OK so it's been pointed out to me that it's been a while since i posted something. Especially since the last post was a friggen interlude that literally meant nothing. I came up with that in thirty seconds. It was a fun bitta word play i won't deny it. Anyways, as a way of showing that, yes i am still alive, no i haven't given up on the blog and no my time is not being taken up due to my finding psychiatric help which i most certainly do not need. The voices tell me i don't and they are ALWAYS right. I'm serious. They told me the entire plot to Avatar before i saw it...Then again that could have been Pocahontas, seeing as they basically have the same plot. Only difference was Pocahontas was animated and sang a lot. I think there was a raccoon as well.
I think what's taking me so long is that I'm working off a list of things I've taken over the past 2 weeks whereas this post was down in the breaks between watching Misfits on channel four's YouTube channel. Brilliant show by the way. Although incredibly Not Safe For Kids.
Oh and there has been one person who begged me to put them in a post even though they were already going to be in one briefly coming up. So here's your mention
CATHERINE O'CALLAGHAN!!!!!!!
Happy?
Anyway. I'll try my best to get it done within the next week. But with all the work I've missed, it could be longer. I'll keep you posted
-James, out...Dear God that was gay
Monday, 29 November 2010
Sunday, 21 November 2010
Interlude...of sorts.
I always expect the unexpected.
of course then the unexpected becomes the expected and therefore i do not expect it because it is the expected.
However the expected, by name, is expected and therefore i expect it. This, i conclude makes the expected simultaneously unexpected
Remember what i said about saying a word so many times it doesn't sound right anymore?
PRIME EXAMPLE
of course then the unexpected becomes the expected and therefore i do not expect it because it is the expected.
However the expected, by name, is expected and therefore i expect it. This, i conclude makes the expected simultaneously unexpected
Remember what i said about saying a word so many times it doesn't sound right anymore?
PRIME EXAMPLE
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Since i started this blog, crazier shit has happened Part 1
Phew it has been an insanely busy week. I say insanely busy but i mean I've sat in a hall for most of it "rehearsing" and trying to catch up on work I've missed. And children there is a lot to catch up on. Blog related things not school work. Why would i want to talk about schoolwork on my blog. This is a happy place of....happiness and...joy? Anyways. I think I'll start off with the play. Namely, the woman running the play. My god. That woman must think she is a dictator and we are her teensy weensy country. Every persons schedule must revolve around her.
But I'll get back to the play in a minute. As i said, this has been a crazy week and i have manys of manys to say (screw you grammar)
Let's start Monday. As some of you know (i say some i mean two or three...tops) i was involved in my school's debating society and my ...match? was on Monday. We were against this school called Inst (couldn't tell you the full name) in Belfast. They train for this from, like, first year and i wasn't even aware we had a debating team until about a month and a half ago so needless to say, we were trounced. Lol. that word. Hmm. Should i say "Lol" in a blog? it seems out of place. That settles it. In my domain there shall be no text slang. However if there are missing capital letters, assume i did that on purpose.
But i digress. They beat us 80 points to 66 (don't even ask me how you score points in a debate, because i don't have a clue. I assume it is either like an English paper or for every time you make the examiner think of a dinosaur munching on a toaster, you gain 20 points.) which is quite a large gap. I mean the other half of my team beat their Dungannon counter-parts by 2 points and we wee told that was a big gap.....failure is abundant as you can see. My other team scored 61 to their 59. So clearly not only were we better, but our opponents were monumentally harder so that makes everything OK...right?
But these guys at Inst, they were the most ridiculous people ever. Their first speaker was the single most pompous dude in the entirety of human civilisation. And he kept referring to me and my team mate Eoin O'Neill "esteemed opposition" or "honourable opposition"
Dude you don't even know me. There is nothing esteemed about me. For all you know, I eat babies with a side of puppies, how's that for esteemed? And what's more i could totally tell he was putting on all the fancy elongated language. Want to know how? The dumb-ass had atrocious grammar and he was using all those fancy words in the wrong places. For one thing he said
Anyways whilst we were in Belfast, I saw some pretty strange people. The first one i saw was a man walking down the street in a full on suit. Maybe he was a business man, maybe he was going to a wedding, maybe he just liked to wear suits. Not much strange about that right? WRONG. He had a Mohawk!! A full on, foot long, solid MOHAWK. Took every shred of self control I had to hold in the laughter until he passed us. I had to rely on my other team mate Mary Laverty to get me across the road because i was laughing so hard I couldn't walk. Almost immediately after, there was a ginger woman who walked pass us. She had, like a bajillion piercings in her face and weird hair. Not Mohawk weird of course but still. I mean really her hair was grey with like a streak of bright bright orange.
Skip ahead to the ridiculous regime of Mrs can't say her name because some one might actually tell her about this blog and she might read it even though my code isn't exactly unbreakable but we'll call it plausible deniability. Bit of a mouthful don't ya think? (Don't say that's what she said, don't say that's what she said, don't say that's what she said. Goddammit. I said it out loud) Let's abbreviate shall we? So Mrs CSHNBSOMATHATBASMRIETMCIEUBWCIPD and her insane regime.
Throughout the week we had to stay in for rehearsals from 9 in the morning until 9 in the evening. I know! Ridiculous. Anyway most of the weird shit happens during play hours. I think it's mainly because we get so tired we become delirious and we do the weirdest of things. Anyways the only play thing that didn't come from delirium was a scene in the play that i am in. I have 1 line. 7 words really. It's integral to the plot of the show i swear. Anyways it is easily my favourite scene, not only because i speak in it, but because a few friends of mine come in playing russian soldiers. Then my friends procede to beat me up. Wonderful friends i have. To be fair only one of them beat me up. Ryan mcFadden tries to find out if pillows feel pain, John Cassidy beats up one guy, i think. And finally my attacker Michael O'Mullan. He takes out the guy sitting next to me first (in slow mo, no less) and then knocks me over a chair. It takes a lot of skill to fall in slow motion I'll tell you that. Then the stupid-ass annoying juniors from behind me step over my body and try to take on Michael. My three minions are taken out pretty quickly. Then they have to lie down next to me. It's awful. They are literally more annoying than Jedward and Gok Wan combined. Fun scene though. Even though one of the bastards kicked me in the face when he was running around in the strobe light being an idiot. I hate children
What's that? Can't stay in? Nonsense. What do you mean you contracted a disease that dissolves your innards? I have a show to direct! The school can facilitate an IV drip and we will just have to wake you when you must dance. In fact, how long have you until you die? A week? Splendid. The show will be over by then.That got a bit carried away but she makes me so mad! I tried to tell her today that i was going to go to class instead of rehearsals and she asked me was i coming back later. I said no, there was an argument, i yelled, she lowered her voice in a way she thought was threatening (which it isn't, it just frustrated me) and then she reported me to my year head. Ahh sweet Justice.
But I'll get back to the play in a minute. As i said, this has been a crazy week and i have manys of manys to say (screw you grammar)
Let's start Monday. As some of you know (i say some i mean two or three...tops) i was involved in my school's debating society and my ...match? was on Monday. We were against this school called Inst (couldn't tell you the full name) in Belfast. They train for this from, like, first year and i wasn't even aware we had a debating team until about a month and a half ago so needless to say, we were trounced. Lol. that word. Hmm. Should i say "Lol" in a blog? it seems out of place. That settles it. In my domain there shall be no text slang. However if there are missing capital letters, assume i did that on purpose.
But i digress. They beat us 80 points to 66 (don't even ask me how you score points in a debate, because i don't have a clue. I assume it is either like an English paper or for every time you make the examiner think of a dinosaur munching on a toaster, you gain 20 points.) which is quite a large gap. I mean the other half of my team beat their Dungannon counter-parts by 2 points and we wee told that was a big gap.....failure is abundant as you can see. My other team scored 61 to their 59. So clearly not only were we better, but our opponents were monumentally harder so that makes everything OK...right?
But these guys at Inst, they were the most ridiculous people ever. Their first speaker was the single most pompous dude in the entirety of human civilisation. And he kept referring to me and my team mate Eoin O'Neill "esteemed opposition" or "honourable opposition"
Dude you don't even know me. There is nothing esteemed about me. For all you know, I eat babies with a side of puppies, how's that for esteemed? And what's more i could totally tell he was putting on all the fancy elongated language. Want to know how? The dumb-ass had atrocious grammar and he was using all those fancy words in the wrong places. For one thing he said
The big society is just one of a myriad of excusesNow this may be because I'm a bit (a bit? a lot) of a nerd. Especially when it comes to grammar, spelling, books or general life. Anyways he used myriad wrong....fun story right?
Anyways whilst we were in Belfast, I saw some pretty strange people. The first one i saw was a man walking down the street in a full on suit. Maybe he was a business man, maybe he was going to a wedding, maybe he just liked to wear suits. Not much strange about that right? WRONG. He had a Mohawk!! A full on, foot long, solid MOHAWK. Took every shred of self control I had to hold in the laughter until he passed us. I had to rely on my other team mate Mary Laverty to get me across the road because i was laughing so hard I couldn't walk. Almost immediately after, there was a ginger woman who walked pass us. She had, like a bajillion piercings in her face and weird hair. Not Mohawk weird of course but still. I mean really her hair was grey with like a streak of bright bright orange.
Skip ahead to the ridiculous regime of Mrs can't say her name because some one might actually tell her about this blog and she might read it even though my code isn't exactly unbreakable but we'll call it plausible deniability. Bit of a mouthful don't ya think? (Don't say that's what she said, don't say that's what she said, don't say that's what she said. Goddammit. I said it out loud) Let's abbreviate shall we? So Mrs CSHNBSOMATHATBASMRIETMCIEUBWCIPD and her insane regime.
Throughout the week we had to stay in for rehearsals from 9 in the morning until 9 in the evening. I know! Ridiculous. Anyway most of the weird shit happens during play hours. I think it's mainly because we get so tired we become delirious and we do the weirdest of things. Anyways the only play thing that didn't come from delirium was a scene in the play that i am in. I have 1 line. 7 words really. It's integral to the plot of the show i swear. Anyways it is easily my favourite scene, not only because i speak in it, but because a few friends of mine come in playing russian soldiers. Then my friends procede to beat me up. Wonderful friends i have. To be fair only one of them beat me up. Ryan mcFadden tries to find out if pillows feel pain, John Cassidy beats up one guy, i think. And finally my attacker Michael O'Mullan. He takes out the guy sitting next to me first (in slow mo, no less) and then knocks me over a chair. It takes a lot of skill to fall in slow motion I'll tell you that. Then the stupid-ass annoying juniors from behind me step over my body and try to take on Michael. My three minions are taken out pretty quickly. Then they have to lie down next to me. It's awful. They are literally more annoying than Jedward and Gok Wan combined. Fun scene though. Even though one of the bastards kicked me in the face when he was running around in the strobe light being an idiot. I hate children
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Sorry steven + a little update
Would like to issue a formal apology to Steven mc Toal as i grossly misspelled his name. I sincerely hope I've spelled it right now or this would be pretty embarrassing.
Real quick now guys, i WILL be posting a big post again soon. But probably not until the weekend because this ridiculous play has me worn thin. Rehearsals from nine in the morning until night in the evening. That is a joke. Moreover, the teacher running it is a psychopath. One more time, SHE IS A PSYCHOPATH.
The upcoming post will feature my recent excursion to Belfast for the debate competition, antics at the play and anything else interesting, weird or hilarious that comes to me.
I've been James Fitzsimons and I've been working on my Outro ideas. (I won't use it this time because i like this one for now)
*UPDATE 18/11/10* I have been informed that i misspelled Stephens name in the apology post. Sorry man. so here we go. 3rd times to charm Stephen mc Toal. Boy would my face be red if that's wrong again.
Real quick now guys, i WILL be posting a big post again soon. But probably not until the weekend because this ridiculous play has me worn thin. Rehearsals from nine in the morning until night in the evening. That is a joke. Moreover, the teacher running it is a psychopath. One more time, SHE IS A PSYCHOPATH.
The upcoming post will feature my recent excursion to Belfast for the debate competition, antics at the play and anything else interesting, weird or hilarious that comes to me.
I've been James Fitzsimons and I've been working on my Outro ideas. (I won't use it this time because i like this one for now)
*UPDATE 18/11/10* I have been informed that i misspelled Stephens name in the apology post. Sorry man. so here we go. 3rd times to charm Stephen mc Toal. Boy would my face be red if that's wrong again.
Sunday, 14 November 2010
Sleepy time is happy time. Much like dinner time is also happy time
Any one of you who knows me well enough will understand that i am not a serious guy in any sense of the word. I am also not mature even though i have several arguments regularly about this with a friend. But that's only because she calls an umbrella an "umbradoodle"
Tell me that I'm less mature than her now.
Anyway, the fact that i am not good at staying up late became know to the world outside my family during the summer of '09, during a school trip to France. Best craic i had ever had. Still up there in the top five. The hotel we were staying in could fit 5 to a room which was perfect because there was myself, Michael Goldring, Ryan Kennedy, Christopher Logan and Emmett Neeson who are all close friends of mine. In the room there was the main room there was a double bed and a single bed occupied by Ryan, Chris and Michael. Ryan and Chris shared the double. I won't go into details but things happened between them and the cleaners had to bring the bleach and burn the sheets.
Then, in the same room, there was a conjoining room, much smaller than the main sleeping area, which held bunk beds. Emmett and I slept in those. He got top bunk. The idiot called it too fast for me to realise.
And so the first night in a foreign country with my friends began and, for a few hours in the night, it was fun. We messed about, watched TV (mostly in French but we found Family Guy in English) and watched asRyan the inhibition-less terror chucked the teabags and the milk cartons out the window...Prat. They didn't replace them *Sad Face*
Anyway around midnight i went to bed because we had to be up around 8 for breakfast. Midnight was too late as it was if you ask me. But you guys know me (or not as the case may be) always the party animal. The other 3 were up for another 4 hours! 4 hours! That's just ridiculous. And they were loud!! And I'm a light sleeper. I won't go into detail but it took extraordinary self-restraint not to punch one of them right in the face. And I'm told it was the only time they have ever been scared of me...let that be a lesson to them.
Anyway the point of this is all to with my sister,Orla returning from Glasgow for the weekend. Now she has her moments where she doesn't do something idiotically annoying, few and far between as they are. She went out last night with my other older sister,Eimhear.
Orla somehow, inexplicably as of yet, lost Eimhear and so she thought she would text me at a quarter to four in the morning asking me to get up and check was Eimhear in the house with me. So dutifully, I checked her room and texted back no. She texted me again asking was she downstairs. This was I promptly ignored. The she rang me....God I hate her. She rang me asking me to come downstairs and open the door for her because somebody had put on the big lock. Only semi-concsious I opened it, glared at her and went back to bed before i said something mean and or refused her entry into the house.
And she wonders why i don't act more excited when she comes home.
Tell me that I'm less mature than her now.
Anyway, the fact that i am not good at staying up late became know to the world outside my family during the summer of '09, during a school trip to France. Best craic i had ever had. Still up there in the top five. The hotel we were staying in could fit 5 to a room which was perfect because there was myself, Michael Goldring, Ryan Kennedy, Christopher Logan and Emmett Neeson who are all close friends of mine. In the room there was the main room there was a double bed and a single bed occupied by Ryan, Chris and Michael. Ryan and Chris shared the double. I won't go into details but things happened between them and the cleaners had to bring the bleach and burn the sheets.
Then, in the same room, there was a conjoining room, much smaller than the main sleeping area, which held bunk beds. Emmett and I slept in those. He got top bunk. The idiot called it too fast for me to realise.
And so the first night in a foreign country with my friends began and, for a few hours in the night, it was fun. We messed about, watched TV (mostly in French but we found Family Guy in English) and watched as
Anyway around midnight i went to bed because we had to be up around 8 for breakfast. Midnight was too late as it was if you ask me. But you guys know me (or not as the case may be) always the party animal. The other 3 were up for another 4 hours! 4 hours! That's just ridiculous. And they were loud!! And I'm a light sleeper. I won't go into detail but it took extraordinary self-restraint not to punch one of them right in the face. And I'm told it was the only time they have ever been scared of me...let that be a lesson to them.
Anyway the point of this is all to with my sister,Orla returning from Glasgow for the weekend. Now she has her moments where she doesn't do something idiotically annoying, few and far between as they are. She went out last night with my other older sister,Eimhear.
Orla somehow, inexplicably as of yet, lost Eimhear and so she thought she would text me at a quarter to four in the morning asking me to get up and check was Eimhear in the house with me. So dutifully, I checked her room and texted back no. She texted me again asking was she downstairs. This was I promptly ignored. The she rang me....God I hate her. She rang me asking me to come downstairs and open the door for her because somebody had put on the big lock. Only semi-concsious I opened it, glared at her and went back to bed before i said something mean and or refused her entry into the house.
And she wonders why i don't act more excited when she comes home.
Saturday, 13 November 2010
Romania gig. AMAZING craic
Now I'm not much one for going out but last night was immense. And it got me over my writers block. No more talking about emotional scarring for me. No sir. Lots to write about and lots of people to mention. So let's get started.
First and foremost is Cathal O'Hagan. Mentioned in a previous post, Cathal's making quite a name for himself here on the blog. Cathal showed me (and maybe created, I'm not sure) the rockabunny. My friend Michael and I were making our way to the dance floor when he stopped dancing and did the "rock on" symbol with his hand. He then started wagging the extended fingers up and down and he said
Next is Peter Shannon. Sorry i didn't mention you before Pete seeing as your a huge impact on my life (try not to hear that as sarcastic, it makes it seem mean). Well now you made it simply for your amazing dance moves. After chastising me about not putting him in the blog, he stormed off to the dance floor and busted a move all over the place. I was not aware the male body could move their hips in quite a fashion. You are a testament to human dancing and Diversity can eat their heart out
Christopher Logan is also starting to make himself a name here and if he keeps going he could in fact get that segment he's been looking for. Halfway through the night, we were quite close to the "stage" and we could see the some of the bands smaller instruments. For example there was a tambourine. Chris spent a few minutes raving with a tambourine. Awesome.
The two guys Catherine O'Callaghan was with when i met her at the start of the night. These guys were pretty cool. Immediately started chatting and having the laugh and then we parted to not see each other again....or so i thought. Walking into the toilets at one point i found the two of them with another mate of theirs who was, shall we say, ever so slightly inebriated. Nothing to be ashamed of as that description matches 75-80% of the people there. But he said, in these exact words
Meabh Harper (sorry about possibly butchering the spelling) came up to me and told me i need to smile more. This completely threw me. I mean i think of myself as a cheery smiley dude unless there's something heavy weighing on my mind. i was having a lethal time and had spent the night grinning like an idiot. She also asked a friend of mine to agree with her that my eyes were a weird colour. Good weird she told me. I think I'm flattered, but I'm not sure.
The guy that was with Kirstie Crawford tried to do the elaborate bump fist handshake thing that i completely mucked up. But when i got to the end he told me that i had "the funk"....i think he might have been drinking. He was pretty awesome.
Jamie Higgins lifting me in the middle of the dance floor. For funsies i assume. And then he held me upside down for a bit. This led to me almost starting a dog pile in the middle of the floor.
And this leads me to Myself. I'm not a drinker. Not even vaguely. I believe that all alcoholic drinks would taste better with out the alcohol in them. Fact. I did however partake in beverages loaded with sugar. This was so much fun, i can't even tell you. I don't dance yet i wasattempting to busting moves all over the place. It got messy. Never liked dancing before. Granted my "dancing was just flailing in a douchy fashion but still. I spent 10 minutes trying to touch the roof with my head. Using Jamie and Shane Mallon as spring boards. I got pretty close as well. Maybe a foot away.
Things are a hell of a lot funnier when you have a sugar rush. Catherine Corrigan informed me that she went as an oompa loompa for Halloween and showed me a picture. I was very close to urinating with laughter. And because all the shouting had wrecked my throat, my laughter sound insane. Even to me. And that's saying something. It takes a lot to make me realise I'm being weird. The sentence is either weirdly weird or the person I'm talking to isn't used to my sense of humour. I think it's a testament to my childhood that I'm able to laugh that much at a friend dressing up as an Oompa Loompa.
There is only one conclusion. I MUST BE AWESOME!!!!
Moving swiftly on, Another thing I did was say the word fantastic more times than i could count. Surprisingly though it didn't sound any less like a word. Unlike bubblegum. Try saying that thirty times and then see if it still sounds like something you would use in a sentence.
And that concludes what was essentially one massive shout out to Geezus knows how many people.
I've been James Fitzsimons and I think I should come up with an Outro. Post ideas in the comments maybe?
First and foremost is Cathal O'Hagan. Mentioned in a previous post, Cathal's making quite a name for himself here on the blog. Cathal showed me (and maybe created, I'm not sure) the rockabunny. My friend Michael and I were making our way to the dance floor when he stopped dancing and did the "rock on" symbol with his hand. He then started wagging the extended fingers up and down and he said
Look. It's like rock on only a bunnyGreatest. Invention. EVER.
Next is Peter Shannon. Sorry i didn't mention you before Pete seeing as your a huge impact on my life (try not to hear that as sarcastic, it makes it seem mean). Well now you made it simply for your amazing dance moves. After chastising me about not putting him in the blog, he stormed off to the dance floor and busted a move all over the place. I was not aware the male body could move their hips in quite a fashion. You are a testament to human dancing and Diversity can eat their heart out
Christopher Logan is also starting to make himself a name here and if he keeps going he could in fact get that segment he's been looking for. Halfway through the night, we were quite close to the "stage" and we could see the some of the bands smaller instruments. For example there was a tambourine. Chris spent a few minutes raving with a tambourine. Awesome.
The two guys Catherine O'Callaghan was with when i met her at the start of the night. These guys were pretty cool. Immediately started chatting and having the laugh and then we parted to not see each other again....or so i thought. Walking into the toilets at one point i found the two of them with another mate of theirs who was, shall we say, ever so slightly inebriated. Nothing to be ashamed of as that description matches 75-80% of the people there. But he said, in these exact words
Right i can't work this belt. Your going to have to do it for me, manAnd one of the guys from the start of the night and I just looked at each other and i said
This could easily be the introduction to a gay porn filmThe other non-drunk guy whipped out his phone and began to film whilst saying
Black-mail for the next 6 monthsAh, cracker
Meabh Harper (sorry about possibly butchering the spelling) came up to me and told me i need to smile more. This completely threw me. I mean i think of myself as a cheery smiley dude unless there's something heavy weighing on my mind. i was having a lethal time and had spent the night grinning like an idiot. She also asked a friend of mine to agree with her that my eyes were a weird colour. Good weird she told me. I think I'm flattered, but I'm not sure.
The guy that was with Kirstie Crawford tried to do the elaborate bump fist handshake thing that i completely mucked up. But when i got to the end he told me that i had "the funk"....i think he might have been drinking. He was pretty awesome.
Jamie Higgins lifting me in the middle of the dance floor. For funsies i assume. And then he held me upside down for a bit. This led to me almost starting a dog pile in the middle of the floor.
And this leads me to Myself. I'm not a drinker. Not even vaguely. I believe that all alcoholic drinks would taste better with out the alcohol in them. Fact. I did however partake in beverages loaded with sugar. This was so much fun, i can't even tell you. I don't dance yet i was
Things are a hell of a lot funnier when you have a sugar rush. Catherine Corrigan informed me that she went as an oompa loompa for Halloween and showed me a picture. I was very close to urinating with laughter. And because all the shouting had wrecked my throat, my laughter sound insane. Even to me. And that's saying something. It takes a lot to make me realise I'm being weird. The sentence is either weirdly weird or the person I'm talking to isn't used to my sense of humour. I think it's a testament to my childhood that I'm able to laugh that much at a friend dressing up as an Oompa Loompa.
There is only one conclusion. I MUST BE AWESOME!!!!
Moving swiftly on, Another thing I did was say the word fantastic more times than i could count. Surprisingly though it didn't sound any less like a word. Unlike bubblegum. Try saying that thirty times and then see if it still sounds like something you would use in a sentence.
And that concludes what was essentially one massive shout out to Geezus knows how many people.
I've been James Fitzsimons and I think I should come up with an Outro. Post ideas in the comments maybe?
Friday, 12 November 2010
Rambling's of the clinically Deranged
Well this has certainly gotten harder. Friggen blog taking up all of my time. I say all, this is like the first time I've posted in what a week? It's not my fault i swear. I've got lots of work to be doing and it's hard coming up with this crap on a regular basis. But now I'm ....plum? out of ideas as to what to say. Oh look I'm writing something. Wonder if it's any good. Oh well I'm not stopping now. I suppose i should actually pick something that has happened recently to talk about. Or i could ramble. Yeah rambling's fun. I'm not very good at it though. In person i mean. On the computer I'm as good as any hardened rambler. For all you know i took a ten minute break after each sentence. Anyways back to business. What can i talk about? Oh i know!
Gyms are the creepiest places EVER
I was at the gym earlier today after school. Yes i go to the gym now, so stop all those incredulous expressions on your face and thoughts in your head. Anyways. I walked into the changing room and these two guys were chatting away to each other. Nothing strange about that right? WRONG. They were completely naked. One of them had his leg up on the bench. I wasn't looking at them directly because that's even more creepy. I saw them out of the corner of my eye. And you know that stereotype about gyms being for steroid munchers? Apparently that's not true at all. Everyone there was either fat or really old. I've been told before that I'm like a grumpy old man so i think I'll stick myself in that category thank you very much
So to summarise. Old naked guys in gym changing room. I am scarred for life i swear.
Well that's relatively short for emotional scarring. What else can i talk about? I suppose i could mention people whothreatened persuaded me to add them into the blog. So here you are.
First off there's Christopher Logan. Chris if your reading this, which let's face it your probably not, i have yet to see you do anything awesome to earn you your own segment. It would be entitled Logan's Daily Awesomes but so far I've nothing to say about you. Oh and p.s. don't be so proud that you guys beat the townies ONCE out of a possible FOUR times.
Phelim Killough and Cathal O'Hagan (sorry about the spelling) were sitting at the back of the hall during rehearsals for the school play discussing how to tell what a day felt like. Cathal says something along the lines of
Well i think that's it for now. If you want to be in the blog you need to be Awesome/Funny/ Interesting.
P.S. this is the second time i wrote this stupid post. I hit a button and it took me back through my Internet history. It erased everything. God that's annoying
Gyms are the creepiest places EVER
I was at the gym earlier today after school. Yes i go to the gym now, so stop all those incredulous expressions on your face and thoughts in your head. Anyways. I walked into the changing room and these two guys were chatting away to each other. Nothing strange about that right? WRONG. They were completely naked. One of them had his leg up on the bench. I wasn't looking at them directly because that's even more creepy. I saw them out of the corner of my eye. And you know that stereotype about gyms being for steroid munchers? Apparently that's not true at all. Everyone there was either fat or really old. I've been told before that I'm like a grumpy old man so i think I'll stick myself in that category thank you very much
So to summarise. Old naked guys in gym changing room. I am scarred for life i swear.
Well that's relatively short for emotional scarring. What else can i talk about? I suppose i could mention people who
First off there's Christopher Logan. Chris if your reading this, which let's face it your probably not, i have yet to see you do anything awesome to earn you your own segment. It would be entitled Logan's Daily Awesomes but so far I've nothing to say about you. Oh and p.s. don't be so proud that you guys beat the townies ONCE out of a possible FOUR times.
Phelim Killough and Cathal O'Hagan (sorry about the spelling) were sitting at the back of the hall during rehearsals for the school play discussing how to tell what a day felt like. Cathal says something along the lines of
How do you even tell what a day feels like (wets his finger and holds it up as if to test for wind) Hmm must be a Thursday. It doesn't work like that. (repeats motion) Hmm I must be sadThe Priest AKA Stephen mcToal who tells me to burn in hell every time he sees me. You made it. Although what you're actually contributing i have no idea. I think you just wanted to be mentioned. So there you go.....go read the bible or something Stevie.
Well i think that's it for now. If you want to be in the blog you need to be Awesome/Funny/ Interesting.
P.S. this is the second time i wrote this stupid post. I hit a button and it took me back through my Internet history. It erased everything. God that's annoying
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Milestone!!!!
OK not much of a mile stone but still I've made it.
I have passed 100 page views on my blog. I couldn't have done it without you... Mr/miss Malaysian person. Thank you ever so much. Your contribution means more to me that these people that looked at my blog simply because they knew me and I'd posted it on Facebook. I can see now why they put those annoying adverts on the side of facebook.
*gasp* I could make my own advertisement. Oh wait i have. It's called a profile and it's free.
In all honesty thanks to everybody who gave a crap and who followed the links posted in different places or even if you stumbled across this by accident. It means a lot and if i keep this up this thing could be HUGE. I'm on the road to an actual job in journalism. Fantastic :)
Well,unless i forget or couldn't be bothered I'll keep you posted on view updates.
P.S.....DEFINITELY supposed to be doing an English essay right now. So to all of you in school who wondered how often i write this monumental time gobbler, it's whenever workload doesn't= time given. This blog is what i like to call the dead man's pass time. It's when someone no longer cares if they don't do something or they are in so much trouble they are too lazy to continue the fear and stress. Ergo, Moi. Two languages in the one sentence there. How good am i?
I have passed 100 page views on my blog. I couldn't have done it without you... Mr/miss Malaysian person. Thank you ever so much. Your contribution means more to me that these people that looked at my blog simply because they knew me and I'd posted it on Facebook. I can see now why they put those annoying adverts on the side of facebook.
*gasp* I could make my own advertisement. Oh wait i have. It's called a profile and it's free.
In all honesty thanks to everybody who gave a crap and who followed the links posted in different places or even if you stumbled across this by accident. It means a lot and if i keep this up this thing could be HUGE. I'm on the road to an actual job in journalism. Fantastic :)
Well,
P.S.....DEFINITELY supposed to be doing an English essay right now. So to all of you in school who wondered how often i write this monumental time gobbler, it's whenever workload doesn't= time given. This blog is what i like to call the dead man's pass time. It's when someone no longer cares if they don't do something or they are in so much trouble they are too lazy to continue the fear and stress. Ergo, Moi. Two languages in the one sentence there. How good am i?
Monday, 8 November 2010
From overwhelming shame, an odd occurence
I recently posted the link to this blog on my facebook page. Thanks to all of you who read my posts. I was looking at the stats pages to stroke my ego see how well I was doing page view wise. 29 in a day!! :) This is a record. Granted I've been doing this for like a month tops but still. Anyway on the audience section is shows 40 different people in the UK have visited and 7 in the US. That's fine nothing out of the ordinary. But then I say I had (or have I dunno if you're there) a viewer in Malaysia.
As some of you may or may not know I am easily excited and have the maturity of a 3 year old. But come on. I've a reader on the other side of the world.
As the saying goes:
As some of you may or may not know I am easily excited and have the maturity of a 3 year old. But come on. I've a reader on the other side of the world.
As the saying goes:
Gooooo East
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Annoying people are annoying
From the title you can probably guess that I do not like annoying people. Maybe that's just me. However they usually put me in a bad mood. For instance, I was at the cinema today and the room was practically empty when we got there. Even when everybody had got there, there were maybe 14 or 15 total. These 2 people came in and decided:
Anyway. The cinema talker people. She wasn't just a talker. When something happened that was kind of funny, the one closest to me (the most annoying is always closest to me. My bloody luck) would wait a few seconds, comment, wait another moment, then laugh.
We went to see Due Date. Not a bad movie but that's not what I'm talking about. There was a part where the main guy got shot in the leg. In her exact words she said:
I may or may not have mentioned that I can be a bad, cruel mean person. These things are all true. But in person I'm actually very nice and pleasant and very easy to be around. Just ask any of the 3 people that can stand to be around me.
Again I feel I should use the animal comic relief system as this post was just a massive bitching session so here you go:
"Hey you know what would be cool?
What's that?
If we sat next to a complete stranger when there are plenty of other empty aisles to choose from.
*gasp* That's brilliant, and I've got an idea as well
What's that?
Lets bring...wait for it....
I'm waiting.
Lets bring our MC DONALD'S WITH US!!
........Sheer unadulterated genius"I mean seriously. My god. It's a well known feeling that in the cinema, nobody wants to sit next to somebody they don't know. Why must they go and wreck the system. And that wasn't even the worst part. I mean they finished their food pretty quickly so the smell didn't linger. No. The worst part was when the film actually started. One of them quickly revealed that they had never heard tell of the concept of whispering. And she was a questioner. Goddammit I hate questioners. My little sister's one. Remember the one that was part of the gang I talked about a few days ago. The voracious high spirited annoyances. Now I love my sister I really do. But she asks a hell of a lot of questions! And she has an annoying habit of walking in on the tail end of conversations and asked a question that requires me to go through the whole conversation again.
Anyway. The cinema talker people. She wasn't just a talker. When something happened that was kind of funny, the one closest to me (the most annoying is always closest to me. My bloody luck) would wait a few seconds, comment, wait another moment, then laugh.
We went to see Due Date. Not a bad movie but that's not what I'm talking about. There was a part where the main guy got shot in the leg. In her exact words she said:
Now that laugh may read quite sweet and cute. But it wasn't! I can promise you.Did he just get shot in the leg...............hehehehehe.
I may or may not have mentioned that I can be a bad, cruel mean person. These things are all true. But in person I'm actually very nice and pleasant and very easy to be around. Just ask any of the 3 people that can stand to be around me.
Again I feel I should use the animal comic relief system as this post was just a massive bitching session so here you go:
Friday, 5 November 2010
Congratulations Ben and Sinead
Serious short one today.
Just want to offer a quick congrats to Ben and Sinead who as of last night are parents to a beautiful baby girl. I don't think they have chosen a name yet. No news on whether they've asked anybody to be god parents. I'm awaiting my god father request. It should be here any minute. Otherwise I'll just tell people I'm the god father.
Ben has a reputation for being a bit dopey and so it's up to sinead and i speak for everyone when i say we hope yours are the dominant genes
Just want to offer a quick congrats to Ben and Sinead who as of last night are parents to a beautiful baby girl. I don't think they have chosen a name yet. No news on whether they've asked anybody to be god parents. I'm awaiting my god father request. It should be here any minute. Otherwise I'll just tell people I'm the god father.
Ben has a reputation for being a bit dopey and so it's up to sinead and i speak for everyone when i say we hope yours are the dominant genes
Thursday, 4 November 2010
Stereotypes make me laugh when others get in trouble for them
We were sitting in business studies today and we were asked why Ford might advertise at a football match. A guy, we'll call him The Idiot Who Never Stops Talking Even When He Is Just Digging A Huge Cavernous Grave For Himself From Which He Will Never Return. He said that because it was mainly men at football matches and men were usually the breadwinners who buy cars.
If looks could killConor The Idiot Who Never Stops Talking Even When He Is Just Digging A Huge Cavernous Grave For Himself From Which He Will Never Return would have spontaneously combusted. And after he said that, he wouldn't stop. It was sheer word vomit. The teacher asked him to stay behind because he had hugely offended her.
Oh Idiot Who Never Stops Talking Even When He Is Just Digging A Huge Cavernous Grave For Himself From Which He Will Never Return, you slay me.
But it got me thinking about other stereotypes. Like all Irish people are drinkers, teenagers are all mischievous trouble-makers and Americans are all fat. I have an English script to write and as i mentioned in an earlier post i am an extreme procrastinator and so to kill time I'm going to shoot down these stereotypes one at a time.
1. The Irish drinker thing. It has recently came to my attention that there is some statistic or other that says Irish people consume more alcohol that any other nation. this doesn't help my case at all. However it just isn't true. We don't all drink. That's sheer insane stupidity. I mean if every Irish person drank, then there would be no designated drivers to take the completely inebriated home. And I'm sure bartenders aren't allowed to be drunk on the job. You gotta think smart people.
2. The teenagers thing? Come on. I'm a teenager my self 2 months away from my 17th birthday. Soon I'll be driving (hopefully) and I'll be going to university (even more hopefullier). I have a hoodie and i wear it...wait for it.......IN PUBLIC :O i know right? scary. Gangly guys and girls wearing comfortable jumpers, which are just the coziest, around other human beings. The nerve. I bet you'd never see a six year old kid giving an old lady a dirty look or building a stereotype because they have grey hair or carry a handbag.
And each teenager has their own crippling issues ranging from
Mmmm pénne. Dinner time= happy time. Any way where was i? Teenagers. Nasty creatures. Glad I'm not one. Ive often been described as a grouchy old man in the body of a strapping teenage boy. Moral of the story. All teenagers are evil and no matter what they say , if they are wearing a hoodie they are almost guaranteed to attack you either verbally or physically. Except for me. Because i am only a teenager because my mind is too mature for my body. And because when i wear a hoodie. I make it look good.
And Finally number 3 the All Americans are fat thing. The only reason this is thought is because McDonald's is widely available in the every state in America. The Americans have brought so many different, not to mention brilliant, things to the world. Now whilst i am sure they exist i am only 16 and while my behaviour may be matured, i cannot think of what they have created for us. Plus i am FAR too lazy to research this kind of thing for a blog. But rest assured that these AMERICAN creations exist
FIRST MAN ON THE MOON. HA that one just came to me. Well yeah Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were the first men on the moon. American men at that.
In the words of Toby Turner "This is the laziest blog series ever."
That may be true, i don't know I'm too lazy to find out.
If looks could kill
Oh Idiot Who Never Stops Talking Even When He Is Just Digging A Huge Cavernous Grave For Himself From Which He Will Never Return, you slay me.
But it got me thinking about other stereotypes. Like all Irish people are drinkers, teenagers are all mischievous trouble-makers and Americans are all fat. I have an English script to write and as i mentioned in an earlier post i am an extreme procrastinator and so to kill time I'm going to shoot down these stereotypes one at a time.
1. The Irish drinker thing. It has recently came to my attention that there is some statistic or other that says Irish people consume more alcohol that any other nation. this doesn't help my case at all. However it just isn't true. We don't all drink. That's sheer insane stupidity. I mean if every Irish person drank, then there would be no designated drivers to take the completely inebriated home. And I'm sure bartenders aren't allowed to be drunk on the job. You gotta think smart people.
2. The teenagers thing? Come on. I'm a teenager my self 2 months away from my 17th birthday. Soon I'll be driving (hopefully) and I'll be going to university (even more hopefullier). I have a hoodie and i wear it...wait for it.......IN PUBLIC :O i know right? scary. Gangly guys and girls wearing comfortable jumpers, which are just the coziest, around other human beings. The nerve. I bet you'd never see a six year old kid giving an old lady a dirty look or building a stereotype because they have grey hair or carry a handbag.
And each teenager has their own crippling issues ranging from
WHY DON'T PEOPLE LIKE METo
HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY OH I'M SO HAPPY EVERYBODY LOOK AT ME CAUSE I'M ECSTATIC FOR NO DISCERNIBLE REASON. I'M SO HAPPYI call these people the voracious high spirited annoyances. Oh my how they annoy me. My own sister is one. Always singing singing singing and watching frigging Disney channel which, i won't lie has maybe 2 good/ semi decent shows on it. Phineas and Ferb being the best.
Mmmm pénne. Dinner time= happy time. Any way where was i? Teenagers. Nasty creatures. Glad I'm not one. Ive often been described as a grouchy old man in the body of a strapping teenage boy. Moral of the story. All teenagers are evil and no matter what they say , if they are wearing a hoodie they are almost guaranteed to attack you either verbally or physically. Except for me. Because i am only a teenager because my mind is too mature for my body. And because when i wear a hoodie. I make it look good.
And Finally number 3 the All Americans are fat thing. The only reason this is thought is because McDonald's is widely available in the every state in America. The Americans have brought so many different, not to mention brilliant, things to the world. Now whilst i am sure they exist i am only 16 and while my behaviour may be matured, i cannot think of what they have created for us. Plus i am FAR too lazy to research this kind of thing for a blog. But rest assured that these AMERICAN creations exist
FIRST MAN ON THE MOON. HA that one just came to me. Well yeah Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were the first men on the moon. American men at that.
In the words of Toby Turner "This is the laziest blog series ever."
That may be true, i don't know I'm too lazy to find out.
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