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 who threatened 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

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 sad

The 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