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.

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.

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.

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...