Nemasen

When did this storm begin

2008-11-28T23:53:00.003+01:00

Alternative title: (Mis)Adventures in Oxford)

So, Wednesday night saw a small break in the standard Work/Sleep/Eat/Repeat routine I have going here, with a gig and some various shenanigans after said gig.

Me and Toby headed out to Oxford to go see My American Heart, a suggestion I made with the aid of the last.fm reccomended events thing and spurred on by Toby's desire to attend more gigs (this being only his second). Other bands touring that were considered included MGMT and Cold War Kids, MGMT being the favourite, but also sold out... I digress.

We got to Oxford just in time to dump stuff at TimDaves before hitting up the Carling Academy to watch the two fairly average standard support bands; they didn't quite get to The Walk Off territory, but weren't amazingly thrilling either (One song title made me cringe a little.. "You Broke My Heart, So I Broke His Jaw"..) My American Heart came on and played a good set, if somewhat short, and I had a nice sing along/some very selfconcious bouncing around.

Fast forward to back at Armstrong's, where there was some drinking. There were a few lulls in the conversation, so I declared that upon every noteable pause, we had to drink, which resulted in some drinking but served the better purpose of causing some fairly rambling discussions. Simon showed up for a short while, but as the oxford boys are all busy little bees he couldn't stay for long, but it was good to see him. Me and Dave walked him out, and Toby was pretty much crashed out when we got back, so there was a little more drinking, and some more conversation, some more slightly inebriated conversation by this point.

Dave went to sleep at what I am going to roughly estimate at 3 AM, But since at that point I had only been awake for 12 hours, and was a little drunk, felt unable to sleep.

At some point I decided to wander randomly around the University College grounds with a drink.

Whether this was a good idea or not should perhaps be left up to you.

The first "incident", if we shall call it that involved a statue of Percy Bysshe Shelley, and some poetry inscriptions on the surrounding walls.

Having looked into it somewhat... the Wikipedia page may be a helpful reference point here.

"It is housed on a decorative plinth in a small domed late-Victorian room designed by Basil Champneys, behind ornamental railings that protect it from students."

Somehow, *cough*, somehow, I ended up on the wrong side of these railings.

I was about halfway through the inscriptions when there was an odd clicking sound and then I heard a door opening.

In a moment of mild drunken panic, being somewhere I was most likely not supposed to be (the locks and railings seemed to at the very least hint at that) I hid behind the statue. The statue, which, if you look at the picture in the wiki, at crouching height, has a whole bunch of holes in it.

due presumably to the poor lighting at that time of evening, what turned out to be some manner of security guard failed to see me, despite going past three or so times, in and out of different doors. After he left (And I finished reading the walls.. all of which has completely gone from my memory) I climbed back through the railings and walked on towards Dave's, through some doors, and past the man I'd just been hiding from.

I even gave him a small nod as I went on my way.

The night did not end there, but mostly what happened next was just some wandering and admiring the architecture, almost getting lost in winding hallways, locking myself out into some kind of locked on all sides courtyard thing; I had to climb over a wall to get out onto an actual street so I could work my way back to the main entrance and back to where I'd started.

After that, I drank a little more, until Toby got up and went home, then I drank a little more, faffed about a bit, and when he eventually woke up, regaled Dave with tales of my travels.

Still drunk (Lets say.. around nine-ten? I forget) I followed Dave to his first lecture and joined him, doodling and writing a bit as some complicated mathematical formula stuff went completely over my head.

While Dave had more lectures, I went for a wander in Oxford, broke and well on the way to hangover town. I got "Breakfast" consisting of pita bread and water in a Tescos, and cold, tired and somewhat headachey, headed back to Dave's to collapse in his "porch". When he found me, he commented on how uncomfortable I must have been, but.. I've slept in worse places.

Thus concludes what was a rather surreal experience.

The moral of the story is: Don't leave Rory unattended while drunk?

I'll move to paris, shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars

2008-10-21T00:31:00.002+01:00

Long time no see, yet again.

My mother and siblings all moved over to Ireland way back when. Seems almost like forever ago, now. Been living with dad, although our schedules tend to mean there's not a lot of time we're both home.

I'm currently working back at the Yeoman, under new management. "The pay's not great, but the work is hard", would probably be an apt summation of the job. I'm also not even getting enough hours, so the jobhunt continues.. or at least should continue, my motivation to do anything is much the same as ever.

Most days of have been spent much the same as my unemployed days, sleeping too much and watching too much terrible TV. The american TV season restarted about a month ago, so now not _all_ the TV i'm watching is rubbish.. should be watching Heroes, How I Met Your Mother and The Big Bang Theory later tonight, for example.

Work, sleep and television aside, I have done one or two other things to amuse myself; one weekend was spent in Ireland, mostly visiting Michelle rather than the rest of the family, and there was a very spur-of-the-moment visit up to loughborough, which resulted in a rather entertaining but horrendously expensive evening.

I also hung out with toby a bit, some drinking and a trip to see How To Lose Friends And Alienate People, which was a surprisingly entertaining movie. Hannah joined the two of us last saturday and there was some heavier drinking, and not a lot of sleep.. working the next day was simply painful.

I'm going back up to loughborough and nottingham, for a more planned and longer visit, on thursday afternoon. It should be good times for all, but we shall see.

My eyes can't believe what they have seen

2008-08-06T06:10:00.000+01:00

Another short story. possibly titled 'Never Again'. also due to 5AM typing/editing, may or may not remain as is.

~

“Never again.”

I want to nod, to agree, but my head feels like it will burst with the slightest movement, like it will break with the lightest touch.

I settle for grunting in a manner I hope shows my agreement.

“That was some night though, huh?”

This time I do nod, and it feels about six times worse than I could have ever pictured, raw agony flaring through my skull.

I groan and take a sip of my coffee, the usually bitter heat tasting of nothing, my tongue far from working the way it was intended to.

The coffee shop is mostly empty; it’s still early, too early. I feel like I should be asleep for the next decade.

I try to remember last night – all I get is flashes; things I know happened, things which make sense, and then…

…The other things.

It must’ve been a good night, seeing how little I remember.

I muster the strength for some words, and force them out, even though it feels like my throat is full of gravel.

“…what happened last night?”

Jim smirks at me, a little twinkle of glee in his eyes.

He looks so much better than I feel that I almost want to hit him.

“So you don’t remember… Francesca?”

Some of the shattered mosaic that is my memory begins to piece itself back together.

I remember meeting Francesca, a cute brunette from some other school, from some other social circle with just one link or two to ours.

I remember the small talk two people share when they’ve just met, who you know, what you do, where you’re from.

I couldn’t tell you what she said. I couldn’t tell you what I said.

“You remember now, huh?”

Jim grins at me like an idiot.

“Yeah”

“Oh good. You can’t have drunk that much then.”

I remember drinking a lot.

I can see flashes of all kinds of things, of beer, cider, tequila. I see something a horribly unnatural shade of green.

“I still can’t believe she got with you, of all people.”

I can’t either, really. She could have done a lot better.

More comes flooding back, snapshots of moments, little disjointed scenes that don’t quite fit together.

I remember a hat, a pinstriped trilby, making the rounds, going chaotically from head to drunken head.

I remember a playful little scuffle, the prize for the victor that little scrap of patterned cloth.

I remember, clear as if it were happening again, the blinding white hot pain of a knee connecting with my crotch at a hundred miles an hour.

The light died, faded away. Alcohol dulls all pain.

If you want to make sure a guy never, ever forgets you, a swift kick to the groin tends to do that job pretty well.

Ok, so he’ll also never forget that you kicked him in the balls, but infamy beats obscurity any day, right?

I come back to the present, back to my current aches and pains. A gentle breeze could knock me down and I’d shatter like a pane of glass.

Jim is talking again, something about last night and someone throwing up, but I’m not really listening. He starts to laugh, so I chuckle into my coffee.

I remember being alone with Francesca. Alone, with a door closed, sitting on a bed.

I remember her saying she was sorry, a thousand times sorry.

Asking, was there anything she could do to make me feel better…

I don’t remember the words, but I remember what I said; I remember where my hands went, and my lips.

I remember what we did, the softness of her skin, the awkward fumbling.

I remember… release.

I remember watching her shrug her shirt back on, watching her walk away.

I remember falling asleep, and waking up.

Alone.

I told her she was special, she was different, she was interesting. I said, I don’t usually do this.

I lied.

But she still left me alone, with my thoughts, feeling empty, feeling rejected, despite what we’d done, or because of it.

Never again.

Jim downs the last of his coffee, so I do too.

“We should probably go catch that bus, huh”

“Yeah, sure”

I lead the way to the door, stop to hold it open for the two girls coming in.

The shorter one, with long black hair and bright eyes, smiles at me.

“Thanks!”

A pretty girl smiles at you, and all your cares in the world, all your pain just washes away.

We stumble through the door and head for the bus station.

“Man, I am never drinking that much ever again… I feel like a bus kicked me in the eye.”

I shake my head.

Never again?

Yeah, right.

~

Watching it burn to your fingertips

2008-07-07T00:29:00.002+01:00

A rough three months of nothing, huh. I'd chastise myself a little if it weren't for everything that's been going on, but as it is, I think not posting a little ranty thing that no one ever reads on a little irrelevant corner of the internet is something I can cut myself some slack for.

So, I'm tired and don't have a huge amount of time anyway, so lets examine the most salient issues of the last few months...

I dropped out of university. This was a surprise to a large number of people, mostly because I was lying to everyone. Woops.

My family is gradually initiating a move back to Ireland. My two younger siblings have places in schools over there to start in late august/early september, and in almost exactly one calendar month they are going over with my mother to live and learn and all those other things. My father is contracted to work till roughly december of this year, but is or will soon be looking for work in Ireland so the family can be in the same country together and so on.

I do not want to move to Ireland. Indeed, I am not doing so. But them leaving means that not only do I have to find work, now, which has thus far proved no simple task, I will have to find somewhere to live around or before january.

All of which is a big barrel of fun, as you can no doubt imagine.

Now I feel like going to collapse upstairs, so I think that is what I am going to do.

I promise to remember that making promises is always a mistake

2008-03-31T08:28:00.004+01:00

So. Yesterday I finished a book, and it was a pretty good book. It was entitled "John Dies at the End", by a man named David Wong. Not quite coincidentally, it is also about a man called David Wong, his friend John, and a number of their escapades. It is, however, not at all autobiographical; the name is a pseudonym and the story is in no way presented as truth... some quotes will get this message across fairly well:

“We’re talking about a tentacled flying lampfucker, Dave. What are you prepared to call unlikely?”

And also:

"There’s something I don’t trust about the way she exploded and then came back from the dead like that.”

I should probably add that these are not random non-sequitars out of context: the book is advertised as somewhat of a cross genre horror/comedy, I believe one comment describes Wong's writing as a cross between Stephen King and Douglas Adams. Personally, while that is a somewhat apt description, a better one comes to mind because more than anything else I'm reminded of Neil Gaiman's writing.

But anyway. What with exploding dogs, satanic possessions, interdimensional travel, sex, drugs, rock & roll and more penis jokes than you can shake some sort of phallic object at; it's definitely worth a read.

Oh, and did I forget to mention it can be read for free online? because you can totally just click that link and start reading!

Admittedly, it's fairly long and reading it on a laptop isn't great, partially because I prefer to read curled up in bed and it's hard to do that comfortably with a large hunk of plastic. So yeah, if you like reading, or being entertained, give it a click.

Anyway. It's pretty good to be home, some drinking and various other shenanigans going on all around, so besides the rather lengthy rant about a book I read on the interweb, I haven't a lot to say.

Take Me Home

2008-03-16T10:42:00.003+01:00

It's been two months, because I am lazy, and there have been things I did not want to write about, and because I just plain forgot a large portion of the time.

Anyway, four or five days till I head back home (depending on your perspective) for easter, and all manner of things are due to happen back in and around the old hometown. I am looking forward to it, so woo,

I am currently in the computer labs again, but not because I've locked myself out this time, I've got my keycard.. but I was going out to the campus shop to grab some breakfasts, thinking it had been open already for an hour and a half when in fact it would not open for another half hour. I always seem to want to go to a shop when it's closed, but at least this time it's about to open rather than just having closed.

Anyway, I haven't a terrible amount to say so this is being cut short. We'll have to wait and see if the next one doesn't take even longer than two months to come around.

Oh, And I turned 19. That's fairly important, I suppose.

No Sleep Tonight

2008-01-16T08:47:00.000+01:00

Whee. Well, being a clever little individual, when I left the flat at around 5 AM to go outside for a bit of a stroll and some fresh air, I accidentally left my keycard in my room somewhere.. which I didn't realise until I headed back inside, and got to the flat door.. and no further. It being stupid o'clock in the morning, I didn't want to wake up and antagonise one of my flatmates, so I relocated to the 24 hour computer labs. Blech.

In other news, the christmas holidays were for the most part lazy, with various bits of fun thrown in, just to mix it up a little.

also, the Give It A Name '08 lineup was partially announced today/was floating around for a while, and looks fairly decent, with Paramore and 30 Seconds to Mars headling the two days.. both bands I've seen live, and I wasn't amazingly impressed with 30stm, although there are mitigating factors, and Paramore are one of my favourite bands, high on the list of "Bands I want to see live again as soon as possible" which is always good. Other bands I am looking forward somewhat to seeing are My American Heart, Mayday Parade, Billy Talent, and Glassjaw; After examining briefly all of the unknowns, I have to say Meg & Dia are looking good, and also to a lesser extent All Time Low.. and of course I am intreuged as to the identity of both the Special Guest and the Very Special Guest.. as well as just the rest of the lineup that has not yet been released.

Anyway, seeing as it is now eight, and at least two of my flatmates have a lecture at nine, I might just stroll on back to the flat and make a nuisance of myself

Are you dizzy yet?

2007-11-30T06:53:00.000+01:00

I seem to have broken my promise, or at the very least made myself a liar, seeing as how it's very nearly been 9 weeks since I've been at uni, and as such, nearly 9 weeks since I last wrote a post like this. I am currently bored/ drunk/ lonely/ angry /introspective and I'd like to say that's a list of items you can delete as apropriate, but I'm having a bad week and it's not looking to get better without intervention on my own part, and I just don't know what to do.

As far as the last nine weeks are concerned, I can't think of a terrible amount that merits discussion, so we're not going to get a long, rambling version of nine weeks from my perspective. I will say a few things, however.

I miss everyone from back home. Seeing Ellis, Andy, Ollie, Simon and Dave last weekend seems to have actually made this worse, rather than better.

I'm currently living in a small cell on the seventh floor of a tower. My 15 flatmates are for the most part fairly sociable, and I could have been much unluckier.

Toby, our family dog of over 10 years (I'm sure you'll forgive me for not knowing the exact date or even year we got him, me being younger than 8 at the time) became sick shortly after I left for uni, and had to be put down in early november, a sad event I went home for. I hope I never have to dig another grave, for any living thing, especially not while it watches, and I certainly hope I never have to stand there while someone administers a lethal dosage of anasthetic to a family member. Toby's absence makes being at home even more surreal than it was because I've moved away.

If sitting here drinking by myself is what it takes to write a post, there might be another one much faster than it took to get round to this one... after I go buy more vodka, of course. There isn't even enough left in this bottle for a decent shot.

I Was Never A Normal Boy

2007-09-30T00:47:00.000+01:00

It's been a long, eventful summer. This doesn't mean I'm going to talk about it, for the same reasons it's taken so long to write anything about it at all. There were terrible times, amazing times, more teenage-angsty-drama than all seven years of secondary school combined (while this is probably hyperbole.. there was a lot) more alcohol than all seven years of secondary school combined (probably not an exaggeration this time, but it might go some way to explaining the last bit) and so much more that even if I wanted to talk about the painful crap (which is so intertwined with the awesome stuff that it's sometimes hard to tell the difference) I wouldn't have the time or the motivation anymore. It's been too long, and too much has happened.

As it is, anyway, the summer is over, and tomorrow (Later today, really. about nine hours if we keep to my dads plan) I'm leaving to go to the University of Essex to study English Literature and get obscenely inebriated (Not necessarily in that order. I may well even try both simultaneously).

The most important part of this is that it means everything is changing. Leaving the summers events behind probably means I can start posting again.

As soon as I recover from freshers week, of course

Let the Flames Begin

2007-08-14T23:08:00.000+01:00

SCENE MISSING

Two outta three ain't bad..

2007-07-25T03:22:00.000+01:00

Ireland tomorrow/today. Should be an awesome week, but we won't actually get to carlow till late, so there won't be any shenanigans until thursday, but then.. drinking and general merrymaking is set to commence!

Which should be fun.

speaking of merrymaking, in order to use up the £40 off £80 worth of booze voucher I got with my first paycheck (I got another one the day before using that one, woo) me, matt, simon and bayliss went to the yeoman at around sixish to do some drinking. It was just a casual pub session, with some very bad pool playing and lots of alcohol (we got to try blue aftershock. lemons!) until everyone had to go home. Everyone going home actually turned out to be just bayliss; Simon had asked to stay around mine beforehand, and Matt was wasted (Matt cleverly was planning to get home by *train*. I didn't think it was a good idea to put him on a train in the state he was in, seeing as he was drunk enough to be hugging a pool table... at least I hope it was hugging...)

the three of us staggered back to mine, where I apparantly fell asleep holding a nearly full glass of vodka and coke. I was quite tired, not just because I'd had work, and it was sort of late (we'd left before the pub shut, I think at around 11) but because the day before, at 11 PM, my dad (who doesn't read them) said "I think I need to go get a book" and so my brother, my dad and myself pottered on down to waterstones, getting there early enough to have only about 20 people in front of us. I should point out that I wasn't expecting to even start reading the book until sunday, what with work and saturday being pre-planned and everything, but after leaving past the massive queue, which had mrs treherne and mrs nebesnuick near it's end... who waved...

well... long story short, I finished the final instalment of the harry potter series at 8:45 AM on saturday the 21st of july, eight hours and 45 minutes after it was released to the general public. Since I didn't start reading till we got it home, and I stopped for food at about 4 AM, it's a safe bet that it was under eight hours of reading time. Bayliss was impressed with under nine, anyway. Not quite as good as the 45 minutes or whatever it was I was reading about in the paper from some speed reader, but you know. It's probably the first and last time I'll read a book from start to finish within the nine hours directly after its release. The book itself was awesome, and seeing as I managed to avoid the spoilers, I won't say anything else.

So yeah. Ireland for a week, then nearly two weeks of free house!

Every time, I close my eyes... It's you

2007-07-19T00:14:00.000+01:00

Look, a second post before the month is over! That hasn't happened for a while now. Maybe they'll happen even more often and I can stop starting them by exclaiming how long its been since the last one. I mean, I could stop doing that anyway, but the large gaps do seem to be the kind of thing that needs explaining. Even if the explanation is just that I'm a lazy bastard.

Anyway. The Monday after Simon's party, a bunch of us went out drinking, *officially* to celebrate the smoking ban on the 1st, but in practice just to drink, because that is what we like to do. It was quite entertaining. We went to chicagos, where they have a brief one hour period between eight and nine during which you can get two drinks for the price of one. This means stocking up with about six or eight drinks for the price of three or four, and THEN drinking them as the night progresses. The night progressed, and at some time around ten, maybe half passed, I returned to our table after spending a half hour at the bar trying to be served to find that simon had thrown up all over the table and everyone else was outside. As I left, I was told by a doorman to be careful, as someone ELSE had thrown up in the doorway.

Of course, the someone else would turn out to be Ellis.

Everyone else was disappearing at this point, but since Ellis, who was a little worse for wear, had to wait an hour for his lift, myself and Andy Hurlbatt dragged Ellis into Yates' to sit down for the hour, until we were kicked out of there due to one of us being slightly passed out (Guess who...)

The night ended, anyway. Eventually.

Apart from work, which has slowly been taking over my life, not much else happened until my sisters leaving do, the day before Tom's birthday party.. I finished work, then we were drinking in the yeoman till time was called, using one of the shiny vouchers we got to get drinks half price until we were all very drunk, and then after a number of confusing taxi journeys and a stop at tescos, we ended up in Nether Winchendon (which I am still convinced is a made up place) lost in the middle of nowhere until Jonny eventually found the free house we were trying to get to. More drunkenness ensued on the part of me and matt, before a taxi home to Aylesbury at first light so that I could get *some* sleep before work.

Then there was Tom's 18th.. which was another long night. I had work the day of the party, and the day after, so I showed up late, and skipped the cinema trip the day after, but the party itself was... interesting. There was varied conversation, your standard drunken ramblings, we got Tom red Aftershock (cinnammon flavoured) and a "Vodka Tap"(more generally known as a water cooler) ring of fire was played two or three times, there was an attempt at chocolate vodka using those "magic" nestle straws that turn milk chocolatey... there was an excursion to the park at sometime before 4 AM, where there was general deviancy including petty vandalism and theft of an "allowed" sign.

The wednesday after tom's was very, very entertaining, because it was a day of drinking all day in london (I think the pub we settled on was called the Misty Moon) until about seven, at which point we headed off for the Shiny Toy Guns Gig.

The gig was, in a word, Awesome. And fully deserving of the capital there, nevermind the fact that it looks somewhat out of place.

The support bands weren't great, but the shinies... oh man. For all that being in the crowd was something like being raped with all the violent thrusting and the lack of an actual barrier, their set was intense, we got right up to the front, Carah (The singer) wore tom's hat for all of a minute before it was knocked off her head by the crowd, and because it was a small venue, the band came out to talk to the few stragglers afterwards, and we got some decent group shots with all the band members except for the lead male singer, who didn't come out.

Then was work, work and more work until last monday, when, thanks to tom, me, matt and tom all went to tentopolis (III) where we knew hardly anyone and so ended up talking to a bunch of people we hadn't met before until we were drunk and it was late and we collapsed in toms tent.

I've just been writing this for about a half hour now, so I'm going to stop; nothing else has happened since tentopolis so I've run out of things to say as well, but I might end up posting again before I go to ireland in a week. If not, some time after I come back. It could take a whole month! Again. But it'll happen eventually.

I'd rather die terrified than live forever

2007-07-01T00:21:00.000+01:00

It's been a long time, again. Nearly a whole month. There's always something else to do, much as I like occasionally chronicaling the various things in my life. Where I left off was the return from portugal, after which there was work. lots of work. tiring work. exams too. I haven't posted anything for pretty much the whole exam period, what with exams and work and laziness and being hungover. The first major drinking event was probably Andy's 18th, which I had to go to after work, due to it being sort of short notice. It was pretty fun, there was Ring of Fire, Sambuca, Bus Stop, and Muzz threw up all over his shirt. So I lent him my spare one, as it was my fault-ish (my ring of fire rule involved rum shots. Muzz got most of them.), and he still has it.

Lots of work followed, as mentioned previously, be it exams or at the pub. As far as I can remember the next major event was Ashwells 18th, which I went to after work as well, but Matt, Dave and Bayliss all came to the Yeoman before I finished and had a drink or two there before my dad gave us a lift to Tring, where there was Ashwells, which was interesting in a few ways, and which I got very drunk at.

Bayliss, Ellis, Dave and me all met up at the litten tree on saturday (again, after work) and a few drinks were had before staggering home. The last exam for me was on the following monday, and in celebration a whole bunch of us went drinking, first in the park with some vodka and some juice for cocktails and eventually in Chicagos because of their cheap monday night-ness. Fun was had to a greater or lesser extent by everybody and most people were shattered by the time we got back to mine, where we were all crashing so we could stay out later...

The wednesday after that there was a poker night, which would have been much more fun if Bayliss hadn't won. It was kind of annoying, as afterwards we didn't have anything to drink except rum, and the smallest amount of sambuca. We didn't get very drunk, as you might imagine.

Simon's 18th, which was yesterday, was again quite entertaining, with lots of alcohol, some good music moments (and a number of other cheesy dances numbers. When I asked Bird to "turn the gay down a notch" he said "No!" and myself and Ellis went to drink neat vodka 'shots' in the park with a number of other randomers) eventually the hall party started winding down, and a lot of people moved to Simons house, where we were very inconsiderate and kept Simons parents awake till about four AM, when a "curfew" was implemented. It was about six or so before I actually went to sleep, as there were a few people still awake floating around the kitchen, trying to be quiet but unable to sleep.

Today was supposed to be tentopolis, but the weather was gaying up, so it has been temporarily postponed; I'm quite glad now that it was, even though before, I was complaining about having bugger all to do on my day off - sleeping the hangover away in my own bed was a perfect waste of time.

To close, I'm going to do an unorthodox bit of plugging (for all the good it'll do, no one reads this). or shall we say I'm going to <3 minus and a softer world for a while now, and they're both amazingly awesome and artistic in different ways... minus makes me smile a lot (much like the 'hamster ball' xkcd comic), because the art is very innocent and well done, and it's just generally quite warm and fuzzy (but can be a bit more serious, the most recent one being a perfect example).

When it comes to a softer world, however... it's less the comic as a whole, and more the writer, Joey Comeau, who is simply amazing, very transgressive, but very beautiful; this is an extract from some blurbish writing on the main page at the moment:

I hope that you are a disaster. I'm sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the canopy gone, the sun can get in. You need new growth. I hope you're terrible and broken and perfect.

It reminds me somewhat of Palahnuik (Although a lot of Comeau's other stuff is very sexual) but his writing has it's own sort of poetry. Joey has a novella online, Lockpick Pornography which you can read but probably shouldn't if you're easily offended or homophobic, as... well, if you can handle somewhat explicit gay sex, and might be interested in some transgressive, hard hitting writing.. you should probably read it.

I'm about to be firewalled off the internet, as it's nearly 1 AM (new helpful feature put in by my dad to keep me off the internet at stupid o'clock in the morning... it's annoying as you can imagine with my generally nocturnal nature) so I'm going to stop writing and go watch some shoddy late night sitcoms on ABC. Cheerio.

Chilly Heat

2007-06-03T01:01:00.000+01:00

Again, there is a large gap between posts; smaller than a month by a week or so this time, but probably a bigger gap considering things that happened. it's going to have to be bullet points again, as I'm sort of tired at the moment. If i get round to updating more regularly then we'll get proper length rant blog things.

- last week of school. Bulldog, rain, and similar.

- the last day was a little odd. I missed a lot of it, thanks to getting a haircut around the middle of the day, lessons at the start, and the japanese exam in the afternoon.

- bit of messing around at teh daves while we got ready for prom. we gave him an inflatable pirate ship for his birthday!

- prom was entertaining enough, with everyone all scrubbed to shinyness and crammed into formal wear. there was alcohol, which is always good, and we moshed to Smells Like Teen Spirit for all of 30 seconds before they turned it off since we were being too violent. fun.

- me and ellis skipped the afterparty since the queue was massive, and because all the other drinking establishments were closed we went to munch on some tesco foods before we headed back to daves

- most people were shattered after the nights events, so only a few of us played a half arsed ring of fire game which was still quite entertaining - jeff was pissed off his head.

- Me, Ellis, Ollie, Haywood (and for a short time, Theo) decided, since we had a large variety of spirits and a monopoly board, to invent and/or play Alcohololopoly (the spelling/pronunciation varies depending who you ask), and it got Haywood completely wasted, which was amusing. Everyone except me had two absinthe shots, and the pirate ship was comandeered as a sleeping vessel. Many people were drawn on, which was a source of some mirth.

- the weekend was spent recovering for leddys on monday, parts of which are blurry, but there was absinthe, micky finns, vodka, strip poker (I didn't play. There are some pictures though. of alan, ellis and dave, anyway) attempts at both alcohololopoly and ring of fire, more drinking, a trampoline, maybe some more drinking, and eventually some sleep.

- after managing to survive the night without any call to throw up, I threw up in daves car on the way home. It was not pleasant.

- the rest of the week was spent working in the Yeoman kitchen, my new job-place. The work isn't too bad and the pay will be shiny, when payday eventually does roll around.

- my new job did mean i was a little late for Reel Big Fish (to the annoyance of everyone else, who was waiting for me outside) which was pretty awesome. We caught the end of Beat Unions set, which wasn't particularly exciting, and managed to not miss Army Of Freshmen this time around, who were also pretty good (the singer stage[well, speaker] dived!) Reel Big Fish themselves were _awesome_ again, and I got a shiny T-Shirt (I owe people money now, as i'm not being payed for a while :s)

- one or two of us headed back to ellis' afterwards for some drinking, but it was very subdued and we had next to no mixers. ellis went to sleep, and no one got too drunk.

- I had to get up the next morning to go to portugal with the family, and we spent the past week there. The weather was good, the vodka to coke ratio was 1:1 in bigish glasses, and it was kind of relaxing overall, if not terribly exciting. The relaxing effect of the week was completely cancelled out by the traveling today; we had to get UP at SIX. Ergh.

So thats the two weeks in short form (although its actually quite long) and i might have missed something. Anyway, I'm tired so I'm going to go to bed soon. Blargh.

The last song you'll ever sing

2007-05-16T21:30:00.000+01:00

Christ on a unicycle, it's been two days and a month since I last got round to posting one of these dodgy bastards. I meant to, so many times, but just didn't get round to it. I'm lazy like that.

Anyway, the abridged version of the past month is, in brief bullet point type things is:-

- Aaah, Computing Coursework.

- Crap, Comms Coursework given back with abysmal mark.

- Lostprophets gig at wembley. Woo.

- Stuck in wembley all night/morning, arriving in Aylesbury just in time to go to school without sleep. Boo.

- Week to recover...

- Awesome, three day Give It A Name weekend, with lots of good music, a moderate amount of heavy drinking and macdonalds for breakfast. thrice.

- Failure to get into trouble for skipping friday; but many detentions for computing coursework and backlog of around 8 english essays.

- The last days of school looming ever closer.

So much not said there, but it was a whole month. There are a whole bunch of things to look forward to now, the last day of school, the prom/the post prom drinking at daves, another house party at leddy's on monday, maybe some drinking the wednesday, Reel Big Fish in MK on the friday and then portugal (drinking on the beach! maybe!) for a week with the family before home to bum around "revising" for exams. glee.

Also I may be getting a job! Stranger things have happened.

The World Is Waking Up

2007-04-14T05:29:00.000+01:00

It's half past five, and I've been drinking with matt (and strictly speaking, I am *still* drinking with matt) so you'll have to forgive me if i lack a certain level of coherence.

It's been a whole holiday nearly (three days left of the easter break, saturday, sunday and monday) and I have yet to comment, despite a number of events (although not nearly enough) which have occurred.

To start off with, at the very end of the term (or half term, whichever it was) we had a very cultured drinking session at lunchtime, in the park. We played bus stop, with shots, in the park, on a drafts board, with the central cards raised on a podium composed of my copy of hamlet, making us look like very intellectual, or at least cultured, delinquants. I was one of the first out, and went out quite quickly, meaning I had three shots of neat vodka in quick succession, which almost made me throw up, purely from the taste... but we all survived..

And then Hamilton's 18th Fancy Dress party thing happened; I went as a mime, and my costume was quite good in my opinion, although some of the other costumes were quite awesome (ninja turtles! pirates! doctors! various other costumes which I cannot quite recall due to my current state!) much alcohol was had by all, and many cheesy musics were played.

After that, I had a day to recover before the experience that was Tentopolis: it was quite.. alcohol fueled. I spent some time talking to a girl (whose name I could not recall, or was never informed of) in only an australian accent, shouted at a number of people, ended up in alex's tent with a small crowd listening to me rant about various things and generally talking about various people, and generally being quite offensive (in a verbose and articulate manner) and above all else being very sarcastic and possibly harsh, while my antics were enjoyed by a number of people.

This was followed, of course, by me waking up very irate, confused, tired and uncomfortable in a tent in the middle of a field. Hilarity did not, as they say, ensue.

I somehow arrived home, slept a lot, and staggered out, avec sibling/other people, to chicagos, where matt was met, several drinks were drunk, a house was crashed, another house was crashed, much vodka was consumed, ring of fire was fire'd, and collapsing happened.

This was followed by several days of recovery before the A.I.R awesomeness at andy's, with the rocking out at guitar hero, the drinking of shots at bus stop, the ring of fire with much jumping and a repeated use of both snake eyes and the name rule, which completely pwnt everyone... and then the dodgy mockumentary on human mating habits, with "Sperminator, defender of the uterus" and other hilarious visuals...

Andy also won the "Best host of drinking EvAr" award for making us all sausage sandwiches the morning after.

I had a moment, sometime at six AMish, when everyone was asleep, in which I pined, PINED, i tell you, for a person who could handle their drink, and was slightly insomniac, and generally not ghey. No one would stay awake to drink with me :(

Andy's A.I.R was followed by some more recovery time, and some missed drinking sessions thanks to some gay people who organised things and then cancelled them due to gayness. I did, after having recovered, end up visiting the Yeoman for a few drinks on sunday, which was quite entertaining.

This was followed by a week of BLEH before this little drinking session with matt, today, which has been quite entertaining, and illuminating and so forth. I had a plate of rice! and we seem to have nearly finished this 70cl bottle between us, so woo for us. My mum in all her not-aware-of-the-alcoholism-ness gave us a bucket when she realised we had vodka. She will probably be quite surprised when we haven't used it tomorrow.

Anyway. I probably won't post till some time after school starts, but never say never and all that...

cheerio, a slightly drunken rory

also woo - lostprophets in a weekish and GIAN in two exactly!!!!!!!one!

Muddy Puddles

2007-03-27T23:43:00.000+01:00

*Is happy*

And do you want to know why?

I'm afraid, my peons, that this is to remain a secret.

Just know that it is for a very odd reason, and thinking about it makes me feel like such a dork.

But no less happy, nonetheless.

Blagofaire

2007-03-23T23:51:00.000+01:00

I'm from the distant future.

Wow. Hi!

So I haven't posted in a while. What's up with that?

Interestingly, despite my status as an alcoholic (or a drunk, depending on your perception. also depending on your level of semantic pedantry), since my last post, roughly two weeks ago, I have not partaken of alcohol, except for on the slightly farcical paddy's day/vicki's birthday thing. Then, I got very drunk, and in the words of my elder sibling "vomited up a lung". I cannot tell you that this was an entirely unpleasant experience for me, as I do not remember it.

I should probably point out again at this point that now, I have been 18 for a month. And have gotten drunk a grand total of three times; I have not actually even drunk anything on any other occasion. Perhaps my reputation is undeserved. Or, I didn't have ID for most of that time, and feel I need an excuse to drink purely so I can argue against alcoholism.

Anyway. FF12 has been largely neglected lately, but this weekend is pretty much free, so I should be able to play a bit. I also have sort of ignored my various writing things, although Nightfall has gotten more attention since the wheel of time series was finished. a lot more attention. I've also got a short story thing roughly planned out for house writing. for the topic of "Voyages", I have set out a story which shall be titled "The Long Way Out", and is a voyage in the sense that it covers various aspects of one mans life in a short space of time, and deals with the psychological issue of alcoholism (If I write this and it gets put in the house writing thing I have a feeling I won't hear the end of it) and depression.

The easter holiday is coming up, which is cool. This also means that April is drawing near, which is good because of both the lostprophets gig and Give It A Name, both of which should be awesome. sooner than both of these gigs and perhaps less awesome is the combination of Hamilton's fancy dress party next friday (I'm going as a mime, because it will take me next to no effort, as soon as I find some white face paint. Also, I get to tell people that I'm only making them think I'm talking, using hand movements.), and Kinghorn's gigantinormous camping tentopolis thing. Which should be interesting to say the least.

Can't think of much else to comment on. So I suppose that's it until some of these anticipated events occur.

We'll Scream Loud At The Top of our Lungs, And They'll Say It's Just 'Cause We're Young

2007-03-08T23:32:00.000+01:00

So! it has come to this.

the london drinking.

the plan was, we go to london, do something vaugely resembling a pub crawl, go stay in the youth hostel. continuing the drinking and doing such entertaining activities as ring of fire and drinking mao.

half of that kind of happened.

anyway, I went to prod ellis at tescos so we could get the train, and after sufficient prodding we were off! (after renewing our various alcohol/juice/squash supplies) we got a macdonalds (I only got a drink.. in a titchy cup) and headed to the trains.

many things were discussed on the trains. we added some vodka to our cokes with the squirty vodka bottle (yay) and after finishing them, added some juice and more vodka. the drinking was well under way!

when we got to london, we were chastised for being late, despite getting the earliest possible train. we tubed/pegged it to the youth hostel to check in, with Matt and Emma handcuffed the whole way, and after checking in, we dumped the stuff in our room (using a handy locker as a "fridge" for all the alcohol) and left, with much complaining about still being sober.

however long we were wandering around london, we remained sober (although I did get a small swig of ouzo.. which had little effect) because we could find nowhere open (with space anyway) so it came to pass that for all of the actual saturday, we were sober.

after grabbing a KFC, we headed back to the youth hostel room to rectify this situation, and drinking mao completely failed to work. again.

The old standard of ring of fire was brought out, and it sufficiently sped up the process of being drunk. (we added a new rule with the jokers, snake eyes, which was quite effective.. also, the rule I introduced saying that we were not allowed to refer to people by name pwnd us all. )

after the first game, we were all sufficiently liquored up, and there may or may not have been a break before the second game, but the second one was commenced. it was going ok, but sort of drifted off when we realised most of us were too pissed to viably continue..

so while alex, matt and especially emma sat around recovering, me and ellis wandered down to the youth hostel bar. we were slighty befuddled by the keycard system, and tried to put money in the taking money out machine (which, for obvious reasons, failed to work), before realising that the machine to put money in it was the one next to us.

we managed to get two "red bull" and vodka drinks each in the bar, and played two *terrible* games of pool (woo, lack of depth perception), and completely failed to keep track of the wherabouts of my hat. So the hat is now lost to london, probably stolen by those dastardly australian hat thieves...

not much happened after that, me and ellis went back up to the TV lounge where the other three were being annoyed at one of those random cashcall programs, and we all floated back to the room, where little of note happened. (as far as I know, anyway. I went to bed soon after we got back, mourning the loss of my hat.)

The next morning, we somehow managed to get back to aylesbury. Irish Squash (some vodka, twice as much squash of any flavour, and as much water as needed) really helps for hangovers.

Somehow, we managed to avoid being eaten by grues. Even in the dark places!

You Are the One

2007-03-05T23:46:00.000+01:00

- title courtesy of Shiny Toy Guns, the band currently occupying the space of.. awesome: it's Indie/Rock/Electronica, or if you're WMP then it's apparantly "Dance". Anyway.

I appear to have left the posting about my birthday for over a week now.. oh well..

The school-ness was kinda boring, but I got a bottle of vodka from everyone at the end of the day, and buggered off home to get ready for the going out-age, and the family all went to EAMAYL for the many chinese foods, and cake! and a free double vodka & coke! birthday drinks yay. also two single vodka & cokes from the parents, so before any pub crawling happened I'd already started drinking.

Me and Shell then buggered off to the Litten Tree because of cheap drink-age, and met up with Matt and Becky (possibly the other way around, but you know), where a variety of drinks were bought, and Becky bought four shots of some white chocolate/vodka thing.. which we drank.

Shell's friends Gaz and Emily showed up at some point too, and then Chuddy, and various things fueled by some alcomohols occurred, like the game of "fingers"..

..before we moved pub, although we tried to get into a different one (can't remember what it was called) but Becky had been very clever and forgotten her ID, so we went to the bell instead, where we bumped into dad, who bought me and matt (but no one else, which greatly offended Michelle) a drink, and more drinks were had before we moved again, this time to Yates' where we didn't even stay for a drink due to the crowdedness/loudness.

We moved again, to the hobgoblin, where we managed to get in thanks to being a big group, despite it being over 21's only (and that's not stupid at all)

more drinking ensued, from the barman who looked like an older tom, and apparantly is called matt (michelle used to work there, and i think that's what she said) and i played a very bad game of pool.. depth perception? what's that?

after more gallivanting, we somehow ended up at chuddy's house and ring of fire ensued, twice if i remember correctly (i might not) with various entertaining things and so forth.

somehow, I ended up at home in bed. the end.

ooh, also I got presents! besides from the vodka, there's the give it a name tickets (which i dunno if i've mentioned before) and FF12 which is awesome so far, and just today I got a late present from shell which was also pretty awesome; two tickets to a lostprophets gig (which is a week before GIAN, fun) and has TBS supporting! roll on the april..

coming soon to a my blog near you: The London Drinking

Thanks For The Memories

2007-02-25T02:54:00.000+01:00

So it's been about two weeks without a post, and an eventful two weeks at that.. two 18th's (one of which was mine) and a great gig.. not to mention all the little odds and ends of half term, and the first week back after half term..

there wasn't actually that much that happened at ellis' party to speak of.. most likely due to the minute quantity of vodka available. Not to say that it was boring, it was quite entertaining overall, but there wasn't an amazing amount to speak of. Managed to get no sleep at all, sitting in the kitchen while most people watched serenity/started sleeping, continuing with the cider drinking and the talking with the various people who passed in and out of the room.

also, our present for ellis was awesome. we got him a bottle of tequila (which remains unopened), and the extra amazing combination of a mallet and a pink hamster. called rosa, I believe.

half term wasn't terribly eventful, and I did no work. the staying up all night at ellis' meant that my sleep cycle started screwed up, and wasn't a gradual thing like usual.

There was some frantic "planning" of travel arrangements for the BFS/Wheatus gig on the saturday.. Birmingham is a bitch to get back from, the last train back to leighton buzzard being at about ten or half past (before the end of the gig) , so we ended up deciding to get a coach there from milton keynes, and one back to hemel, where muzz had a handy house for us to kill any time we needed to kill while we waited for the early buses to come.

I got a lift with matt to MK, and we had over a half hour to kill waiting for the others/the coach.. and when the others arrived and the coach was supposed to be leaving, we didn't know which one it was.. the one i suggested it might be, dave dismissed. Had we not gone to check, we would have missed it.

the coach there was long and arduous, especially since we were mostly seperated into pairs all over the coach.. me and dave passed the time talking about whatever and listening to a combined fall out boy/bowling for soup playlist.

birmingham itself was... a bit crap. we had four 18 year olds with us, but only two with ID, so after we found the carling acadamy, we looked for a tescos ("Shall we ask a local? they should know where there's a tescos.." "you mean like that one we just passed?" "..."), found one, bought some alcomohol and some coke, got a macdonalds, and found a charming little shithole to get drunk in. shithole is only the affectionate nickname we had for a rubble filled, empty, trash littered carpark quite near to the gig. we spent a lot of time being no good punk ass kids in that little shithole while we waited for the gig...

..which was pretty good, we missed the first band (Army of Freshmen, which for the most part we hadn't heard of) and got into the gig just in time to hear wheatus (although only two of their songs really got the crowd going. I'd imagine you can guess the two, if you know anything about wheatus), and we had a brief sulk/drink in the corner since Son of Dork were due to play next (While they were setting up, some random songs were played over the speakers, including Maxwell's Silver Hammer, which was quite cool.

After the travesty that was busted rejects, we headed down to try shove our way as close to the front as we could get, and while we were doing so, Bowling For Soup came on, and it was awesome. By the time High School Never Ends was played, I was close enough to the front that the wall of flesh in front of me was only two people thick, but unfortunately this was also about the time I felt actually physically dehydrated, and had to struggle BACK through the sweaty, fleshy mass that was the crowd. I had to go to three, THREE bars before I got a drink of water, and spent a little while recovering and only half heartedly singing along, rather than the exuberant jumping and shouting I was doing at the start and close of the set.

The journey home... had a number of legs.. there was the first portion, which was actually a long wait in the shithole/bus station, with much talking and more vodka (with my 'Trademarked' Irish Squash) the coach back to MK was quite sedate, as we were all still sort of seperated. Dave several times nearly went to sleep, only to jerk back awake, as I listened to more Fall Out Boy and tried to stay awake so that at least one of us would make the stop...

..which we got off at, to spend an hour waiting in the cafe playing mao while we waited for the coach to hemel.. the mao game was quite entertaining as we got quite a few rules in.. ("Failure to Ollie Williams..!") and on the coach there was only one other person, and we all sat at the back and discussed a number of very odd things, as there was still a little alcohol in effect. once we got to hemel, we wandered through the empty streets, contemplated seeing how bad we'd have to be to get arrested for being drunk and disorderly, and started the long walk to muzz's house, which had an equal number of odd discussions if not more than the coach trip (the walking meant no one could even contemplate sleep).

At muzz's, most people collapsed around an attempt at drinking mao (which got through like NONE of the vodka), and with muzz and matt asleep-ish and toby contemplating it while building houses of cards, me, ellis, and dave had the bright idea of drinking higher or lower. three or so runs through the deck later, we were all giggling at pretty much anything and much more of the vodka had gone.

The last leg of the journey came a little later still, and many of us nearly fell asleep on the bus to aylesbury/tring/wherever, before me, ellis, and matt got off in aylesbury and had a drink in coffee republic, before I finally got a lift home from ellis' parents, and crawled into bed.

I should probably mention that all my parents knew of my wherabouts was that I wasn't at home. I left a note, saying that I'd gone out, was staying at a friends house, and would be back tomorrow.. which was all true, I would like to point out.

This passed without comment for the most part, which is funny, because if, for example, alex tried something similar, he'd most likely get five minutes up the road before getting a call asking, no, telling him, to come home.

My dad was pretty annoyed that I'd gone to an awesome gig without telling him.. he likes both BFS and wheatus...

Sunday might as well not have happened for all the use I got out of it, and school.. was mostly a bitch. like usual. the two or so coursework deadlines on friday didn't particularly help, but yes.

Seeing as how this post is massive, I suppose I'll leave the bit about my 18th for now, because it is also past three and I should probably go to bed.. cheerio.

Snowed under

2007-02-08T21:50:00.000+01:00

I was pleasantly surprised this morning by the snow. I say pleasantly, because I didn't have to go out and walk through it to school; partly because it eventually transpired that school was cancelled, but mostly because my parents told me I didn't have to go, because neither of my younger siblings did.

After i'd slept all day (to three o'clock.. ish.. yeah..) I found out that school was cancelled tomorrow too, so half term has essentially started. which is good.

Haven't commented on Alex's party yet, it was good, no one was sick (our attempts to get alex kicked out of his own house by throwing up were thwarted) there were two ring of fire games, although the first one had too many people, and was cut short, and the second had too few (just a little short of the ideal number, lets say) there was dylan moran, and alcohol, and.. lemons! also a few failed poker and mao games kinda happened a little, but they did, as i said, fail.

there was also the naked harry. (not to mention the socks incident) which was particularly traumatising. andy will never look at his hat in the same way again..!

about half of the people there buggered off upstairs at some point, ollie collapsed about three hours before everyone else and was only in a state of semi-conciousness throughout the rest of the night (with the toilet sign being placed on him after he got into his sleeping bag and.. slept) he blames the whiskey..

But there was much fun, or to put it another way, much alcohol (aren't synonyms fun?)

I've now watched all the released heroes episodes and it's pretty awesome.

That is all.

Where to begin

2007-01-31T23:45:00.000+01:00

So, I've been particularly quiet on the post front, so I'm.. not being? at any rate, there are things that need to be mentioned, as such as anything written here is necessary, anyway.

My first choice of word to describe the Nightmare of You gig and the day in general would most likely be "interesting", but ironically as a description it is decidedly lacking and dull, not really revealing much in the way of my actual opinion other than telling you that it was... well, interesting. All of which can be sumarised as "it does not mean good OR bad! we do not know what rory thinks of events! oh noes!".

If you were expecting a full and frank depiction of my opinion, you pretty much came to the wrong place. As it is, the gig, and the day, was...

Epic.

Arguably this does not shed much more light than interesting, but it's the difference between ambivalence and apathy, this one being the ambivalence and interesting, again ironically, being the apathy.

But epic it was indeed, and like any epic, there were highs, lows, ups, downs (they may well be the same thing but I want a longer list), there was adventure, bright lights, psychotropic substances, loud music, hats, sex, drugs, rock & roll, violence, gambling, hitmen, aliens, assassinations, ninjas and robots... okay, the last few may or may not be entirely fictional, but you never know.

After all of which, I get away without having to actually have said much that actually DID happen. Vauge hints will have to do for you, I'm afraid.

I also had my last exam. It wasn't terribly fun, and as for difficulty or ease...

let us just say it was interesting.

Risque

2007-01-23T22:55:00.000+01:00

More tiredness. More Wheel of Time. More being ill and feeling like blech because of congestion and whatnot.

Many people seem kinda tired or ill at the moment, what with exams, general back-to-school suckage, what seems to be like a late winter, with really bad weather only now starting to go around.

When a teacher points out that i'm not looking well (especially considering I rarely ever feel *well* at school; little sleep, a poor diet and blinding rage will do that for you) I know i'm really fscked over. Which isn't so much fun, understandably.

but on the bright side, I have an essay first thing tomorrow to look forward to!

*twitch*

If I somehow fail to get good sleep tonight (which is quite likely actually, because tired as I am I have Lord of Chaos to read, and I'm only 280 odd pages into it and.. yeah) tomorrow will be particularly painful.

On the actual bright side this time, I only have to endure two more school days until the Nightmare of You gig, and then I just have to survive the london-drunkenness and the whole having ellis and dave around for further drinking before friday rolls around and we all die in a fire.

Speaking of dying in a fire (Although this may appear to be a non sequitar), Alex is having a party on the third of February, with the drinking and the funs and whatnot. So yay. Also, as it is something along the lines of Ellis' birthday on the 4th, he will be having a similar style of celebration perhaps, shortly afterwards. so woo.

As it is, it's time for two paracetamol and a trip to bed, although there will be some reading at the very least. I can only hope I won't lose track of time.

Heaven runs on oil

2007-01-19T22:59:00.000+01:00

We've been back at school now for what seems like two long. Also, the sporadic nature of my blogs is seemingly increasing. Nothing happening ftl.

More reading of the Wheel of Time series has had me doing little else: I am currently halfway through book five, and it's a real effort to put down most of the time. six and a half more books to go, as well. fun.

A large amount of the week has been spent heavily anticipating the oncoming Nightmare of You gig, which should be Fricking Awesomeness personified, with the alcohol and the music! i'm pretty sure i mentioned the alcohol, but i'll mention it again just to be sure: alcohol!

also awesome music.

last week at some point I obtained through legitimate means a shiny pink copy of the Nightmare of you album, and god damnit if it isn't awesome, my favourite track being Heaven Runs on Oil at this particular juncture, a song which is pretty much amazing and all discreetly disdainful of the whole american government thing.

I only have one more exam to (heh heh) look forward to, which is of the comms variety and is particularly elusive. The Blake poems we're studying are all pretty good, and weird as it is The Homecoming provides some interesting discussion.

Gig in 6 days :o

Much More Beautiful Person

2007-01-09T22:47:00.000+01:00

School has returned with the new year, and already we've been back for four days and a weekend, which means that by now we have had all of our lessons at least once. With the whole new year thing, I've been asked about resolutions (which begs the question, are people obsessed with them because they think other people should change, or are they projecting and feel they really need to change? or, of course, neither. lots of people make resolutions and it can be interesting to see whether people make resolutions and what they are) I refuse to make a resolution at any rate, as any decision for positive change i make will not be influenced by largely irrelevant lunar and solar cycles.

Apart from my resolution to stop eating babies, of course.

Resolutions aside, many people are impressed by my truthful claims that I have not been drunk all year (I entered the year sober, setting a terrible precedent), which is depressing (both the fact that I have remained in a state of sobriety and the fact that people were impressed by only nine days of it.

lessons so far have mostly been boring as usual, with computing being especially dull (practical work on our projects; I can only work on mine at home due to software constraints) and comms being interesting to a point, but we're mostly going over old ground in preperation for the exam on the 30th.

English has been interesting too at points. We had to read the homecoming over christmas, and i only got round to doing so on sunday but it is decidedly weird. and disturbing also, with much violence and sexual deviancy. theatre of the absurd is interesting but not particularly enjoyable...

And in rough connection to english is the series I have only just started reading, The Wheel of Time, which I was given the first book of for christmas. each book of the eleven in the series has roughly 700 pages, and I am on the third.. book two was pretty much read all weekend.

It hurts my brain that I just started reading a humungous, enthralling fantasy epic at the begining of an exam period. I have an exam tomorrow morning, and three others throughout the month.

This is the kind of thing leading scientists would class as "pretty gay".

I have a gig to look forward to though, with much alcohols, so woo. Nightmare of You Ef Tee Doubleyew!

Dark Blue

2006-12-29T02:42:00.000+01:00

So there was a second trip to matt's, there was a christmas, and a boxing day (or if you're in ireland, st stephen's day) and the usual holiday apathy and hiding from the light by sleeping through the days and slothing through the afternoons, nights and mornings.

It hasn't been light when I woke up since I was rudely awoken on christmas morning at about half seven, to do the usual present recieving thing, which all in all went quite well, and i obtained about six CDs, a camera, a hat, about three books, lots of chocolate and other sweet type things and maybe more things that I've forgotten (like the two T-Shirts i've just remembered - one from my brother with the relevant slogan of "Damn right I'm good in bed - I can sleep for days!" which is quite cool and i can only hope he gets only one meaning from that (what with him turning eight in a few days..)

The CDs I got were all pretty good and quite varied in style; there was the +44 "When your heart stops beating", the Billy Talent "Billy Talent II", the Jack's Mannequin "Everything in transit", the Veruca Salt "IV", the Duke Special "Songs from the deep forest" and the new bowling for soup album which I didn't actually get but have been listening to, "The great burrito extortion case".

The layout of the site is changing a little because of blogger being bought by google or something, so I've gone with what is mostly the old layout but now with more blue.

Loss of Clarity

2006-12-22T23:46:00.000+01:00

There is a lot I could say, but I won't because I'd probably provide a biased and wholly inadequate version of events.

It could be argued that nothing is an even more inadequate version of events, but to those pedants I say "bah".

So it was an interesting week overall, with the grading to purple, the whole matt's 18th thing, the not-really-getting-any-work-done of the last few school days, and then the boredom that comes with having nothing to do and no one to talk to.

Hogfather was interesting. I shouldn't need to point out how much this word lacks in description, but I really cannot be bothered with anything else. It was the good kind of interesting, anyway.

Also; there was pizza. And in the words of Andy (And I'm paraphrasing here) "Everything's gone weird"...

I'm making a prediction here, which is a rare enough occurance in itself; Things (capital letter and all) will soon enough settle back into the norm. But then, there are always new weird things to entertain or confuse us.

Tetris

2006-12-14T23:53:00.000+01:00

I don't, as it happens, have much of anything to say, but I want a coherent post before the hungover babblings of sunday, post matt's party, so I'm posting.

Todays comms lesson was Quite Interesting, and it concerned the mass media and the proliferation of the interwebs. Apart from such things as wikipedia and youtube (woo, crowdsourcing) some interesting points were raised; one on the issue of blogs. Blogs et al. will be useful for future social historians and so forth, as they will be readily available sources of the minutiae of western civilised lives.

which was interesting. however, my blogging is more for personal benefit than any noble goal of accurately informing the future of current events or trends or.. whatever else.

anyway.

blah

Lightning strikes twice in Oxford

2006-12-11T02:05:00.000+01:00

after an uneventful weekend start, with much mock grading at karate, everything picked up today with the Men Women and Children giggity goodness. The day started with just some floating around until about four odd, when we went to pick up Ellis and.. be driven to Oxford.

The weather was miserable, and when we arrived near the Zodiac we were booted out of the car to fend for ourselves against the elements until the gig started at about half seven. After much initial confusion, we met up with teh dave, who is oxford-ing for interviews till tuesday (and taking a day off on wednesday, like the big ghey that he is). This was followed by further confusion as we attempted to locate the epitome of capitalist civilization in the form of those big shiny golden arches we all know and in some cases, love.

A macdonalds was found, and it became a source of much glee. I think a new term ending in -gasm was coined to describe the situation, but I digress.

the time between then and the gig was spent variously to-ing and fro-ing up and down oxford high street, finding out if dave could come to the gig, looking for a pub that would let us in for a non-alcoholic drink, before settling on a cafe/bar that was decorated with an interesting orange theme.

the gig itself was quite varied.. the first "band" played "music" which was purely atonal noise with no rythme and mangled screeching sounds. Having broken everyone's ears, the second support act "Kill The Arcade" came on, and managed to not be ompletely terrible. They also didn't have a guy in a bear suit molesting people, and were ACTUALLY playing their instruments (we knew this because they kept stopping due to instrument fuck-ups)

Men Women and Children were, in a word: Fan-Fucking-Tastic. they played most of their songs, and were just great in general. I even got some shiny badges at the end of the gig!

want to say more but am being kicked off, so maybe tomorrow.

As it's me though, probably not.

Nightfall

2006-12-07T23:59:00.000+01:00

erg. another day. I both want to post and don't really want to talk about anything.

Luck O' The Irish

2006-12-07T00:07:00.000+01:00

people keep complaining about me winning at poker. This is repeatedly attributed to my irishness and regarded just as good luck, but while i get the occasional good hand, most of the times I win with pairs or threes and am just playing and betting well.

I mean if i was really lucky, that time I got four of a kind today would have won me more than a penny. As it happens, it didn't. So there.

I showed up late today; it tells you a lot about comms that i was 20 minutes late to a 40 minute lesson and it hadnt started.. but both comms singles were alright. got my value and ideology essay back, with 23 out of 30.. bayliss also got 23 out of 30, and based most of his essay on the first half of mine, so it just goes to show. Warner's marking wasn't very helpful.. he hasn't said anywhere how to improve, just "good essay" written next to the mark. I shouldn't have to point out why this is unhelpful.

english was interesting. I say interesting, because two people in the whole class had done the homework, and as a result everyone else got shouted at and sent off to the library. I would like to point out that I did attempt the homework (we had to find some critical analysis of To The Lighthouse) but I couldn't find anything decent on the interweb last night. the teacher told me I should have looked at the resources in the library. she sent us to the library and gave us books she'd taken form there on TTL.. there were no other books IN the library on TTL. I shouldn't need to say anything more here either.

PSHE was a talk about finance, which wasn't very interesting and ran into my free; it did have some mildly entertaining moments though. the rest of the day was spent playing the aforementioned poker and winning small amounts of other peoples money.

The Time Traveller

2006-12-06T00:29:00.000+01:00

Not an overly interesting day today, but as most, it had it's moments. There was the bread-headshot, for instance. Computing consisted almost entirely of "project work" which meant messing around with case studio because i have no idea what i'm doing.

this was followed by a free spent mostly playing shed, with non-hamden (ie stupid) rules, so again i had no idea what i was doing.

comms was comms. it required no effort and i'm pretty sure i didn't learn anything, so that was the usual. i did for the first time that morning know what i was doing, but as that was nothing it isnt really very impressive.

i had the rest of the day "free", although i technically had a lesson, but it didn't have a teacher, and the work set was watching a video. anyway, much time was spent playing cards on for my part losing most of the money i'd won yesterday.. cursed lemon..

lunch was the usual walk to and from tescos, with quite possibly the quote of the day from ellis, of scrubs - "I love Cox". oh how we laughed. (you see it's funny because it's true) and the intervention hammer failed to make an appearance.

Come back to texas

2006-12-04T22:10:00.000+01:00

today was interesting, in that I pretty much had no work; I did have a lesson (yes, singular) but since it comprised entirely of watching a video (A Streetcar Named Desire which we're watching as opposed to reading because it's faster. We're doing it for our synoptic unit and have to cover as much post 1945 drama as we can), it wasn't like real work.

The rest of the day was spent playing cards, and finding devious ways to go to tescos buying alex a lemon.. he didn't want one but, and I quote him here "get me a lemon". this quote may be slightly taken out of context seeing as it was originally preceded by "do not" or some other negative form, but we had to think positive. So alex got a lemon. He claims it is a "lucky" lemon, but you know, I don't think it helped him at poker..

Karate has been fun recently, and by fun I my difficult and often painful, thanks to the whole "preparing for the grading thing" but meh. I may have decided to not go today due to tiredness, but you shouldn't believe everything you hear. it would be true in this case, but you should probably pretend it isn't anyway.

I've now seen every episode thus far released of scrubs. This depresses me in a number of ways. If you can guess how many and what they are, you might win a prize!

or a knife in the eye. it could go either way.

How to save a life

2006-11-30T22:50:00.000+01:00

I've recently been watching far too much Scrubs on this random youtube clone, and it's just great television. On a probably completely unrelated note, I'm almost constantly tired and my eyes tend to seem all bloodshot and screwy (well, more so than usual at any rate) which is never good.

seriously though. three and a half seasons of scrubs in about a week. I just don't think i'll get any work done till i've finished.

in other news, card games seem to have seen a major resurgence, with much playing of shed (with dumb rules) and cheat and now poker, with the added element of gambling. not extensive gambling, just small change at the moment.

lessons have been lessons, although today bond was away... hooray for a three period day \o/

Relentless

2006-11-22T00:15:00.000+01:00

I think we're up to at least four signs of the apocalypse now; the two concerning me are the fact that I was more organised than some people (in regards to personal statement) and the other was the fact that I went to sleep before midnight: so yeah, be on the look out for rains of fire and the like.

the going to sleep before 12 happened last night, and as a result I got more than seven and a half hours sleep, so I was fully awake for most of today. which was okay, if you like that sort of thing I guess.

I'm not going to bother ranting about computing, but needless to say, Bond must be long overdue a stabbing or something. Comms was spent talking about something or other, oh, and everyone had to take out their phone to compare them, as it is obviously a very important status symbol. or something. maybe pigford just likes looking at shiny chunks of plastic? who knows.

frees were spent with various amounts of dithering around and then ordering a pizza, which arrived at lunch-ish.. simon charged into me from somewhere behind me and managed to send the last slice of pizza (in my hand) hurtling to the floor. he picked it up, said something about the ten second rule, and I let him have it.. I didn't particularly want the additional topping of "floor", so it was him or the bin..

english followed lunch, and failed to be very productive at all. we started reading the first part of A Streetcar Named Desire but for the most part were just talking about the genre of whatever it is.

I have to write an essay for english tomorrow, and have no frees beforehand; seeing as it is now twenty past eleven, I'm assuming I'll end up going to sleep AFTER 12 tonight, whether I manage to persuade myself to do the essay or otherwise.

Shaking

2006-11-20T23:13:00.000+01:00

monday mornings are never fun.. today was particularly unpleasant because I only managed to get to sleep after about four AM sunday night/monday morning, so I was shattered. this is happening a lot again.. and my eyes are really screwy at the moment. like actually red and bloodshot the past few times I looked. the annoying part is i was actually trying to sleep sunday night, and all that was keeping me up was actual insomnia.

anyway, I managed to have done my english homework, and we spent the lesson preparing for and then acting out and abridged version of hamlet. our group did the first two acts, and I was "lucky" enough to be hamlet, the character with the most lines even in our abridged version.

It was interesting how a group of teenage boys managed to accidentally turn a philosophical revenge tragedy into what appeared to be a comedy.

free periods were spent complaining about not being able to go to tescos and then proceeding to do so anyway, albeit in a paranoid and "sneaky" manner.

bond decided to pick on me in computing, purely because I wasn't paying attention. This might not seem an incredible injustice, but I was the only one told of for not paying attention, and was not the only one doing so. Muzz, sitting NEXT to me, looked like he was going to sleep about four times.

on a side note: bond is apparantly omnipresent or something, because he can apparantly maintain eye contact with everyone in the class SIMULTANEOUSLY. except for me, obviously because *I* wasn't paying attention. Maybe this could have been averted by me paying attention, but he'd probably pick on someone else then. and it is oh so very boring.

lunch was spent following random people into town, losing all the people who wanted to be in town, finding them again and generally wishing my head would start working again.

I eventually decided at some point during my free period seven to go home and crawl into bed. I had the weirdest dream (and can remember large parts of it for once), and my eyes are still screwy. I'm hoping when I go back to bed (in a little while) I can go to sleep pretty damn quickly. if not, I will feast on the blood of whatever unfortunate souls have the misfortune to get in my way.

Boys Like Girls

2006-11-19T01:57:00.000+01:00

Blerg. another week passes, dull and repetetive as ever. while i'm sure there were some interesting events this week (well, probably not; although there were probably events {or even non-events} that i would have found interesting. but that's beside the point) anyway. it was school. it was karate. it was sleep. it was wishing for vodka.

I did read a book by Bret Easton Ellis throughout this week though (he's the only author I mentioned in my personal statement I was technically lying about having read; I needed another "transgressive" novelist) anyway, the book, Lunar Park was pretty good. it starts of sort of autobiographical, with him as the main character, but most of it is a work of fiction. there are giant furby demons, so you know. that's gotta be interesting.

got me a bunch of interesting musics this week, or in some cases just heard of them.. Really loving "Hero/Heroine" by Boys like Girls and all of their other currently streamable tracks.. music i was actually sent (by matt) includes the new Sugarcult album, Lights Out, the eponymous Men, Women and Children album and the new Killers album, all of which are good.

as a side experiment, lesbians

Messy

2006-11-12T20:58:00.000+01:00

oh no a random encounter. anyway, a week or therabouts has passed.. maybe.. but the important thing is that this week was.. i'd like to say good, but the best word is probably "interesting", so let's go with that. it was an interesting week.

now why was it interesting, i completely fail to hear you ask? well on monday it was interesting because i had only one lesson to attend (properly), which was english first thing in the morning, which while annoying was bearable. computing started, but then bond went to lithuania for the week after taking the register/"letting people hand in their projects" (like he was doing everyone a favour by demanding that the work be handed in..). the lack of computing lessons all week is one reason it was "interesting".

the other main reason was the prospect of parties at leddy's this weekend, but the whole need for money that weekend basically meant i wasn't eating and had to walk into school everyday.. this need for money at the weekend appeared to be a big problem when on wednesday, at the driving safety thing (which could have been worse, it was a serious talk, instead of some gay play with a vauge message saying "DONT DRIVE DANGEROUSLY", but was still pretty much a waste of my time. i've lost two cousins in seperate road accidents. i know what it does to everyone connected. i dont need to be told how depressing it is by paramedics and parents who have lost their children. my aunts and uncles lost sons, my cousins lost brothers..), well i seem to have gotten sidetracked a little. my point was, at the driving safety thing, i either lost or had stolen from me £15, which might not seem like a large amount, but when you are a jobless college student..

a third of that money was daves too. fun. anyway, after that, we went to see Borat! (insert rest of title here, i can't for the life of me remember it) which was quite amusing. i managed to afford a ticket by it being free thanks to ellis, so.. yeah.

thursday was thursday. need any more be said, really. there was the interesting coincidence of me having the rental fight club DVD me and alex watched last week for the comms lesson warner wanted to watch fight club in, but had misplaced his copy. weird how that worked out. i managed to save our class from some.. less interesting thing. can't remember exactly what warner said it was.

friday came, and with the absence of bond, i only really lessons periods three, five and six.. but decided with alex that japanese was cancelled periods five and six, so i went home got changed, went back into school, and wandered round aylesbury with ellis till we ended up in buckingham and then after some frantic tesco-ing, leddy's house. the party happened, and i somehow (don't judge me) managed to have the equivalent of around (this is a ROUGH estimate..) 10 vodka shots in the space of either two or three hours (again a rough estimate) which for the more ignorant of you is roughly 440ml (it could have been both more or less than this, but not by much). bearing in mind i was planning to get myself a 35cl bottle for the whole night, this is a significant amount of alcohol. i've just checked a vodka bottle for reference, and the 35cl one is 13.1 UK units. (i've only just started working this out.. FUCK that's quite a large amount of alcohol. in a two hour period...)

it almost now seems needless to say that i passed out very early on at leddy's party, and as a result, missed most of it. i was very happy for a short amount of time, anyway. then i threw up (which wasn't pleasant, and i may have.. err.. missed.. i somehow forgot about the toilet attached to the room i was in and trekked downstairs and to the other side of the house) and then was put to bed (this was some time around nine o'clock..) where i was unconcious and therefore probably happy.

woke up the next morning (having slept rather well) and was told off several times for passing out. wasted the day with matt around aylesbury among other places, and went back to leddy's for round two, which was much more subdued and was mostly just a movie and some cider, with lots of talking to matt. i talked to matt so much this weekend it's not even funny, because we also spent a large time TODAY together, getting back to aylesbury. fun on a stick. anyway, yeah. this concludes my telling of the events of this week.

And it's only half over..

2006-11-04T22:54:00.000+01:00

i haven't posted all week because i've been too busy (you may also choose to read this as lazy, but i probably did more work [we're talking outside of school here. and woo, sub parenthesis and self-referentialism] this week than i have in ages) but am doing so now, so yeah.

the week started off badly with threats of retribution for lack of computing work done unless a large amount was seen to be done for thursday. I managed to meet this deadline, but it required several late nights, a few painful days of being walking dead, and quite probably my immortal soul. reality and subconcious sorta merged for a while back there. anyway, the work got done, even if i did have to take wednesday off and sleep through it to recover. I remember thinking on tuesday (before my plans for a day of recovery) that it has been a long week. and it was tuesday. the week was only half over.. but the work got done, and even some other work for english.

then on thursday after school/karate, me and alex had a small drunken/gaming/movie session, although somewhere before the end of fight club the vodka ran out and as a result, after soul calibur III and the adventures of battle pope we sobered up a bit, wished we had more vodka and when shell showed up there was some playing of that ratchet and clank game (not the first one but some random multiplayer spin off thing )

friday was mainly uneventful, after i wandered into town with alex and out alone, there was little of note that happened, so yeah. i seemed to have overslept today and missed karate :s darned parents not waking me and or not being around to do so..

Lazy Days

2006-10-27T00:49:00.000+01:00

So, half term is nearly over, and as predicted i have spent my time doing pretty much bugger all, sleeping late into the afternoons and staying up late into the mornings, either playing FF, streaming TV shows or reading something positive, not much has happened.

well, except for yesterday. yesterday, I went to colchester to look around the university of essex, at parental insistance that i at least have a look around my first choice university, if nowhere else.

we had to get up early, and left for a long drive at half nine, which got us to the campus grounds just in time to have missed the start of the tour, but got caught up to it. generally the campus was pretty good, lots of greenland surrounding the main buildings, and trees all over the place, which sort of made up for most of the buldings being kinda ugly.. sorta uniform and office-blocky..

If I needed more confirmation that what I want to be doing at uni is english lit, i got it in the form of the library they had there.. the 5th floor of it was where all the english stuff was, just shelves and shelves of hardback books.. no crappy plastic dustcovers, just paper and covers.. and the amount of shelves.. every bit of space used.. there were so many books, it was frigging awesome.

the actual town of colchester wasn't too impressive, but it is bigger than aylesbury, and probably has much more stuff.. anyway, it was generally a good day, but really tiring. what with the early start and the large amount of walking (and the long car journey.. woo) i almost collapsed straight into bed when i got home.. i was so tired i had to skip my plans to sit up all night drinking vodka and coke.. poor me.

Patent Pending

2006-10-18T21:38:00.000+01:00

blarg, school. half term after two days, so a break, but i don't think much is going to happen over half term. it never does (this includes me catching up on late work, woo)

profile was pretty good, with little ellis' band opening it pretty well and then various other good things throughout the evening.. mediumdave was very fun and very violent..

me, ellis and tom left profile at about nine, ten past, to head for matts. once at matt, drinking ensued. the abridged version of events is: stuff happened. the longerversion is only SLIGHTLY longer, because i am very lazy: ring of fire happened, it was fun but resulted in some throwing up on my part (it would now appear me and matt are even on the cleaning up of each others puke) after ring of fire, there was a half-hearted alcohol-poker game, which gave way to generally more interesting discussions. matt may or may not have passed out and i may or may not have used this opportunity to draw on him.

anyhow, since then not much has happened, except for school which has just been excruciatingly tedious, and.. yeah that seems to be pretty much it.

six hundred grams of cheese

2006-10-13T16:53:00.000+01:00

well, tuesday was relatively boring from what I remember, although comms was as usual interesting (female castration.. rob bright-"I've had that done" pigford-"that explains a lot" rob-"not as much as you'd think") and something (or indeed some things) most likely happened period 5 & 6 (and at lunch, but no one cares about that.

I spent wednesday "ill" and therefore in bed till about three, which was rather pleasant. nothing ftw.

thursday was again kind of boring, computing and english were the usual bags of fun, and semi-annoyingly comms was cancelled. i went to a weird english thing at lunch where we talked about these extracts. time travel and hinted paedophilia was involved. seedy.

then there was friday. computing was boring, comms was a bit pointless (we watched a video about david beckham. you can imagine my glee) and then time was killed until japanese, which happened and was meh (we keep getting lots of japanese homework. it's probably bad for my health) and after lunch which was pretty dull i went home early, because i couldn't be arsed to hang around for the hour or so till the end of school.

i have to go to a church later.. the younger sibling is being confirmed so i have to go be bored for however long it is. at least i have profile/matts to look forward to, so it's not so bad.

anyhow, thats all i have to say, so ciao

She blinded me with library science

2006-10-09T23:15:00.000+01:00

interesting day today, although all my lessons were extremely tedious.. periods 7 and 8 were interesting though.. just don't ask about the inflatable sheep

A Beautiful Lie

2006-10-08T18:17:00.000+01:00

oh dear, i appear to have more than slightly neglected my poor little blog, the last one now being two weeks ago. tch. on the bright side, i'm now posting a brief overview of those two weeks. there was the.. hmm.. i can't remember too much that happened in the last fortnight.. last weekend there was leddy's party, but truth be told i don't remember too much of that. there was lots of throwing up on my part anyhow, i remember that (it would've been difficult to forget) and i remember the journery back to aylesbury the next day was entertaining, with a nine man walk/bus journey from some small village somewhere near buckingham to aylesbury. we sort of kinda missed karate last week, but me and simon went yesterday and it was fun. ellis and mark were looking at uni's in london or something, so they have now missed two karate lessons in a row.

school has been the same as ever, a frustrating amount of work that i end up doing very little of anyway, so that's as much fun as ever. japanese this year is starting to look like real work, with practising and vocab and all other varieties of fun.

the weather's been getting gradually worse, which also sucks, and means a lot of frees are spent inside doing bugger all (as opposed to outside doing bugger all, i suppose)

found three pretty good new bands this weekend.. 30 Seconds to Mars which i found through random surfing and other stuff, which is similar to how i found Veruca Salt. However, Heavens was interesting in that i found it in an email recomendation sent to me by amazon, and only bothered looking into it because all the other recomendations were CD's i had already or knew i wanted. so that was pretty cool. it's a side project of alkaline trio's lead singer, and sounds pretty snazzy.

anywho, toodles. might post again later this week.. got stuff to look forward to anyway, i'm probably going to profile next saturday, among other things. ciao

Plans are a foot

2006-09-24T01:21:00.000+01:00

squee.. well lets update:

- Bond got the work, it got a D \o/ and as a result i have to redraft it at some point soon. i also have to redraft my comms brief.. which as it stands is at a U (this is not an extremely low grade, the inital draft was meant to be crap, but the deadline for the final draft is next friday) I should probably do those.. I also have two essays to write (although I think I have an extra week for one) and at some point have to be arsed to get around to doing UCAS things. j0yz0rz

- I gradually got more tired throughout the week, up till thursday, at which point I was tired AND ill. I proceeded to ammend this the only way imaginable: alcohol! it sort of worked, by which I mean for thursday night I felt great, but it meant on friday I was tired, ill and hungover. The weather also decided to rain for most of the later part of the day, so I got to walk home in the rain, hungover, half asleep, and ill. i went to sleep at about half seven, half eight, and woke up the next day at roughly half six, looked at the clock, noticed a distinct lack of my brother and thought "fuck.. i've slept through saturday" but it transpired this had not in fact happened and it was merely half 6 in the morning, and i could go into a semi-concious state for the next three hours till i had to get up for karate. karate was ok, with a focus on kata, so i was alright (already knowing ours) but my foot started bleeding randomly. there was random wandering with ellis, mark and simon for a bit, but nothing major happened so yay.

- i appear to have "forgotten" to mention thursday night, except in passing. it was generally good, ring of fire needs more people though, matt and tom were both sick.. i don't know how much tom drank, but we were sort of mean to matt when it came to dishing out the drinking.

- blarg.. i need more money, be it for alcohol, random cinema trips, CDs, alcohol, food, random musical gigs which could be entertaining, alcohol. you know, the usual. maybe when all the uni students have buggered off i will be bothered enough to apply somewhere for a job

quit laughing.

The l33t dog says "wtf"

2006-09-18T22:00:00.000+01:00

argh. i feel like i need to sleep for about a week. on the plus side, i didn't get slaughtered by bond earlier for missing the deadline i didnt know about, and the work for it has now be done and emailed off (if he hasn't gotten it i'm going to kill somebody) and i also actually did the essay that was due in earlier, so woo.

apart from being sleepy, i want to get drunk soonish, and as luck may have it, my parents are going to milan on thursday. however, what with school and all, getting drunk with other people might've been a problem.. but at the very least, matt's induction week finishes on wednesday, so if worst comes to worst me and matt get to get drunk, and then i get to be hungover on friday..

Strangers

2006-09-15T18:27:00.000+01:00

Now we've been back at school for a week and three days, and already it's back to normal, and summer seems so far away.

needless to say, this sucks.

oh well, it could be worse. you know, i could have to start courswork in two subjects, and register to retake about six exams. hang on a second.. that IS pretty much what i have to do.. /sigh..

apart from whatever generally happens usually, nothing major has happened so far.. i injured my foot playing football earlier, and seeing as how it still hurts now, its gonna be a bit of a bitch tomorrow, what with the karate. i really need to get some work done over the weekend, which also sort of sucks, but meh.

not entirely accurate

2006-09-12T20:42:00.000+01:00

well, i might not have long, so this might get cut short. basically, tomorrow being wednesday, we will have been back at school for a week. its been a fairly interesting week, what with one thing or another.

there was Mr Warner the conspiracy theorist, for one thing. then there was the random things, like alex planning.. yet again.. for us to start a webcomic..

there were other things, im sure. but i am out of time (i get less time on the computer now thanks to school.. woo..) so maybe i'llpost tomorrow or something.

'Twas the night before christmas

2006-09-05T22:40:00.000+01:00

or the night before school, whichever works best.

went paintballing yesterday, which was fun. it was sort of a celebration for marc's birthday, so as a result the only people i knew were marc (duh), alex, sammi, sammi's annoying younger brother, and matt. there were quite a few other people, some from marc's work, but most of whom were friends of his sister. anyhow, it was fun, i didn't actually get hit anywhere but the head, (sods law because of the free body armour and the gloves thieved from matt) but oh well. not sure how many I killed, because of poor sight and multiple people shooting at single targets, but oh well. there was one good bit when our team was defending, and four of the blue team lined up and ran towards me.. and the people further forward from me, defending my flank.. they all died, funnily enough. didn't know where they were being shot from, which was everywhere \o/

also, the red team (us) won by quite a significant amount, so go us. it was something like 70 points to 270, or more. i forget, but it was a 200 + difference if i recall correctly.. and we won or drew most of the games, except for the one where the other team had unlimited respawn and we didnt. but when we had unlimited respawn, and THEY didn't, we beat them faster.. so we still win :D

bummed around town with dave and alex today for a bit, but nothing much happened except some light banter. some of which concerned the going back to school.. on which note, i shall depart, because i do have to get *some* sleep, in order to wake up on time.

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2006-09-02T23:25:00.000+01:00

woop. my poor blog must feel all lonely and neglected. especially after it actually got comments for once. i bet were it sapient it would be hurt and confused, so lets hope it's not. or something.

while most of the week or whatever its been since i last posted was devoid of anything interesting, Events did occur. sporadicly.

- The most recent even would be an occurance that occurred earlier this very day. I lost a large amount of hair, both on my head and my face, as i was maliciously attacked by a madowman wielding an electric razor type device. I then had to shave, as having no hair and a beard is a really weird look.

- a CD I ordered on the 7th of august through amazon (not from them, just through them) finally showed up on the 1st of september. i know it was a US import, but god. there was an estimated time of about 11 days max, which was very wrong. I was going to have to ask for my money back in a few days.. but anyway, the CD is pretty good. 'tis American Hi-Fi Hearts on Parade and it am shiny. also, it has an FBI anti-piracy warning on the back, which i found amusing. it says "Unauthorized copying is punishable under federal law." which is unfortunate for them. what with the lack of federal law here and all.

- last saturday, there was a random drinking/gaming/supposedly film watching but not really night. me and matt showed up, the three of us drank what remained of my cider and alex's beer/guiness, killed each other on halo a few times before deciding to take over china. we realized we would have to GO to china to do this, so we decided to just play dynasty warriors for most of the night instead. we hardly drank any of the vodka. this was disappointing, but it does mean i still have vodka around here somewhere.

that seems to be all i have to say, apart from this public service anouncement:

"Gah! We have school on wednesday! Board your windows and bar your doors!"

And it twists like a blade, and kills me for the rest of my life

2006-08-20T00:49:00.000+01:00

I was worried for a second I might have lied, and said in the last post that I'd post if anything happened, and considering that things have happened (as you should expect, I mean it's nearly been two weeks now..) that would make me a horrific liar. luckily, what I said was "let's wait and see if something worth posting about happens" which isn't the same thing at all.

So, now that my conscience is cleared, what manner of things have happened? let's go for the traditional order of things, and go through 'major' events in chronological order..

- so, nothing of note happened till tuesday, when I very nearly got drunk. this was, unfortunately a major event, which as you may discover, does not give the impression that much happened to me over what is nearly now a fortnight. I decided to be nice and tell my sister i didn't *need* to get drunk and she could go out and do what I think was referred to as "ASBO worthy behaviour".

- wednesday rolled around, and i had been invited to the cinema, but failed to ask vicki the very important question of who was actually supposed to be turning up, so I ended up being a third wheel, because NO ONE EXCEPT FOR DAVE AND VICKI was actually going. it could have been worse, I suppose, and I just thought of how, but we won't go into that because it could mean pain for me. for reference, we went to see stormbreaker.. which was.. surreal. yup.

- thursday followed wednesday (as it usually does.. but there was that time in '93..)
and i had organised a small gathering (small for a few reasons, while the house was mostly free, my dad and older sister were both around sometimes, so this was a gathering with parental permission as opposed to a free house thing, but also because you get more interesting coversations when you only have a few people around) and although originally everyone was supposed to have a lift home, the guys all ended up staying over (andy, dave and matt being 'the guys'. vicki was there earlier, but her parents didn't want her staying late or something) anyway, there was not an immense amount of alcohol, but enough to keep us all.. happy.. and no more need be said.

- I was *supposed* to go ice skating on monday (and I suspect this would be third wheeling again...) but I was supposed to get up at about 9:00 AM, and didn't. I actually woke up at about 3 PM, an impressive 6 hours late. go me.

- After that... well.. there was results, but before that bomb drops, I've just recalled an event from the day before (wednesday, by which time my whole family was back.. ish) basically, events transpired so that I was awake at 10:22, after going to sleep at 6 ish (both of these times are AM, people. my poor head) and decided to utilise this time (after slumming around, half dead at home, until about 1 oclock) to go into town, buy a random CD, and just generally wander. I had to drag along the little brother, because I was in charge, but he was content to chatter away at me as long as I nodded randomly, and said things like 'uh huh', not really listening to anything but my CD player. anyway, the POINT was, I detoured to tescos, bought some coke for me and some diet coke for the little one, (he either prefers it or my parents have brainwashed him somehow) and as I was now a little out of my way, decided to wander through the vale park.

there I was, walking along, and just went past one of the benches where there was some guy sitting (there was something odd about him, but I couldn't place it, and just walked past) and just after going a little way further, I heard something like "Rory, is that you?", turn around and blink at the guy, and he asks "do you recognise me?" and it hits me, and it's a guy I haven't seen in years, but who used to be my best friend in days gone by, when I was young and innocent.. before I even met jonny, and kids our age, back then.. they really WERE innocent. anyway, nostalgia aside, i did recognise him, and said "dan? is that you?" or something along those lines, and we got talking about different things. he was on his lunchbreak, so we weren't talking for that long, but mostly we were just talking about how different our lives had become, which was especially weird considering what would be happening the very next day.. which was my AS results.. my old friend Daniel Kelly (I couldn't remember his surname at the time, and didn't ask, but my parents could) had dropped out after GCSE's, and was finishing different course type things. we parted ways with "see you arounds" although considering we hadn't for years, we probably wouldn't again.

- To get back on track, that blast from the past sent me reeling, and then I started to worry about AS results (which i hadn't really, up to that point) and as a result, had yet another bad nights sleep, with, I think, about 3 hours sleep overall. then it was time for the actual results.. and without going into detail, i could have done better (i could have done worse) and i will be attending the grammar again in september. it was only then, with the results in my hand, that the nerves really hit, and my throat went dry, and i only managed to regain control when they were firmly hidden away. i spent the rest of the day floating around, following a slowly dwindling croud, before eventually deciding that, while i WAS too tired to walk home, it was more effort to continue wandering around town with no purpose, so i got home to an empty house and crawled into bed to try and escape the numbing feeling conciousness had become.

since then, I've had sleep, but am still not on a normal human sleeping pattern, but c'est la vie. mostly i've been bored out of my mind (I went for a two hour walk) and desperately wanting a stiff drink. anyone reading this should arrange for me to be given a heavily alcoholic drink, because i would probably sell my soul for an opportunity to no longer be sober.

And that's what hearts are for; you give her one, she breaks more

2006-08-07T18:34:00.000+01:00

I am returnéd from what was referred to by muzz as "the motherland", the place in question being of course ireland, after two weeks of.. not being at home. what occurred was varied throughout the fortnight, as can be seen by the fact that over the two weeks, i slept in about 6 different beds (there was lots of moving around). suffice to say that the trip had unfortunately less alcohol than i would have hoped for (although the more intelligent of you might take from that that i got drunk off my head every night for 14 days, recognising there is quite a large upper limit to my desire for the old alcohols) but there was some. staying with 18 year old cousin for a week has it's benefits.

truth be told i didn't really get drunk, because the time i started spending money on alcohol, i was running out of money to spend on alcohol (sucks to be me) and all i was drinking was mostly cider, which i haven't ever used by itself to get drunk (but i have plans for whenever a bunch of us get together next, which is something i'm plotting for this week while most of my family is still in ireland. the plans go something along the lines of saying "look! 8 cans of cider! anyone want to race me to see who can drink 4 the fastest?" which could be entertaining.

anywho, among the highlights of my holiday were:-

- lots of swimming. lots and lots of it. a week by the beach and then near a swimming pool with fairly active (and rather bored) relatives will do that to you. there was even nearly a point where we went swimming at 1 AM. in the sea. the oh so very cold sea, which causes the numbness. like ice. luckily, the swimming in the dark was abandoned, and we ended up just trying to scare some people in a car who were (in my cousin's words) "canoodling"

- avoiding a fight between two not exactly tall or well built drunks and my cousin, who was surrounded by about fifteen friends. as we walked home it transpired he had someone elses blood on his jeans. fun.

- lots of Halo 2 late into the morning (and generally lots of late nights/early mornings, but that's hardly unusual for me) and i would argue that i probably improved there. i was beating both of my cousins by the end of the week (although not all the time, obviously) but that might have more to do with the tendency to respawn with a sword or a rocket launcher because we had it on random weapons.

- i went fishing. it was dull, as expected, and so the next two times my cousins went out fishing, they went at 5 AM, so i could do something useful in the meantime (like sleep)

- lots of walking. the cousins i was staying with live in the middle of nowhere. having said that, it only took about 15 minutes to walk into the nearest town, and it takes me more than half an hour to walk into aylesbury, and i do that all the time so it was hardly a big deal. walking out further into the rural-ness to the free house of my cousin's friend was a bit of a trek though..

this would not be an exhaustive list, and there was much fun to be had, but a lot of it focuses more on details than whatever, so i can't be bothered about it (and/or can't remember it) but it was striking that most of the people in kilkelly made me feel like we're all posh, prudish and well behaved little schoolboys in comparison, who go to church and are all pious and crap. scary.

anyway, i've probably said as much as i'm going to say, so let's wait and see if something worth posting about happens. cheerio.

A B C 1 2 3 X Y Z

2006-07-23T22:50:00.000+01:00

Harumph.

In other news: it's summer. i'm going away to ireland for two weeks tomorrow.

aaaand i'm being kicked off the computer, so buh bye for now. i wouldn't expect anything substantial in the next two weeks, but you never know.

*does ninja vanishing act*

4 AM forever

2006-07-16T16:40:00.000+01:00

So.. yeah..

went round tom's yesterday, and the overnight alcohol fueled celebration of his birthday was pretty good, even if it was just me, matt, dave and (obviously) tom. vicki was there early on, but left before anything interesting happened, as at the point we'd merely started drinking, and mostly were just watching advent children (which was pretty good.. many swords and stuffs)

apart from general conversation, and matt booting up the PS2.. to play it.. by himself.. not much happened.. ok, there was the vodka and chocolate (which didn't work as well as it could have, and just gave the vodka a very very slight chocolate hint)

and the umbrella. which was a continuing theme throughout the night. it was RED, for the love of all that is uber. red = awesome. red secret stabbing implement? that's like the BEST THING EVER.

ok, so there are better things. quite a lot of better things. that doesn't detract from the awesomeness of the umbrella.

the fact that from that point on I repeatedly waved around a little red cocktail umbrella shouting "UMBRELLA" was a clear indicator to me that I was a little bit drunk.

or something.

from this point on, my version of events is a bit hazy, but roughly around 5 AM, give or take a half hour, we went Outside. capital O and all. walking along the road (read as: swaying along the road) at stupid o'clock in the morning was incredibly amusing. we were headed for the park (and we got there, woo for drunken navigation), where many drunken shenanigans were had, which tom has photographic/video evidence of.

needless to say, there was a terrible hangover this morning.. or this evening.. whichever way you want to look at it.

the important thing is that fun was had by all, and.. yeah. alcohol

But break, my heart, for I must hold my tongue

2006-07-05T20:58:00.000+01:00

To be or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?

meh. I feel meh, things in general are just meh. also: meh.

somebody needs to shoot me.

and by "shoot me" I mean, of course, "Provide me with a large amount of vodka shots"

that works for me, anyway.

and on top of anything else, we've got stormy, but hot, weather. I rather like a bit of rain.. and thunder, and lightning.. but it's never a good sign. and hot AND wet weather is just.. meh

one of the things i didnt mention last time was the large amount of music aquired over a short time.. my dad bought the new lostprophets album (for him, which I stole) and the new keane album (for me, which I didnt need to steal) and then I bought the new head automatica album, and because I had money to burn, the we are scientists album, all of which are good, in different ways. some songs are good, some meh-ish, some i can't remember because they're sort of background/samey. overall, its quite a bit of decent music.

and since i feel like meh, i'm going to stop blogging now. cheerio

Apologies, Glances and Messed Up Chances

2006-06-30T12:56:00.000+01:00

Oh noes, it's been quite a while since my last post, and more unusually, not out of having nothing to say, and indeed not even just out of laziness. I wanted to blog, and had stuff to talk about, but alas, time conspired against me and there was never a point when I was both at the computer and with a significant amount of time to waste.

Well anyway. school has returned, but it is fortunately not personal this time. what with the whole not-really-being-on-ness of comms, and the history being off every other week, it has largely been good, and by good i mean largely devoid of activities more taxing than drinking coke. speaking of which:

Yes, this is a picture of my room. no, it is not just some random picture of the internet. i would also like to point out that all those ans were accumulated over the course of about a year.. not something like a week..

in other news, for the most part, the only lessons i'm doing any real work (and even here, we are using the word work in the loosest possible sense) are computing and english. Seeing as how english is mostly just reading (Hamlet in one class, Waiting for Godot in the other), i should further point out that computing is the only lesson i currently have that is providing any form of taxing work. and it's html, so it's not really hard, just a tad time consuming.

i'm rather ashamed to admit that I read through the whole of hamlet already, and rather enjoyed it. yes i know, shakespeare, blah blah. on the one hand it makes me feel a bit bleh, but on the other, it's sort of good that i can enjoy one of the world's most famous literary works.

waiting for godot is just weird. we have only just started it, and do not have our copies yet (as our teacher pointed out, twice, ironically, we are waiting for "waiting for godot" as the opies of the play have not yet been delivered)

anyway, other than all the school shenanigans, the japanese exam (or bits of it) were screwed up by all/most of us, so woo for that. revision may have helped.

in other news, the school took us to a HE convention in the university of hertfordshire yesterday, which got me thinking about courses and universities and so forth, which i should have thought about already.. but couldn't be bothered. this is changing however, as i did go to two of the talks (all we had time for) one on english, and another on computing, and i'm generally leaning more towards an english course. I also picked up about 9 prospectuses, mostly at random (but focusing on more well known or heard of universities.. i did not, for example, pick up a prospectus from the university of glamorgan) and have since discarded about three, which were out my range (on both ends of the scale)

going to have to look into more though, as there are some supposedly decent universities i didn't pick up a prospectus from, among other things.

today.. i only had one lesson, so i wasnt in school for long.. and as a result little happened. but i've probably written a sufficient amount already (even if i have left anything off) so.. buh bye

Canadia!

2006-06-19T21:33:00.000+01:00

bleh, back to school tomorrow. on the one hand, something to do, on the other hand, that something is work.

its been pretty boring since the last post (what else is new, eh?) but i did go to see X Men 3, which was all right, but made me feel _very_ nerdy, what with the talking to matt about how canonical it was and so forth.

so apart from that, it's been a never-ending circle of activity, unfortunately COMPLETELY devoid of alcohol, it's just been:

Sleep -> FFXI -> late night MTV -> Sleep

pretty much constantly. as a result, i've been very bored. we do appear to have new neighbours, but i havent met any of them, and they may or may not be interesting. we'll have to wait and see..

in the meantime, someone should get me drunk. very, very drunk.

The Things and the Stuff

2006-06-09T20:17:00.000+01:00

I've now finished my exams for this year, and unfortunately have felt no sense of liberation, or happiness, or anything along those lines. it's ambivalence and apathy all the way, i'm afraid.

if there was a book entitled "Ambivalence and Apathy" I would so read it.

anyway, I finished my exams. I should probably talk about the ones I had since my last post (which would be the comms, history, and the rest of the computing exams) but there isnt too much to say, apart from that they were exams, and all went reasonably alright.

ok, so my hand hurt like it was bleeding after the history exam, because it was about an hour after the comms one, so I got to write many many fun fun funity fun fun essays.

so that was those exams. Then on friday i wandered into the school area around the time the physics exams finished, because a bunch of people were hanging out in the vale park. I say a bunch, normally that would mean abouut five, but at the peak times there were 20 odd people around, and it was generally good fun, with (eventually) frisbees, and many blunt weapons (simons crutches, and a cricket bat.. i don't think anyone was seriously injured, amazingly) and lots of junk, and lots of coke.

did i mention the lots of coke? well the lots of coke meant i was kept happy, and when some people had wandered off to buy frisbees (and for some reason, apparantly, hammocks) one of the coke cans was thrown around, and kicked about, before finally being jumped upon by yours truly and exploding. so that was fun.

Mmm.. Metronome

2006-06-05T21:22:00.000+01:00

My sleeping has been screwed up the past few days (more so than usual) To such an extent that, at 7 AM sunday morning (having not slept since late saturday) I felt energetic enough to go for a walk. for three hours. around aylesbury.

it was largely uneventful, as most of the sane people are asleep, and as we all know, the insane people are a minority.

no, really.

so after that random occurance of.. walking.. (I'm only marginally sure it actually happened, it's entirely possible I hallucinated the whole experience) I strolled in the back gate, and after a brief conversation with a slightly bemused father who was standing in the garden, it transpired that my absence at such an obscene hour had been noted, but not deemed important. He seemed to think I'd been gallavanting about, and not merely on an innocent insomnia fueled walk.

And then today, for some bizarre reason, I woke up at roughly half four. in the morning. Now, based on my past week, one might find this surprising, since i don't think i'd gone to sleep before half four in the morning at any time over half term. but i was asleep sunday night, and as a result, awake at an ungodly hour of the morning, bright eyed and bushy tailed (minus the tail. and the eyes.) ready to tackle the 'mandatory' computing revision session. which was due to go on for four hours.

worryingly, what eventually turned out to only be a three hour session, was far more enjoyable than it should have been, and extremely more entertaining than the History revision session, which was half the length, and had free food. it wasn't so much the revision that was entertaining, as the serious note taking(read:doodling), and the fact that dave was complaining next to me about sitting through the same revision session twice.

on an unrelated note, you can listen to all of Head Automatica's new album (out tomorrow) on their Myspace page.
there are some good songs on it, but I don't know if i'll bother buying it. none of the songs live up to "the razor" or "beating heart baby" from their first album, but nevertheless it is worth a listen. or twelve

Mmm.. Melancholy..

2006-05-31T00:49:00.000+01:00

yay, nocturnal. so MUCH has been happening

but really. it's been sleep, eat, sleep, etc.

well, i say it's been sleep. that's only during the daytime. so it is for this reason that i tend to be still awake at around 4 AM, flicking through the various music channels, and doodling, or whatever. i say various music channels, but past half one, most of them become cashcall or whatever it's called, so i am left with MTV2, VH2, and Scuzz. which isn't too bad, but it does mean there are points where i have to listen to bad music, or semi-alright music which i never wanted to listen to and because i am forced to do so, now hate. Angels and Airwaves is not good. neither is the new muse song. and lets not even talk about that placebo song. and stuff like this is on ALL THREE of these channels. usually just after one song ends, it's played on one of the other channels, on a constant loop, tormenting me.

however, i do get to come across some good music. there was 'Monster' from the automatic, which is also played on pretty much all the channels, but there are some rare ones that you only see once or twice, such as "I ain't losing any sleep" by the sunshine underground, "girlshapedlovedrug" by gomez, and "made up love song #43" by the guillemots. not to mention the new one by taking back sunday and the tune by forgive durden. so it's not all bad.

luckily i am doing something tomorrow. well, hanging out with people. we probably won't end up doing much. unfortunately, this does mean i have to wake up. and we're not talking 3 PM here. sucks to be me.

You are red, violent red

2006-05-27T23:07:00.000+01:00

Ugh. Parents. They can be so inconsiderate at times.

I mean, waking me up! That’s just entirely unnecessary! Even at half four!

And then telling me to get dressed! It’s just terrible. Crazy people.

I realise I am being slightly unreasonable here, but I ALSO realise that there is no real reason for my dad to shout me out of bed (however late) and tell me to get dressed. Neither of us will gain anything from me being awake, mumbling, and taking over the TV because the computer is in use. And not just us two, but no one else is going to gain any more benefit from it than they would by me staying in bed. I’d get up eventually.

Probably anyway.

it'd help if I had any reason to get up, but as I don't, I’ll stay in bed as long as a I damn well please.

Anyhow, I had my English Lit exam yesterday. It went ok (well, I think it did anyway) and even the Browning essay wasn't too bad, but I think I might've ranted a little in the Heart of Darkness one about the evils of colonialism. curse my liberal tendencies! since I based that whole essay around the idea of colonialism (and Toby was aparantly talking about Conrad being a racist) I don't think that's too bad.

Even the Shakespeare one went ok. and it was SHAKESPEARE. So i think i win that one.

damn pathetic fallacy...

2006-05-25T22:08:00.000+01:00

Is the weather affecting my mood, or is my mood affecting the weather?

anyway, I've mostly been bored since sunday. my parents came back from ireland, but mostly i've been lazing around, with nothing to do, and without enough energy to organise doing anything: so when simon asked if i wanted to go round his for an evening of gaming i said.. yes.. well, yeah. so me, ellis, and andy hurlbatt went to simons, and there was lots of halo. it was quite fun too, because after all it was simon, so the conversations tended to be interesting. the halo was fun too, even though i am significantly worse at it than simon, ellis and andy (i'd get about 30.. simon would get about 150, and andy and ellis would get about 100 each..) but it was still fun, and since it was teams with me and simon versus ellis and andy, the team scores tended to be only about 30 or 40 apart, mainly because of simon. had he a competent team-mate, he could've probably won every game. didn't really help that andy and ellis COULD work as a team, and me and simon only tried to do so occasionally. (we had a suicide race at one point. don't ask)

Me (to ellis) "You suck"
Ellis "balls... wait.. "

heh. also, at about half four, simon sent a text round, quite possibly to everyone in his address book, including me, ellis and andy:

"Haha! Andy got a splinter! Also Ellis SERIOUSLY stinks. Rory claims that he's not gay. Tata for now!"

then, some sleeping occurred, and people woke up eventually. there was more halo, and people singing "Get a grip on yourself" in an extremely dodgy but amusing manner.. which reminds me, that's a good song, so listen to it.. it has an amusement value similar to 'king for a day'.. (hmm.. i should listen to that again..)

anyway, yeah. things. then it was a sunny day today, and I was in a good mood again. and APARANTLY, It's going to rain tomorrow, and I have an exam. the weather is so my bitch.

anyway (again) I took advantage of the temporarily good weather, and went for a walk. I also mowed the lawn, but that wasn't exactly something i chose to do.

I AM BECOME DEATH

I So Hate Consequences

2006-05-21T00:35:00.000+01:00

So, I haven't posted in a week. But things have happened. What sort of things?

well, there was that one exam. and those two hangovers, one before said exam, one after said exam. I would just like to point out that hangovers do not just happen of their own accord, which might go towards explaining other things that happened throughout the week, which I'm not going to talk about, because I'm just not.

Not gonna talk about the exam either. Or the hangovers, which, understandably, weren't incredibly pleasant.

I do realise what a cliché it is, but I'm going to say it anyway.

I may never drink again.

Okay, so anyone reading this will know, as do I, that what I just said is going to wind up becoming a lie. Perhaps I will manage to drink less though, considering that everytime alcohol has been available, I've been getting drunker and drunker, and the hangovers have been worse and worse. not to mention the permanent regrets, and similar. the last two times (yes, during this week) I threw up, copiously the first time, and worryingly, I can't remember the actual act the more recent time, and am only assuming I did based on the observations of others, and the memory that I felt like I WOULD throw up.. Not the actual memory of throwing up

Only time will tell what happens. unless, of course, it's horrific, and as a result I keep it bottled up and never ever tell anyone about it. ever.

If I didn't care so much, I'd call it apathy

2006-05-14T18:00:00.000+01:00

I feel weird.

well, weirder than usual.

the prospect of exams is not helping this.

Land of the.. headache?

2006-05-07T17:54:00.000+01:00

Meh. I'm bored, and at an odd computer, with the weirdest set up.. the keyboard and mouse are wireless, which isnt a problem, but the screen is, for some reason, over a bed. and attached to the wall, with the chair NEXT to the bed, but said chair being too far away for me to see without my glasses, which are conveniently in another country.

so i'm sitting on the bed, looking at the screen sideways, with the keyboard on my lap. comfortable. it works. just about. i can't get any work done though, because its not MY computer.. and i so need to get work done..

I also miss a bunch of other stuff about home, and i've only been away for two days now. i miss proper tea.. everyone in ireland drinks weird tea brands. and it doesn't help that the water's completely different anyway (so even with the same brand of tea.. i'd be screwed) and.. just.. meh. i've been drinking some, but obviously because it's with relatives around, not too much.

mostly, i've just been bored. most of my cousins are too young to be of any interest, andthe ones that ARE old enough to warrant talking to are older than me. by a year (well, at least a year. more in most cases). this wouldn't be a problem if i wasn't 17, but as it is, everyone else is able to by alcohol, and my age just becomes a pain in the ass (as oposed to normally.. when it's not, of course..)

well, maybe i'll find something to do later. and maybe, just maybe, Dr Bond will turn into a large rubber chicken.

it could happen.

Lick the hand that feeds you and kiss the blade that cuts

2006-05-04T22:13:00.000+01:00

Today didn't look terribly promising.. and it wasn't, overly. ok, so computing was cancelled (erm. well. cancelled enough) but it was spent, as i said to someone earlier, doing what i do best. which is nothing. or more specifically, procrastinating, but it amounts to the same thing.

History was a megauberfuntacular essay. wait no, thats not the right word. the right word would be 'boring'. yes, history was a boring essay. that sounds more accurate.

break occurred. nothing occurred at break, however, which was extremely boring, and was followed by a relatively effortless english lesson. i didn't get in trouble for not having the essay. well, i say trouble.. i never get in real trouble anyway, i just get told off. but even that didn't happen, so i figure i win.

and then there was another boring thing, in the form of our second and final young enterprise exam. i hope i won't get penalized for.. "embellishing the truth" or i'm screwed. which, if you listen to alex, (which you shouldn't) means i'd be having a screw thrown at me.

finally got a bit of work done on my computing. seeing as i'm ireland bound tomorrow, till monday, it's entirely possible i'm, yet again, screwed. feh. Que sera, sera..

Alas the weapon sex can be

2006-05-03T22:47:00.000+01:00

I need a week of sleep. unfortunately, i have too much work to do. theoretically, because we go on study leave in just over a week.. we should be winding up, and the only work we should have should be revision. alas, for some reason, the powers that be have decided that this should not be so. which sucks so much ass it's not even funny.

apart from general bleh it was a usual wednesday. i got told off in history, and there was an essay in comms, and break was.. well, break. unfortunately it transpired that i was not, in fact, supposed to have period 5 free, and so at the end of the period went for a very brief interview with mrs appleby, before computing was pretty much wasted with Dr bond telling us something i didn't pay any attention to.

and then lunch happened, and i bought the head automatica album, decadence. it is pretty damn good, and thats probably the highest form of compliment i can give. so woo.
'games' went pretty slowly, and wasn't spent doing games, because that sort of thing is far too much like moving around, which we should already have established, isn't the sort of thing i do. ever.

well, okay, maybe once. but i vowed never again! or something similar..

japanese was a little slow as well, with some practice reading/writing exam things, and.. yeah. i might as well link to this. you don't need to play FFXI to get it.. some of the stuff is pure genius. and.. well.. feeding people to dragons! what more do you need, eh?

Incomprehensible Revelations

2006-05-02T21:26:00.000+01:00

Back to the grindstone today. well, for most people. i'm only SUPPOSED to be back at the grindstone. i'm sort of ignoring it. i find myself wondering, and not for the first time (i can probably mention about five more times. and thats only last week) why the hell i stayed awake for a large portion of the night/morning instead of sleeping. not only that, but why i did this to read a book.

a book i started when i went to bed. maybe i'm subliminally a masochist. or, i just hate my future self/selves. well, i already knew that. livers don't try and poison themselves, you know.

in other news, today seemed to be Exceptionally Disturbing Conversation day. now on your average day, there would usually be one or two disturbing conversations (if you count the whole of lunchtime as only one conversation, anyway) and i would find myself wishing i was somewhere else. or someone else. or both, and drunk along with it.

anyway, because i was bored in comms (and because one of said disturbing conversations had just taken place) i wrote down the general subjects of the ones i could remember. and who we'll call the antagonists of such conversations. who, in many cases, should be shot. it's only humane. for eveyone else, anyway.

the first came along period 3, when very few people around, compared to normally anyway. Theo started talking to me and dave about hundreds and thousands. and.. cunnilingus. and a combination of the two. no enough said, but in fact, far too much.

later the same period, but after more people showed up, the topic turned to cinemas. i'm not going to say anymore, even though it SOUNDS innocent enough. this has been a recurring theme lately. it appears from my point of view to mainly be alex's fault. as per usual.

there were probably more conversations of this nature at lunch, but my brain tends to shut off around donna and alan. for it's own safety. as long as i have coke at the time, i tend to be perfectly happy with this arrangement, so it doesn't overly matter.

and then comms, near the end, provided a trainwreck of a conversation involving gillis and tang. I have written on my pad here "Mr Men + Utilitarianism + Gang Rape + Necrophilia" i'm just not going to say anymore.

M'Aidez

2006-05-01T13:22:00.000+01:00

Bank holiday weekend, huh. probably should have got some work done (I should probably stop saying that, because otherwise i could just say it all the time) anyway, considering i haven't done any work, it could probably be considered odd that i didn't really do anything else either. but whatever.

i think i had a point to this post, but i've largely forgotten it. soo... yeah.

~ one two, fuck you! don't tell me what to do! ~

ah. such poetry :p

Don't vote for stupid

2006-04-26T21:56:00.000+01:00

it's probably time for one of those post things. in said post type thing, such things could be discussed as:

- History essays, the lack doing thereof
- YE Presentations, what went wrong. what went right is a shorter story so it might as well be ignored
- Computing coursework (see history essays)
- Secret prefects
- Stupid inspector people
- Urgh
- Depression
- Alcohol, lack thereof. again.

there's probably other stuff too, like tiredness, but whatever. no one needs to know about them! don't ask and i won't tell! ask and i might run away! unless bribed of course. then i'll take the bribe and then run.

how much trouble do you reckon i'd get in if i drank a large amount of water out of a vodka bottle in the sixth form common room? when CJ etc are watching?

Eurgh

2006-04-21T23:23:00.000+01:00

So now school has been happening for a few days. stupid school. what with the lessons and so forth. its especially pointless now, because most of what we're doing is exam technique or whatever, and we've finished all the actual learning. Exam practice is not fun. it is also possibly not useful, but i'm not going to say it's completely pointless. i'm not going to SAY it.. i'll just keep thinking it.

maybe next week will be better. okay, so it'll be longer, but i might sleep properly. and.. um.. yeah. maybe my tounge will stop feeling like eurgh. and my head will stop feeling like its been padded with fluff and then beaten into submission with a mallet.

You're Alice's Adventures in Wonderland!

by Lewis Carroll

After stumbling down the wrong turn in life, you've had your mind
opened to a number of strange and curious things. As life grows curiouser and curiouser,
you have to ask yourself what's real and what's the picture of illusion. Little is coming
to your aid in discerning fantasy from fact, but the line between them is so blurry that
it's starting not to matter. Be careful around rabbit holes and those who smile to much,
and just avoid hat shops altogether.

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

The truth is you should have stayed in bed

2006-04-19T19:21:00.000+01:00

I think I should get a gigantic sign for my room, to put on the wall next to my bed, or even above the bed, on the ceiling. what would this sign say, someone of an enquiring disposition might want to know? I think something along the lines of "get some sleep. any sleep at all. even a small amount is better than none, you COMPLETE FUCKING MORON. AT NO POINT WILL STAYING AWAKE ALL NIGHT BENEFIT YOUR MENTAL HEALTH"

ok, so to fit all of that on it'd have to be a reasonably sized sign anyway. but the point is, i can't beleive i would be so stupid. again.

on a slightly less light note, school restarted today. amazing how after only one day, my spirit and mind appear to have already attained a state of broken-ness. It's entirely possible that I may never get over it, shock therapy or no.

might help if i'd done some work over the holidays. or all of the work. then i wouldn't have been staying up all night to not do the work. yeah, don't ask.

Even now, after something like only two hours of sleep, my eyes are already feeling like they no longer want to bleed. eyes cannot physically BLEED. THEY SHOULD NOT FEEL LIKE THIS IS WHAT THEY SHOULD BE DOING.

as a result, i was rather irritable today. that, and opposed to any form of anything. ever. this resulted in me NOT going home early, for some absurd reason, despite the possibility of doing so at the start of lunch.

and no one will play liero. STILL. "Jimmy", the green, evil ninja computer, is not a worthy opponent, despite having perfect accuracy. And weapon bans don't seem to affect CPUs for some retarded reason. And there's no satisfaction in killing a computer, anyway.

I need a holiday. well, that, or copious amounts of alcohol. again.

Beating heart baby

2006-04-16T00:35:00.000+01:00

through the 'magic' of last.fm radio, i have heard some new music. the two i've listened to most, Head Automatica a sort of disco-y rock/power pop thing. give it a listen. no, it's not optional.

there was one other, which is also apparantly powerpop, but whatever. its not compulsory, but it is mandatory. go figure.

huh, nearly forgot to post the link. they're called hellogoodbye

i've hitten a new low. i did something i swore id never do unless there was some major life tragedy. what, you might ask, is it that i have done? that's for me to know. well me, and whoever i feel like telling. which probably isnt you. you'll get over it.

inexcusable

Bouncing off the walls

2006-04-12T12:57:00.000+01:00

Soo.. it's that time of year again. time for a post. (ok, so that happens quite a few times a year. hush) I'm not feeling too great at this precise moment in time, probably because of alcohol, but also because I haven't slept properly. the fact that I rarely, if ever, sleep properly, is completely irrelevant.

So what else is new? I had to sort of break in to my aunt's house the other day, because said aunt was in spain, and after feeding the cat my mum decided it would be a good idea to leave her handbag and the keys to the house inside, locking herself out. this bringsmy number of houses broken into up to two. (the other one being our own house)

apart from that, not much else to tell really. i should have more to say later on in the week though, what with things and stuff. buh bye, im going to crawl back into bed in the hope of achieving some sleep.. any sleep at all..

Boy you know it feels good with fire back on your tounge

2006-04-08T01:46:00.000+01:00

\o/ for more vokda. among other things.

speaking of alcohol, simon got back from germany and we were talking on MSN about how we wanted some Bacardi 151 and to try several 'Flaming DR Peppers', and other alcohol related topics (look them up on wikipedia, im too lazy to link atm)

well, what else.. i bought another CD, the first fall out boy one. i think it used to be an EP or something. it was a bit dissapointing really, although most currently amazing bands first efforts at the whole making music thing seem sucky in comparison to their mondern day counterparts. i should probably stop expecting so much from bands earlier work.

on a side note, apart from sporadic sessions of alcohol consumption, i am on the whole, rather bored. someone, not me, because i'm lazy, but someone, should organise something. even if alcohol ISN'T involved. although i should hasten to add, that alcohol being involved would be extremely preferrable. i can even point out that i would be able to aquire an amount, if limited, of vodka, even at short notice, so get with the organising.

having said that, i did get a text on wednesday or something from alex, asking if i wanted to come into town. but i don't know what TIME on wednesday this text was received, as i didnt notice it until thursday. also, i was probably asleep when the text actually came through, and probably also asleep during the hours after, but i might have woken up three hours after it. possibly.

anyway, thats all i can think of right now. tune in next time for another exciting installment of.. boredom?

Capital H

2006-04-03T20:26:00.000+01:00

hurrah for ambivalence! so with the 'holidays' as it were in full swing, i have fallen back into old habits. you know the ones, like.. not waking up till stupid o'clock in the evening, not getting dressed till.. um.. at all..

but it's, you know, monday now. so maybe i should be talking about the events that transpired since saturday. well, from sunday till now anyway. i fell out of bed around.. lets SAY three o'clock, tired as hell, and only actually getting up because i was being rung by my sis from her work. and why was she ruining my blissful comatose state? so that i would later in the evening go from tired collapsed to drunk collapsed.

so i went to meet michelle at work, and after sitting around for.. a short amount of time.. we headed home via the off licence, and vodka was purchased. (some coke too, but that would have less of an effect on the whole.. things)

well, things went on from there. i didn't start drinking when we got home obviously.. for one thing, it was around four or whatever, and for another i'd only woken up an hour earlier.

but then, later, vodka WAS consumed. not entirely sure how much more than a bottle i drank.. but i did drink pretty much all of the 35cl bottle my sister bought earlier that day, and then a liiiiittle more.. one or two.. or three shots worth.. probably..

i remember hiccups. and although i don't think i really had a hangover this morning, i have felt ill all day. so woo.

Beautiful rival

2006-04-01T22:20:00.000+01:00

So, how are things with you? Ellis broke my foot earlier at karate. by way of me kicking him. my foot probably isn't actually broken, but it does still hurt to stand on it. besides that, not much else has happened. 'tis the easter holidays now though, so it's all good. except for the bad stuff.

you may notice, if you look to the left, that i have added a last.fm recent tracks chart-thing. the only reason i stopped using audioscrobbler way back when that happened, was because it meant listening to music on the PC, and as i have mentioned, my old PC had sucky sound quality due to broken speakers or something. with the new PC, i've reset my stats and reactivated the plugin things. so you can now see the last ten tracks i've listened to. joy for you.

being bored, i started looking at the origins of names on wikipedia. mine was relatively boring, there was no etymology on the Rory(name) page. however, the next one i checked was 'matthew' and expecting something boringly biblical, i was not proved wrong, and much to my dismay it said 'Matthew means "gift of the LORD; gift of the god Yahu".'

however, further down the page.. i found a little gem i just had to share with our own "gift of the lord" here's a quote..

"A recent study by the University of California showed that males named Matt tend to have a smaller than average penis. The inadequacies this creates is often credited as being the cause for the abnormally high homosexuality amongst Matts."

rofl is all i have to say on that matter. rofl indeed. matt now hates the university of california. wonder why.

all of the names alex, jonny, tom and david didn't have very interesting origins. but i had to laugh at the irony of the meaning of the name richard. it's supposed to mean 'strong, brave leader' or similar. compare this with gillis. heh heh

Hold your head high, heavy heart

2006-03-30T22:06:00.000+01:00

thursday progressed as normal, with computing homework done (shock) in extended registration, and also a vote held for the next head of house boy.. thing.. in which we basically got told that our vote would only matter if we voted the right way. woo, another victory for democracy!

computing was more theory, and in history, we played 'castles'. if you don't know.. don't ask. our team won, actually, although the only prize was glory. pfft. sucky prize.

break was followed by english, which was in turn followed by the f:netix meeting. it went so well that we organised another one for tomorrow lunchtime ¬_¬

very little happened 7 and 8. me and matt wandered around for a bit.

Frail, yet so full of fire

2006-03-29T23:09:00.000+01:00

Two english coursework essays down.. none to go. okay, so since i never handed them in BEFORE the deadline, i won't get feedback on them. but all that means is i don't know my sucky grade in advance, i guess, since i never change work i've finished. if it was going to get a D, i'd PROBABLY change it, although changing it would likely involve starting from scratch, so imight end up just handing in D standard work.

in other news, reports were given today, although we'd seen them before. mine was alright, grades ranging from A to C, although no subject with one consistent grade, all of them B,A,B or C,C,B or something like that, and there were no amazingly henious remarks from teachers, like "Rory hasn't been in my last six lessons. Why is that?" or "My money all went missing, and Rory was the only one in the same room as my wallet, therefore, he must DIE" or something along those lines. and it wasn't a standard report, but an end of year-y one, so it wasn't even POSSIBLE to get any of those little x's I love so much which mean I've been being me and not doing any homework <3

so, what else? alex skived off of japanese 'cos he's ghey. vicky made dave extremely worried by having an uber-sulk, but she seemed okay in japanese. she claims that the chocolate made it aaaaaaaaall better. also, matt had about 50 coke cans. now, i can understand how it's cheaper if you buy 12 cans of coke for about three quid than buying about three for around £1.50. however, if you then give about eight of those coke cans away for free, you are in fact, not saving any money.

unless it's just me.

Illicit Feedback

2006-03-28T17:39:00.000+01:00

guess who's feeling stupid? no, apart from you. yes, me. why, one might ask, am i feeling stupid? English. now that could technically be seen as enough reason, all by itself, but no, i'm not confounded by the big words, but no, what's got me is what gets me every time, and has for the past ALL OF MY LIFE.

still confused? don't know me all that well then, do you, because if you did you'd know i was talking about homework. or more specifically at the moment, coursework. we can only hope i'm not stupid enough to miss the deadline on thursday.

anyway, other things happened, i guess. like the whole fact of me not being properly alive today, due to about two days of not sleeping properly (read as: getting one hour of sleep per night) again, a smart move.

it can be extremely worrying when someone you don't really know hears your name for the first time or whatever and says something along the lines of "oh.. so YOU'RE Rory.." or similar. this is not helped by paranoia induced by insmonia, and all sorts of crazy conspiracy theories start rushing through your mind. incidentally, everyone is ACTUALLY trying to kill me, so it doesn't count as paranoia.

Withdrawal symptoms

2006-03-24T22:20:00.000+01:00

Hurrah, and other proclamations of victory, etc. why? because since monday, i have not had a working computer! that in itself is not cause for celebration, of course. but the fact that i'm typing this now should infer that i have now in fact got access to a computer. and how! if i hadn't had to go without internet for a week, i'd have called it a blessing in disguise. now it's just compensations. what am i talking about? well, our old computer didn't get fixed. we got a new one. which is better. so woot. also, the old one isn't just being thrown away, a lost cause, no, it's being sent away to people who know about these things, and being threatened with hammers or some such similar thing until it behaves. which means we will have two computers. and by we, i mean my family, and by two i mean the family will have one and i'll have one locked up in my room if i have any say in the matter. which will mean i can essentially do what i want.. mwahaha!

evil plans of world domination aside, i can't have blogged for like.. a week. i dunno if anything amazingly worth mentioning happened.. the usual me slacking off, when i should be working, i suppose. i did a young enterprise exam on tuesday, which was ok, and other things happened. i have two english essays to write before monday, or i shall suffer death IN THE FACE because it's sort of coursework. and you know, the whole holiday in a week thing. with the deadline being.. then.. yeah..

i'm probably in trouble anyway. but that's nothing new.

i'm currently performing the arduous task of downloading the FFXI updates (I've had to install it 'cos of the new computer-age..) so, yeah.

can't remember anything else as majorly standing out this week, so woo. computerage.

Q for Vendetta

2006-03-19T02:04:00.000+01:00

so yeah. how about that recent current event of some sort? pretty wild, huh?

i am so with it.

anyway, what happened on that craziest of days, friday? i don't know, lets ask me. what happened? the usual lessons and stuff i suppose. there was an essay in comms, which we'll get back next friday, and in english we read TWO whole pages of heart of darkness. we're not just slow readers, we had about an hour of discussion and ten minutes of reading. fun. we have like 6 pages to go, so thats what, two weeks worth of lessons? i also have to get a draft of my english done for monday, oh joy of joys.

a bunch of us got dragged into watching the rehearsal of sammi/becky/some other girl (also called becky)'s comms presentations. i found this incredibly odd, what with me not wanting ANYONE in my presentation, but whatever. the free periods seven and eight went remarkably slow, with seven mainly boring and then more people around eight, so it was slightly more interesting. tom and gillis were playing liero on my mod, which meant they were showing it off to everyone. i should probably remember to prod a bunch of people next time there are some lieroable people online.

it was also saint patricks day (hmm. i forgot about that, lol) which meant people reminding me i'm irish a number of times. i got pinched for not wearing green, but i pinched back 'cos i was. so yeah. that meant there was a big family outing to EAMAYL with us all decked out in green, and food. also, alcohol, but limited amounts. i've decided that on less reserved occaisions, i'm not going to waste time by mixing vodka . unless shitloads of non-alcohol is used, it just spoils the taste of whatever it is (as opposed to improving the vodka) and seeing as 'it' is usually coke.. neat vodka it is. and then coke, to take the taste AWAY.

then today was the trade fair. didn't really wanna get out of bed when i did, but i would've had to for karate anyway, so i dragged myself out. the day was largely boring, but there were interesting bits. i now have an evil balloon bunny minion. his name is bob. he is red, cos we didn't have any black balloons. F:Netix won best customer service (!!!) and we came either second or third in best stall, and either second or third overall too. the oddest people talk to you at these trade fairs. and about crazy things, too.

hamilton showed up at the end with his beth, and announced they were going to see V for Vendetta and did anyone want to come, so me, ellis and tom said 'yes'. rob also said yes, but apparantly couldnt make it. it was quite cool, but V was no Batman. also, it got extremely, retardedly mushy near the end, which sort of detracted from the rest of the stuff. might have to read the original. it was weird watching the houses of parliament blow up, though.

hmm.. well i don't know how to end this other than LOOK A BEAR

The truth is you should have stayed in bed

2006-03-16T22:25:00.000+01:00

so i woke up today, feeling ill, and tired, but looking forward to one less lesson due to an absent teacher. got to school, did the.. at school.. things, and went to computing. where the door was locked. we hung around for a while before it transpired that dr bond was not in the building. or even anywhere in the school. so, not only was history cancelled, as expected, but computing seemed to be too. so i had four free periods. mainly spent wasted around the common room, annoying everyone with only the prospect of one lesson. i technically did some work period 3, cos i read through an essay about racism in heart of darkness. i'm supposed to annotate it though. i should probably do that.

anyway, break was short, i 'complained' about having to go to a lesson. and then, i went to english. and found out that due to 'interviews' or some such nonsense, it was also cancelled. i think i may have started giggling feverishly at this point, because i was very tired and i'd appeared to come into school for pretty much no reason at all. when i could have been at home. in bed. asleep.. ;_;

i invaded the other computing class, who, despite the lack of teacher, were all sort of working on coursework. i 'attacked' dave, and proclaimed my last potential lesson of the day had been cancelled. for some reason, he took offense to this and proceeded to try and kill me. again. i spent most of that double bored, because everyone was doing WORK in their computing class. but whatever.

i probably should've gone to the compulsory YE meeting at lunch, but my head hurt. at this point (or, indeed, the start of period 5) i should have gone home, but the prospect of that walk was just.. blech. so lunch happened, and neil was ranting about last week, with the caffeine tablets and whatever. i think he told about 50 people. he also proceeded to give people superhero names. i got 'the caffeine kid'. other names were 'woman man' and 'mr amazing' (which surprisingly was neil himself). so i floated around period 7 + 8, prodding matt, and eventually the day ended. i got home, and crawled into bed, only to be rudely dragged out of said warm, comfortable, relaxing.. bed. should go back, but then again, i'm lazy. damn stairs, making a mockery of my desire to sleep!

Look! a bear in a bear costume!

2006-03-14T19:03:00.000+01:00

so, things. (and people say the english language is degrading. what do they know, eh?) ok, so i dunno when i last posted so we'll just recap from saturday, shall we. i probably posted on friday, as i remember mentioning the whole bleurgh thing, but i probably didn'tpost on saturday. could just check, but i'm lazy so i won't.

well. karate happened. min was pissed, because people hadn't gotten in their licence applications which she had to give to the ryubokai people about an hour after our lesson. so karate wasn't so much fun. and then ellis and simon had to go work on their chemistry, so there was no hanging round or whatever.

but that was ok cos dave organised a small gathering for saturday. at his house. minus his parents. it was only me, dave, andy and another guy called rory (it wasn't very confusing at the time. however, when talking about saturday, people seem to think i'm referring to myself in the third person for some reason. even if i say something like 'me, dave, andy and rory'. anyway, alcohol was consumed. dave's sort of in trouble now, but it was fun. andy did ask me not to blog about it (not that there's any big sort of scandal we're covering up or anything. not at all) so i won't go into detail. we had to carry rory home though. (thats part of why dave is in trouble) but it was good, and merely served to reinforce the idea that i don't get drunk nearly often enough.

anyhoo, loads of people were away on monday due to a maths conference, and matt was supposed to be away, but wasn't. this week heralded the end of dossing during comms periods instead of doing coursework.. no more lesson time is being given over to coursework now. which sucks, but whatever.

then today, everyone of import was there, as far as i can recall.. comms may have taken away the free time for coursework, but apart from a ten minute appointment to discuss my coursework one on one, i had my english double free. needless to say, i haven't even started the draft. don't be silly.

history, break, computing. computing dragged on, and i'm still not entirely sure what i should be doing specifically. i know in a general sense.. but apart from that..

there was a YE meeting (ugh. the tuesday meetings have been made compulsory. well, at least till after the exam. which is next week..) and then a thing. comms lesson. we read through some more essays.

also, i'm vaugely ill. i have a sore throat, stuffed nose and a headache. the words ow and eurgh in combination would sum up how i feel. i'll probably get some sleep tonight instead of reading all night, like last night. and the night before. meh

In which our hero fails to die, severely annoying several people

2006-03-09T22:37:00.000+01:00

yay. so yesterday, the computer broke, and today, i broke. and by broke in the first case i mean failed to load up windows when turned on, andthe latter case i mean overdosed on caffeine tablets and then threw up some time later, but suffering no adverse affects other than said throwing up. tch. who'd have thought that overdosing on a drug would have negative consequences? well, most people. including me. it might be asked, by an inquisitive person, or indeed, maybe even someone who didn't care and wasn't really even curious, why i took 25 caffeine tablets. i wouldn't have much of a response other than 'um.. well' so it would be a bit of a pointless question really.

so, what else is new?

In soviet russia, fuck you!

2006-03-06T20:41:00.000+01:00

i can't really be bothered to talk too much about today (not that too much happened)
i could sum up a lot of how it felt with that well known phrase, 'fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck!' but then again that would be rather crude. oh damn, i appear to have already summed it up so. oh well.

Anger is like a soul that gets things accomplished

2006-03-04T22:59:00.000+01:00

hurrah for spending the day with a sense of overwhelming.. thing.. eugh, i don't even have the words. and it's not even like my vocabulary is terribly limited or anything, i just don't know how to describe it without sounding like a moron. so we'll just leave that be, shall we.

so. march. and apparantly, lent. I considered giving coke up for lent, but as i'm now no longer always carrying several cans of coke, and have been an atheist for god knows how long ^_^ i thought it was a little pointless. also, it only occurred to me to give something up after lent had started. so, not much good then.

the profile thing was/is today, and as may be pointed out from the lack of mention of it, i didn't realise i should be getting a ticket till the other day, and then they were sold out. which is annoying me now, 'cos i'm missing it, but i'll be over it. by tomorrow, probably. assuming andy/dave/whoever else don't decide to point out that missing it was a big deal. although i'm more likely to get annoyed at them, for trying to annoy me, or whatever. at least i wasn't the only one to not get a ticket. misery loves company, and all that.

karate today was normal, but we did some weird self defence stuff instead of katta and basics and whatnot. which meant simon throwing me around (well, and me throwing him around. but that wasn't painful for me, so it doesn't stand out as much) and i hung around with simon, ellis, dave b and mark(who also didn't have a ticket), for a while, until they went of to profile, and me off to.. home. to be bored, largely.

i may well be starting to feel nervous about the upcoming comms presentation. not entirely sure i want ABL and matt to be watching. or gills, really. not to mention the other guy in our group for presentations. and why in the name of all that is right and good in the world would i want mr warner to watch my presentation?

which i have yet to write. i'd say i was a master of procrastination, but it couldn't be proved. that'd mean putting effort into procrastinating, which would be a little contradictory.

i should write that thing tomorrow. speech on monday..

yikes.

Stop the ride, I wanna get off

2006-02-27T20:24:00.000+01:00

mondays are always so tiring. sucks. missed my bus today, walked in, and things went on from there. not much happened in first period, or comms, and then computing was dr bond talking to us about the coursework and me doodling in my notebook. damn people watching me doodle.. it's disconcerting.

break was normal, with things and stuff. i wrote a very brief essay on look back in anger in the free before english, and then that happened. that was tiring, then there was lunch, without food, and.. err.. yeah. japanese happened, the teacher got kinda annoyed, but some amusement was had despite being tired. then, my bag, which hadn't yet lasted a full year (and being my second bag since starting at ags in 2000) finally broke completely. the last zip just couldn't take the strain of those extra books. damn library.. it's been fiction books EVERY time that bags broken. now i need a new one ¬_¬

left my bag in alex's locker cos it would've been too annoying to carry home. all broken and whatnot.

at least i don't have any major work for tomorrow.. just that comms speech to prepare for on monday. that comms speech which is 25% of my grade. that comms speech which i havn't really scripted yet. oh yeah. that comms speech.

Not for the first time...

2006-02-25T23:52:00.000+01:00

been a relative while since the last post... not counting the actual last one, which was only one word, i havn't posted anything substantial for at least a week. not that nothing happened, i mean, there was the whole thing with alex's "party" on saturday/sunday (vodka was consumed) and while i did get drunk, i can still remember as much as i would otherwise. not that much i can be bothered to talk about it though.

god, even that seems like ages ago now, and it was last week... anyway, the week continued, and i didn't have to go back to that place until tuesday, because of the history conference. which was.. well. the first talk was boring, and they got.. less interesting. i got two pages of notes (read as: doodles) which was quite cool, but my doodles are just the same thing revisited every time i get a fresh peice of paper. it probably has something to do with my persona or something. i'm sure a psychoanalyst would be interested in the reccurent themes of fire and swords and whatever else, eyes and shit. not actual shit, but more.. well, if you don't get it then i don't care.

i bought a NEWSPAPER for the return train journey (the times, just in case you care) i feel so old. anyway, school happened pretty much as usual after that. you know, the random 7 headed demons acosting you in the hallways, the prescient visions induced by the water, and the... explosions? i don't know, whatever.

i spent most of the week in an odd sort of funk, which was almost entirely due to fatigue. i felt.. dead, or something. when you can sleep all evening, and all night, and still wake up shattered, there's something seriously wrong. sleep should CURE tiredness, but not this week. it just bred more fatigue.

and then it was my birthday on thursday, and that was entirely uneventful. i say entirely.. obviously things happened. just usual things (i actually got a number of beats earlier, when i pointed out to ellis and simon that it'd been my birthday during the week. smart move, that..) i actually crawled into bed shortly after i got home, and a while later was dragged out of bed to have happy birthday sung at me. i don't get to choose to do what i want on my birthday, no.. like sleep.. escape from the ache of awareness..

but whatever. school. ugh. i should probably kill it before it kills me. i'll go prepare the explosives now.. all i need is some soap.. well, not only some soap. i need nitric acid too. and i think sawdust. whatever.

2006-02-23T23:35:00.000+01:00

/sigh

Drunk? Moi?

2006-02-15T22:59:00.000+01:00

and so, the half term continues, and anything of any major importance continues to fail to happen, if that makes any sense (or even if it doesn't, i'm past caring at the moment) although, it's now halfway through half term and i've actually gotten fsck all done, so go me. i rock with the laziness and whatever.

another day of having weed smoked at me, which in and of itself doesn't sound great, but today i had enough vodka and coke to be in a happy place, far, far away. rolling around on the floor playing with a ball kind of happy place. hanging round my sis and her stoner friends is funny when i'm drunk though. laugh riot.

true story.

Move along

2006-02-13T23:12:00.000+01:00

so, not entirely sure how much i can be bothered to write. there was karate on saturday, which was almost entirely taken up with taizabakishodan, and a competition sort of thing with all the grades doing the same katta, so that happened. i came first out of the green belts (all three of them.. only beating simon and ellis, really) and got given a shiny silver medal. after that, i hung around with ellis, simon, mark and beth, until they went off to see final destination three, which i couldn't be bothered to go see (soo.. i went home.. yah)

sunday was.. eh, alright.. met up with matt and sammi, and eventually alex, who decided to miss his bus and be an hour late, so that we could, of all things, go swimming. it was cold, and less surprisingly, wet, but whatever. other things happened, and i ended up home at some point.

and then, well. i sat in my sisters room and watched full metal jacket while she smoked.. some.. illicit substances..

and that happened today too (except for the watching full metal jacket thing) i was called a 'good boy' by her friend for not.. partaking of narcotics, but i was also told i probably would, eventually.. i doubt it..

I've seen sinking ships go down with more grace than you

2006-02-09T22:06:00.000+01:00

i'm generally apathetic about thursdays (well, about most days, but whatever) but today had what could almost be called emotional extremes, if they were actually not just slight feelings of happiness and/or uneasiness. elaboration, perhaps, might help. i had computing first thing, and had to do the practical exam many people had already done, which not only wasn't too bad, but got marked as soon as i'd finished it, so i saw dr bond write the big fat 74 out of 75 on the test paper, which was lots of fun.. apart from being nearly full marks, it puts me ahead of.. well, most people, except for the few who've been programming longer than they've been toilet trained, like chris spencer. so that was.. good..

history.. and i just started laughing when we were set our task for the day. we were told to design a FACIST ITALY PROPOGANDA POSTER! not something i particularly wanted to do, but it was funny. and if anyone ever asks me 'what do they teach you in schools nowadays' i can say that they teach us to make facist propoganda. rofl indeed.

history was also good because the teacher failed to notice that i hadn't handed in the essay due in last week. which would have made my day perfect, had my english teacher not asked for the essays i owed my OTHER english teacher.. that was unexpected.. apart from that, english was alright. aparantly, tomorrow we'll be parodying conrad's writing style. and today, we had a nice talk about surrealism. the less said about 'dadaism' the better.

the rest of the day was largely uneventful, the YE meeting was a normal meeting, little got done, and i got told to make the site better-er.. and said i'd do it over half term. along with all the actual _work_ i have to catch up with ¬_¬

Congratulations, you've created new levels for me to be disgusted on!

2006-02-07T19:02:00.000+01:00

I took a day off today, figuring that it would be the best option for my mental health, among other things. apart from being shattered, tuesday was not looking like a Good Day, so i decided to make it go away by pretending it didn't exist. thusfar, it seems to have worked, and i not only got sleep, but remain unscathed from any repercussions. which is good. very much so.

as i have, indeed, spent most of the day asleep, i don't have much else to say, so i won't say it. toodles

Not an admirable trait at all

2006-02-02T18:45:00.000+01:00

urg. a week and a day left before half term.. not that much'll happen then, of course. a week full of apathy and sleep, and probably less food than is healthy, but whatever.

got my bus today, after missing it from oversleeping two days in a row.. so i managed to go to tescos and get my coke. and then, i spent extended registration bored, and sort of doing computing homework, without thinking about it. which wasn't difficult, as i could just steal the answers from jonny for most of it. and guess the answers to the other one (with statistics! woo!)

computing happened, and i think i got the amount of work done that Bond wanted done, done. so despite the previous sentence not making sense (and TECHNICALLY therefore not being a sentence.. you pedants.. what do you mean i'm the one correcting my grammar? i'm only doing it pre-emptively..).. um.. what was i actually talking about? hmm.. work got done in computing. and apparantly Bond's Aibo has arrived, though that was after our lesson.

history occured! essays were not handed in! they are supposed to be done tonight! this may or may not be an event that occurs! also - mussolini was obviously only a facist because he didn't talk till he was three. you gotta watch out for those silent types.. ._.

//Interlude
right.. Simon just started talking to me. if you're not filled with dread:

[17:50] The Simon Coppack || 'Coz I know everything sucks yeah, and this is gonna be the last time you're gonna hear me complain: SCHNEE SCHNA SCHNAPPI!
[17:50] The Simon Coppack || 'Coz I know everything sucks yeah, and this is gonna be the last time you're gonna hear me complain: SCHNAPPI SCHNAPPI SCHNAP!
[17:50] I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive, now I only waste it dreaming of you: yes!
[17:50] *** The Simon Coppack || 'Coz I know everything sucks yeah, and this is gonna be the last time you're gonna hear me complain is trying to send you "schnappi das kleine krokodil.mp3"

and this song he's sending me turns out to be from some.. odd.. german.. crocodile animation..? o.....k...

talking to simon at any time is generally hazardous to your mental health, but still, What The Fuck?

End Interlude//

break was fruitful. and by fruitful, i mean coke-ful. and by that.. i don't entirely know what i mean, but thats completely irrelevant. the POINT is that english after break was boring, and the prospect of a YE meeting before going home was rather ruining my mood. but then it turned out miss chalk was away, so the meeting got sort of.. cancelled. which was fine by me. met up with the others and did what we normally do.. although i say 'what we normally do' in the loosest sense, in that we got food. we don't normally go to macdonalds en masse, but whatever. went home after that, right after ABL pleaded i did period seven duty for the maths block so that he could skive and have it not noticed.. funnily enough, i said no, and went home.

also, i think we'll stop shunning matt eventually, say.. in a couple of years. me (and alex, but he's not important) not trustworthy? i knew matt was dumb, and had no sense of tact, but god.. what an idiot.. i used to think he was a relatively good judge of character, despite his apparant.. simpleness

Give me envy, give me malice, give me your attention

2006-01-31T18:53:00.000+01:00

this redundant statement tells you that monotony is not fun!

got up late today, didn't even stay up too long last night, so i dunno why. but anyhoo, it resulted in me meiising english, even though i wasn't _THAT_ late. so i dawdled, and did some computing homework, and generally got little of anything done. this dawdling was continued throuht my free period, and probably a little of the way into history, although i did get some work done in history. maybe. what, you want proof? i.. uh.. lost it. yeah, that'll work. anyway, that happened, as did break, with.. coke, and talking. possibly also some stabbing. i can almost guarantee some shunning was involved, mainly of matt, but probably also of alex.

computing seems to be becoming more and more like actual work. which is incredibly annoying, but there you have it. lunch was when the BIG EXPLOSION happened, and we were invaded by aliens who had this soul stealing device. they stole everyone's soul, but i managed to get away using an intricate contraption i contrived out of some paperclips and a magnet, with a burning chip fork for fuel. it successfully bamboozled the aliens and i was able to escape with only one limb lost!

Just because you have a different lifestyle choice..

2006-01-29T23:40:00.000+01:00

tch. a sunday without a lie in, and with a rude awakening/packaging off to milton keynes for trade fair. i dunno what to say really. it was alright, but a lot of the time was spent being bored. i can think of a number of things that would be a better use of my time and/or money. sleeping is the first one that comes to mind, but there are others. like recovering from ALL NIGHT DRINKING AT ALEXS PARTY IF HE HADNT GOT IT FSCKING CANCELLED!!!

arg. i didn't mean to start talking about that. i suppose if i reaaaaaaally wanted to get drunk theres always that vodka bottle. that one over there. in that cupboard.

or.. not.. not yet anyway. i don't want to go back to school tomorrow.. or ever, really, but as i have nothing better to do..

Lackadaisical!

2006-01-28T19:29:00.000+01:00

huw00rj, saturday. i need a holiday, there's not enough time in this thing you mortals call a 'weekend' to get all the required laziness fit in along with all the things that actually need doing. i mean, today for example. there was karate, and it was Bo-ing, with staffs and fun, we even got to devise short bo sequences with a partner. me and simon actually got picked as having the best one, and it's only fault was the lack of a kill apparantly, and that was a tad harsh seeing as the proper one it was supposed to be based of didn't have a distinct kill.. but whatever, we won.

after that, i had to hang around until i could be dragged off with ellis and simon to ellis' to work on a secret (but probably not necessarily still needing to be a secret) project for the YE trade fair tomorrow. i could really do with having a day off tomorrow instead of the trade fair, but meh. it should be relatively fun if tiring.

i had planned to get some work done on the computer today, but have been told a minute ago that after dinner i'll get kicked off the computer, and won't get back on for the rest of the day, which is not only incredibly annoying, but also.. incredibly annoying.

Can't sleep. clown'll eat me.

2006-01-26T18:51:00.000+01:00

and when i say clown, i am of course referring to that old commonly used metaphor for 'work'. OR i'm making crap up to fit in a simpsons quote. today wasn't too great, andneither was yesterday, but last night was cool. Reel big fish was awesome. i also spent most of the night 'guarding' (wearing) simon/ellis' trilby, so i had a HAT. also, um. yeah. 'twas good. i dunno if i can reaaaaally be bothered to say much else.

although, damn ABL. Sammi gave him SWORDS for his birthday..

SWORDS!!!