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.

Allow Me to Introduce Myself

If you cared to read either of my previous two blogs, and I highly doubt you have read the first, you would already know that I am a typical teenage lad, and I'm full of as much shit as every other teenage lad (or lass). But if you haven't (which Is more likely) I'd like to start out by telling you that I'm a typical teenage lad who is full of as much shit as every other teenage lad (or lass).

Now that  that is over and done with I can get onto the next bit, which is just me trying to tell you a little bit about myself, this may not be that interesting, but it may help understanding me in future blogs, so I will do my best to make it sound as enthralling as I can.

My name is George Booth, I'm 17 years old, and about 5'7 tall. Like everyone I used to follow the naive belief that I would soon become a star, I used to think that I had what it takes to be famous rock star, but if you read my last blog you would know that I don't. So my current ambition, is a much more simpler one, to join the British Army, after that it's the normal boring mundane stuff like buy a house, get married, have 2.3 perfect children, and own a Rolls Royce Phantom. OK owning a Rolls is taking that a little too far, but I think everyone in life truly aims to own their favourite car.

I guess the real question is why. Why do I want to join the army? Why have I given up on my previous ambition to be the next Alice Cooper? The answer is actually quite simple, in fact it can be cut down to just one word: school. Going to school is the thing that destroys dreams. Going to school is the thing that destroys ambitions. If it wasn't for all the teachers telling me what is and what isn't an "acceptable" choice in potential future employment, and making me think beyond the current time, I would still want to be a world renowned musician. But apparently rockstar is an "unacceptable" choice of potential future employment, so army it is.

It's not all doom and gloom though, remember in reception (or kindergarten as it's called everywhere except the UK) when you had to stand up and say "When I grow up I wanna be a [insert job title here]"? Well I said I wanted to be either a soldier or a firefighter, over the years that has changed many times, I've wanted to be a librarian, a vet, an author, an astronaut, a homicidal maniac and even a lab technician, but it's come full circle and I want to be a soldier again.

Of course they would never accept the lazy bastard that I used to be into the army, so I started training, and that gave me a new (inexpensive) hobby: running. Now I run about 18 miles a week (and I even do circuit training when I can). The reason I had to put "inexpensive" in those brackets earlier is because I'm terrible with money, so inexpensive hobbies are quite important. Which makes trying to get a Warhammer 40K army ridiculously hard. I should really blame myself for this but I will instead blame Steam.

Other than running, my hobbies are mostly musical and there is also sex. I am a big fan of music, as you should of guessed by now, in particular psychobilly, punk and metal. And seriously who doesn't like sex.

At the moment there aren't that many things going on in my life, I'm working on achieving grade 5 in my guitar lessons, and I'm also trying to save money, which is even harder now that my brother is badgering me, and Valentines Day is coming up so I have to do something special for my girlfriend, thankfully I have a batch of potential disappointment coming up next week as it will be my 18th birthday, by eldest brother Chaz has promised to take me clay-pigeon shooting, but he hasn't really done particularly well with his last few promises, and since I had a really big Christmas present, I doubt I'm going to get anything too fancy, maybe a Chocolate Orange, to be perfectly honest that would be perfect, I'd love a Chocolate Orange.

Since I mentioned it I may as well say at least something about my Christmas, I got 12 pairs of socks, I couldn't believe it, it would be a godsend, if I didn't already have a tonne of socks, what I really need is jeans and boxer shorts, not socks. admittedly I don't really like the idea of receiving boxer shorts of my brother, but oh well.

I'd like to end with a few favourites of mine.
In regards to music my favourite artists are; Alice Cooper, Iron Maiden, Nekromantix, Marilyn Manson, Blitzkid and Misfits.
In regards to books my favourites are; Frankenstein, Mogworld, The Inheritance Cycle and His Dark Materials.
In regards to films my favourites are; Star Wars, V for Vendetta, Alien, School of Rock and Nosferatu: A Symphony of Horror.
In regards to television* my favourites are; One Piece, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sora No Otoshimono and Squid Girl.

One more thing, according to the definitions I can find, I'm officially a psychopath, but I haven't received a professional opinion as of yet.

* I don't actually like television