Christmas is dead

Let's be honest, now that we are all so ground up, Christmas is dead. Christmas used to be all about the excitement, but now it feels like some smelly old tramp, who used to be a child actor but now has got fat, grown a beard and got mental.

When you were kid, you'd count the sleeps till Christmas. It'd be ever so exciting thing. And then you'd be like more excited than when you went to Disneyland - which was just MAGICAL. And then santa would come and you'd try and listen out for him, but of course you were told that Santa only comes when you are asleep - quite convienent. And then he'd drink the glass of sherry and eat the mince pie and carrot.

Christmas is such a child's holiday and now, we're no longer children. We can no longer fully appreciate this holiday. I'm now going to have to wait till I have children of my own and I can make Christmas magical for them until I can appreciate it again. Until then, Christmas shall be about getting drunk and being one of the only times of the year where I see the family :)

Might do another blog on Doctor Who later :) Adios x

Christmas is upon us...

By the time you read this, it will probably already be Christmas. But at the time of writing this sentence it is exactly 18:21 on the 24th December 2009. Christmas is pratically here. Santa is readying his sleigh and getting the reindeers ready. And doing his final pre-flight checks. At this moment in time, it's already Christmas in Australia.

Can you not just feel the excitement? My parents are currently downstairs wrapping the presents. I did all my Christmas shopping this year online and have had mine wrapped since Sunday. A fact that I haven't failed to point out to my parents, who were still running around getting presents yesterday. You have to be prepared! It doesn't do to not be prepared! You don't want to be one of those people who are running around at last minute trying to get anything that will be remotely liked. As I like to please people, I like to put a lot of thought into presents. And it cannot go to get something that they ask for, you have to suprise them and get them a good gift. It's all about the suprise.

What else? Ah yes. It pretty much looks like it's going to be a White Christmas now. I don't mean to jinx it or anything.However, there is a lot of snow around here and I don't forsee that melting overnight. I'd quite like it to snow more. There's not quite enough snow. I want there to be masses and masses of it. So I can get out my little sledge thing and go sledging on Redhill. It looks like it'll be the first White Christmas since 1981. How awesome is that?

Well, I wish you all a Merry Christmas. I shall be blogging tomorrow of course. I'll probably blog on my Christmas routine. I told the everyone a couple of weeks ago what my routine was, and they couldn't believe it. They said I lived in a Dicken's Novel.

Anywayyyy, Merry Christmas. Adios

Can't, Shalln't, Won't

I decided that most days of the holidays I was going to do a maths paper everyday for revision. I soon realised this was rather ambitious. Last week, I did quite a lot of revision to be fair, but this week I've not managed to do anything. I was hoping I'd do one paper this week. I haven't.

Since we've broken up I've done two papers. And this is quite actually considering nearly every night I've been busy doing on thing or another. But it came to today and I had a two hour window to revise and by the time I actually finished showering and eating and preparing myself and trying to get a damn paper to print it was far too late and I didn't do any work at all. Proper annoying. It makes me rage so much because I don't want to fail again. When I realised I couldn't do any more work today and I hadn't done any I raged like I've not raged in a long time. I went to my room shouted "FUCK IT!" as angrily and loud as I could and threw my slipper at the wall. I'm not proud of such rages like this, but this is easily the first one since summer.

You see, last January I didn't try particularly hard to revise... or the January before. Scrap that. I can't revise over Christmas, I'm terrible at it. I'd much prefer to have the exams at the end of the Michaelmas term. Why have them in January? It's stupid. Everyone I've talked to is struggling to revise. I know some people who have done nothing. Possibly the most dedicated person I know (Doddsy) is beating himself up about not being able to work.

So you see, revising over Christmas is damn impossible. However, as soon as Christmas ends... I'm setting a target of 2 papers for the end of the holidays. It's not particulary ambitious, but it's realistic. It's better to set targets that you will meet instead of aiming too high and then adjusting your plans over and over again and then throwing slippers at walls.

Sighhh. Nice little bitch blog there. Adios x

Playing Snooker

So basically yesterday I spent a total of about 15 hours awake, and of these hours, I spent 14 of them in town. We went down to Riley's in Derby (just up from Waterstones) and played some pool and snooker. We elected to play a couple of hours of snooker on a full sized table, just to see what it would be like.

None of us had ever played snooker on a full sized table before and to be honest, we were all pool players. Now, don't get me wrong we're all mighty good at pool. Probably with the exception of myself, I seemed to play the worst out of everyone. But yeah, transfer to a big snooker table and you'd think we'd have never touched a cue before in our life. We had two hours to play and we only had three games. We didn't even get to finish the third game because we ran out of time.

Basically, we just kept potting reds. Noone was really potting any colours because we were all so crap on the big table. We'd put a red and be super happy about that and then not be in a position to pot another because we'd be concentrating too hard on potting a red. There was a few colour pots before all the reds were gone though, Peter was the only one who managed to sink the black before the end. I sank it at the end on the second game, but it meant we lost on points. Bastards!

But yeah, it was mighty fun and it's also mighty cheap. Pints are only like £2 there and you get a table for two hours for £6. If there's four of you that's just £1.50 each for two hours and then you play doubles. Oh yeah, I'm not sure if you were meant to play doubles in Snooker, but we did anyway. We were also the loudest out of all the tables by far. We went in and everyone was pratically silent. And then we ordered burgers for like £3. It's just amazing, they have all these amazing deals because noone ever goes there.

Next time I got town, I'm defo going there. Especially since it's winter.

In other news:

o Cheer up Amy Wicks!
o See you after New Year Peter
o Thanks for the presents Jenny and Fleur!


Adios x

Let it Snow...

Snow really is beautiful. Not to mention romantic. Ooh, best get a picture. Hang on... I've taken it, I'm just uploading it now. Yeah... There we go! That's the view from my Front Room, which is where I've been sat all day. I'm just chilling watching TV, without a worry in the world. Well, a few worries but I'm trying not to worry about them just now. Where were we? Snow!

So yeah, i didn't think this batch of snow would be any good. The best kind of snow is when you wake up in the morning and you open your curtains and then BLAM! Everything is white. And that childhood instinct takes over and you just want to go and play and play in it! And make snowmen. Last Snowday in Febuary I build a 6 foot snowman. He was actually bigger than me, it was rather impressive. He survived for 5 days before finally melting.

Speaking of playing in the snow, I looked outside just now to take the picture and I saw someone on the other side of the road. Could have been a boy, could have been a girl. About my age. And they were wlaking up the road with wellies on and gloves and a snowball in one hand. So I thought that was rather strange to be honest. But yeah, I haven't really had chance to play in the snow yet.

The best thing to do when it snows is to go up to Redhill. Redhill is this hill in my village, it's a trek and a half away and it's really hidden away. I went there once when I was seven and last snow day I was determined to find it. So I managed to find this hill and we went down on our old (and now compared to me, small) sled like things. When I was a kid I could put my legs fully stretched out and sit and it would be great, now I have to sit cross legged when I sit on it.

So yeah, some blokes decided it would be a good idea to make a ramp out of snow and I decided that going down it on my tiny little sled like thing would be a good idea. So I saw cross legged and I built up speed with my hands and I hit the ramp and flew through the air. There was just one problem... I forgot to hold onto the sled. It fell from underneath me and I was flying through the air crosslegged like some kind of levitating genie. However, he comes the awesome part. I landed on the board and kept going. HOW AWESOME IS THAT? It was one of those times you do something totally awesome and noone was there to watch except a whole crowd of people watched me!

Last night I was coming home and I drunkenly decided it would be a good idea to make a snow angel. There is my drunken attempt of doing just that. It looks more like a creepy snow face than a snow angel though, wouldn't you say? The snow wasn't very good for it and also, I didn't really help things much. There is only one drawback to snow. And it's the cold. I've been freaking freezing lately. I think everyone has to be honest. I've been wrapping up in all manner of clothes. But still, I do love snow anyway. I will leave you with one final picture as I have rambled for far too long - as usual. This is a picture of Humphreys and I, braving the icey winters armed with clothes we found around the house.

Adios x

No worries

This is what I say all the time, no worries. But I don't really practice what I preach. It may suprise you to learn that me, the master of cool and slickness does actually get quite worried from time to time. I only really get worried beforehand, but as soon as I'm there, I'm fine. As soon as I get going then I'm godly.

It's the build up I hate. The waiting, the counting down. I'm very must a now kind of person, I can't be doing with waiting which is so stereotypical of our generation. I mean, I can't even wait till I get home to check my emails! I have them on my phone. My phone makes things so instantaneous for me, I love it. No idea what I'd do without it.

Yeah, we're getting sidetracked here. It's all the little things I worry about really, not the massive things. Stupid tiny things that I can't control. I was sitting in the shower like... what happens if I bend over and I rip my trousers? I mean, who thinks that? I'm not living in a slapstickian American comedy, things like that don't happen in real life! (except apparantly to everyone on fmylife.com) And then I was thinking... What happens if my hand falls off? And I was like no! That doesn't happen, but then I thought well, it's never happened... that's rather COINCIDENTAL don't you think?

So yeah, I worry about stupid things beforehand and I hate waiting. There's not honestly a lot I can do really, I just have to be myself, not matter how cliche that sounded. There's no point doing much else to be honest. Actually that saying is stupid! I deleted the next sentEnce, because it was ridiculous. Anyway, wish me luck yeah? I'm sure everything will be fine and dandy.

Adios x

Pure Rudeness

So we went off to this reunion last night and after a while of sitting in the Cross Keys pub, we decided to move to another pub in the village. I'm not exactly sure why we moved, it was just kinda of decided and then before I knew it, I was riding shotgun in my mate's car on the way there.

So we arrive and we sit down and everyone arrives and we're sat there for a few minutes while we all recooperate and wait for everyone. It couldn't have been more than a minute after the last person sat down that one of the four owners of the pub comes over and tells us if we're not buying drinks we're to clear off and that we're not just allowed to just to: "Keep our arses warm" I mean, this is borderline unfair, but she has a point. It wasn't like the pub was full though, it was just a Thursday night.

So we all ordered drinks and we were sat there round a table. And still the same woman kept giving us dirty looks. What was her problem? Most of us had brought drinks (I'd elected for a pack of monster munch to save funds for Saturday night) and we were happily just chatting quietly. We were by no means the loudest people there because just a few tables away from us a group of my mate's mum's colleagues were having a work do and they were getting a little rowdy (I left the pub to stand outside and walked past them and they all said goodbye to me, having never spoken to me previously in thier lives).

So then half of us were unhappy with being there because we weren't wanted and half of us wanted to stand our ground. That stupid woman divided us. And yeah, there was no need for it. She was just angry at us because we weren't old and we were ruining her old person vibe, they can't have any vitality in that place because it might scare the middle aged people away. We should have kept in the Cross Keys, which is a much younger pub for younger people - I was actually offered a place on a rugby team in there last night :D

Adios x

Reunion

Today I went to my primary school reunion for Redhill Primary School

What's the actual point in reunions? They're so pointless. I mean, I'm not saying I didn't really enjoy mine but it was like really awkward when I first got there. It was all like... Yeah... I used to know you guys about seven years ago but they're all completely different people now.

It was so amazing though. I quite enjoyed catching up with people. There was some guys there who I didn't like years and years ago, who I do like now. But it was quite wierd just sitting there and reminising about when we were all really small. Talking about how I used to be such a twat and bitching about anyone and everyone who wasn't there.

There was a really embarrasing point where I was like: "Hey Chris Gorge, where you studying at?" But he didn't look around and I said it again and he didn't look round. He didn't look because his name wasn't Chris. It was Josh. And I just nearly wrote George then. So that was like really embarrasing because I got his name completely wrong.

I was quite glad I was remembered, I thought everyone would forget me. I walked in and everyone looked round and was like "DAN!" and I was like "Aye aye!" But yeah, it was a good reunion, I'm glad that Leigh organised it.

Adois x

You Want Me

Well, not personally you. Unless you are the University of Sheffield, then it is not you who is wanting my brains. As I said last night, I was quite worried about applying to Sheffield as I thought they'd take one look at my application and then I believe my exact words in the blog last night were: "They'll probably scoff at me and then tell me to jog on."

But they haven't scoffed at me and they haven't told to me to jog on! Which is a good thing, I've only visited the University twice and I thought it was quite good. It's the only city based University I am applying to. Woo! They want my brains! Aaah this is a good feeling. Just as I thought life was at an optimum point! I've got all this going on which is really good - it's Christmas in nine days! (Though it doesn't feel like it - blog for another time) and then I go and get an offer from my first choice whom I didn't think I would get an offer from!

I'm currently listening to Year 3000 as I am in such a good mood, you can't beat a bit of Busted when you want to be happy! I got an offer!! I'm not just waiting on the other univeristies to get thier act togethor, when they realise that Sheffield have sent me an offer they'll go "Shiiii-! We best send him an offer because Sheffield snaps him up!" I got an offer... Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyy-ummmm!

You want me.

Adios x

When You Try So Hard

But you don't succeed. I think I have a tendency to aim too high. I'm always trying to accomplish what is just outside my grasp and am never happy with what I can achieve.

This doesn't so much sound like a bad thing, but sometimes it can screw you over. I am quite worried what Sheffield University are going to say when a history student whose predicted AAB applies for a course with AAA. They'll probably scoff at me and then tell me to jog on. Then again, you don't know. However, my original univeristy choices included three AAAs. My top three were originally York, Leeds and Sheffield. I was considering applying to Oxford until I realised how ridiculous the competition is - congrats Iona btw.

So yeah, I need to learn to set the bar a little bit lower and not have such high standards of myself. Or maybe not? Being ambitious is good, but if you're just going to get depressed when you don't hit your target... what's the point?

The thing about me is, when I do try so hard and I do succeed what was just outside my grasp... I'm not happy. It's like I've climbed Mt Kilamanjaru and then said... "This is wank, let's climb Everest" But if you are happy with it, good for you! Anyway, the morale of today's blog:

Aim high. Adios x

Don't Go Back

Everyone makes bad decisions in life, myself included. I've made a few proper corkers. There's a particular incident that happened at a party in Feburary which I'll never live down. And then there's a bunch of other things. Everyone has them.

However, if someone gave me the option to go back and redo it, I wouldn't do it any differently. And you know why? Because every one of those bad decisions and mistakes has shaped who I am as a person and made me the person I am today. Every bad experience teaches you a lesson. And that defines the difference to those who succeed in life and those that don't. People who succeed don't make mistakes twice.

Every bad decision I make, I make it once and I try and change. It's a struggle sometimes, but if you don't try and change at all and you keep making bad decisions, you won't get anywhere in life.

Out the the ashes, the phoenix will rise.

Adios x

Poker

So as you all know, I have a bit of a vendetta against Apple. Let's not go into that though, because you know that's well old news. However, what news is not that new news is the new news that I have a new MP3 Player (try saying that last night). I got a Creative Zen X-Fi and I'm loving it. On the morning of my birthday I only had the time to slip on a few albums and after struggling with Creative Centrale for a few days, I finally figured out a way to load music onto it easily.

So yeah, it's currently copying all the tunes from my PS3 onto my Zen. It's currently on All Hope Is Gone by Slipknot. Three and a half minutes remain. I've got my tunes from my PS3 going on while I write this lovely blog. God I missed doing this during the three days party, blogging on a laptop is like so relaxing. It feels like I'm writing some kind of book. I should ideally be sat at the park with a cup of tea.

Anyway, back to the point. My Zen. My Zen is 8GBs large, which some would consider to be rather small but I assure you that's all I want. Part of the reason I think my other iPod went ker-plonk on me is because it was an 80GB iPod and I never had more than 10gb on it. And I still argued that getting one that was so big was a good idea. Ooh, it's finished copying.

Aaaah that's what I like to see. A full list of amazing bands. Aaah that's what I like to hear. Teenage Dirtbag. Aaaah. Oh yeah, in keeeping with tradition I realised I have to give my Zen a name. And I decided that my Zen is far to masculine to be a woman. It's clearly a man, it's just not woman material.

Therefore I had decided to call him Poker. Poker is rather fetching, he's like such a man. He's blasting out Wheatus for christ's sake. There is no Lily Allen on Poker. Oh wait, is there? Aah, yes there is. But that's not the point, I'm getting far too wrapped up in this Poker thing. It's kinda a little scary. Yeah, the whole point is that the Zen might not be the best thing out there, but it's the best thing that suits my needs. I don't need some fancy MP3 Player that will wipe my arse for me, I just need one that plays music well. I mean, I have my phone which wipes my arse for me so forgetaboutit.

How cool would it be if you had a application which wiped your arse? That's crazy.

Anyway, I suppose adios x

Us at Paramore

Was alright. Fun times x

Paramore - 11/12

So today me, Conor, Matt English and Peter went to see Paramore at the Birmingham NIA arena. We all stayed together until after the second support act.

We all started at about in the middle, which was about 50 people from the front. Throughout the course of the night we slowly worked our way forward. Everyone except Cone agrees that the first two support bands were wank. One was called: "Now now eat children" and the other "Papercut" or something equally stupid. The headlining support were YouMeAtShit.

After the second support band, the more ambitious of us (Mattew and I) had worked our way six people further forward than Conor and Peter. This is the seperate stories.

Me: Key moments had to be... The second support singer just went: "We've got one more song" and I shouted "FUCK OFF!" and everyone within a two metre radius laughed. Classic. Anyway, Me and Mattew were on our own at nearly the very front when Paramore began. We were six people from the front. I could see the whites of Hayley's eyes! It was amazing. Then I was getting pushed round and beaten loads so I got well pissed off, I was about to smack someone. So me and Matt emegrated back a little until we found the Mosh Pit. So Matt ran in and I followed him and I got shoved loads and then I got pushed out and not much after Matt came out at the exact same place I did. We went back to the front and that's when Matt went schitz, had sweat all over his face, he was dripping more than Michael Jackson at a kid's birthday party. And then he buggered off leaving me alone and me, tired and bruised decided that I would go find Pete. So I sauntered off back to Peter, we finished the songs, had a pint, job done!

Mattew: I love Hayley Williams she is so good live and Paramore are just jizz like actually they are just giant sperm cells inside a human body. At one point I could touch the barrier at the front. Best concert ever. After I fucked off from Dan, one guy was being pushed up and people forgot to support his head and upper body and he fell on his head. Luckily he got up and was fine! The highlight was when Hayley was doing her Misguided Ghosts song sitting oh so close to where I was. Hayley is Jizz.

Conor: IMO, the first support band was absolutely class. The second support band did nothing for me, ok not brill. YouMeAtShit were class, so going to buy their album. And I know Paramore is meant to be for girls and gays, but i'd go 100% hetro for Hayley. But that was one of the hottest (as in heat) nights of my life. I wish I was close to the Mosh Pit cus I would have totally gone in. Highlight of the night: Misery Business. Atmosphere was freaking insane.

Peter: Ok. I'm going to keep this short and sweet - unlike me. Class night, class time, class songs, class company. Can't hear much. Hungry. Highlight of the night: Getting a chant going that the whole room joined in! Peace out!

Day 2 of the three day party is over.Adios x

The Big One Eight

So yesterday I became Eighteen for the first time in my life. It was a magical feeling and something I have been looking forward to for a number of years. It was literally the most exciting birthday I've had since I was a kid. And I'm probably never going to be as excited as I was about this birthday ever again. Which makes me feel sad and old.

People keep asking me what it's like to be 18 (Young People that is) and I can tell you, it feels good. Don't listen to all those cynics who say that being 18 feels no different. This is a complete lie. You feel free, you feel liberated. You have all these new things to do:

You can go to the pub!
You can vote and get that fat git out of power
You can buy porn
You can be in porn
You can no longer muddled by the contradiction in the law that states that you may have sex but not watch it
You can get married
You can get a mortgage
You can make bets and lose all your money
You can buy booze
You can buy fags and die an early death
You can go to "Big Boy Prison"
You can join the army
You can get a loan
You can go to a strip club
You can have sex in America
You can go clubbing
You can make your own medical decisions
You can operate "heavy machinery"
You can fight on the front line over the British Forces
You can pay income tax
You can work behind a bar
You can draw money from a post office account
You can go on jury service
You can make a will
You can buy a house
You can get a credit card
You can see your birth certificate if you were adopted
You can buy a knife
You can watch an 18 rated film


People who are 18, how many of them have you done? I hope to do a lot of them before I'm 19, just for fun and because I can.

And now I'd like to thank everyone who wished me a happy birthday via facebook. In order that is:

Joe Horton, Euan Robertson, Brookers, Laura Winfield, Leanne, Wardle, Becks, Mary-Jane, Debbie Knight, Charlotte Harris, Ash Buxton, Kaytee Scales, Rauwanne, Kerry, Kat Flemming, Batesy, Sarah Potter, Ellie, Jono Miles, Kiran Verma,  Brett Jones, Mara Goodwin, Jack Frostick, Hollie Barton, Beth Ragsdell, Adam Ilsley, Phil Layford, Jono Bentley, Amy Wicks, Matt English, Charlotte Howarth, Alice, Gemma P, Shaun Banks, Josh Barfield and Robert Garner.

And also, I'd like to thank everyone who got me a birthday present, that's very kind of you. Thanks Humphreys, Peter, Matt English, Towler, Vijay, Parents, Emily, Myself, Doddsy, Zac and various family members!

I had an amazing birthday. And the party has not ended yet, a full report on the whole party coming in days to come!

Adios x

First Legal Pint

This is me, sat outside with my first pint as an 18 year old. It's so good.

Two Hours...

It's two hours till my 18th Birthday! I'm proper excited. I've been counting down for so long. And even though I have, it still seemed to come out of nowhere!

Yeah there's a few steps of counting down. You start by counting down the months to your birthday, and then weeks and then days, then hours and then minutes. I starting counting fown on the June 10th, when I was like: "Oh My Japseye, it's six months till I'm 18." Then on Monday I moved to counting hours! I've been planning my work so I don't have to work on my birthday.

I really value my birthday you see, every since i was young my parents made such a big deal out of it. That's why I didn't want to be ill on my birthday. That's why I've been taking so much medication today! I've had loads of paracetamol and strepsils. I even had a hot chocolate made with hot milk. And not to mention I've had AT LEAST ten pints of water.

But I'm very much better now. Better than this morning anyway, I was in such a state this morning. And now I'm a lot better. I'll be in school tomorrow. My presents are sitting downstairs on the dining room table. I want to open them now! Grrrr. Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow! Oh and I don't really believe in cards so don't worry if you haven't got me one, a hug will do fine :)

Adios x

UK Championship

Snooker has returned to our screens in the form of the Snooker UK Championship. If you remember back several months, I watched the World Championship and that was rather enjoyable - Ronnie O'Sullivan (my favourite snookerer) got 147 in one frame (The maximum amount of points you can get in a single frame) but unfortunately Hendry went on to win.

So I've been watching the UKC and it's quite good. I've not seen O'Sullivan yet (his next match is tomorrow at 1.30pm, so I'll be able to watch a bit before I go off to the pub) so that'll be quite safe. Oh and Hendry (whom I don't like) was kicked out. So hopefully O'Sullivan will win.

And wait, now I'm 18 won't I be able to go down to the bookies and put a bet on O'Sullivan winning? I wonder what the odds are? Hang on, I'll google it. It seems that the best odds I can get on O'Sullivan winning the entire thing is 11/4. Which means if I put in £2 I shall get back... £2.72. Making a profit of 72pence. I could buy a boost bar with that! I might just have to do that.

In other news:

o I only have one 1000 word essay left to do for tomorrow.
o I'm getting a lot better
o Birthday tomorrow!

I will not be ill!

Over the course of yesterday I began to develop something horrible. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it's a nasty little thing. I'm sat in my hoody under both my duvets and I'm still cold. It's like I have this massive lump in my throat as well, like I've swallowed a snooker ball and everytime I swallow it kills like a motherbitch.

Being ill is just inconvineint and mostly I just survive and don't really alter much but this time I need to get over this thing as soon as possible. As you are probably well aware by now, it's my birthday in two days. And I will not be ill on my birthday. So I have to rest and drink lots of water (which I have been doing today) and taking a load of paracetamol. I decided that I can't go to college tomorrow, I can't handle a five lesson day in this condition.

What's worse is that if I don't get over this illness then I won't be able to do my history coursework and then I'll be ill on my birthday and it's quite possible that I'll also be working on my birthday. However, whatever happens I will be at college on Thursday. I only have one lesson anyway. I shall get better by my birthday, there's like no other option. I got stuff to do!

But for now I shall lie in bed watching the snooker, slowly dazing off and feeling slightly guilty that I'm not doing my history work.

Ah well, adios x

The Bro Code

After watching How I Met Your Mother a whole bunch of times, I decided that a universal Bro Code would be beneficial. And then not only could me and my bros all follow the bro code then we could also show other bros the right way to treat fellow bros. And this would stop arguments between bros. And Bro-Arguments can lead to Bro-Brawls, which aren't fun at all. So here are the ten basic Bro Commandments of the Bro Code:


1. Bros before Hoes.

2. In the presence of a none-bro (especially hoes), bros must not dick on one another.

3. A bro must not interfere with another bro's hoe unless invited to do so.

4. Bros much try and prevent other bros from getting with a hoe who is not worthy of said bro.

5. Bros are not at liberty to get with another bro's ex.

6. Bros may not get with a hoe that a fellow bro has previously expressed interest in.

7. Bro's mothers and sisters are strictly off limits.

8. Bros must never under any circumstances make eye contact during a devil's threesome.

9. Bros are not at liberty to insult or barate a fellow bro's hoe.

10. Bros before hoes.


Thank you. Adios x

DAN DOESN'T WORK ON HIS BIRTHDAY

I really really REALLY do not want to work on my birthday. I hate it, so much. Luckily this year I only have one lesson on my birthday and it's drama and we have those exploration notes we have to do and I only have to whack out 250 words so I should be fine. It's not really that I'm worried about.

It's actually History I'm worried about. I have three 1000 words essays to do before Friday. However, as I really don't want to work on my birthday (which is Thursday 10th) I have to do these three essays today, tomorrow and wednesday. I have to do a thousand word essay a day. I started with the most difficult one, which is an economic question which is: How Important Were Economic Factors in Unifying Germany? (1790-1890) I really don't think they were very important at all, but I have to back this up and explain this in 1000 words. Well, they were kinda important.

I've spent many hours highlighting and making notes and I'm finally starting to make sense of this whole economics malarkey. Bohme didn't help at all, he talks as if I know about economics, which I really don't. I just want to know how important it was in aspect to the unification. I was quite suprised to open Bruce Waller and find an entire chapter which takes Bohme's ideas one by one and rips them apart. I'm reading through it now, with my trusty green highlighter.

Yeah, I don't work on my birthday. I better get back to work then instead of complaining about how I'm not going to finish this work. Oh well, I'm a procrastinator, what are you going to do? Leave me a comment, I'll get back to you. Eventually.

Adios x

Contribution

Firstly, I've just got back from seeing 2012 and I loved it. Secondly, a long time ago I said I would never write film reviews on this blog and I later went on to break this rule a whole bunch of times. However, today I'm going to do a blog inspired by 2012.

In an apocolyptic situation, where the barebones of society had to be saved for the continuation of the species... Ah fuck this. If it came down to it, I'm not significant enough, rich enough or even talented enough to be deemed worth saving.

And this scares the shit out of me because obviously I want to survive. I don't do jack in the grand scheme of things. If I continue my life as it is, the biggest dent I'll leave on this world will be a beautiful son and daughter. Yes, I will be remembered... but for how long? 3 or 4 generations if I'm lucky? How many of you honestly know your Great Great Great Grandad's name or anything about him? I want to get somewhere in life, I want people to remember me.

I don't care if they remember me for good or bad reasons. As long as in generations to come I am remembered in some tiny minute way. If that's some kid bored in a history class reading how I died when I fell out of a tower and dragged a king with me, then whatever.

Remember me x

Wasted Tears

For Significance, I was originally meant to cry, but I don't know why, but we kinda scrapped it. Well, I scrapped it. The first time we ever performed the Smarties scene, it was amazing. I was flabagastered by how I'd dug into the emotional memory, but since then it just kinda got shit. If you remember THIS, then you'll know all about it.

So basically since that blog everynight I've been making myself cry incase we needed it. But I didn't end up using it in the end, so all those tears went to waste. But at least now I can cry on demand which I'm sure at someone point will become useful? Naah, probalby not. Not in day to day life anyway, but hopefully at some point in my acting future I will be required to cry on demand and I shall be able to whip out the tears easily.

Anyway, must dash. Got a party to get to. The Rock Star, Alex Strongman will be making a guest appearance on here soon. He's blogging about challenging authority.

Adios x

Significance

I performaned my devised piece, Significance today for my A Level.


Thanks for everyone that came and everyone that didn't come... You shall forever be insignificant. Yeah, we had quite a few people who came and I was quite greatful. Carosel was later so half of the cast of that came to see it. I've not had much feedback yet, but I did receive a nice text from Jenny about 20minutes ago saying:

"Hey, welldone in your play today :) was really good. I was proud of my Watson buddy xxx"

I thought it went really well on the whole, but I think my acting wasn't up to scratch. And also, I laughed onstage twice, which is really bad. I was quite disappointed in myself for that, but then come on, it was insanely funny. I did manage to sustain myself from then on. But to be honest, I know I was being marked on my acting, but I was more concerned about whether people would laugh or not. I really wanted it to be funny, because I played a big part in the jokes. Well, we all did. But it was like... OURS. And I think we got more laughs that the Year 10s gave us.

There was only a couple of group fuck ups, as to be expected. They were little things really. Not really important. Except at one point we had one piece of bright red wool stretched across the whole stage. I don't think people really noticed though. People did tend to enjoy it though, as soon as we finished and we'd done our bow, I looked up to the audience and was met by JT and all his shiny white teeth. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Vijay texted me 10minutes afterwards as well, telling me that I'd done really well and that he was proud of me. I'm sure I will get some more feedback on Monday. However, on Monday I have the priledge of watching it. It was recorded you see and we have to watch our own performance and take notes. And I hate the sound of my voice, I'm suprised people don't kill themselves when they hear me. And I'm really hypercritical of myself :/

Anyway, adios x

Internet Ping Pong

So yesterday at... Probably about 09.45, I sent off my UCAS to refferee. It was about time, I have no idea why I waited so long. If I had started this process just one week ago, then I wouldn't be worrying at all, and everything would be fine.

You see, the thing is... You had to hand your UCAS in by the 2nd of December to get a gareentee that it would be sent off to UCAS before Christmas. I however, sent mine in on the 3rd of December, so there is no garentee that it will be sent off, but I am sure it will be because I must have been the first to send my UCAS off that morning, so I'm only one behind the last person to send off there's on the 2nd if that makes any sense at all?

So yeah, I've now done everything that I needed to do on that list and it's been sent off. I finished my personal statement and then my tutor, Mr Mayfield jazzed up the English and fixed the grammar - I even showed him the blog I wrote about him, he was quite impressed - and now it looks pretty damn snazzy. I also put in my LAMDA results - even though the form confused me quite a lot and I may have done it wrong.

So yeah, now I begin the relentless game of Internet Ping Pong as my head of sixth form calls it until I finally get it back and go... "That's finished..." and send it back to them and they go... "Yeah, looks about done" and then they finally send it off and three weeks later I can go and get some offers! People are always going on about thier offers.... But I suppose that's a blog for another day!

Adios x

Moonwalker

So about a month ago or so, a new guy showed up at Watsons by the name of Shaun Banks. Now, one of the very first things I learned about Mr Banks was that he can moonwalk. He taught himself when he was 11 apparantly. I think he might be starting to regret it.

We keep making him do it. It's really cool though, because he pulls it off really well. He is actually amazing at it so it's like wow. And anyway, he's gave me some hints and pointers and I've been having a look at a "How To Moonwalk" video on youtube. It's actually class, makes it look really easy.

So yeah, I've been teaching myself. Don't ask me to do it because at the moment I really am no good at the moment. But more than a few people have complimented how I'm getting better at it. Even Fleur said so.

So yeah, I'm teaching myself how to moonwalk and I hope at some point in the panto to work it into a freestyle part. I'm thinking for the "I'm so excited" dance. Because we have little freestyle sections in that.

Anyway, adios x

You Actual Godsend

UCAS has to be in today. So I've been running around trying to get my Personal Statement approved and what not. Yesterday I thought that there would never be ready in time, so I decided to bypass Mayfield and go straight to the main man, Mark Field. I was rather proud of myself for this idea as it would save a lot of time. I nearly didn't go to Field at all, I was very close to putting my personal statement straight onto the website.

And yeah, I was going to my second lesson, which was history. And I passed Mayfield in the history department. I said hi, he said hi. All was good in the world, and then he stopped me in the doorway and gave me a bollocking about not sending it to him. Apparantly it was really grammaritically incorrect. And I'd made a special effort to grammar and spelling check it. The little paperclip told me it was completey fine, that damn paperclip lied to me.

When I got to go sort it out, I opened up my inbox and found an email from MRF:

"You tell me that Mr Mayfield has OKd this. I don’t believe you. I have stopped half way through this as there are so many silly English errors. Sort them out with him please."

I was quite :( as it has to be handed in today and period 4, lunch and period 7 are my only frees today. So I emailed Mayf all like: "I NEED TO SEE YOU TO SORT THIS SHIT OUT!" - well, paraphrasing but you get the general idea. So, I sent that thinking I had shit loads to do.

Daniel - I have already re written some chunks nad have am assing this by mr Field. I’ll send the final docusment for your approval when done.

He's doing it for me! He's doing the final stage of my personal statement for me, despite the fact that I tried to bypass him. Now I just have to sit back and wait for him to finish so I can read it over, smile and feel content with all the many hours of hard work I put in, and then copy and paste it onto my UCAS, and I can hit send and begin the internet ping pong game with Mrs Mattews until it finally goes off! Maybe by the time I get back I'll have a few offers! :D

Adios x


In other news:

o I'm sitting next to Peter in resources, and he really wanted me to write this for some reason.
o Barters is coming.
o Max told me to add something here, but I couldn't hear him.
o It's the 1st of December! You can start opening your advent calenders now! ^^

31st of Never

If you were to go by my watch, you wouldn't have opened your advent calender this morning. The few of you brave enough to wear a santa hat to college, would remain hatless and we'd still not have flipped our calenders yet.

Unless you have previously heard this story, then you'd be confused about now. Which is the state of mind I like to put you in at the start of a blog anyway, it's a technique used by journalists, as taught to me by the amazing Mrs McNought. Or however you spell that. It's not important right now, I'm kinda rushed for time. This will be a quickee blog, like a shameful blog done inside the toilet of a airplane or wherever.So yeah, stop being sidetracked. I always say that. Oh well. Back to the point behind this whole facade.

Last week, Fleur Archer and Peter O'Connor got thier mits on my watch and they tried desperately to change the time. They tried to no avail. At the time, I thought nothing of it, and put it generally down to thier own stupidity. This week, when it got to the 1st of December, I decided to change my watch to the 1st, as it's analog, so it doesn't keep track of the month. However, it didn't work, I can't change the time.

The bezel thing that changes the time is slightly broken and quite fragile, and to ensure you don't break it you have to do a very specific thing with it. Fleur and Peter decided to change the time without me knowing and of course did not know this and broke it. Now I'm stuck a day behind.

The worst thing is, I realised by the time I get to March, I will be 4 days behind. By May, 5 days. By July, 6 days. By October, 7 days. By December 2010, 8 days. If I don't get it fixed, then it will only be right again in December 2012. However, it shall only be right again until March 2013.

Damn you Peter and Fleur.

Adios x

Procrastination's a bitch

Argh, Jizzy Christ. If I want my UCAS to be sent off before Christmas (which I really really do) Then I have to send it off before Wednesday 2nd December. Which means I've been in a bit of a rush to sort everything out.

I promised myself that I would send off my UCAS by the end of November. In actual fact, I should have it done and dusted and sent off by tomorrow. I didn't have much to do to be perfectly honest, I really should have got this done about a month ago. You see, procrastination is a bitch. But to be perfectly honest, it wasn't so much procrastination as me priotising other things over UCAS. I had loads of time to do UCAS so why worry about it now?

I did actually aim to send off just after the medicine ones went off becuase I logically figured out that this would be the time when the least were being sent off, but somewhere along the line, this plan went tits up. I've just been had a go at for writing this blog instead of sorting it out. But let me explain:

I have three things I need to do. I need to fill in my A Levels, which I cannot do because I don't  have them here, they are at home. I attempted to contact home in order to have them removed from the safe - which I don't have access to, but alas there was no answer. Thus stopping me from progressing to the next step.

The other thing I need to do is to fill in my LAMDA grade 7, but I rummaged through my locker and I couldn't find my Grade 7, but I could find my grade 6 one. But I don't want that one, as I'd get more UCAS points for my Grade 7. However, I have emailed Evadne Fisher, who is my LAMDA teacher (Oh Japseye, I should probably do the introduction and links for her...) and she's going to email me back tomorrow.

The last and most difficult thing I need to do is finish my personal statement. Shouldn't take me too long to do. Just need a bit of tweeking. I've asked for help from a few people and they've gave me some ways to tweek it. I just need to change the odd sentence (please note how I've spelt it correctly) now and then I have finished and I can send the bad boy off where it can be marked by some small bald guy who is probably called Lloyd who ates way too much asparagus.

So yeah, I'm getting it done. Should be done by the end of tomorrow and I can stop worrying! Oh yeah, 18 in ten days.

Adios x

Winter is here

Yeaaaah it is. Hard to believe. It seemed to pop out of nowhere when it was all sunny and blam! It's suddenly cold, after our summer of amazing heat and sun. (For the hard of thinking, that's called sarcasm)

But yeah, it's colder than I remember it. being last year. But that's probably because last year instead of fighting the cold, I hid from it. This year, instead of deciding it's too cold to go to the co-op... well, I go to the co-op. So, in my latest plan against Winter and it's allies, I have purchased a hoody and some gloves. I am also wearing ridiculous amounts of clothes. Yesterday in town, I was literally wearing five layers. I had two t shirts, my rugby shirt, my newly purchased hoody and then my jacket.

It's got to the stage where it's so cold, I'm wearing two pairs of socks, and before you say anything, both of them are on my feet thankyouverymuch. I'm also wearing a t shirt under my shirt when I go to college as it's freaking freezing otherwise. Once on an evening where it was particularly cold and Humphreys and I were sitting at the top of his garden, I elected to wear not only my jeans, but also my suit trousers underneath as well. I did this at a lad's gathering as well. This confused a drunk and tired Ash when I took my jeans off and I was still wearing trousers.

The only thing I'm missing is a hat - which don't suit me, and a scarf - which I don't like.

Wrap up warm! Adios x