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.

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.

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.

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.