip to the House of Zed, unfortunately Nath and Ash cancelled, but I still had Keely with me. We didn't really do much, I think we just asked each other fun and awkward questions and shared funny stories, none of which I remember. We also talked about getting me a brony friend to keep me happy.
Tuesday was pretty boring, but Wednesday brought with it an amazing surprise. My bro Nath became a brony, giving me the one thing I so desperately wanted on Monday, a brony friend to come to Ponycon 2014 with me. There was a problem though, he already has plans for that weekend, which was more than just a shame. Wednesday also brought another surprise, but I'm not allowed to talk about that one in the off chance that someone reads it who isn't supposed to find out from me.
Friday was when Nath went all out with his broniness (for that is now a word). He popped into my house, just as I was writing my first post for Bronies UK, and started showing off his new loot which he bought from Hanley. The first thing he shown me was a six-inch Applejack plush, then he pulled out a set of My Little Pony Top Trumps (which, as we found out earlier, are not show accurate), and after that he pulled out the My Little Pony comic issue number 21.
After he had finished showing everything off we decided it would be awesome for me to spend the weekend at his so we could have a brony party. We ended up watching most of the first season of the show, and we also did a bit of jamming, he even came up with a nice riff to use in a song.
Earlier today was when the fun was doubled, Ash came around (which he really shouldn't have done since the coward was meant to have gone to the House of Zed). He came bearing the best news, he had also become a brony, he has also said that he might join me in coming to Ponycon, that is of course if I can go, there is a slim chance the army prep course I'll be taking at college next year may prevent me from going.
On a completely unrelated note, I said in my last post that it was approaching my 100th video on Youtube. I would have uploaded it yesterday, but I was at Nathan's house which screwed me over a little bit (I also lost my 21 day streak on Duolingo). Instead I will be working on that video tomorrow, after that I will go to the House of Zed where I'll get to experience the Fall of Ash, which I'll tell you all about next week.
The first thing that happened was my trip to the House of Zed, unfortunately Nath and Ash cancelled, but I still had Keely with me. We didn't really do much, I think we just asked each other fun and awkward questions and shared funny stories, none of which I remember. We also talked about getting me a brony friend to keep me happy.
Tuesday was pretty boring, but Wednesday brought with it an amazing surprise. My bro Nath became a brony, giving me the one thing I so desperately wanted on Monday, a brony friend to come to Ponycon 2014 with me. There was a problem though, he already has plans for that weekend, which was more than just a shame. Wednesday also brought another surprise, but I'm not allowed to talk about that one in the off chance that someone reads it who isn't supposed to find out from me.
Friday was when Nath went all out with his broniness (for that is now a word). He popped into my house, just as I was writing my first post for Bronies UK, and started showing off his new loot which he bought from Hanley. The first thing he shown me was a six-inch Applejack plush, then he pulled out a set of My Little Pony Top Trumps (which, as we found out earlier, are not show accurate), and after that he pulled out the My Little Pony comic issue number 21.
After he had finished showing everything off we decided it would be awesome for me to spend the weekend at his so we could have a brony party. We ended up watching most of the first season of the show, and we also did a bit of jamming, he even came up with a nice riff to use in a song.
Earlier today was when the fun was doubled, Ash came around (which he really shouldn't have done since the coward was meant to have gone to the House of Zed). He came bearing the best news, he had also become a brony, he has also said that he might join me in coming to Ponycon, that is of course if I can go, there is a slim chance the army prep course I'll be taking at college next year may prevent me from going.
On a completely unrelated note, I said in my last post that it was approaching my 100th video on Youtube. I would have uploaded it yesterday, but I was at Nathan's house which screwed me over a little bit (I also lost my 21 day streak on Duolingo). Instead I will be working on that video tomorrow, after that I will go to the House of Zed where I'll get to experience the Fall of Ash, which I'll tell you all about next week.
Sunday 13 July 2014
I Have an Exciting Week Ahead, and I Have No Plans for It!
Well what do you know it's Sunday again and I don't actually have much to say. I am however excited about a few upcoming things. Before I get onto that though I will talk about a few parts of my week.
Well first thing I set about doing this week was designing a band logo, which I needed to get a bit of help for. I ended up calling upon the aid of my eldest brother Chaz, who decided to give me a few lessons on how to use Adobe Illustrator CS6. I definitely need those lessons, my vector drawing skills aren't great. I was even handed a booklet on how to use Adobe Illustrator CS2, which is pretty much the same as CS6, but I actually have CS2 so it was perfect for me, and I ended up creating a decent logo for a punk band, I don't know how well it'll work for pop-punk though, but my band mates haven't complained yet.
After the logo was done I started working on creating a pop-punk version of Eurobeat Brony's song Discord. I did this in the hopes that I could convince the rest of the band to join me in covering it, and thankfully I was able to succeed in such a thing. So now we have one song that we are definitely doing at some point.
Continuing on with the band activity, our lead singer Ash wrote a song for us, which describes all of our relationships without using his horribly inaccurate wrestling theory (don't ask). My initial thoughts on his song was simply "oh no" the least pop-punk person in the band wrote a pop punk song, and surprisingly it's actually not bad, I would say it's better than the one I wrote the other week, but it talks about me, Ash and also Nath instead of just Ash, or just me, or just Nath. Mine at least talks about just me, which focuses the song. Admittedly I screwed up the instrumental side of the song by letting my love of prog take over.
Other than various band related activities my week has been fairly uneventful, which has meant I've had a few bad days in regards to my depression, but overall I am still a mostly happy person. Weirdly I've been suppressing my depression with darker music, and by that I don't mean I've been listening to Cradle of Filth or someone similar, I mean instead of listening to Rush I've been listening to Tool. I suppose this is actually quite normal for a sad person to suppress their sadness with sad music, I just don't understand how it works.
Anyway this next week has at least two events that I'm looking forward to. First off tomorrow I'm going up to the House of Zed and the plan is that the entire Library Crew all turn up. The Library Crew consists of the three friends I've mentioned a lot on this blog recently (Ash, Nath and Zaina) and also another friend of mine, Keely, who is hard to reach now that we don't all go to school anymore. I'd also like to point out, in order to avoid confusion, that Keely is a boy, not a girl, he got the name Keely when Ash misheard what I called him during an intense game of Uno.
So the five of us are all going to have a meet up at the House of Zed, which is Zaina's house in case you didn't know. If all goes to plan Monday should be quite enjoyable, however, I was told by Zaina that she wanted to have a word with me, the way she said it implies that it's not going to be good news. I still can't wait to hear what she has to say, because she wouldn't have said it if it wasn't important and it might help relieve some of the tension within my mind.
The other thing that I'm looking forward to this week is celebrating my 100th video on YouTube, which I believe is on Wednesday or Thursday. I have a few plans for my video, but I'm not entirely sure what I'm actually going to do with it. The only thing I know for definite is that I'm going to need to borrow my dads smartphone, it's the best camcorder in the house.
Well first thing I set about doing this week was designing a band logo, which I needed to get a bit of help for. I ended up calling upon the aid of my eldest brother Chaz, who decided to give me a few lessons on how to use Adobe Illustrator CS6. I definitely need those lessons, my vector drawing skills aren't great. I was even handed a booklet on how to use Adobe Illustrator CS2, which is pretty much the same as CS6, but I actually have CS2 so it was perfect for me, and I ended up creating a decent logo for a punk band, I don't know how well it'll work for pop-punk though, but my band mates haven't complained yet.
After the logo was done I started working on creating a pop-punk version of Eurobeat Brony's song Discord. I did this in the hopes that I could convince the rest of the band to join me in covering it, and thankfully I was able to succeed in such a thing. So now we have one song that we are definitely doing at some point.
Continuing on with the band activity, our lead singer Ash wrote a song for us, which describes all of our relationships without using his horribly inaccurate wrestling theory (don't ask). My initial thoughts on his song was simply "oh no" the least pop-punk person in the band wrote a pop punk song, and surprisingly it's actually not bad, I would say it's better than the one I wrote the other week, but it talks about me, Ash and also Nath instead of just Ash, or just me, or just Nath. Mine at least talks about just me, which focuses the song. Admittedly I screwed up the instrumental side of the song by letting my love of prog take over.
Other than various band related activities my week has been fairly uneventful, which has meant I've had a few bad days in regards to my depression, but overall I am still a mostly happy person. Weirdly I've been suppressing my depression with darker music, and by that I don't mean I've been listening to Cradle of Filth or someone similar, I mean instead of listening to Rush I've been listening to Tool. I suppose this is actually quite normal for a sad person to suppress their sadness with sad music, I just don't understand how it works.
Anyway this next week has at least two events that I'm looking forward to. First off tomorrow I'm going up to the House of Zed and the plan is that the entire Library Crew all turn up. The Library Crew consists of the three friends I've mentioned a lot on this blog recently (Ash, Nath and Zaina) and also another friend of mine, Keely, who is hard to reach now that we don't all go to school anymore. I'd also like to point out, in order to avoid confusion, that Keely is a boy, not a girl, he got the name Keely when Ash misheard what I called him during an intense game of Uno.
So the five of us are all going to have a meet up at the House of Zed, which is Zaina's house in case you didn't know. If all goes to plan Monday should be quite enjoyable, however, I was told by Zaina that she wanted to have a word with me, the way she said it implies that it's not going to be good news. I still can't wait to hear what she has to say, because she wouldn't have said it if it wasn't important and it might help relieve some of the tension within my mind.
The other thing that I'm looking forward to this week is celebrating my 100th video on YouTube, which I believe is on Wednesday or Thursday. I have a few plans for my video, but I'm not entirely sure what I'm actually going to do with it. The only thing I know for definite is that I'm going to need to borrow my dads smartphone, it's the best camcorder in the house.
Sunday 6 July 2014
Yet Another Exciting Week for The G!
I have had an absolutely incredible week! First off I spent a day at college to get to know the students I'll spend next year with, and I even made a friend. After that I had an absolutely incredible Saturday which may have started rough, but it became one of my happiest days. Today has also been pretty darn good too!
I'm going to start with my day at college which was Wednesday. I didn't really expect much out of it in the first place, I went because I wanted to see who I'd be spending the next year with so I had time to mentally prepare myself for it. Most of the lads seemed alright, but they definitely aren't the kind of dudes I'd usually attach myself too, one of the girls wasn't either. The other girl however I did find some connection with, I ended up spending the majority of the day making friends with her, she seemed to be the most like me.
Surprisingly the people I met that day seemed to like me, I usually have people hating me straight from the get-go, but not this time. I'm also not sure how long this will last, but most of the year will be spent team-building so I imagine we all might come to be friends, maybe not good friends but friends nonetheless.
As I said Saturday has been the best day in recent memory for me. Unfortunately though I started it off by talking to my ex-girlfriend (and not the good ex-girlfriend either) so I started the day feeling pretty damn horrible. I'm not going to go into details, it's not very interesting, (for me at least).
That feeling lasted about an hour, it stopped when a little knock at the door signaled the arrival of a package for me. Inside the package was a new headset for me to record my YouTube videos with, and more importantly, a set of bass strings (D'Addario Chromes XL if you must know) so I distracted myself for the next few minutes by listening to Tool and restringing (and polishing) my bass.
Once she was restrung I felt like I could marry my bass guitar, flat wound strings are amazing, they feel so smooth and they flatten out and smooth the tone to really emphasise the fact it's a bass instrument. I don't think I'm ever buying round wound strings for my basses again.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to play her for very long, it was time for my day to start. To jump back a little, Wednesday was Zaina's birthday, but she was unavailable that day due to plans with her family, Saturday was the day where me and Ash were able to celebrate with her. and come one O'clock on Saturday afternoon I set off for Ash's house where I got a lift to Zaina's house (after a brief clothes shopping trip).
The day with Zaina was spent pretty much in the same way as all other days with Zaina. We just sat back and chilled whilst having a great laugh. The highlight of out time there was that she made us a really nice curry, and even supplied us with a nice amount of naan bread and poppadoms, as well as prawn crackers, mango chutney and some weird tasty chicken things. That meal really did kick ass.
That time soon came to an end and it was time for me to face what I was expecting to be the hardest part of the day. To jump back once again, that morning I noticed a post on the Bronies UK Facebook page saying that the blog was going to be opened up to a few new authors and he was looking for applications. Being an aspiring author, and a big fan of the My Little Pony television series, I added him on Skype, thinking I'd have a higher chance if I applied that way instead of by filling in the form. I was told at the time that he couldn't speak to me because he had to go to work, and that he would be able to speak after nine PM.
When I got back home from Zaina's house at about half past nine, the first thing I did was send him a message. No reply, so I waited. While I waited I decided to plug in my new headset and test it out. I thought progressive rock sounded incredible without surround sound, with it it sounds like pure magic being pumped into my brain. It's Heaven.
Half an hour later I received a message and we started talking. He asked me if I'd ever wrote for a blog before and I told him that I have my own blog (this one) and then sent him a link to last weeks post. He was so impressed with it he just accepted me onto the team there and then. I couldn't believe it. Then he started asking me the interview questions just for the sake of it.
I don't think I've been that giddy since just before May Day when I started seeing Lydia. I wanted to celebrate and dance around my house, but unfortunately my brother was asleep and he needed to wake up at stupid O'clock in the morning, (his words), so I couldn't make much noise.
Today was a bit more toned down, I spent the morning trying something new with my YouTube channel, and I spent the best part of two hours editing my video, at least it felt like that long. It was all worth it, I quite like how my video turned out.
After all that was done I went to my friend Nathan's house where we discussed our band and recorded a silly video for his YouTube channel. The majority of that visit was about how our band needed a name change, because the name we had was more horror-punk than pop-punk. We now have a new name, and this next week will be spent on a logo, and also creating a set list that gives us about fifty minutes of play time. Hopefully we can soon get our hands on a drummer and then get around to doing some proper rehearsals.
I'm pleased to be able to end this post by saying that i am most definitely pulling myself out of my depression, I now have a band, I've made a new friend, I also have a new hobby and even a bit of a job. As long as I keep on going like this, I reckon I'll be back to my old self by September at the latest.
I'm going to start with my day at college which was Wednesday. I didn't really expect much out of it in the first place, I went because I wanted to see who I'd be spending the next year with so I had time to mentally prepare myself for it. Most of the lads seemed alright, but they definitely aren't the kind of dudes I'd usually attach myself too, one of the girls wasn't either. The other girl however I did find some connection with, I ended up spending the majority of the day making friends with her, she seemed to be the most like me.
Surprisingly the people I met that day seemed to like me, I usually have people hating me straight from the get-go, but not this time. I'm also not sure how long this will last, but most of the year will be spent team-building so I imagine we all might come to be friends, maybe not good friends but friends nonetheless.
As I said Saturday has been the best day in recent memory for me. Unfortunately though I started it off by talking to my ex-girlfriend (and not the good ex-girlfriend either) so I started the day feeling pretty damn horrible. I'm not going to go into details, it's not very interesting, (for me at least).
That feeling lasted about an hour, it stopped when a little knock at the door signaled the arrival of a package for me. Inside the package was a new headset for me to record my YouTube videos with, and more importantly, a set of bass strings (D'Addario Chromes XL if you must know) so I distracted myself for the next few minutes by listening to Tool and restringing (and polishing) my bass.
Once she was restrung I felt like I could marry my bass guitar, flat wound strings are amazing, they feel so smooth and they flatten out and smooth the tone to really emphasise the fact it's a bass instrument. I don't think I'm ever buying round wound strings for my basses again.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to play her for very long, it was time for my day to start. To jump back a little, Wednesday was Zaina's birthday, but she was unavailable that day due to plans with her family, Saturday was the day where me and Ash were able to celebrate with her. and come one O'clock on Saturday afternoon I set off for Ash's house where I got a lift to Zaina's house (after a brief clothes shopping trip).
The day with Zaina was spent pretty much in the same way as all other days with Zaina. We just sat back and chilled whilst having a great laugh. The highlight of out time there was that she made us a really nice curry, and even supplied us with a nice amount of naan bread and poppadoms, as well as prawn crackers, mango chutney and some weird tasty chicken things. That meal really did kick ass.
That time soon came to an end and it was time for me to face what I was expecting to be the hardest part of the day. To jump back once again, that morning I noticed a post on the Bronies UK Facebook page saying that the blog was going to be opened up to a few new authors and he was looking for applications. Being an aspiring author, and a big fan of the My Little Pony television series, I added him on Skype, thinking I'd have a higher chance if I applied that way instead of by filling in the form. I was told at the time that he couldn't speak to me because he had to go to work, and that he would be able to speak after nine PM.
When I got back home from Zaina's house at about half past nine, the first thing I did was send him a message. No reply, so I waited. While I waited I decided to plug in my new headset and test it out. I thought progressive rock sounded incredible without surround sound, with it it sounds like pure magic being pumped into my brain. It's Heaven.
Half an hour later I received a message and we started talking. He asked me if I'd ever wrote for a blog before and I told him that I have my own blog (this one) and then sent him a link to last weeks post. He was so impressed with it he just accepted me onto the team there and then. I couldn't believe it. Then he started asking me the interview questions just for the sake of it.
I don't think I've been that giddy since just before May Day when I started seeing Lydia. I wanted to celebrate and dance around my house, but unfortunately my brother was asleep and he needed to wake up at stupid O'clock in the morning, (his words), so I couldn't make much noise.
Today was a bit more toned down, I spent the morning trying something new with my YouTube channel, and I spent the best part of two hours editing my video, at least it felt like that long. It was all worth it, I quite like how my video turned out.
After all that was done I went to my friend Nathan's house where we discussed our band and recorded a silly video for his YouTube channel. The majority of that visit was about how our band needed a name change, because the name we had was more horror-punk than pop-punk. We now have a new name, and this next week will be spent on a logo, and also creating a set list that gives us about fifty minutes of play time. Hopefully we can soon get our hands on a drummer and then get around to doing some proper rehearsals.
I'm pleased to be able to end this post by saying that i am most definitely pulling myself out of my depression, I now have a band, I've made a new friend, I also have a new hobby and even a bit of a job. As long as I keep on going like this, I reckon I'll be back to my old self by September at the latest.
Sunday 29 June 2014
Yay! I'm Keeping Myself Occupied!
This week has been another week that has thrown me off my usual routine, I have been spending time with friends at awkward hours, I have finally formed a band, and I'm learning Spanish.
First off My friends have dragged me into a strange concept for a YouTube channel called TheMentalLibrary which is basically the insane group of idiots that used to hang around the school library. It isn't actually the complete set of idiots unfortunately, one idiot doesn't leave the house or socialise. The other idiot is camera shy so we haven't fully included her, although she is mentioned as being part of the group in the introductory video (which I will start editing shortly after writing this).
That YouTube channel is basically going to consist of Ash telling me to humiliate myself, and Ash telling Nathan (A.K.A Stunt-Man) to hurt himself. Ash will simply be involved in the skits that are semi-scripted. It's definitely a good job I have no dignity when a camera is rolling.
Last night I also formed a band, and within thirty seconds we were jamming along to Weird Al's parody of American Idiot. So far it seems like this band will be a pop-punk band (sigh) but I can live with that and soon I'll convert it to something that suits my preferences a little more. Although I don't mind pop-punk I'm more of a Horror-Punk kind of guy, I also like progressive rock/metal and psychobilly. My ideal form of band would be a progressive psychobilly band, with a musical style reminiscent of black metal, but I highly doubt that will happen.
The other point I made in my opening sentence was that I'm learning Spanish. I used to learn Spanish in school when I still lived in Birmingham, but since I moved to Stoke-on-Trent I stopped learning Spanish and started German instead (sigh). Recently my dad told me about a website that teaches you one of five languages for free, and I couldn't remember what it was called until a post on 9gag lead me straight to it. That website was called Duolingo!
I have so far done six lessons on it, I'm doing two lessons a day, and I will do that everyday (well that's the plan anyway). I've encountered a lot of words I already knew, but I've also been learning some new words. I'd also like to say that it is teaching me Spanish better than my old teacher did.
My last post was full of talk about stories. I have been working on the My Little Pony Fan Fiction piece, and I wrote three chapters in one morning. Which if it had followed my original idea would mean that the story would be complete, however, while I was lost in the story I changed it slightly taking the mid section of it down a completely different road. I had no plans to do such a thing, but I did, and it's coming along nicely.
First off My friends have dragged me into a strange concept for a YouTube channel called TheMentalLibrary which is basically the insane group of idiots that used to hang around the school library. It isn't actually the complete set of idiots unfortunately, one idiot doesn't leave the house or socialise. The other idiot is camera shy so we haven't fully included her, although she is mentioned as being part of the group in the introductory video (which I will start editing shortly after writing this).
That YouTube channel is basically going to consist of Ash telling me to humiliate myself, and Ash telling Nathan (A.K.A Stunt-Man) to hurt himself. Ash will simply be involved in the skits that are semi-scripted. It's definitely a good job I have no dignity when a camera is rolling.
Last night I also formed a band, and within thirty seconds we were jamming along to Weird Al's parody of American Idiot. So far it seems like this band will be a pop-punk band (sigh) but I can live with that and soon I'll convert it to something that suits my preferences a little more. Although I don't mind pop-punk I'm more of a Horror-Punk kind of guy, I also like progressive rock/metal and psychobilly. My ideal form of band would be a progressive psychobilly band, with a musical style reminiscent of black metal, but I highly doubt that will happen.
The other point I made in my opening sentence was that I'm learning Spanish. I used to learn Spanish in school when I still lived in Birmingham, but since I moved to Stoke-on-Trent I stopped learning Spanish and started German instead (sigh). Recently my dad told me about a website that teaches you one of five languages for free, and I couldn't remember what it was called until a post on 9gag lead me straight to it. That website was called Duolingo!
I have so far done six lessons on it, I'm doing two lessons a day, and I will do that everyday (well that's the plan anyway). I've encountered a lot of words I already knew, but I've also been learning some new words. I'd also like to say that it is teaching me Spanish better than my old teacher did.
My last post was full of talk about stories. I have been working on the My Little Pony Fan Fiction piece, and I wrote three chapters in one morning. Which if it had followed my original idea would mean that the story would be complete, however, while I was lost in the story I changed it slightly taking the mid section of it down a completely different road. I had no plans to do such a thing, but I did, and it's coming along nicely.
Sunday 22 June 2014
Adventure! (Not Really)
I have now returned from my holiday in Abersoch in which I had plenty of adventures, I also had a nice adventure the week before whilst going to my college interview. Unfortunately I don't remember the adventure in Hanley very well my brain has been overrun with the crap that wasn't even remotely interesting.
The majority of my holiday was spent sitting around with my notepad in hand trying to write something worthwhile, which ended up becoming a piece of My Little Pony fan fiction, the story is based on something that Eragon learns from Oromis and then tells Murtagh in the Inheritance Cycle, I can't remember which of the four books he says it in, but when the story is complete I will post it on www.fimfiction.net I will also post a link to it on here so you can read something that I've actually put effort into and not just completely spammed out.
The other main highlight of my holiday is that my brother and his wife both read the stories I wrote whilst still in school. My brother liked both of them, and gave me some constructive criticism on both, he could also tell that the second story was rushed. My sister-in-law didn't enjoy the first story but she saw the appeal in it, and found it well written, she did at least enjoy the second story, even though some of the imagery made her cringe. I took the faces she pulled as a compliment.
I'd also like to point out that I have now got a lovely tan, I am now almost as dark as my walls.
The majority of my holiday was spent sitting around with my notepad in hand trying to write something worthwhile, which ended up becoming a piece of My Little Pony fan fiction, the story is based on something that Eragon learns from Oromis and then tells Murtagh in the Inheritance Cycle, I can't remember which of the four books he says it in, but when the story is complete I will post it on www.fimfiction.net I will also post a link to it on here so you can read something that I've actually put effort into and not just completely spammed out.
The other main highlight of my holiday is that my brother and his wife both read the stories I wrote whilst still in school. My brother liked both of them, and gave me some constructive criticism on both, he could also tell that the second story was rushed. My sister-in-law didn't enjoy the first story but she saw the appeal in it, and found it well written, she did at least enjoy the second story, even though some of the imagery made her cringe. I took the faces she pulled as a compliment.
I'd also like to point out that I have now got a lovely tan, I am now almost as dark as my walls.
I'm personally quite proud of my accomplishment, I don't usually go that dark when exposed to sunlight for a week.
All joking aside, my current project is to finish writing the My Little Pony fan fiction I'm working on so I can get it appraised (hopefully) by at least someone. I will also be working on my main stories set around the fictional Lancashire town of Riverbrew. The first story of which is called XIV (Fourteen), and I have completed draft one of that, I have also completed draft one of book four (Bringing Down the House), The sole reason that book four was drafted out before books two and three was because that involved a spaceship and I promised my middle-aged friend that I'd write a story with a spaceship just for him.
I'm also tempted to start a little blog which I will fill with short stories, and I can update that from time to time adding then I can have something a bit less depressing available online. I'm not really sure what to do with that if I start it, I'll maybe add some of the shorter Riverbrew stories to it, I have many ideas in my head but I think some will just be a little too much for a blog.
Going back to the Riverbrew stories, I have found the original unfinished draft of (what is now set to be) the second book in the series I'm calling Misadventures from Riverbrew. I will have to make a lot of changes because if I remember rightly this version is set in a town reminiscent of Tunstall, and not in Riverbrew. So I have a leg up on that already, I even have the finished plan for it and during my holiday I planned out book three.
I have a few other story ideas in my head, all will most likely be set around Riverbrew, with the exception of those set after the final book in the Misadventures in Riverbrew series). All I am going to say is one involves genocide, the other involves a jellyfish, the other stories are part of a series, which may be a bit too clichéd for me to even bother with.
I will most likely stick to using Riverbrew as a setting for the majority of my stories, like how Terry Pratchett uses Discworld. I'd like to turn Riverbrew into a believable place, but unfortunately I've never been anywhere near where Riverbrew is supposedly situated. Upon writing that situation I realised that I actually have no idea what is where I positioned Riverbrew, so I checked and apparently there is a small town already there, so I moved it to a place currently known as Flashers Wood, that area is currently farm land but smeg it, I'm replacing it with a town in my version of England.
I know I have big plans, but I can dream can't I. At least I've realised that my talent doesn't reside in making music (but don't get me wrong, I'm still going to be composing, or at least trying to compose), and at least other people agree with me when I say I can write stories, the only hard part is putting the effort in to write them. My choice in career won't help me since I'm going to need a lot of time in order to do this, but unfortunately any career choice will destroy my time and I need to have a job I can't live on royalties until I start earning them, and even if I do start earning them, it's not too likely I'll be able to live off them.
I'll admit now that I'm no Stephen King, I'm no H.P. Lovecraft, nor am I Tom Clancy, Clive Cussler or George R. R. Martin. I am however an idiot teenager who needs a hobby, and who already has a bit of a knack for writing.
Monday 9 June 2014
Some Fun!
Despite my unfortunately boring day, the last week has actually been quite a lot of fun, especially Saturday which was awesome. There have been some other bad parts of my week which I'll get over and done with first, I'd like to end this post on a happy point for a change.
Apparently my mate Nath has been depressed, much like me, however, he hasn't really been talking to anyone so no one knows whats wrong with him. The fact he hasn't been speaking to me or anyone probably means that I won't be forming a band, again. It feels almost like I've been friend-dumped, but I'm trying to remain optimistic.
I've been continuing with my YouTube videos that I started the other week, and I've been enjoying doing it, it's given me a nice excuse to play Minecraft, I've also done an episode of Dawn of War: Dark Crusade because I thought it'd be fun to spice things up a little. It's been keeping me occupied for long enough to figure out what to do with the remainder of my day.
Today I stated writing a new song, it's a strange attempt to combine black metal with psychobilly, I'd also like to add a bit of prog to it, but I don't see that happening any time soon. At the moment it consists of a title, a fully written introduction and a mental chord pattern for the verses, I need to figure out a way to smooth the transition between the two, then I can figure out some lyrics. I'll get there soon enough, I pulled through with my other songs.
Anyway the highlight of my week was definitely Saturday, when I went up to visit my friend Zaina, who you might remember from my "totally not a date". If it was just me and her that visit would have simply been great, however Ash also came to visit her. Both me and Ash are crushing on Zaina, but both of us are friendzoned by her, and both of us have friendzoned her. The night was filled with laughing and innuendos and probably a bit too much staring. I also think they found out a little too many things about me that they probably didn't want to know...
As a side note I'd like to say that I finished reading Carrie (by Stephen King) earlier. It was an absolutely brilliant book and well worth the read, so if you haven't read it and are interested in horror-fiction, read it. I've now taken The Shining (also by Stephen King) down from my bookshelf and will start reading that, might even say a few words about it when I'm done.
Apparently my mate Nath has been depressed, much like me, however, he hasn't really been talking to anyone so no one knows whats wrong with him. The fact he hasn't been speaking to me or anyone probably means that I won't be forming a band, again. It feels almost like I've been friend-dumped, but I'm trying to remain optimistic.
I've been continuing with my YouTube videos that I started the other week, and I've been enjoying doing it, it's given me a nice excuse to play Minecraft, I've also done an episode of Dawn of War: Dark Crusade because I thought it'd be fun to spice things up a little. It's been keeping me occupied for long enough to figure out what to do with the remainder of my day.
Today I stated writing a new song, it's a strange attempt to combine black metal with psychobilly, I'd also like to add a bit of prog to it, but I don't see that happening any time soon. At the moment it consists of a title, a fully written introduction and a mental chord pattern for the verses, I need to figure out a way to smooth the transition between the two, then I can figure out some lyrics. I'll get there soon enough, I pulled through with my other songs.
Anyway the highlight of my week was definitely Saturday, when I went up to visit my friend Zaina, who you might remember from my "totally not a date". If it was just me and her that visit would have simply been great, however Ash also came to visit her. Both me and Ash are crushing on Zaina, but both of us are friendzoned by her, and both of us have friendzoned her. The night was filled with laughing and innuendos and probably a bit too much staring. I also think they found out a little too many things about me that they probably didn't want to know...
As a side note I'd like to say that I finished reading Carrie (by Stephen King) earlier. It was an absolutely brilliant book and well worth the read, so if you haven't read it and are interested in horror-fiction, read it. I've now taken The Shining (also by Stephen King) down from my bookshelf and will start reading that, might even say a few words about it when I'm done.
Sunday 1 June 2014
Friendship is Magic
My plan to win over Lydia's mother has failed, which means I am to remain single for the foreseeable future. This does have one major advantage though: I'm now allowed to have friends. Unfortunately I don't really speak to my original best friend anymore, I lost him sometime during the relationship with Dana, but thankfully I now have a new friend to take his place.
So for the time being my mate Ash will be considered my best friend, as he is my first real friend. I highly doubt he'd be replaced by a female anytime soon on the sole basis that I am no longer in contact with females, and those I am in contact with are much manlier than I am, so I don't consider them dating options. I'd also like to admit it isn't hard to be manlier than me.
My current hope is that my other friend Nathan will visit me, or at least tell me where he lives so I can visit him, and then the two of us will be able to form a band. I'd also invite Ash to join us, but unfortunately he isn't a drummer, which is what we'd need. I already have a name idea for the band, but since there is no band as of yet, the name will stay in my head.
If a band is formed it will most likely end up a horror punk band, since we both like punk and I get the feeling I'll be the primary lyricist so I'd end up including a lot of horror themed lyrics, or my lyrics will consist of taboo subjects. I have other ideas for what this band would become, but it'll most likely become something entirely different.
I have also restarted my old YouTube channel and I'm working on another Minecraft play through, I'm hoping that this one will last more than twelve episodes, and I'm hoping someone will actually view it, (I'll put a link to the first episode at the bottom of this post). There are two reasons why I've started doing this again after two years, the first and foremost being: Ash reminded me. The second reason is simply that I have nothing better to do with my free time.
Since it is the first of the month, I may as well record the plans I have for it, first of all I have a college interview on the twelfth, which I'm both looking forward to and dreading at the same time. following that on the Saturday I'm going on holiday to Abersoch, and I'm looking forward to that very much. I plan on taking my guitar and a notebook so I can compose a song or two, I may practice my drawing skills a bit.
The half term has pretty much ended now, school is back open tomorrow. I won't be going though, I've finished with it. I should now consider getting myself a job, I reckon I stand the best chance of getting a job at the newsagents where I do my paper rounds. I do need a job, I also need to visit my GP at some point so I can get a letter from him.
As promised here is the link to the first episode of my Minecraft Let's Play:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5nyXx_QdsM
So for the time being my mate Ash will be considered my best friend, as he is my first real friend. I highly doubt he'd be replaced by a female anytime soon on the sole basis that I am no longer in contact with females, and those I am in contact with are much manlier than I am, so I don't consider them dating options. I'd also like to admit it isn't hard to be manlier than me.
My current hope is that my other friend Nathan will visit me, or at least tell me where he lives so I can visit him, and then the two of us will be able to form a band. I'd also invite Ash to join us, but unfortunately he isn't a drummer, which is what we'd need. I already have a name idea for the band, but since there is no band as of yet, the name will stay in my head.
If a band is formed it will most likely end up a horror punk band, since we both like punk and I get the feeling I'll be the primary lyricist so I'd end up including a lot of horror themed lyrics, or my lyrics will consist of taboo subjects. I have other ideas for what this band would become, but it'll most likely become something entirely different.
I have also restarted my old YouTube channel and I'm working on another Minecraft play through, I'm hoping that this one will last more than twelve episodes, and I'm hoping someone will actually view it, (I'll put a link to the first episode at the bottom of this post). There are two reasons why I've started doing this again after two years, the first and foremost being: Ash reminded me. The second reason is simply that I have nothing better to do with my free time.
Since it is the first of the month, I may as well record the plans I have for it, first of all I have a college interview on the twelfth, which I'm both looking forward to and dreading at the same time. following that on the Saturday I'm going on holiday to Abersoch, and I'm looking forward to that very much. I plan on taking my guitar and a notebook so I can compose a song or two, I may practice my drawing skills a bit.
The half term has pretty much ended now, school is back open tomorrow. I won't be going though, I've finished with it. I should now consider getting myself a job, I reckon I stand the best chance of getting a job at the newsagents where I do my paper rounds. I do need a job, I also need to visit my GP at some point so I can get a letter from him.
As promised here is the link to the first episode of my Minecraft Let's Play:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5nyXx_QdsM
Monday 26 May 2014
Addiction?
School is over! I'm single! I'm addicted to Modern Warfare 3. I seem to be off to a good start already. Thankfully I'm used to not being off to a good start.
Following the order of things previously mentioned: school is now over. It's true, I'm now supposed to enter the scary world and get a real job, but first I have things that need doing, such as my college interview, because I do plan on going to college and partaking in the army preparation course. Secondly I also need to sort out my army application ready for when I finish the college course (or just as a back up in case I don't get into college).
Before I left school I had a small talk with Lydia, who has gotten into so much trouble because of me, and has now dumped me for real this time since we no longer have a method of communicating. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't want to dump me, so could everyone else who was around at the time. This leaves me with two options, there is the option of just giving up and sacrificing the rare opportunity of getting a girlfriend who is more feminine than I am. Or option B, have a forty-five minute walk to the next town across, everyday until I successfully get an audience with Lydia mother.
I tried to do that earlier, and when her mother answered the door, I was given the second greatest death stare I have ever received, and then promptly informed that they were leaving shortly and had no time for a chat. I think I'll pop down Sainsbury's tomorrow and by Lydia a bouquet of pretty pink flowers before I walk to her house. That is of course providing they aren't too expensive, I've received too many death threats to want to carry too much money around with me.
But I think while I wait I'll work on my CoD addiction, and maybe, just maybe, I'll actually get good at the damnable game. as it stands I haven't yet prestiged and I have got terrible win-to-loss and kill-to-death ratios. Hopefully I'll soon prestige, but more importantly, hopefully I'll soon improve those ratios. at least I'm relatively accurate.
Following the order of things previously mentioned: school is now over. It's true, I'm now supposed to enter the scary world and get a real job, but first I have things that need doing, such as my college interview, because I do plan on going to college and partaking in the army preparation course. Secondly I also need to sort out my army application ready for when I finish the college course (or just as a back up in case I don't get into college).
Before I left school I had a small talk with Lydia, who has gotten into so much trouble because of me, and has now dumped me for real this time since we no longer have a method of communicating. I could tell by the look on her face that she didn't want to dump me, so could everyone else who was around at the time. This leaves me with two options, there is the option of just giving up and sacrificing the rare opportunity of getting a girlfriend who is more feminine than I am. Or option B, have a forty-five minute walk to the next town across, everyday until I successfully get an audience with Lydia mother.
I tried to do that earlier, and when her mother answered the door, I was given the second greatest death stare I have ever received, and then promptly informed that they were leaving shortly and had no time for a chat. I think I'll pop down Sainsbury's tomorrow and by Lydia a bouquet of pretty pink flowers before I walk to her house. That is of course providing they aren't too expensive, I've received too many death threats to want to carry too much money around with me.
But I think while I wait I'll work on my CoD addiction, and maybe, just maybe, I'll actually get good at the damnable game. as it stands I haven't yet prestiged and I have got terrible win-to-loss and kill-to-death ratios. Hopefully I'll soon prestige, but more importantly, hopefully I'll soon improve those ratios. at least I'm relatively accurate.
Monday 19 May 2014
Just One Last Push!
The last week has had a few unfortunate incidents, thankfully all has worked out quite well so I don't really mind that much. I don't want to talk about them, this blog is just turning in to me just writing about how depressed I am, when in truth I'm actually weirdly happy despite my depression.
Ignoring the majority of the week, I'm going to mention the biggest unfortunate event of them all, I got dumped: again. However, there was something different about this one, something which I didn't clock onto until about five minutes after the conversation had ended. I can't explain what it was that was out of place (other than the fact it was done over Skype), so I threw myself into denial (which I'm getting pretty good at) and waited out the weekend, until I could see her again at school.
Once I confronted Lydia in school, and gave her the Fluttershy plush I bought her the day before she dumped me, but was unable to give it to her, because I was unable to see her over the weekend, she had explained the whole situation to me. Apparently her mother saw a mark on the back of her neck (which she decided to register as a love bite) and decided to spend a good half an hour telling Lydia off because of it, whilst she had one of Lydia's triplet brothers use her Skype to dump me. Some parents really will do anything.
Anyway we had a laugh and a quick hug, and things are fine and dandy again. More importantly we have a plan and will soon be executing a coup, which means this mess might be sorted out, and me and Lydia can have a nice and peaceful relationship.
To digress, my business class has been getting lots of crap off our teachers about getting ourselves organised, because this is the last week, and we need to hand in all our work at the highest standard. Despite all this, I go to my business class as I usually do on a Monday period four, and we get relocated to another room with no teacher and no work, the teachers have taken everything in to mark, so we'd have some corrections to do that lesson, but no, I ended up spending the entire fifty minute lesson blabbing to my ex about God knows what.
This week at least isn't looking bleak, it's the end of the school year for the students in year eleven and thirteen, so everything is relaxed, the assholes are still assholes mind, but it's still quite pleasant at school. On Wednesday I even get to break my perfect attendance because I'm going to Bodnant Gardens near Conwy, if I'm lucky the laburnum arch will be in flower and I can cross something off my bucket list.
A lot of my plans may have been thwarted lately. I've also been depressed. Yet somehow, I'm happy. It may just be the satisfaction of killing people on Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3, which is a pretty bad game, but I fancied playing CoD online and my Xbox Live subscription has ran out so I can't play my favourite CoD game online (Black Ops), so I chose MW3 because my brother has it on Play Station 3, and PSN is free, so I set up an account on it.
I couldn't even use my normal username, some other gitbag stole it. Although PSN is connected to Steam, so I might have stole my normal username, which is a bummer. Although I have registered both accounts using the same email, so that theory doesn't really sound promising.
Ignoring the majority of the week, I'm going to mention the biggest unfortunate event of them all, I got dumped: again. However, there was something different about this one, something which I didn't clock onto until about five minutes after the conversation had ended. I can't explain what it was that was out of place (other than the fact it was done over Skype), so I threw myself into denial (which I'm getting pretty good at) and waited out the weekend, until I could see her again at school.
Once I confronted Lydia in school, and gave her the Fluttershy plush I bought her the day before she dumped me, but was unable to give it to her, because I was unable to see her over the weekend, she had explained the whole situation to me. Apparently her mother saw a mark on the back of her neck (which she decided to register as a love bite) and decided to spend a good half an hour telling Lydia off because of it, whilst she had one of Lydia's triplet brothers use her Skype to dump me. Some parents really will do anything.
Anyway we had a laugh and a quick hug, and things are fine and dandy again. More importantly we have a plan and will soon be executing a coup, which means this mess might be sorted out, and me and Lydia can have a nice and peaceful relationship.
To digress, my business class has been getting lots of crap off our teachers about getting ourselves organised, because this is the last week, and we need to hand in all our work at the highest standard. Despite all this, I go to my business class as I usually do on a Monday period four, and we get relocated to another room with no teacher and no work, the teachers have taken everything in to mark, so we'd have some corrections to do that lesson, but no, I ended up spending the entire fifty minute lesson blabbing to my ex about God knows what.
This week at least isn't looking bleak, it's the end of the school year for the students in year eleven and thirteen, so everything is relaxed, the assholes are still assholes mind, but it's still quite pleasant at school. On Wednesday I even get to break my perfect attendance because I'm going to Bodnant Gardens near Conwy, if I'm lucky the laburnum arch will be in flower and I can cross something off my bucket list.
A lot of my plans may have been thwarted lately. I've also been depressed. Yet somehow, I'm happy. It may just be the satisfaction of killing people on Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3, which is a pretty bad game, but I fancied playing CoD online and my Xbox Live subscription has ran out so I can't play my favourite CoD game online (Black Ops), so I chose MW3 because my brother has it on Play Station 3, and PSN is free, so I set up an account on it.
I couldn't even use my normal username, some other gitbag stole it. Although PSN is connected to Steam, so I might have stole my normal username, which is a bummer. Although I have registered both accounts using the same email, so that theory doesn't really sound promising.
Monday 12 May 2014
An Unfortunate Resurfacing...
I don't really have any clue what is happening to my concepts of time, all my days and weeks are blurring into one, so I'm not actually sure what was last week, and what was the week before. This would be expected in a few weeks time after I leave school, but since I'm still there I was hoping I'd retain at least some knowledge of times passing.
On to the more important matters, an old rumour about me has resurfaced, usually this wouldn't bother me, but this is a special case. In this particular case the rumour is that I'm a necrophiliac and I frequently rape dead people (which I don't), usually this wouldn't bother me but this is a special case. In this particular case that rumour was sprouted up directly to the mother of my girlfriend, usually this wouldn't bother me but this is a special case.
I'm hoping the repetition has bugged you at least slightly because the reason this is a special case is because some teacher restarted the rumour, using my girlfriends mother as a kick starter. The fact it's came from a teachers mouth instead of a students mouth apparently makes it more believable, and I am now in one hell of a predicament, which may involve a bit of rule breaking to get out of.
Now that my girlfriends mum firmly believes that I do indecent things to corpses, she will start doing everything in her power to keep me away from her daughter. I've gone through hell in order to get this relationship with Lydia, and naturally I now encounter this roadblock, and if you're lucky I might even talk about the hell that i just mentioned, but not today.
I'd also like to mention I don't know who this teacher is, but I hope a great many misfortunes strike them, and soon. I have no idea who I'm cursing, I have a strange gut feeling who it might be but I can't say for sure (and even if I could I'm not supposed to mention names).
As a very strange side note, towards the end of whatever weird dream I was having last night. the image of Lydia I conjured up warned me that it was her period week, I'm curious to know whether or not it's true, but I don't dare ask.
On to the more important matters, an old rumour about me has resurfaced, usually this wouldn't bother me, but this is a special case. In this particular case the rumour is that I'm a necrophiliac and I frequently rape dead people (which I don't), usually this wouldn't bother me but this is a special case. In this particular case that rumour was sprouted up directly to the mother of my girlfriend, usually this wouldn't bother me but this is a special case.
I'm hoping the repetition has bugged you at least slightly because the reason this is a special case is because some teacher restarted the rumour, using my girlfriends mother as a kick starter. The fact it's came from a teachers mouth instead of a students mouth apparently makes it more believable, and I am now in one hell of a predicament, which may involve a bit of rule breaking to get out of.
Now that my girlfriends mum firmly believes that I do indecent things to corpses, she will start doing everything in her power to keep me away from her daughter. I've gone through hell in order to get this relationship with Lydia, and naturally I now encounter this roadblock, and if you're lucky I might even talk about the hell that i just mentioned, but not today.
I'd also like to mention I don't know who this teacher is, but I hope a great many misfortunes strike them, and soon. I have no idea who I'm cursing, I have a strange gut feeling who it might be but I can't say for sure (and even if I could I'm not supposed to mention names).
As a very strange side note, towards the end of whatever weird dream I was having last night. the image of Lydia I conjured up warned me that it was her period week, I'm curious to know whether or not it's true, but I don't dare ask.
Sunday 4 May 2014
Busy, Busy, Busy!
As some of you may know, I am in my final year of school, of which there are only three more weeks. This means I'm soon to be released into the wild so to speak. Anyway this week itself held some interesting events, unlike the previous week, in which, nothing happened, and that is why there was no post last week.
So the first thing that happened was my computer had a Trojan virus and the entire computer needed to be purged, which meant I lost my pirated version of Guitar Pro 6. Thankfully the version I actually purchased this time arrived yesterday, but nobody told me until this morning. My family really is helpful. I'd also like to say that my pirated version was much better, because when it was still pirated I could open the files I download directly from my download bar, which for some reason I can't now.
Next was the jolly roger, since my computer took seven and a half hours to purge I went downstairs, booted up my brothers computer, and then I installed Inkscape, taught myself how to use it and designed a jolly roger to put on a t-shirt, when it was done, me and my dad transferred it onto his computer so it could be turned into the right file type, and cut it out on vinyl first (as a test). It worked surprisingly well first time, so my dad stuck that jolly roger onto the wheelie bin. We were satisfied with the results, so now my dad thinks it would be a good idea to print out a load more of these logos to stick on t-shirts and sell them on eBay. I feel quite special, this shirt received quite a few compliments when I wore it to school on Friday.
Next there was Wednesday, which was pretty mundane other than one thing, a girl at school asked me to join her for singing practice, so I did, and the next thing I knew two hours had passed. During that time I did ask her out, but I didn't get a reply, unfortunately...
Thursday was the most important day of the week, that was the day of my Sixth Form Concert! and the few hours before it were torture, I had teachers rammed up my arse because my taste in music is too inappropriate for school, and because someone in the audience might have had a miscarriage, or accidentally killed their girlfriends, raped her then committed suicide. I was actually told I couldn't sing one of them in case someone had had a miscarriage, I don't know why, none of the songs had anything to do with miscarriages.
Anyway despite all these setbacks I had a blast performing, and for some stupid reason I put my hardest song first, which meant I screwed up more because I was still nervous at that point. I was especially glad to have been taking part in the concerts finale, that received many compliments from the attendees, we performed Thin Lizzy's Dancing in the Moonlight, I played the bass for it, and I looked good doing so.
The final interesting thing was Saturday which started off as a "totally-not-a-date" but ended up with actually being one. It was simple really, I was to meet that girl who I joined for singing practice, outside a school near her house, and then she'd show me back to her house, and we'd all have a sing and dance. That is exactly what happened, but before we had the song and dance, I went out to walk her half-brother's dad's dog Pluto around the country park in my town, which is typical because i'd just walked through two towns to get to her house in the first place. During this dog walk I realised that I've finally overcame my cynophobia, HALLELUJAH! I actually stroked three strange dogs yesterday without even thinking about it.
After the walk was over, we had our song and dance, and after that we stopped and I got the yes I had asked for on Wednesday. the next few minutes went uphill hill, I even got offered lunch by her mother (who has amazing carpets by the way, so soft and fluffy). I then went look at her ponies (not a euphemism, I mean My Little Pony toys) of which she gave me two, I think they are G2 Ponies, I'm not too sure though, one is an earthpony variant of Rainbow Dash, and the other is another earthpony, neither of us know the name to, but we just know she is part of the Apple family, so she is now to be known as Apple Picnic, based on her cutie mark which appears to be a red apple on a green picnic blanket, (she has a red coat and a green mane/tail).
Unfortunately she had an unfortunate realisation; she has never had a boyfriend before and therefore didn't know how protective her friends would be over her, especially the one I had my first "totally-not-a-date" with the other week. So now she fears for my balls which she strongly believes are going to get kicked in, I really hope they don't. either way we won't find out about it until Tuesday since it's a bank holiday tomorrow, so wish my balls luck.
So the first thing that happened was my computer had a Trojan virus and the entire computer needed to be purged, which meant I lost my pirated version of Guitar Pro 6. Thankfully the version I actually purchased this time arrived yesterday, but nobody told me until this morning. My family really is helpful. I'd also like to say that my pirated version was much better, because when it was still pirated I could open the files I download directly from my download bar, which for some reason I can't now.
Next was the jolly roger, since my computer took seven and a half hours to purge I went downstairs, booted up my brothers computer, and then I installed Inkscape, taught myself how to use it and designed a jolly roger to put on a t-shirt, when it was done, me and my dad transferred it onto his computer so it could be turned into the right file type, and cut it out on vinyl first (as a test). It worked surprisingly well first time, so my dad stuck that jolly roger onto the wheelie bin. We were satisfied with the results, so now my dad thinks it would be a good idea to print out a load more of these logos to stick on t-shirts and sell them on eBay. I feel quite special, this shirt received quite a few compliments when I wore it to school on Friday.
Next there was Wednesday, which was pretty mundane other than one thing, a girl at school asked me to join her for singing practice, so I did, and the next thing I knew two hours had passed. During that time I did ask her out, but I didn't get a reply, unfortunately...
Thursday was the most important day of the week, that was the day of my Sixth Form Concert! and the few hours before it were torture, I had teachers rammed up my arse because my taste in music is too inappropriate for school, and because someone in the audience might have had a miscarriage, or accidentally killed their girlfriends, raped her then committed suicide. I was actually told I couldn't sing one of them in case someone had had a miscarriage, I don't know why, none of the songs had anything to do with miscarriages.
Anyway despite all these setbacks I had a blast performing, and for some stupid reason I put my hardest song first, which meant I screwed up more because I was still nervous at that point. I was especially glad to have been taking part in the concerts finale, that received many compliments from the attendees, we performed Thin Lizzy's Dancing in the Moonlight, I played the bass for it, and I looked good doing so.
The final interesting thing was Saturday which started off as a "totally-not-a-date" but ended up with actually being one. It was simple really, I was to meet that girl who I joined for singing practice, outside a school near her house, and then she'd show me back to her house, and we'd all have a sing and dance. That is exactly what happened, but before we had the song and dance, I went out to walk her half-brother's dad's dog Pluto around the country park in my town, which is typical because i'd just walked through two towns to get to her house in the first place. During this dog walk I realised that I've finally overcame my cynophobia, HALLELUJAH! I actually stroked three strange dogs yesterday without even thinking about it.
After the walk was over, we had our song and dance, and after that we stopped and I got the yes I had asked for on Wednesday. the next few minutes went uphill hill, I even got offered lunch by her mother (who has amazing carpets by the way, so soft and fluffy). I then went look at her ponies (not a euphemism, I mean My Little Pony toys) of which she gave me two, I think they are G2 Ponies, I'm not too sure though, one is an earthpony variant of Rainbow Dash, and the other is another earthpony, neither of us know the name to, but we just know she is part of the Apple family, so she is now to be known as Apple Picnic, based on her cutie mark which appears to be a red apple on a green picnic blanket, (she has a red coat and a green mane/tail).
Unfortunately she had an unfortunate realisation; she has never had a boyfriend before and therefore didn't know how protective her friends would be over her, especially the one I had my first "totally-not-a-date" with the other week. So now she fears for my balls which she strongly believes are going to get kicked in, I really hope they don't. either way we won't find out about it until Tuesday since it's a bank holiday tomorrow, so wish my balls luck.
Sunday 20 April 2014
GTA V Is Absolute Shite!
Since I have had little else to do I've spent the majority of the week playing video games, namely Skyrim and Killing Floor. I also played Grand Theft Auto V because it is apparently a really good game, but no, as it turns out it is probably the worst game to have been released so far in this decade, I'd rather play Fifa '14. I don't see what all the fuss was about a game with a horrendous control system, physics engine and story was all about, the overuse of the words "fuck" and "nigger" didn't help either. I've got nothing against profanity, but you can't make an entire sentence out of the words "fuck" and "nigger".
I suppose the fuss is all about the mindless violence, but really if I wanted to play a game with mindless violence I'd play Prototype, that at least has a story, and quite a good one in my opinion, hell even Crackdown has a better storyline than Grand Theft Auto. I may just be fussy when it comes to games, but I like games that have a decent storyline and a nice feel to the gameplay mechanics, I hope you can understand what I mean by that, because I can't explain it. Another thing I like is immersion, I like to feel like I'm part of the world the game is set, when I play Fallout 3 I feel like I'm the Lone-Wanderer who is saving the Capital Wasteland, when I play Gears of War 3 I feel like I'm fending off hordes of locusts, hell when I play Overlord I Feel like I'm an evil overlord who commands armies of goblins.
Sometimes there are great games that don't strictly have a storyline such as Minecraft, Team Fortress and Killing Floor. These games are great because they make up for it in gameplay, and you can make up your own storyline to them. On the other end of the scale there are bad games with good storylines, such as Too Human, which isn't worth talking about, and also Final Fantasy XIII which is just a film that pauses every now and again so you can move a character four feet to the left so another cinematic can start.
Another thing I hate about Grand Theft Auto is the fact it kept changing my radio station from the classic rock station I left on to the station full of "music" that sounds like a bunch of fat people puking and farting along to some idiot smacking a bass drum with his face, or the other station that was full of lyrics that must have been written by a four year old with tourettes because every line in it is so disjointed, and full of profanity and, more importantly, there isn't a single piece of punctuation to be found in any of them damned "songs".
If you haven't guessed I really despise Grand Theft Auto, I'd rather vigorously dildo myself with a rasp than play it again. If your interested in a few games I approve of try these ones:
Killing Floor
Blue Dragon
Skyrim
Fallout 3
Oblivion
Prototype
Minecraft
Diablo II
Half Life
On a completely unrelated topic I watched Fight Club last night for the first time and it probably one of the best films I have ever seen, so I'll be buying that on DVD as soon as I get the opportunity. I also watched the first two episodes of a show called Person of Interest, which was pretty damned good, so I'll be watching the rest of those when I'm done with Breaking Bad.
I suppose the fuss is all about the mindless violence, but really if I wanted to play a game with mindless violence I'd play Prototype, that at least has a story, and quite a good one in my opinion, hell even Crackdown has a better storyline than Grand Theft Auto. I may just be fussy when it comes to games, but I like games that have a decent storyline and a nice feel to the gameplay mechanics, I hope you can understand what I mean by that, because I can't explain it. Another thing I like is immersion, I like to feel like I'm part of the world the game is set, when I play Fallout 3 I feel like I'm the Lone-Wanderer who is saving the Capital Wasteland, when I play Gears of War 3 I feel like I'm fending off hordes of locusts, hell when I play Overlord I Feel like I'm an evil overlord who commands armies of goblins.
Sometimes there are great games that don't strictly have a storyline such as Minecraft, Team Fortress and Killing Floor. These games are great because they make up for it in gameplay, and you can make up your own storyline to them. On the other end of the scale there are bad games with good storylines, such as Too Human, which isn't worth talking about, and also Final Fantasy XIII which is just a film that pauses every now and again so you can move a character four feet to the left so another cinematic can start.
Another thing I hate about Grand Theft Auto is the fact it kept changing my radio station from the classic rock station I left on to the station full of "music" that sounds like a bunch of fat people puking and farting along to some idiot smacking a bass drum with his face, or the other station that was full of lyrics that must have been written by a four year old with tourettes because every line in it is so disjointed, and full of profanity and, more importantly, there isn't a single piece of punctuation to be found in any of them damned "songs".
If you haven't guessed I really despise Grand Theft Auto, I'd rather vigorously dildo myself with a rasp than play it again. If your interested in a few games I approve of try these ones:
Killing Floor
Blue Dragon
Skyrim
Fallout 3
Oblivion
Prototype
Minecraft
Diablo II
Half Life
On a completely unrelated topic I watched Fight Club last night for the first time and it probably one of the best films I have ever seen, so I'll be buying that on DVD as soon as I get the opportunity. I also watched the first two episodes of a show called Person of Interest, which was pretty damned good, so I'll be watching the rest of those when I'm done with Breaking Bad.
Monday 14 April 2014
Totally Not a Date...
I actually had an interesting week, and since the Poison Dwarf is no longer a part of my life I can get to work on moving forward without getting slapped for every suggestion I make. I ended up spending the last week trying to woo another girl, and I ended up having a "Totally Not a Date" with her on Friday. I call it that because that's exactly what she called it (for now, I'm still friendzoned), and with how the plans changed it wasn't really a date anyway.
Our "Totally Not a date" was still fun, it started off with a walk that took us through three towns, because she lives a long way from school and she has to walk home, so I took the opportunity to walk home with her so I wouldn't get lost trying to find her house. Once we had arrived we sat around eating chocolate and laughing at the idiots who appear on reality TV, it doesn't get much better than that, until you order a Chinese.
I believe by definition a date actually involves going out somewhere, which was the original plan, but we couldn't be bothered, and that Chinese was much better than going to Pizza Hut. So it genuinely wasn't a date, it was just fun, and I don't think I moved any closer to leaving the friendzone, although I haven't spoken to her since Friday, so I can't say for sure.
To change the subject completely, my head is full of so many ideas, i just wished I had the money, the skill and more importantly the space to do them, I really can't wait for the day when I can move out, but that might be a while, a long while. There is a ridiculously slim chance that funds won't be a question for one of my ideas, but thinking that way is a little morbid, and I'd just be dreaming.
Our "Totally Not a date" was still fun, it started off with a walk that took us through three towns, because she lives a long way from school and she has to walk home, so I took the opportunity to walk home with her so I wouldn't get lost trying to find her house. Once we had arrived we sat around eating chocolate and laughing at the idiots who appear on reality TV, it doesn't get much better than that, until you order a Chinese.
I believe by definition a date actually involves going out somewhere, which was the original plan, but we couldn't be bothered, and that Chinese was much better than going to Pizza Hut. So it genuinely wasn't a date, it was just fun, and I don't think I moved any closer to leaving the friendzone, although I haven't spoken to her since Friday, so I can't say for sure.
To change the subject completely, my head is full of so many ideas, i just wished I had the money, the skill and more importantly the space to do them, I really can't wait for the day when I can move out, but that might be a while, a long while. There is a ridiculously slim chance that funds won't be a question for one of my ideas, but thinking that way is a little morbid, and I'd just be dreaming.
Sunday 6 April 2014
Some Nice Advice...
If you read my last post you should have guessed hat this week was actually quite depressing, watching romantic films earlier definitely didn't help either. I think I've successfully managed to piss off a nice portion of the school, I've successfully pissed of my ex, but I had no choice, I needed to piss her off, and I managed to get rejected by the girl who has been flirting with me for over two years now, when I didn't even ask her out in the first place. My week was just swell...
Anyway, I did manage to reconnect with my good old mate Matty, and I spent a nice portion of the week playing Gears of War 3 with him, I also went on a bike ride with him and my other mate, who is also called Matty (just to be awkward, but thankfully the other Matty who I talk to didn't join us, and I know many more Matty's), and this bike ride really pissed off my step mother because I got her bike really dirty, but that is what she gets when she buys my bike off of me instead of fixing up the bike I gave to her free of charge.
About the situation with my ex, I think I've successfully made it so she won't talk to me again, and I've stole her friendship circle. That should make me an asshole, and I should feel bad about it, but I already knew I was an asshole, and I fell perfectly fine with it. The only reason I feel fine with it is simply because we tried being friends once and it didn't work out, we just reconciled in the general hope that we'd both put effort in, I put effort into making that relationship work, she claims she did. Now she's gone, well not really I still share the same damned lessons as her.
I think Friday was the most depressing day of the week, I spent it telling my friend Zaina (who was one of those from my ex's friendship circle) about the things I did for my ex while we were together, the little things things that I did because I cared for her. She never cared about those things I did for her, she just berated me for them.
I did learn a few things though, firstly if you're going to fuck shit up, make sure you do it properly, and secondly, always make contingency plans...
Anyway, I did manage to reconnect with my good old mate Matty, and I spent a nice portion of the week playing Gears of War 3 with him, I also went on a bike ride with him and my other mate, who is also called Matty (just to be awkward, but thankfully the other Matty who I talk to didn't join us, and I know many more Matty's), and this bike ride really pissed off my step mother because I got her bike really dirty, but that is what she gets when she buys my bike off of me instead of fixing up the bike I gave to her free of charge.
About the situation with my ex, I think I've successfully made it so she won't talk to me again, and I've stole her friendship circle. That should make me an asshole, and I should feel bad about it, but I already knew I was an asshole, and I fell perfectly fine with it. The only reason I feel fine with it is simply because we tried being friends once and it didn't work out, we just reconciled in the general hope that we'd both put effort in, I put effort into making that relationship work, she claims she did. Now she's gone, well not really I still share the same damned lessons as her.
I think Friday was the most depressing day of the week, I spent it telling my friend Zaina (who was one of those from my ex's friendship circle) about the things I did for my ex while we were together, the little things things that I did because I cared for her. She never cared about those things I did for her, she just berated me for them.
I did learn a few things though, firstly if you're going to fuck shit up, make sure you do it properly, and secondly, always make contingency plans...
Monday 31 March 2014
Late Post is Late... Again
I'd like to apologise for the lateness of this post, yet again my brother threw my schedule off. I'll be honest with you last week was not even remotely interesting, I thought it would be, but it really wasn't. So this post is just about today.
The first thing I did when I got into school today was cause a lot of controversy and get my self into some serious trouble. How you ask? I wrote a song, however, this wasn't just any song, this was a special song that was designed to be performed at the Sixth Form Leavers Assembly. The reason it caused so much controversy is because I named certain people I despise, and insulted them. It was worth all the trouble, it brightened up my day, it was an epic experiment to see how quickly news travels around the school (25 minutes), and the damn annoying wench I hate, now knows that I hate her. Job well done if you ask me.
The annoying thing that happened to me today is that I found out I only have one more guitar lesson left, so I won't be doing a graded exam. It's a shame, but I can cope, I'll just buy the books from Amazon and learn everything myself (well that's the idea anyway).
Finally I got dumped, I sure as hell hope she doesn't want to remain friends because that didn't work last time, so it sure as hell won't work again, I plan on staying dumped, until another subject approaches worth dating, and no, I don't care how bad that sounds.
About this "damn annoying wench" I mentioned earlier, the only reason I included her into this song was to prove to my jealous (at the time) girlfriend that I didn't like her, so I was quite pleased to know that the "damn annoying wench" was giving me nasty looks between tears. Now I think it was a waste to include her in my song (which I titled Screw You by the way), since Dana dumped me anyway. I guess jealousy wasn't the only reason she wanted me gone.
Anyway the one thing the "damn annoying wench" doesn't know is that the song I wrote for my year 11 music GCSE was actually about her, I hated her vanity (back when I had self-esteem issues), so I wrote a song about how she'd only look pretty if I doused her in kerosene and burned her alive. It got me a Distinction.
Anyway now that I'm no longer tethered to a post, I guess I can go back to doing stupid things again! The only problem is, I've had a girlfriend for so long I can't remember how to be single. I guess I'll just have to sit at home with my Warhammer figures and watch cartoons while I either paint them or play bass.
Speaking of basses I'm being lent a 6-string bass, so I can finally start learning some Dream Theater songs.
The first thing I did when I got into school today was cause a lot of controversy and get my self into some serious trouble. How you ask? I wrote a song, however, this wasn't just any song, this was a special song that was designed to be performed at the Sixth Form Leavers Assembly. The reason it caused so much controversy is because I named certain people I despise, and insulted them. It was worth all the trouble, it brightened up my day, it was an epic experiment to see how quickly news travels around the school (25 minutes), and the damn annoying wench I hate, now knows that I hate her. Job well done if you ask me.
The annoying thing that happened to me today is that I found out I only have one more guitar lesson left, so I won't be doing a graded exam. It's a shame, but I can cope, I'll just buy the books from Amazon and learn everything myself (well that's the idea anyway).
Finally I got dumped, I sure as hell hope she doesn't want to remain friends because that didn't work last time, so it sure as hell won't work again, I plan on staying dumped, until another subject approaches worth dating, and no, I don't care how bad that sounds.
About this "damn annoying wench" I mentioned earlier, the only reason I included her into this song was to prove to my jealous (at the time) girlfriend that I didn't like her, so I was quite pleased to know that the "damn annoying wench" was giving me nasty looks between tears. Now I think it was a waste to include her in my song (which I titled Screw You by the way), since Dana dumped me anyway. I guess jealousy wasn't the only reason she wanted me gone.
Anyway the one thing the "damn annoying wench" doesn't know is that the song I wrote for my year 11 music GCSE was actually about her, I hated her vanity (back when I had self-esteem issues), so I wrote a song about how she'd only look pretty if I doused her in kerosene and burned her alive. It got me a Distinction.
Anyway now that I'm no longer tethered to a post, I guess I can go back to doing stupid things again! The only problem is, I've had a girlfriend for so long I can't remember how to be single. I guess I'll just have to sit at home with my Warhammer figures and watch cartoons while I either paint them or play bass.
Speaking of basses I'm being lent a 6-string bass, so I can finally start learning some Dream Theater songs.
Monday 24 March 2014
Late Post is Late
Yes this post is a day late, my only excuse is I had a barbecue with my bro and that threw off my schedule, but know one really cares, only three people will actually read this post anyway.
Anyway I finished writing my story and I'm handing out copies to people willing to give me constructive criticism, I haven't received any yet, but I will. According to MS Word 2010 it has 10,515 words which means I won the little "bet" I had with my mate Freddo, who said I'd get bored of writing before I made it to ten thousand words, and since I have done more than ten thousand words I get an Easter Egg, but he's too embarrassed to buy me a Disney Princess Easter Egg, which is a shame, I love Disney Princesses.
The only other thing that happened to me last week was actually quite a pain in the ass, me and my girlfriend of over two years, Dana, briefly split up, we were saved after Alice Cooper said some really nice inspirational words that, in my tired stupor, I forgot. Despite my forgetfulness I still sent Alice an email thanking him for saving my relationship.
this week looks like it's going to be quite a ball-ache, one day in and I'm given a ridiculous job, which I'll tell you about on Sunday, if I remember this time.
Anyway I finished writing my story and I'm handing out copies to people willing to give me constructive criticism, I haven't received any yet, but I will. According to MS Word 2010 it has 10,515 words which means I won the little "bet" I had with my mate Freddo, who said I'd get bored of writing before I made it to ten thousand words, and since I have done more than ten thousand words I get an Easter Egg, but he's too embarrassed to buy me a Disney Princess Easter Egg, which is a shame, I love Disney Princesses.
The only other thing that happened to me last week was actually quite a pain in the ass, me and my girlfriend of over two years, Dana, briefly split up, we were saved after Alice Cooper said some really nice inspirational words that, in my tired stupor, I forgot. Despite my forgetfulness I still sent Alice an email thanking him for saving my relationship.
this week looks like it's going to be quite a ball-ache, one day in and I'm given a ridiculous job, which I'll tell you about on Sunday, if I remember this time.
Sunday 16 March 2014
Confusion? Depression? What the Smeg am I Actually Doing?
It's that time of the week again when I say something to try and help me keep track of my life. I'm pleased to say that this week week went without a hitch, well almost without a hitch, there was a minor breakdown on Wednesday.
I'd like to start by saying simply that every one comes to that point in their life when they begin to doubt their sexuality, I've been in that point for over two years now. I don't know why I'm still there, but I am. I guess it has something to do with the simple fact my girlfriend wears the trousers in this relationship. I'm sure there is something wrong about me needed to force her to watch a romantic film with me, I'm sure there is something wrong with me dragging her on a shopping trip. Seriously, shouldn't those be the other way around?
So if you haven't guessed, I'm kind of confused. I suppose I just have slight self-esteem issues, I guess that's quite common amongst teenagers like myself, and if you couple it with my vanity I guess that just puts me in denial, so at least I'm finally realising and admitting my problems. But I get the feeling that is also quite common, and as far as I'm concerned my vanity helps me with my self-esteem issues on the short-term, and the long-term is too far away for me to give two shits about, (and trust me I can't actually throw one shit that far let alone two).
My minor breakdown on Wednesday was nothing serious, it's like every other teenage relation relationship problem but without the assistance of drugs, or alcohol, or sex, and it didn't end in me getting dumped. I guess that means it wasn't like every other relationship problem then, so never mind.
Now for the important part, what the smeg am I doing? to be perfectly honest, I have no clue. I've been running, I've been writing, I've not been paying attention in class, I've been wishing I owned a contrabassoon (or I could at least afford one), and I've surprised my music teacher with my knowledge of classical music. But those things aren't really going to help me get any where in my life.
The problem with being eighteen is that everyone expects you to know what it is you want to do, and to also know how you're going to go about doing it, yet with the way things are, I don't think I stand much of a chance in getting to where I want to go, especially since all my plans have been destroyed.
If you read my first post on this blog you'd know that I want to join the army as a soldier, that is Plan A, but a few things have happened which make that unlikely, number one is that the army is supposed to be reducing in size, which means my chances of getting in have also been reduced, number two is that the nearest recruitment centre has been demolished so the next nearest is too far far away, and number three, my only remaining option is to apply online, which is a big problem.
There is a simple reason as to why it has a big problem and that is because my doctor screwed up my medical report when I was about eighteen months old. My records say I'm allergic to penicillin, which I'm not, but of course if I put I'm not allergic to penicillin in the medical test my record will get viewed and they will see that it says I am, therefore I'll be rejected from the army for lying about my medical. the next problem is that there is no "further comments" box in that questionnaire so I can't explain myself. And the final problem is that this is my last shot, I can only apply twice every twelve months.
Plans B & C are less attainable, so they don't make very good back-up plans. Plan B is to become a firefighter: Plan C, an author. This means I need a Plan D and I have no idea what I want to do with my life that I could use as a Plan D, maybe I'll just some Cthulhu and have him destroy the world so i don't have to worry any more, but I doubt an elder god will listen to me, so he'll most likely destroy me instead (if he answers my summons of course).
The only Plan D I can think of I'm a bit late to act upon, and That's go to university, the problem is the course I want to take requires me to be grade six in an orchestral instrument, I'm currently working towards grade five in guitar, but I don't think that counts as an orchestral instrument, and finally I can't afford a contrabassoon.
On the upside my short story is coming along nicely, and I should be able to finish it this week and start work on my next one. I have a few stories in mind, but two of them are going to require a bit of practise beforehand, so that's why I'm writing the shorter stories first.
Sunday 9 March 2014
Music, Love & Adventure?
Unlike last week, this week was very productive, I was also quite lonely for most of it. Also this week did have an interesting event, or at least interesting compared to everything else I do, it was the Year 11 Music Concert!
I'd like to first get the bit that you're probably not so interested in, my Warhammer game with my brother, William. Yet again it was my Dark Angels versus his Eldar, and yet again I got annihilated. I am at least slowly staring to understand the rules, I still don't have the grasp on strategy that I really need, but I'm getting the rules down. As it turns out I'm also short on firepower, so that needs changing, seems like the best way to do that would be by spending another £70, and naturally, I don't have £70 to spend on Warhammer models.
The title of this post consists of the three most interesting parts of my week, and I'll talk about them in that order. The first point, Music, is about the concert I mentioned in the first paragraph. I watched it solely because my friend Lydia Sweetmore (and contrary to my girlfriends beliefs, we are just friends) was performing in it. Unfortunately it wasn't the sort of concert where you can jump up and down like an idiot and start a mosh pit: it was an exam, so we all had to sit still and be quiet.
I know that may sound boring, sitting watching an exam for an hour and a half, but all the acts were pretty darn good, even the guys that screwed up, because they screwed up with dignity. I was actually impressed by the lack of screw ups, when I did that concert it was just full of failures, and mishaps. The only mistakes that happened in this concert was some girl (whose name I can't remember) forgot to tune the guitar she was playing before performing, and decided not to play guitar for the girl singing (whose name I also can't remember), instead she just clapped a beat. I'm not going to mention the other failure (which I didn't even notice) in case she finds this blog and tears out my spleen, yeah, she's a wee bit over-dramatic.
So what's all this about Love? simple really, I've started writing stories again, and I'm writing a romance, a strange romance, but a romance none the less. The story is about a fourteen year old lad named Jack Smyth, and about the unfortunate happenings that seem to occur to him, well actually it's about the new girl at school who he falls in love with, and the various misadventures they go on.
Speaking of Adventures, (this is even more anticlimactic), I'm planning on turning that Minecraft castle I started working on last week, into an adventure map, If that's ever finished I'll post it on Planet Minecraft so you can download it and get engrossed in whatever tale I can come up with.
As a final point, I was thinking I should learn bassoon, at least I was until I saw how much they cost. They're one of the few woodwind Instruments I like (alto and tenor saxophones being the other), they're also one of the hardest to play apparently. Annoyingly they aren't a very popular opinion, so they aren't manufactured in bulk, which means I have to fork out £900 to buy one, at least I can actually make that much in a year now (barely). I really need a proper job.
I'd like to first get the bit that you're probably not so interested in, my Warhammer game with my brother, William. Yet again it was my Dark Angels versus his Eldar, and yet again I got annihilated. I am at least slowly staring to understand the rules, I still don't have the grasp on strategy that I really need, but I'm getting the rules down. As it turns out I'm also short on firepower, so that needs changing, seems like the best way to do that would be by spending another £70, and naturally, I don't have £70 to spend on Warhammer models.
The title of this post consists of the three most interesting parts of my week, and I'll talk about them in that order. The first point, Music, is about the concert I mentioned in the first paragraph. I watched it solely because my friend Lydia Sweetmore (and contrary to my girlfriends beliefs, we are just friends) was performing in it. Unfortunately it wasn't the sort of concert where you can jump up and down like an idiot and start a mosh pit: it was an exam, so we all had to sit still and be quiet.
I know that may sound boring, sitting watching an exam for an hour and a half, but all the acts were pretty darn good, even the guys that screwed up, because they screwed up with dignity. I was actually impressed by the lack of screw ups, when I did that concert it was just full of failures, and mishaps. The only mistakes that happened in this concert was some girl (whose name I can't remember) forgot to tune the guitar she was playing before performing, and decided not to play guitar for the girl singing (whose name I also can't remember), instead she just clapped a beat. I'm not going to mention the other failure (which I didn't even notice) in case she finds this blog and tears out my spleen, yeah, she's a wee bit over-dramatic.
So what's all this about Love? simple really, I've started writing stories again, and I'm writing a romance, a strange romance, but a romance none the less. The story is about a fourteen year old lad named Jack Smyth, and about the unfortunate happenings that seem to occur to him, well actually it's about the new girl at school who he falls in love with, and the various misadventures they go on.
Speaking of Adventures, (this is even more anticlimactic), I'm planning on turning that Minecraft castle I started working on last week, into an adventure map, If that's ever finished I'll post it on Planet Minecraft so you can download it and get engrossed in whatever tale I can come up with.
As a final point, I was thinking I should learn bassoon, at least I was until I saw how much they cost. They're one of the few woodwind Instruments I like (alto and tenor saxophones being the other), they're also one of the hardest to play apparently. Annoyingly they aren't a very popular opinion, so they aren't manufactured in bulk, which means I have to fork out £900 to buy one, at least I can actually make that much in a year now (barely). I really need a proper job.
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