29/06/11 - Day 9

Probably going to try and keep this short and sweet, as i thing the super long blogs are abit tedious to read after a while.

I have spent the past couple of days in the company of my "home friends".

I think i have missed their company more than i first realised, and was pleased to spend some quality time catching up with them.

I spent this evening sat outside the pub with my mates. The sun was out, and the view was epic, and for the first time in a while, i genuinely felt happy.

On the other hand, i had the gap that my "Chester friends" have left now we are all at home, but maybe this is a realisation that i cannot cut myself off from either group.

Hopefully August will see me a much happier person in general. Maybe some good shit will happen soon. I think i need it.

In other news, i went to see an advanced screening of the new Transformers film. That's right, i saw it a whole 12 hours before the offical UK release.

Suck it bitches!

I reccommend it to anyone. The graphics in it are amazing, and whilst at first i was disappointed that they had replaced Megan Fox, the new actress has an eaqually amazing body. Cudos to Michael Bay for finding her...

Also thankyou to my 1 follower. 

This made me both excited and miserable at the same time. Now i know that someone actually read my thoughts (Good times). On the other hand, there is only one person. I thank this person greatly, but i would like more people to read this.

Perhaps make myself go viral? - Make some cash from this shit i write. 

I can dream i suppose.

If anyone has suggestions on how to make this happen, let me know.

My picture today relates to a question everybody should ask themselves daily...

Peace x

On a side note..

If you are a dedicated follower of my blog, perhaps you could subscribe to it ?

Not only will it save me texting the people i know to read it, it also lets me know how many people actually read my humble thoughts.

Cheers x

27/06/11 - Day 8

While i write this entry, let it be known that i am having to peel myself off my seat. The heat in this room is immense. I just want you to know what sort of conditions i am enduring to fill you in with my days. I hope that when this finds you, you are not in a similar sort of heat to me.

I might mix up the format today. I might make a rant sandwich. Rant - Daily happenings - Rant.

This will be interesting...

Thanks to the non monitored internet, i have been able to partake in some online gaming. I have missed this very much, and found getting back into slaying some sorry motherfuckers on CoD has been quite easy. However, there is something about the online gaming community that really does not sit well with me.

Firstly, the people that feel it necessary to shout stuff down their microphones. Most of the time, you cannot even make out what the people are saying, it just comes out as a garbled sentance of pounding bass and background noise.

I find myself before most matches going down the lobby list, muting everybody. After a while, this becomes quite a tedious task.

Whilst i myself might seem abit hypocritic, as i use a microphone, this is usually to talk on skype to other people in my party, or to give constructive help/orders, rather than to just deafen everybody else playing the game.

Secondly, as many of the people reading this will know, camping (staying in one place for a long time, picking off people without them being able to get a shot at you) is quite a common occurance. Most people know the best places to go, and many people exploit them. Even i camp occasionally. It is a simple tactic that everybody utilises. I have no problems with people camping. I see it as people playing the game, and at the end of the day, we are all out to have some fun.

What does piss me off is the people that complain about people camping. Whilst i can understand that people camping can be quite annoying, i find it even more annoying when the people complaining about it the go and do it. They usually shout about it down the microphone. Fuckers...

I also hate the way that people who don't do very well, or use weapons (such as a grenade launcher, or a shotgun) are called "noobs". At the end of the day, we are all playing to have some fun, and these people are using those weapons and having fun. 

1. Stop complaining. You sound like a whiney bitch

2. Everybody has to start somewhere. You too were a noob once.

Rant number 1 over. Moving on...

My days have continued to mainly consist of catching up on some long overdue gaming, and exercising. 

There is something strangely satisfying about the exercise, maybe it is because i am now able to start seeing visible changes in my appearance. Or the fact that the amount of people coming up to me and telling me that i've lost weight. I think it's giving me abit of a confidence boost, and the motivation to carry on with what i'm doing. 

The past couple of days have seen my thoughts again turning to the tattoo that i want to get. I still have no exact design for it yet, but all i know is that i definately want it doing soon. When i say soon, i mean within the next couple of years, and definately before i leave university.

Just to give a vague idea of what i want, i would like a design that incorporates this piece of text: 

"It matters not how strait the gate,

  How charged with punishments the scroll,

 I am the master of my fate:

 I am the captain of my soul."

If there are any artists with any ideas of designs i could use with this, don't hesitate to get in touch... 

As you can probably tell from the first sentances of the post, i am not particuarly enjoying the weather at the moment.

Whilst i have nothing against sunshine and warm weather, i do have something against overcast and humid warm weather, which usually comes without a breeze.

From studying weather and climate, i know why this happens, but either way, i really fucking hate everything about it. The only part of it i enjoy is the massive fuck off thunderstorm you get at the end of it. Unless it knocks out the power or internet, then i fucking hate them too.

Everything about the current weather makes me fucking miserable. There is no way anybody can look good when they're sweating their tits off, being clammy and looking like a general greasy mess.

 I think i know why people in mediterranean countries have their little break in the middle of the day. Mainly because its too fucking hot to do anything, especially serve overpriced soft drinks to unsuspecting tourists. Theiving bastards...

My picture today takes a surprisingly politcal swing, which is unusual for me. Whilst eating tea, i was listening to a news report about how the Tories are essentially shafting this country straight up the ass. It made me think that our generation are soon going to be living in broken Britain, with no hope of rescue.

I thought i'd also slip this in here, because i like meerkats

Today's has been quite a long one, but i once again thank you for sticking around to read my humble thoughts,

Peace x 

25/06/11 - Day 7

Todays blog is going to be more of a chance to upload some pictures that may be of interest to people. I will also inform you of my days, but first i'll share the pictures.

Firstly, i'm going to deliver the pictures of my new computer that i promised to put up. Excuse the poor quality, my phone doesn't have a fantastic camera...

And from a different angle...

As you can see, quite a beast...

More pictures of this to come when i've fitted the new cathodes, after my old ones broke. When i am finished, it will shine so brightly, that small insects will perish in it's infinite glow...

Next i am uploading pictures that i took on my last day at Bache Hall. I decided to leave our mark, for the future generations of Bache Hall to view.

And a close up...

I know a few people who will appreciate this... 

Now i move onto my usual blog format, and shall fill you in with the happenings of my day.

My days thus far have been filled with some serious gaming action. Again, i choose not to bore you with the details of what i have been doing, but let it be known that many zombies have been slain.

Mostly, it has been a chance to play the games that i was unable to play back at university, and the wait has not disappointed. The games have so far been spectacular.

Apart from this, i have been sorting my things out, and moving them around, in a vain attempt to create some more room for me to live in. 

I have even moved stuff out of the house, and round to my nans. Half of my shit is now occupying my nans spare room, yet the amount of living room for me has not changed. I must be trapped in some sort of paradox.

Also, tonight i went to watch X-Men First Class. A smashing film it was, with many rather stunning women in it. Though i noticed the person that plays Raven/Mistique, her real name is January. Who the fuck names their child after the name of a month? I'd hate be named after a month. Imagine being called "November", or "August". This doesn't sit well with me... 

It as this point that i would normally include a large section of ranting about things that have pissed me off, but currently, i do not have anything to report. I will leave it until the next blog to unrelentlessly rant about something, which will hopefully make you laugh a little.

I leave you today with one final picture.

This picture amuses me greatly, as anything that is mildly Harry Potter related makes me chuckle. Also, the faces fi the dialogue perfectly. 

More coming soon... x 

23/06/11 - Day 6

I apologise for my lack of blogging, but i have a fairly legitimate excuse. On Tuesday i travelled home from Chester, and yesterday, my computer was in bits, as i harvested all useful components, ready to build my new epic computer. More of my days happenings to come...

Tuesday was essentially D-Day for me, minus the early morning beach landings under extreme gunfire. The previous couple of weeks had been endured all for that one day, the day that i could return home. And needless to say, home did not disappoint. A freshly made bed, an indian takeaway and the extended family awaited me. Whilst i wasn't so thrilled about seeing the extended family, the bed and the indian pleased me greatly. 

When i say extended family, i mean my aunt and uncle who fucked off to Australia. They've only been gone for two years, and already my Stourport raised Aunt has picked up the annoying accent and mannerisms of the bloody aussies. I also picked up on alot of racist remarks that they dropped in, that the rest of my family seemed to not pick up on. Apparently, they dislike the Taiwanese as much as we don't like "the paki's". On their way back to Australia, they're stopping off for a week in Taiwan. Oh the irony...

On the upside, they decided to give me some money, because they "don't see me that often". I suppose it is hard to see me often when they've pissed off to the other side of the world. I received a £25 amazon voucher, two free tickets to some theme parks and a £40 wine voucher. Too bad i don't drink... 

Yesterday i was straight into work, and sorting out my bedroom to fit the new beasty computer. Work was fairly uneventful, and entailed me forcing a smile whilst i repeat the same story of how university is going, and what i'm doing for the summer to several different people. However, it did give me enough money to give to my brother for his birthday. Result...

After that, i set to about canabalising my computer and taking out any spare parts that i needed for my new computer. I'm not going to bore you with the details of what i took out, and how i did it, but just know that there isnt much left in the old case...

I've also had a mass sort out in my room, which resulted in a large box of crap for the charity shops, a few things to the tip and about 3 bin bags full of clothes to the charity clothes bins. However, this still did not free up enough room to unpack all my things. Alot of it is going round to my nans house once the lodgers have fucked off back to Australia...

Today has consisted of building my new computer. (Going to skip over the boring tale of this, as it will probably not interest you, but know that it was difficult as ever...)

Then straight home to work, where i again had to force a smile and tell people of my time at university. I tend to skip over the slightlier messier stories that i could tell, and opt for the slighter better tales of me being a good student...

On the upside, work did provide me with a massive plate of gammon and chips, free of charge. Can't complain at that. Though i do still crave for a big dirty pizza...

Now i sit and explore what my new found computer power has to offer, while waiting for every game to download again. This is going to be a long and tedious process, as it seems the fastest my internet can get is 50kbps, which for all you non-tecchies, is really fucking slow.

I do have one major thing which has pissed me off though. This being when people in shops ask you "Do you want a bag?"
No, i thought i was going to use my fucking psychic powers to levitate this shopping back to my fucking car, you weasly little prick. Of course i want a fucking bag. And no, i don't want to pay an extra 5p to have one. I'm pretty sure if it came down to a fight, i would crush you like a walnut, so stop pissing about, and give me the fucking bag.

Rant over, i move onto todays picture.

The answer is yes, yes i have been so pissed off that i want to start swinging a cactus. Or the object that is closest to me. For example, in maplins, when the cashier asked me if i want a bag, the closest thing was a hammer. Imagine the damage that could be done with that. I could see the fear in his eyes...

The next post will include a picture of my new beast, for you all to gander upon. 

I congratulate any of you that have stuck with my blog long enough. Sometimes, i bore myself whilst writing these bad boys, so i can only imagine what they do to you.

Until next time... 

x

19/06/11 - Day 5

This may be a farily short blog, as i have very little to talk about. However, if i find something particuarly compelling to complain about, i could string this out for a decent length. We will have to wait and see. 

Moving on...

These past few days have mostly been spent in solitary confinement, spending long periods of time not talking to or socialising with other people. I know how Steve McQueen felt in The Great Escape, spending all that time in the cooler. (If you've not seen the Great Escape, you should stop what you are doing, and watch it immediately. Fantastic film...) The only problem with that film is that it is typically American. The American hero almost makes it to freedom in a spectacular motorbike chase through fields, whilst the British escape on trains and bicycles. Also, when the American guy gets captured, he just gets put back in prison, whilst us British get rounded up and shot. Not particularly fair, but if it helps to sell, then fair enough.

My days have consisted of watching Doctor Who (again, some of you may find this stupid, but again I refer to the fact that this is my blog, and you can fuck off), and Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares. 

In the episodes that i watched, Gordon Ramsay became a true British hero. In the first episode, he made an entire family cry. Not just cry a few tears, i mean full on weep, to the point at which they were contemplating suicide. In the other episode, he collected all the furniture and pieces of memorabillia that a couple had collected and put in their restaurant, then took it outside and set it on fire whilst the restaurant owners watched. 

Gordan Ramsay, sticking one to the Americans, and getting paid to do so. Hero...

My mind turns again to the summer, and what i am going to do for the two weeks whilst my parents are on holiday. Apart from working some evenings, I am going to have alot of free time. This i imagine will mostly be taken up by a busy schedule of playing games, playing guitar and exercise. However, i believe that there will be a point at which this routine will become boring, and i will return to the point that i am at now; watching catch up tv online in a desperate attempt to appease my boredom. There is only so much catch up tv one person can watch...

My mind also turns to thoughts about my tattoo that i want to get. Whilst i have a vague idea of what i want, it's not a substantial enough idea to walk into a tattoo shop and get it done. 

I know that i want the last verse of the poem "Invictus", but i want that integrated into a design of some sort, perhaps taking the whole inside of my upper arm, or maybe even the half sleeve. The only problem is, i have no idea what sort of design i can integrate it with, and makes me believe that perhaps the tattoo my take longer than i was first expecting to come to fruition. I am definately getting it before i leave university though.

Whilst i have quit drinking and the like, i still need to do something radical to justify my time here, and chronicle the memories that i have gained.

Looking back on this entry, i've not really complained about anything, mainly because i haven't got anything to complain about. This has been more of an insight into my current frame of mind. Perhaps i will have things to complain about by the next entry. I like complaining. Theres something about it that makes you feel alot better.

The other day, i nearly got my chance to shout at a person in a car. Unfortunately, the cruel hand of fate meant that the lights changed before i could reach him. I think that if God exists, he secretly hates me.

I leave you today with this picture:

This picture reminds me of when Martin decided to bite a tree on the way home from the S.U one night, in a defiant act of hatred toward nature. He then went on to terrorise a small, defenceless animal. 

Martin Howe, sticking it to mother nature, and having a bitching time. Hero...

Peace x 

17/06/11 - Day 4 (technically)

I'm gonna skip the boring introduction today, as i'm having a sevre mental block (possibly due to hunger, but only time will tell if this is true.) I power on...

As i sit here writing this blog, it is raining outside, I'm listening to some epic tunes (from my epic tunes playlist), and i'm finally starting to feel sad about leaving Chester. 

I think most of the best days of my life so far have been spent here, and i think they are mainly due to the fantastic people that i have met, and essentially "grown up" with.

It is strange to think that the people that i've lived with for the past 10 months are all going home, and i return to home, where i can only call a hand full of people my friends.

Whilst occasionally, we piss eachother off, and the banter "goes abit far" or "is abit cruel", it's nice to know that i've got people that have got my back, no matter what. And i think (and hope) they know that i've got their back 'till the end too.

If i'm feeling like this now, fuck knows what i'm going to be like when we finish our degree's, and all follow our own paths in life. Though i already know that we'll stay in contact, it's not going to be the same.

Fuck me i'm getting deep here...

To brighten things up, I shall once again tell you of my days.

Today, Martin, Liam and myself went for a farewell meal at the Sizzler. It isn't until you are rediculously hungry that you realise how far away that fucking place is. 

When we arrived, finding a table was easy, however, the service was poor. Disappointingly poor. The people behind the counter were off their fucking tits, and the people serving in the restaurant seemed more miserable than me, which is a fucking acheivement. Well done them...

The lack of enthusiasm which she showed whilst serving food was fantastic. God like if you will. She genuinely seemed like she hated her job, and dreamt of a day when she could earn enough money to buy a gun, put it in her mouth, pull the trigger and make the world a better place.

After this, Martin and myself went to the cinema to watch "Bad Teacher". The film was fantastic. Cameron Diaz still has a rockin' body...

And now i'm sat here writing this blog, whilst Martin starts packing his things for the journey home tomorrow.

Sad times...

For the first time in my life, i have actually bothered putting money on the lottery tonight.  

It was mainly Martin's idea, as he was feeling strangely lucky the other day, and so we decided to put some money on, and see what happened. Martin's luck has been astounding, and his winning streak on the scratch cards is something to be proud of. His low level gambling addiction paid for us to go to the cinema today. Swings and roundabouts...

The jackpot for the EuroMillions tonight is around £80million. Whilist i know that i probably wont win anything, i've spent the last few days dreaming of what i would be able to do with the money if i won. Long story short, alot of cool shit would be purchased, and about half of it would be given out to friends and family. And whilst i know that i probably wont win, there's still a glimmer of hope in me, that just keeps my spirits alive, in vain hope that i do actually win.

If i do win, i might continue to write these, or i may just pay for some fucker to write them for me. I'll have to see how i feel...

I'm a strong believer in Karma, and everything happening for a reason. Hopefully, all the bad luck that i've been having recently will be balanced out by a big serving of good luck tonight. Thats what i hope anyway.

I leave today by posting this picture.

My Mates. Bache Boys 2011

Much love x 

15/06/11 - Day 3

My original plan was to try and write a blog here everyday. However, after two days, i'm finiding it difficult to think of things to write about, apart from telling you what happened in my day. Recently, my days have mostly consisted of endless hours of boredom, and plots to kill people i do not like.

I imaine reading about my days could get fairly boring. However, reading about my plots to kill people could be quite interesting, as many of them are fairly complex and inticate. On the other hand if shit goes down, and people die, i could end up on a suspected murder charge. Not cool. I might keep them in my head.

As a result, i'm thinking i may make my entires bi-daily, or maybe even weekly, so as to let the rage build up inside me, and hopefully makes my humble words be more interesting for you to read...

Today has been a fairly uneventful, and consisted mainly of cruising facebook, and trying to watch episodes of Doctor Who online (Laugh if you wish, but i enjoy it, and this is my blog. If you don't like it, you can fuck off.). After searching for several links, i found that watching tv online isn't what it used to be, as most websites only let you watch 72 mins of video. This makes watching several episodes at a time fairly difficult, as each episode is about 60 mins long, meaning i get to watch 12 mins of the next video, then have to wait an hour to see the rest. Piss take.

It also doesn't help that housemates that share the same i.p address watch stuff online too, meaning that often, after 2 mins of video, it tells me i've reached my 72 minute limit. Its the lies i can't stand...

Earlier, Martin and myself went to the S.U to collect money from the gormless fuck that owes Liam a holiday. This presented vital socialising opportunities with the fit barmaid, which raised my mood a little. Everyones a winner.

It also made Martins low level gambling addiction come to the surface, as i watched him sink atleast £8 in the quiz machine. Admitidly, some of the times we lost it was my fault, but it was his fault for trusting me, and his fault he continued to put money in. 

My thoughts recently have been concentrating on home, and what i'm going to do when i finally get back there. It is the one place i currently want to be right now, but the one place i cannot actually get to. As much as i love Chester, and the people i've met here, i think it is mainly the people that make this place what it is. As these people are slowly going their seperate ways, this place loses it's magic, and i think about going home.

I get this feeling the summer is going to be a long and lonely one, as most of my friends from home have moved on, and the friends i've made here are going back to their homes. Skype will become my new common room...

I leave you today with a picture of this man. He is a living god, and has acquired these cats to fill in his missing hair and facial hair...

I can only dream of a day when i'll be so epic that i can attract cats to fill in my missing hair. Or maybe i could train them to kill the people i don't like. One day...

Inabiz x

14/06/11 - Day 2

Today has been a strange day. It's been good on the whole, but i've felt like shit all day.

I think the late nights and illness have finally caught up with me, as i found it difficult to get up until about 1:30pm. Even then, i found it very difficult to function properly. Did not bode well considering i was going out into town to hand out CV's.

Apart from feeling shitty all day, I feel i have been quite productive. I have made a genuine effort to get a job, and am feeling positive about it. Hopefully somebody will get back to me about my applications, rather than just leave me hanging.

That is one thing that i really cannot abide. People that don't bother getting back to you about a job application. All it takes is a simple email message, or a letter, just to explain that you haven't been accepted. But no, the result is always the same, absolutely nothing. Personally, i think that is quite rude.

I've been feeling quite positive about life today, which is a fairly unusal thing for me. This summer, i'm going to take some time off, to concentrate on me for a change. I'm going to get myself into a better frame of mind, so i can hopefully be abit happier when i return to Chester.

Hopefully by then, i may have found a nice girl to spend some time with aswell. I can but hope...

Going for a walk later on. Theres something about walking that helps to clear your mind. And if someone comes with you, you can talk about stuff, and get it off your chest. Result.

Something that has really been getting to me recently is the people that shout stuff at you from their cars. I know i've done a fair bit of this in my time, but i've never said anything to intentionally hurt someone. 

It just annoys me how people can be so shallow to shout something at you from a moving car.

If they want to call me a "fat fuck", then fair enough. That is their opinion. However, i'd appreciate it if they'd say it to my face. That way, i can give them my opinion of them, and maybe a quick jab to the throat depending on how the discussion goes.

I can only hope one day, the stupid cunts shout something at me from their window as they drive past, and are then forced to stop at traffic lights, or a junction. This will please me greatly, as atleast then i'll be able to find out what the fuck they want, and perhaps speak my mind to them. 

I pity the first person this happens to, as they've got about 5 years of shit coming their way...

Also, comments about my hair/glasses. I've heard them all before, and i just wish if they are going to say something, they atleast think of something better than "Oi oi, Harry Potter" or "Get yer hair cut". Atleast then, i can have a laugh at it too.

Today i think i'm going to leave you with a link to my favourite song at the moment, by my favourite artist at the moment, John Mayer. 

It makes me think of the summer, riding on my motorbike, chilling with good friends and being happy. 

Its such a good tune, and i think you should definately check it out: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UQSGa8nZs8g

I'll also leave you with this picture:

It's what i want to say to some people alot of the time...

Love and all that x

13/06/2011 - Day 1

It is my plan to try and make daily blogs, just as a way to vent whatever feelings have built up, and share my thoughts for the day.

Whether i stick to that plan is yet to be seen, but i shall try my best.

My day today has been abit of a rollercoaster of emotions. Not a particuarly exciting one, but a rollercoaster none the less. Think of one of the slightly more boring/shitter pre made rollercoasters on Rollercoaster Tycoon. That was my day...

It began by accompanying Liam into town whilst he did his stuff to sort out his job at Disney. Marting tagged along too. This was all fairly simple shit to do; get a passport photo done etc.

Ended up in Starbucks. I enjoyed being in Starbucks today. I didn't feel guilty about being there for a change, since I had nothing better to be doing. It felt good to mingle with the working population of Chester. Plus sitting there with Liam's iPad made me feel important.

Another bonus occured when a pretty fit girl came and sat opposite us. I'd giver a solid 9/10. However, the person who i assume she was with looked like he descended from the ranks of the SS, whose relatives probably assisted in the holocaust. (Note to self, do not say this out in public. You get strange looks...)

From here, Martin and I headed over to Game, in a vain attempt to aquire something to help pass the time until we can go home. We both purchased games, which turned out to fail miserably, due to the uni internet being shit. FUCKERS!
The walk home was an interesting one. I was being a stubborn prick, mainly because of some banter that i let get to me. In hindsight, i acted like a prick, but at the time it felt well justified in my own mind. It worked out well for Martin, he earned himself a free can of coke, due to me being a cunt. Result!

The rest of the day has been spent listening to music, and playing Fallout 3. 

I used Fallout 3 as a way of venting my anger. I mercilessly beat several security guards, the overseer, and the overseers daughter to death with my own bare hands. This was surprisingly satisfying...

Many things have been playing on my mind again recently. Mainly the happenings of the past few weeks, which involved a particular woman. To most this will not make sense, but I feel it is best to keep things anonymous, so as to keep feelings from being hurt, or unneccessary backlash from words written.

It still hurts to think of what happened, but its getting easier to handle. Its playing on my mind less, but i always think about the "What if's?" and "Maybe's?"

In time, things will sort themselves out. I've just got to be patient.

I know the people who truely care will understand what this means.

So there it is. My first actual blog. Its surprising how much better writing all this down can make you feel.
I've just realised that this is really unaesthetically pleasing. Maybe as i get into the swing of writing these, i may be able to jazz them up abit with some interesting themes, pictures and formatting. Who knows...

I leave you with this picture, which has made me realise what must take place in my life to make a real positive change.

Peace x

Welcome

Whilst I imagine nobody will find their way to this page, I may aswell begin by welcoming you to what is surely going to be a string of posts explaining my general misery and the mire of shit that I live in.

However, on occasion, there may be happier posts, maybe some pictures and some songs too...

Enjoy your stay...