Moving around

Looking for a new house to live in is becoming abit of a ballache. Probably should have started looking around abit earlier.
It seems that whenever we set up a viewing, the house always gets taken before we can even look. Not cool.

Apart from moving house, i've also found that I enjoy walking alot more now. Nothing better than getting wrapped up nice and warm, plugging in the iPod, and going for a random walk to nowhere. Very good for cleansing the soul.
Might start doing this abit more often, help me find some inner peace?

Wouldn't mind doing some camping either. Getting a tent, some supplies and stuff in a backpack, and just going walking for abit. When I get tired, pitch the tent, then get up and move on the next day. Definately would enjoy a week doing that. A summer plan perhaps? Might have to go Bear Grylls all up in that shit

Assignments are creeping up again. Should probably make a start on them soon. Lacking motivation again. Just got to think of the positives at the end of the tunnel to get me through. Hopefully a good couple of nights coming up, lots of opportunities to make new friends and have a good time!

Thought I might leave you some pictures for some extra lols. Enjoy!

Needed this weekend

No matter how many times I say i'm going to get back into my regular blogging, it always escapes me.
Not going to promise to do it this time, however, I will try and get back into updating here abit more often.

Had a nice chilled out weekend, just sleeping, relaxing and playing Saints Row 3 (amazing game). Needed some time to get over the past couple of weeks.
Thought I was going to lose it on Thursday, everything got on top of me, nearly sent me right over the edge.
Overall, a pretty crappy week, but life goes on.

Been parading around in my Gi quite abit, doing some stretching, and practicing some moves. I love wearing it, makes me feel good. Can't wait to get some colour on there though! Roll on the new year.

I've also realised how much stuff I want to buy, if only I had the money...
If some kind hearted billionaire who fancies donating a million to my cause is reading this, feel free to leave me a comment.

My hospital appointment is drawing ever closer, and the apprehension and nerves are starting to build. I just want to hear the verdict, and find out how fucked I am, so I can get on with living with what little remaining use of my eyes I have.

I've also realised I need to man up, and get shit done. Thats what I'm going to do this week, man up and get shit done.

It's not even funny anymore

Second time i've been fucked over by someone. I fail to see the funny side of it now.

Why can't people just being fucking straight with me, and tell me shit to my face, instead of just ignoring me?

Too much to ask?