It's the end of the year as we know it.

Well, Christmas has pretty much taken leave for another year. As if you'd forgotten or something. The remains of the turkey were decimated and put into a lovely soup. The brandy butter is long since finished. Still got several chocolate confectioneries to finish off though, which is always pleasing. If you're still celebrating then STOP! It's new years. Celebrate that.

I did get bored one day and make up a Christmas play list, but I didn't post it because anyone who spends any of their Christmas on their computers and their facebooks etc deserves to be shot. Which is most of my friends according to facebook. Darn.

I might post aforementioned playlist in July, just to be difficult.

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So twenty-ten's about to pop its clogs. In case you'd forgotten or something. Wasn't too bad, was it?

Moving house! Teh Challenge! College! Vuvuzelas! It worked out alright.

Most of it.

I'm half tempted to do one of those list things; The Best ______ of 2010. But I've just realised I've barely seen any movies or heard any albums or read any books that came out this year. Except Kick Ass. That is a great great movie. And Iron Man 2. Which is rubbish.

Chrithtmath Lythp

All I want for Chrithtmath ith:

Headphoneth
Yoshimi Battleth the Pink Robotth by The Flaming Lythp
Airplane! on DVD
F1 2010 on PTH3 *trollfathe*
Money, that'th what I want
Happy Birthday by Modethelektor
A Bit of Fry and Laurie on DVD
My two front teeth
Nathional Exthprethth Wetht Midlandth butheth to be more reliable
Money, maketh the world go round
COD Black Opth (LOL jk, I have a life. Wait, no, hang on...)
Half Life 2 Ep 3
Hell to freethe over
Reality TV to go out of fathion
Money, get away
You
Immortality, abtholute power
David Cameron to thtop all thith thocial clenthing and thtop taking from the poor and giving to the rich and the richer
Boothe
Your mom
Blaaargh

Pwetty pweathe.

Christmas List

All I want for Christmas is:

Headphones
Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots by The Flaming Lips
Airplane! on DVD
F1 2010 on PS3 *trollface*
Money, that's what I want
Happy Birthday by Modeselektor
A Bit of Fry and Laurie on DVD
My two front teeth
National Express West Midlands buses to be more reliable
Money, makes the world go round
COD Black Ops (LOL jk, I have a life. Wait, no, hang on...)
Half Life 2 Ep 3
Hell to freeze over
Reality TV to go out of fashion
Money, get away
You
Immortality, absolute power
David Cameron to stop all this social clensing and stop taking from the poor and giving to the rich and the richer
Booze
Your mom
Blaaargh

Pwetty pwease.

"Cassius"

So small font is all the rage, according to facebook.

I hope you can read this, 'you' being a mostly imaginary audience. I imagine. Or me, when I read this back.

Having a blast at college. Met some great people. Couple of great nights out; Right Of Passage 12: nicking a traffic cone, check. There isn't a terribly exciting story to go with that unfortunately. We saw a cone minding its own business on the road, and I slogged it halfway to my mates house where it sat in the kitchen. Meanwhile we headbanged to Chelsea Dagger. Fuck yeah.

Went to my first gig on Wednesday as well. It was Foals, so there was no alcohol, but still it was a laugh. Brilliant band.

So yeah, that's it. Normal font size will resume whenever the hell I feel like writing.

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"Will you be there, be there, be there for meee" - Foals, 'Miami'

The Cramped College for Attractive Sardines

Oh look! Its another blog entry! That didn't come weeks after the last one! This is promising...

I haven't mentioned my new bedroom. It was actually completed some time ago now. Its very nice, as promised its bigger than my last one, its got a bed, drawer, etc. One thing it hasn't got is a desk, which I'd quite like for my laptop. I'm still using my laptop in the lounge, which is usually fine, sitting on the sofa with my brothers and my dad around maybe watching TV can be better than being isolated in a bedroom like I used to be, but sometimes a bit of privacy helps. And that's another thing my bedroom doesn't really have. Neither of my brothers have bedrooms, still, and so they're sleeping in the attic, still. The way to get to the attic is a small wooden stairway. Which is in my bedroom. Also, the entrance to the attic is a square hatch without a door, so I can hear most things that go on in there and they can hear almost anything that goes on in my bedroom. So yeah.

My dads currently working on my brothers bedroom, putting the carpet down.

The Saga Continues...

Hopefully it'll be over by Christmas...


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So now I'm in college. Yay. No more uniform, a more relaxed environment, and only doing the lessons I want to. Yay. Getting up at half six to leave at half seven to arrive for quarter to nine. Woop.


Two immediate impressions I got from the place, 1; Cadbury college is The Cool College for Attractive People. Generally less on the cool side, but some of the teachers are rather fantastic to be taught by. The sheer number of students who are Barbie Doll botox beautiful is staggering. That may be a slight exaggeration, but I wouldn't put it past them that they only allow you to enroll if you're at least reasonably attractive. 2; Cadbury college is The Cramped College for Sardines. 'Nuff said.


I enjoyed my first week(ish) there. My tutor period is on Tuesdays and our tutor is an English teacher slightly off her rocker in a completely good way, so I'm glad about that. I also met a brilliant girl called Laura. I would describe her in more detail (in a totally non-creepy way) but I don't think I need to say anything more than that she works Saturdays as a paintballing supervisor (type thing) and that she once accidentally got high with her mum at a music festival. I think I'm going to enjoy my time at Cadders.

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"Here's to you, Mrs Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you could know, wo wo wo," - Simon & Garfunkel, 'Mrs Robinson'

The Challenge

Ah... Hi there... haven't seen you in a while... Me? Avoiding you? Never! ...I've just been... occupied... Cheating? On you? Never! ...I've been busy... No, really.

Well sort of busy.

Not busy working on any personal projects I may have started. I probably would have been, but then this thing simply called The Challenge pops up.

For the first two weeks of the holiday, I get into a panic, because I know I've applied, but haven't been sent any information regarding when I'm actually meant to meet up to be coached off to Wales.

Eventually, I get the information and having met up with my group and team mentors, we're all coached off to Wales.

The Challenge consists of three weeks, taking place from July to September (the last week is staggered throughout three days in August and four weekends, either Saturdays or Sundays in September). The first week is the personal challenge (read in dramatic announcers voice, like that bloke off The X Factor and E4) in which we were all booted off to a residential place in Wales to embark on an adventure course-type-thing.

This consisted in us undertaking a number of physical challenges which, from the eyes of a mostly indoorsy type teenager, or in fact any teenager, could only be considered as gruelling. For example, the very first thing we did when we arrived, apart from making our beds, was to jog up to the beech and run, fully clothed into the freezing ocean. This is fondly referred to as a 'jog & dip'. I have to admit though, I did rather enjoy it. I know! I make up words as well!

I did rather enjoy doing the rest of the challenges set as well. I enjoyed canoeing with a couple of people I'd never met before, though less so hitting a moored boat and capsizing due to a steering mishap. I enjoyed the two day exhibition up the side of Kadir Igris (second highest mountain in Wales I'll have you know, excuse me, my monocle's slipping, there we are) and camping next to a lake and enjoying simply the most beautiful sunset I've ever seen, watching as its golden-orange rays wash out over the landscape just below us. It made the fact I had to climb the mountain practically wearing a tent all the more worthwhile. I also enjoyed rock climbing, on a proper rick face, none of that pansy 'climbing wall' stuff, until I realised having got about half way up that I wasn't getting any further because I couldn't get my foot in the right position to provide me with any purchase to push myself upwards, which was quite disheartening and odd, because everyone else managed it.

The whole point if the week though, was to build confidence in yourself and meet all these new people who you were sharing experiences with to build social skills, and leadership skills, and to prepare you for the second week of The Challenge (Dun dun).

Oh, and the food at that place was lacklustre at best.

The second week was the team challenge. This consisted of the four different teams in the group going somewhere, meeting people, and making something inspired by the place they went and the people they met. It took place in some residential flats in Birmingham.

Our group visited a daycare centre at a church for old people, some of whom suffered from dementia. We (politely) asked them questions, they told us stories, we wrote down what they said.

They day after we spent the day in a rather dingy old building (sometimes used by actors from the REP theatre to rehearse, and currently being used because the REP theatre is being refurbished, from what I understand) with a director from the REP who played a couple of drama games with us and then directed us on how to turn what we had written down of the old peoples words into a monologue, which we did in four small groups, one person being nominated to perform in each. I was nominated for my group.

(The way people were put into groups was to have them list the top three available 'subjects' they would mostly be interested in. The were four groups, Sport, Enterprise, Media and Performance. Most people only ended up with their second or third choice. Since our group was Performance, or 'Team Delicious' as we'd dubbed ourselves, oh god, it was seen fit that we should perform on the presentation 'festival' on Thursday of week two. Likewise, Media would be doing a film, Sport something sport related, etc.)

We then performed our monologues to the old people at the daycare centre. They weren't amused. In fact, many of them didn't have a clue what was going on, the poor souls. Naturally, me being a bassy voiced teenager, not a word of mine was heard. Except the ones about America, which sent one person into a monologue of his own about how he had been to America, and how everything there was bigger. This prompted several more life stories to be told, which were actually vaguely pleasant and quite fascinating to hear.

On the Thursday the Director Person (whose name I forget, he was a fantastic bloke, though) took our four individual monologues and put them into a piece of drama, a sort of narration rather than a narrative, about memories and how stories live on even as the people who tell them don't. It could have been a steaming pile of pretentious, sentimental crap, but it didn't. It worked really well, got good responses at the 'festival', and all to the credit of Mr Director Person Man, who put it all together within a space of a few hours in time for the 'festival' in the evening. Oh, and to the wonderful people who performed in it as well, of course.

The evenings were spent at this residential areas bar, where we could just generally mingle with all the other people. The bar itself was only open to soft drinks, neither shaken nor stirred, they came in cans. A lot of our evening time was used up by a challenge or game one of the mentors would set up for each evening. Often, they sucked, but the Tribal Wars was fun. We all used girls make up as war paint and everything.

The personal challenge challenged us all mentally, it put us completely out of our comfort zones so we could achieve something we never even thought we would be doing, never mind could be doing. Another way in which we were challenged was to share flats with three other people and a mentor, where we had to share flat-keeping duties amongst ourselves such as cooking, cleaning, making lunch, etc. (Tip from my flatmate: When making something with rice, such as a curry, add a spoonful of butter to the rice as it boils. It makes the rice come out all, well, buttery and creamy. Just do it. Do it now.) And all of this was more preparation still for the third week, the real challenge. ohgodohgod.

The real challenge was staggered; the first half of the challenge would take place over three days from the following Monday to Wednesday. Rather than staying somewhere else, we were allowed home between challenge-doing, which was considerate. We would convene at Lordswood Girls school from ten 'till five, where we had to come up with our own pitch for an event that we could hold in September relating to what we'd already done on week two. Our pitch would then be presented in front of three 'dragons', ala Dragon's Den, who were three doing-well business men from Birmingham. Whether the pitch was any good or not, they would then grant us one hundred pounds to do it with. Because our team planned so well and because we're so hardcore, we only asked for seventy five pounds, 'cos it's all we needed. Yeah baby.

Of course the whole thing with the 'dragons' was pointless as we were all going to get our money anyway otherwise there would be no more challenge and the whole thing would have come to nothing. Except for boosted confidence, improved leadership skills and better skillz in general. But the whole point of week three is so we can apply our skillz wot we learn'd, because otherwise we wouldn't be able to 'graduate' and we'd all... um... combust. Or something.

Mind you, without the whole 'dragons' thing the whole planning thing would have been so boring and tedious that we'd all have much rather chosen combustion.

So the second part of the real challenge, referred to as the ongoing real challenge, takes place over four Saturdays, voted for because we don't like Sundays, in September. The last Saturday in September is our graduation, which, according to the website, involves us all being handed certificates and having our hands shaken by Boris Johnson, which will be ni - well - interesting.

You don't really want to know our plan, by the way. It's a slightly lame excuse for a community event that will be held at another old peoples daycare centre where both old and young people and people of all ages in between will be invited to partake in such activities as karaoke, a raffle, buying home made cakes, EXTREME STORYTELLING, and stuff. I'll bet you stopped reading at 'karaoke', but started reading again at 'EXTREME STORYTELLING'. Anyhow, it'll be like a primary school summer fair with grandparents.

Its goal would be to bring different generations of the community together. But we can't even do that now, because the care home its actually being held at is too small and doesn't have the facilities needed to accommodate anyone other than the people it already accommodates. So it'll just be an event for the old people there. However, I would much rather not combust, and will work with the frankly amazing people I've met of The Challenge to see it done, with all the enthusiasm I can muster (strikes a heroic pose).

Currently, I'm waiting to embark on the fifth day of the ongoing actual real real reel challenge. We've visited the old peoples home already and its a very pleasant place, most of the people living there are very pleasant as well. We'll be going back there this coming Saturday to hand out personal invitations for the event, even though they're the only ones coming and they're there anyway.

I did go on a camping trip for a week in Cumbria who works at a cafe there. A little place called Keswick is where we stayed. It's town centre was built entirely for tourists, it being filled with outdoors and camping shops, restaurants, pubs and tiny little museums which take no longer than half an hour to look through. We went up there, me my brothers and my dad, to see my cousin who worked in a small pleasant cafe that overlooked the lake, surrounded by rather pretty hills and mountains. My cousin herself was staying in a pretty little shack that was being invaded by Japanese knot weeds. We enjoyed her company and we enjoyed walking along side the lake and up to the top of a hill, and we generally enjoyed most things for the week until rain happened on the last day and soaked everything to death.

Realising that this blog is now roughly the length of a short story, I was going to save that last paragraph for another blog. But it was only one bloody paragraph, I couldn't leave the poor sod on its own.

So now the summer holidays are over, my brothers are back to school, my dad's back to work, and I'm off on my first year at college. Ooh! Relative excitement!

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"If we could look at all our obstacles in life as a series of challenges..." - Alex Day

This blog

So it's now exactly two months since my last blog post. Ha.

Since then I've moved house, properly, finished my GCSEs and been to my college introduction day.

I'm quite chuffed.

However, I've still somehow managed to not finish painting my bedroom, so I'm still shacked up in the loft with my brothers all sleeping on airbeds.

I could be painting right now, actually.

I'm sorry this isn't even remotely interesting. I'm just not doing anything interesting as of late.

This, incidentally, is far more interesting. http://beasthouse-lm2.blogspot.com/ We've even got the same colour background!

I for one, though, did very much enjoy the new series of Doctor Who. And yes, that is all I wanted to say. Why it took twelve lines of text, I'm not sure.

Is that how conversations work? They'd be a lot shorter without any small talk wouldn't they?

In the middle of our street.

So its been over a month since I last posted. Boo hoo. No one's reading this. Get over it, no one.

So yeah, I moved house over the Easter holidays (remember them?), after three years of a move being definite, we've finally done it. Hoorah, etc.

It wasn't like what you're shown on TV, everything happening more or less simultaneously with big trucks moving boxes full of your stuff. We just kind of moved in and moved our stuff in gradually. We're still moving in fact. I don't have a bedroom. And neither do my brothers, or dad. Me and my brothers are sleeping in sleeping bags in the loft and dad is sleeping on the couch bed downstairs.

The house we used to have was a posh big Edwardian one, separated into flats. Sure, ours was a three story flat, but contrary to popular belief at school we weren't any better off than anyone else. Not by that much anyway.

The house I live in now is naturally smaller than the Edwardian one, but it isn't a flat and we have more space. My bedrooms no longer referred to as 'the Tube', for instance. Mind you, wasn't that bad, had everything I need. But now I can have Moar.

Also, our house has two bathrooms, unlike the flat. Also unlike the flat, it has a shower. I like showers.

So yeah, new house. Only thing is, is its location; Quinton, Birmingham. A lot of the population seems to be chavs. Admittedly its not all bad though. I mean I haven't been stabbed yet *touches wood*.

Watch this space, I'll probably update in a few years.

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"Nothings gonna change my world" - John Lennon

Guess Whose Back... and other slogans.

Doctor Who is back today! But you new that already, didn't you? Any way, I've done this, cos I can.

Good god...

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I'm Gonna Spend My Christmas With a Dalek - The Go Go's

Who Is The Doctor - Jon Pertwee

Doctorin' the Tardis - The Timelords (The KLF)

Exterminate Annihilate Destroy - Rotersand

One of These Days - Pink Floyd

Remote Control - The Clash

Onward - Dr. Noise

An Awful Lot of Running - Chameleon Circuit


Yeah... well... ohbequiet.

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"Repression... Gonna be a Dalek, repression... I am a robot, repression... I obey" - The Clash

Youtube, What Happened To You?

It being the 1st April and -allegedly- the day my school breaks up for the Easter holidays, I did wander if that was all going to be one big April fools prank. Thankfully, it wasn't.

Right, better spend the holidays revising then.

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I was going to end this blog right there and then, but having seen what YouTube has done to itself I feel the need to rant about it. Feel free to bear with me.

Personally, I seriously dislike this new layout. Firstly, I don't understand why they got rid of the sidebar, which was easy and simple and a good way for a vlogger to laugh at his or herself if they pointed in the wrong direction. Where is the fun in just pointing up or down? Secondly, I think that putting some of the info under the video title is far less aesthetically pleasing than just the video title on its own. Frankly, this layout is ugly and now I'm going to be looking at the Next in subscriptions box thinking that's where I'll find all the info.

Thirdly, I don't see what was wrong with the star rating; I may be over critical but I'd watch some videos think 'well some bits I loved but that bit sucked' and rate it three stars, to let the uploader know it wasn't bad, but could be better. Not something everyone is interested in, but I would be on my videos.

And while you can still like peoples comments, you can no longer see what other people rated them -except for the top rated ones. So if someone wanted to thumb up a comment they liked particularly funny, or thumb down a comment they found particularly offensive, well now they can't. The only thing that seems to have been improved is the embed option, although I haven't tried it yet so for all I know it could be no easier.

The next-in-subscriptions-bar is convenient, but I never ever felt the need to complain about clicking the YouTube logo at the top of the page to go back to home so I could click on the next subscription. Its almost like YouTube are taking its users, such as myself, as idiots.

Agree? Disagree? Leave what you think in my Twitter! Links in the Sidebar.

Wait...

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"I don't know what to do, stuff it." - Rick C

War on Youth... ???

If this is what we're going to be left for, then its no wonder we wear hoodies and go around stabbing people.

http://www.nme.com/blog/index.php?blog=10&p=8181&more=1

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"The rats and the children follow me out of town, come on kids" - Radiohead, 'Kid A'

I knew there was something I wanted to do last week...

So I haven't posted in here for a little while. Just acknowlageing that.

Meanwhile, the Formula 1 season 2010.

I have to say, Bahrain was never going to be that exciting as a grand prix, but wasn't that exciting as an opener to the season, it had its moments, mind. Austrailia should be good though.

And...

Lotus,

Senna,

Michael Schumacher,

It's going to be helluva good season.

Oh, and Portal 2 has been announced. I'm hella excited.

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"There's absolutely nothing wrong with the car, except that it's on fire." - Murray Walker

Merry Tuesday, and a Happy Rest-of-the-week

These wireless headphones I got for my birthday back in January are really pissing me off, about ten minutes into using them. The reason I'm using them now when I got them two months ago is because the ones I was using up until today have packed in; I can only hear through one headphone.

So I decided to use these wireless ones that had been sitting around for a while.

- The background noise from the receivers built in (wireless remember, they have an emitter that's plugged into the PC) is really irritating, a constant soft psssshhhhh through everything you're doing.

- They're not like conventional headphones that sit on your head, these ones clip onto each ear, which is a hassle and I'm not entirely used to them yet.

- Most annoying; they have a radio function. Neither is it necessary when A) you have real, good ol' fashioned radios and B) you can listen to most radio stations on the internet, but to access the function all you do is press a small button marked 'scan' on the right headphone. When adjusting this headphone, I accidentally thumbed the button. All sound from John Green's mouth on Youtube stopped as his lips kept moving, and then I heard white noise. And, as of now, I can't get John Green back.

- The sound quality really isn't that good anyway.

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It was my mums birthday yesterday. Mummy's Birthday! I brought her a QI book of quotations. I'll have a look through it at some point and maybe post a few. She also got a satnav.

Here's a nice idea, since my gran is now a photographer, not employed, but she's entered competitions and such, she's learnt the basics of Photoshop and computers, and she compiled an album of pictures of my mothers life up to now (well, fairly recently) on a CD that she gave to her. It was fun to look at.

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So yeah, March. I think its pretty much going to be both the best and the worst month of the year so far for me. Firstly; because new Doctor Who starts. Hang on, I feel like that should be in capitals. NEW DOCTOR WHO STARTS!!!!11111! And so does the new season of F1. Featuring Jenson Button in Mclaren. And Michael Schumacher back racing after several years of retirement. Michael. Fucking. Schumacher.

And then, I'm pretty sure I've got some exams to do this month. I've definitely got a science one tomorrow, but they're not long. From March onwards, I think the pace of exams will pick up a little. But its from now until June, hopefully it will be a tad less stressful than the two weeks full of exams before Christmas, so now we can just study one subject at a time. Hopefully.

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I'm aware that this is my first entry in a short while. It's mainly because I've had nothing to type about or I've been too busy to type. Ah well.

On Sunday I emailed off my entry to a competition running at school which will see the top ten entries getting published in a book. Published. In a book. This is a writing competition, by the way, in case you hadn't guessed, in which you could get your writing published. In a book.

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"Its easy to be miserable. Being happy is tougher - and cooler." - Thom Yorke

Mostly Miserable

Yesterday, my internet connection started working again. After not working since last weekend. Not only that, but the weather for the week has been mostly miserable, and it was my half term break. Woop-de-doo.

I'm really quite glad I have internet access. Without it, I'd feel isolated, pessimistic and depressed. Damn, its good to have it back.

So, yeah. *Shuffles feet awkwardly* Boring week. Spent most of it playing Fallout 3. Which is a great game. Currently, I should be doing work for Media Studies.

I wish there was more to type, but there just isn't.

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"Stupid trivial shit you don't care anything about, things you're not even remotely interested in" - George Carlin

Babies with angel wings floating around shooting heart-shaped arrows at people

1. The Beatles - All You Need Is Love - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBkYIsixcwk

2. The Dandy Warhols - I Love You - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNx2VC3DDck

3. Nirvana - Heart Shaped Box - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kiTaBAt8zI

4. My Bloody Valentine - Sometimes - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iT5EuTlHOM

5. Radiohead - All I Need - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgYBeuM5KHY

6. Pink Floyd - Pigs On The Wing (Parts 1 & 2) - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GmCKvY684WI

7. Alan Lastufka & Tom Milson - Can't - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEiGCDxIlbM&feature=related

8. Thomas J Marchant - Nancy - http://soundclick.com/share?songid=7699451

9. The Horrors - Who Can Say - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNjcSgU0Nrg

10. The Smiths - There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INgXzChwipY

11. Joy Division - Love Will Tear Us Apart - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mr55OQw1XSc&feature=related

12. Led Zeppelin - Thank You - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q7gMePDTOPM

13. Thom Yorke - iluvya - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ntvEk67vyCo

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"True love waits in haunted attics" - Radiohead, 'True Love Waits'

pffffftt?

Just a quick one to mention the awesome party I went to on Saturday, courtesy of my good friend Hannah who is now 16.

Not much to say about it though other than that I just had a really good time with some mates there. And yes, I danced to the timewarp.

Progress on the new house is, well, progressing. Wall paper stripping, redecorating, and we need a TV.

Other than that, pffffftt.

Clud.

Two things I learnt today.

Thing 1: Canned Pepsi tastes better than bottled Pepsi.

Thing 2: 'Clud' is an awesome word that my brother made up and should adorn the pictures of all superhero comics.


Picture a scene.


Superheroman spots a badguy.


Superheroman swoops down to punch badguy.


*Clud!*


Badguy hits ground.


Its alot funnier when its said aloud. Shut up. Yes it is.

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*smileyface*

Car crashes are a great way to meet people.

My mum was telling me at dinner of how she had a small collision with another car coming home from work.

And it got me thinking.

Every time you crash into another car, you're likely to meet someone new; the driver of said car. Durr. But wouldn't it make a nice story if you absolutely fell in love with the person you crashed into?

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking of ways to stop me thinking.

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While writing this, I'm listening to an album by a person called Tom Milsom.

Its bloody excellent.

http://tommilsom.bandcamp.com/

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*Insert goodbye quote here*

Faintly there comes the dull rattle of machine-guns

Last week I mentioned something about moving house by the end of January. Hasn't happened. Quite frankly, this is a good thing; the house we are going to move into isn't ready, my bedroom-to-be (???) still needs wallpaper stripping.

We no longer have to be out by January anyway because one of my neighbors has signed a lawsuit, or something, so that the person trying to buy our place basically can't until stuff is sorted out properly. Even though said neighbor was offered something like 35 grand to move to a new place, and the person buying offered to help find said new place for him.

So yeah, anyway.

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I think I watched the worst film I've ever seen last night. It was called '2012: Doomsday', obviously to cash in on the success of '2012'... by trying to fool people into thinking they;re buying a copy of '2012'? Seems to have worked, cos my dad brought it. Not surprisingly, it had an apocalyptic theme that was set in the year 2012. However, probably unlike '2012' -I have to admit I haven't actually seen '2012' yet- 'Doomsday' turned out to be a story about faith and god killing nearly all human life on the planet so that human life could 'start again', like a second Noah's Ark flooding thing, just with everything else as well. Aside from the terrible plot, the film was absolutely jam-packed with cheap special effects ('special' as in 'special needs' perhaps?), bad acting, bad direction, stereotyped characters, and more pretentious christian faith stuff than you can shake a crucifix at.

For god sake, save yourselves and do not watch '2012: Doomsday'.

I might revise that and put it in a magazine.

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I'm listening to 'Mechanize' by Fear Factory while writing this. Don't normally listen to much metal, but I'm kinda liking this.

www.myspace.com/FearFactory

Check them out. They pioneered melody in death metal and seem to enjoy making concept albums, so you could argue they're sorta like Pink Floyd for metal?

Thank Myles Dyer for making me aware of them. blade376.com/

'Final Exit' is brilliance.

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I just finished writing my Literature essay about Journey's End. I'm quite pleased.

For those who are curious, Journey's End is a play set in the First World War written by someone who fought in it, based on their experiences.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Journey%27s_En Here you go, can't be arsed to write about it again.

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"Very faintly there comes the dull rattle of machine guns and the fevered spatter of rifle fire." - Extract from Journey's End.

Had an exam today, but you don't wanna hear about that. I'll blog about a dream I had instead.

Had a strange dream last night... or a night at least. I think it was last night. Lets just assume it was.

Had a strange dream last night. Could almost call it a nightmare, first one I've had in literally ages.

Started off normal enough, as dreams do, with me and my family in our car driving towards a tunnel on a motorway. Except we couldn't go through the tunnel, because of a large fire blocking the exit. So we turned round, and went onto this 'spaghetti junction' type road. On a completely separate lane, there was this large, menacing looking dark green military vehicle which doesn't exist in real life that had crashed. Seemingly one of its computer system thingies had malfunctioned because it was firing missiles going every which way into the sky. I worked out that it was one of those that caused the tunnel-entry-blocking fire, and realised that we were in danger of dying when I looked out of the window only to see one of the missiles coming towards us.

I literally thought I was going to die.

And then of course, I woke up. It was like when, back in the good ol' days of 'video', when someone recorded something wrong so that the very end of a programme was missing. Except this time, I didn't really want to know what happened.

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"I literally thought I was going to die.

And then of course, I woke up."

Biggest. Cop out. Evar.

I should be writing an essay anyway. Not this toss.

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"Goodbye everybody." - Dr Nick, The Simpsons

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So got home from school today, only to remember I had my annual appointment at the childrens hospital for a doctor to inspect my nose. At 5:50. This was 4:30. Meh, plenty of time.

A few years back I had to go to hospital to have some polyps surgically removed from my nose as they were blocking it (they were literally about the size of grapes). Because I have cystic fibrosis, having the anaesthetic for it would decrease my lung function by 40-50%, whereas any normal person would only suffer a decrease of about 20%, which is why I had to spend a week in a shared ward with tubes up my arms being pumped with stuff and cat piss every morning and evening.

Anyway, one impromptu trip to the CH with my dad later, we arrived on time, saw the doctor, he looked up my nose, told me I had loads of (presumably little) polyps that were surely affecting my smell and taste and got me thinking about when I should have them removed. But basically, everything turned out fine.

Oh, and my brothers mate came round and played Guitar Hero 5 and laughed at failblog for a while.

Right, thats todays blog, now if you excuse me I've got to go and type words into openoffice and call it a 'Literature essay'.

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"I'm just a regular guy." - Ty the regular guy, Wheezywaiter's tuesday vlogs

Anywho.

I've been blogging for a week now, every day, without fail. Give the man a medal. Or... not. Y'know. Whatever. It's cool. Bastards.

Blogging everyday. Wonder how much longer that'll last.

Anywho.

Spent most of my school day at the Crescent Theatre today. Watched a sort-of production aptly (though not particularly interestingly) titled 'The Poetry Show'. It was four actors, one of them a sort-of host, the others all taking part in a 'competition' in which they would perform their interpretations of particular poems to win the audiences favour. Some of the interpretations/performances were actually quite good, involving props, quick costumes and the other actors taking small parts.

Overall the production featured the actors all interacting with the audience at some stage, bringing a microphone into the seating for people from whichever school (there were several schools apart from my own there as well) to comment on the performances, and at one point hot-seat the actors who would play a certain persona (ya see Mrs Tinson?) as portrayed in certain poems.

The poems in question by the way, were all from an anthology we all had to study. It was obvious how the whole production was meant to help us in our GCSEs. The give away was a section they did about half way through specifically about answering exam questions. Nail biting stuff.

Returned to school just in time for lunch, a half hour registration (grr, I think I'll do a blog just to rant about that one day...) and a lesson of Literature. And an after school revision session for Geography.

And I don't really know why, but I've felt a little angsty all through today.

Ahh well, Mondays blog. I hope I don't bore you to death with these things.

Hehe, I love the way I assumed my Literature teacher will read this at some point.

Is that a bad sign?

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"My entrance is my own creation, my grand finale, my good bye." - Public Image Ltd, 'Public Image'

Anyway.

Just listened to Kid A, Amnesiac, Amnesiac b sides and I Might Be Wrong: Live Recordings by Radiohead all in one go. Wow.

Also watched Fido last night. What bloody fantastic film. Quite gory too.

Anyway.

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So my parents had been threatening to buy a new house for the best part of three years, untill my dad finally bought one last year. Great news, it'll mean I've got a bigger bedroom, my younger brother won't have to sleep with my younger younger brother and I'll be closer to my freinds and it'll all be fantastic.

Me and my brothers and my dad have all been working on it sporadically since before christmas, cleaning it, replacing wallpapers and carpets, putting furnature and all that stuff. Y'know, so you can live in it. Haven't been working on it so much recently, mainly because of christmas and all that excess snow. I was going to go up with dad and do some work today, but realised that wasn't going to happen when I saw the note he'd left on the table downstairs telling me he'd gone on his own. Ah well.

Thing is, the place (an edwardian house split into flats) I live in now is rented, but -if I've heard stuff correctly- we're going to be kicked out by febuary. Which is next week, more or less.

Damn.

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"I don't wanna go..." - 10th Doctor, 'The End of Time (Part 2)'

Saterday's Blog

I had pla -grr, f----ing font...- I had planned to go out today and meet up with some mates, but thanks to last nights watching of Brian Eno and Roxy Music documentries (untill 4am), I overslept. By the time I had got up, had lunch, washed my hair, shaved, dried hair, straightened hair and generally groomed myself, it was past 4pm going on 5.

So I thought 'well whats the point' and decided to stay in and do Literiture coursework due in for monday instead. Wasn't all bad. Its about the last scene of RC Sherriff's Journey's End, which I have really come to admire. I am currently writing an essay of the last scene, powerful stuff. Well, certainly emotional.

So yeah, Saterdays blog. Bring on Sunday...

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"Thank you everybody, Goodnight." - Thom Yorke, live in paris

Not about nothing

Nothing happened again today, I'm not really sure how the logistics of that work either, so I'm not going to write about it. Writing about 'nothing' would be boring enough, writing about it happening again would leave you foaming at the mouth.

So this'll be short.

After all, I've managed to post something everyday for the past week so far and didn't want to break the trend.

I've just watched a documentry about Brian Eno and just realised how bloody fantastic he is.

See? Not about nothing.

Tick Tack Toe

tick tack toe
give me yea give me no
give me three in a row
you got shot by a ufo

tick tack toe
what the hell are we meant to do
when this game gets old
which it inevitably will

tick tack toe
no checkers no board
we just slap each others hands
turn your fingers into a gun

tick tack toe
give me yea give me no
give me three in a row
you got shot by a ufo

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Nothing to write about today. Well I could write about today, but it would bore people into comas. So I decided to post a poem thingy I wrote a while ago about a game I heard two kids playing on the bus once.

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Cystic Fibrosis

I really thought I'd have nothing to type here to today, but it turns out that stuff happened, so I think I will type something.

I reckon it'd be good if I started by typing about how Cystic Fibrosis is a genetically inherited condition, and the fact that I've got it.

Right, done that, good.

I think I'll follow that by explaining a little bit about it.

Alright then. CF is a condition that effects my lungs and my digestive system; the mucus and stuph in my lungs is thicker than in normal peoples lungs, so its harder for my lungs to get rid of, and that means I may cough or become breathless, or get a horrible infection in there, I do treatment every evening to combat this. Also I take tablets every time I eat a meal, because if I don't, my food goes straight through me, nothing vital is absorbed, I get terrible diarrhea and eventually if nothing is done about it I starve.

Just so that doctors and people know that I'm ok and not in any danger of dying or getting my lungs horribly infected (slight exaggeration, perhaps) I go to a clinic at the childrens hospital every couple of months.

I always go with my brother, which makes sense since he's got it too, and we went straight from school to meet up with our mum. Except we couldn't get to outpatients because of a fire alarm (no fire, maybe a drill?) and the place was evacuated and a security guard was standing outside not letting people in. So, since there was no sign of mum outside, we hung around assuming she was late. Eventually she appeared, apparently from inside the building after waiting for far too long. Turned out the outpatients hadn't been evacuated because the alarm that was meant to go off in outpatients didn't, and no one in outpatients could hear the main fire alarm. So yeah, mum wasn't too happy.

And after all that explanation of CF, all those paragraphs, all that build up really was just to tell you about a fire alarm.

I really am just typing for the sake of it.

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If you want to know all about Cystic Fibrosis, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cystic_fibrosis

CF Trust UK http://www.cftrust.org.uk/

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"BYE, BYE, BYE, BYE, BYE!" - Alex Day

Cadbury flavoured

Yesterday I recieved a letter from Cadbury College telling me my application had been accepted, and that to confirm my place at Cadbury's I had to write my details on a postcard which I had to send back ASAP, which I did, and then turn up at the induction day later in the year.

It also told me the GCSE's I'd be required to get before they would let me in. I was pretty chuffed to discover that I already had said qualifications (5 GCSE's of grade C or above is what I needed including at least a grade C in English). I was told I got my A grade in English on friday.

So yeah,

Charlieissocoollike I pwnd you!!! Well, at English anyway. You did get a 'B' in the subject didn't you? Otherwise I'd be epicly failing rather than rubbing it in your face...

Today however, I discovered how Cadbury (the chocolate company, no relation to the college as far as I know) had sold out to an american company called Kraft.

Now all the Dairy Milk I eat -hydroginated fat an' all- will be american produced instead of british produced, if my understanding of how manufacturing and stuff works is correct (which it probably isn't).

I can hear George Cadbury spinning in his grave at 1000mph right now.

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"Fare-the-well" - Adamthealien

Hello, is there anybody in there?

"Hello and welcome, now bugger off"

Something I saw on someones doormat once when on holiday. I thought it was amusing.

Right, hi. Are introductions nessicary? I suppose...

I'm a 16 yeat old on his laptop in his bedroom. I really have nothing much to say other than "ZOMG I'm Borrreeeeed!!!", so rather than post that on facebook or twitter, I thought I'd make this instead.

I'm not sure why. Nobody is going to read it anyway. I guess I'll just put random thoughts here, get stuff off my chest. I am an optimist, honest. If I wasn't I'd have given up on life ages ago.

Goddamnit, now I just sound emo.

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Right, what are blogs for?

Yesterday I went to the national Autosport Live show thing. Lots of pretty cars and pretty women, a spectacular live show and Jenson Button. Would have enjoyed it alot more if there weren't so many people around. Ah well, live show was brilliant, and seeing Jenson Button too. And Richard Noble! The man behind the worlds fasted cars, he's about to make one that goes 1050mph. He stood a few feet infornt of me taking a picture with somebody else. I didn't talk to him, wouldn't know what to say.

Poor old Jason Plato at the live show... "I've always wanted to do this... HELLO BIRMINGHAM!" *silence*

B'ham makes a useless audience.

I went up to 'pigeon park' on Saterday for the first time in ages. Only been once before, and I think I should go again. Lots of fun, even if you're not really doing anything -somehow-.

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...How do end a blog entry exactly? Not like this, probably.

I'm not going to set a target or posting 'schedule' or anything like that. I don't want to put 'every day' and have someone look at my lack of posts and smirk to themselves.

I'll just end with a quote from youtube's Adamthealien;

"Fare-the-well."

It seems appropiate. Did I spell it right?