One more to go then. One more exam. This is my motivational thinking...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH"
You like?
Well then, a lot has happened since last post. I have done three exams (Music, Physics and Geography for anyone that cares) and I think I have failed two of them. Music went badly and Physics just tore my soul from my writhing corpse and used it to wipe it's bottom. (Yes, it really was that bad.) Geography went well. Too well in fact. It's trying to lull me into a false sense of security, but it's not going to work you hear me!
On a more important note, I went to London at the weekend instead of revising Geography. Nice. Went to the football at wembley. And, it was wet. Very wet. It didn't stop raining till I got into shelter. Yeah, thats typical. Oh well. Well, Millwall won. Thank god. I don't know what I'd have done if they'd lost again. Honestly. I might have turned into godzila or something.
Funny things at football...
Brother being bought a pint inside the ground and stood around for ten minutes not knowing what to do with it.
All the Millwall fans smoking in the toilets, with the police waiting outside, too scared to go in.
The effect of the smoke from the toilets... A plume of smoke, leading out the exit and entrance.
Two Millwall fans smoking a joint. In the ground. In plain sight.
A Millwall fan bringing a pint back to his seat, looks round suspiciously, then puts it down at his feet.
Millwall fan pitch invasions. Run onto park, raise arms, get rugby tackled by slightly chubby steward.
Millwall fan getting back into stands, leaving a steward with his shoe.
Afterwards, we went to a diner. An American Diner. Which sold burgers. And fries. But wouldn't do a meal deal with the two. And was feeding children for free. Ok, so what we need in London is more fat kids. Not a good idea.
Funny things my friends have said lately...
"It's little but thats the way I like it" (A friend about a tent)
"So, will it fit?" (A friend about a screw)
"Is it in yet?" (Same friend about same screw)
My friends are quite funny without realising it sometimes.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Monday, May 31
Monday, May 24
Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?
Hi all. It's been a while hasn't it?
Sorry. Stupid internet has been down bringing me back to a level of technology about the same as the dark ages... I do remember that I promised a pigeon post version of the blog if that were to happen again. Well, pigeons have a very annoying union people. And they want more seed than I can afford. I know what I'll do. I'll fly it out by British Airways... *shakes head sadly*
Well, on my return to bookface, I looked at my notifications. Oh. My. God. Lets just say I hit 3 figure numbers. Thats taken a while to make sure no-ones been insulting me. And no-one has. Thank you.
Anyway, this internet celibacy has reminded me of a far away time, when all I had to do in the house was read. Yeah, books people. They do still exist. Not these silly netbooks (get a proper laptop...) but paper and ink. Well, I was reminded that I like to read. I can actually cope with less technology, which is incredibly surprising. Look around right now. How much things are plugged in or battery powered? If it's more than 10, unplug 10 things that you don't need. If it's less, unplug half. Was that easy or hard? Could you cope without some of your stuff?
On to the next topic... WHY IS IT SO BLOODY HOT? Ok, for me, the seasons are autumn (september-november), winter (december-february), spring(march-may), summer (june-august). So, in my mind, it's still spring. So can somebody explain why the temperature is hitting 21 degrees celsius? I'm scottish. Therefore I like sun, but hate heat. I'm pretty sure that there have been many people sweating like fat kids in cake shops lately, and thats not a nice image.
I was in a tent on saturday night. By myself. In my back garden. Was very fun. Yeah, fun. I did not come into the house at half five and fall asleep on a sofa...
Hopefully, this makes up for my time away.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Sorry. Stupid internet has been down bringing me back to a level of technology about the same as the dark ages... I do remember that I promised a pigeon post version of the blog if that were to happen again. Well, pigeons have a very annoying union people. And they want more seed than I can afford. I know what I'll do. I'll fly it out by British Airways... *shakes head sadly*
Well, on my return to bookface, I looked at my notifications. Oh. My. God. Lets just say I hit 3 figure numbers. Thats taken a while to make sure no-ones been insulting me. And no-one has. Thank you.
Anyway, this internet celibacy has reminded me of a far away time, when all I had to do in the house was read. Yeah, books people. They do still exist. Not these silly netbooks (get a proper laptop...) but paper and ink. Well, I was reminded that I like to read. I can actually cope with less technology, which is incredibly surprising. Look around right now. How much things are plugged in or battery powered? If it's more than 10, unplug 10 things that you don't need. If it's less, unplug half. Was that easy or hard? Could you cope without some of your stuff?
On to the next topic... WHY IS IT SO BLOODY HOT? Ok, for me, the seasons are autumn (september-november), winter (december-february), spring(march-may), summer (june-august). So, in my mind, it's still spring. So can somebody explain why the temperature is hitting 21 degrees celsius? I'm scottish. Therefore I like sun, but hate heat. I'm pretty sure that there have been many people sweating like fat kids in cake shops lately, and thats not a nice image.
I was in a tent on saturday night. By myself. In my back garden. Was very fun. Yeah, fun. I did not come into the house at half five and fall asleep on a sofa...
Hopefully, this makes up for my time away.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Sunday, May 9
I'm Not Sorry- Pigeon Detectives.
I never thought my blog would last this long. Honestly, 26 posts! What have I been talking about? Oh yeah. Correction. What have I been ranting about?
Also, I know I'd never name my blog after a song again... I'm sorry. Seemed appropriate.
Ok, on to the matter at hand. Hi all. I feel better now. Friends have been comforting me. Which has helped. However, one person had a bigger impact on me than anyone else. They told me to stop being sorry. So I will. It's very hard to feel sorry for yourself when someone says it makes you look stupid. So, self pity has been replaced by guarded optimism. It's an improvement. However slight.
I have accepted that what happened was not Scotts fault. We are now fine. I know exactly who's fault it was and I am currently removing them from my life.
More on my last post. It was not directed at anyone in particular. Someone felt it was. I'm not sorry. You told me to stop being sorry, so I have. I did not mean for you to think you were a monster, but if you do, thats your problem. "You've made your bed, now go sleep in it", that's what you told me. Live by your own advice. You also said that everyone who reads this will think of you as a monster. Oh well, I'm not sorry. I'm not allowed or supposed to be anymore.
Thanks everyone. As I said, I feel better now. Apart from the fact I can still barely talk, but apart from that, I'm fine. Yay.
Well, it's that time of year that I hate. No, not exams. Spring. As a person with hayfever, I hate this time of year. Blocked nose, sore throat and eyes watering all the time. Makes me cranky. Very cranky. (Ok, crankier than normal then.) Why can everyone decide at exactly the same time that it's time to cut the grass, but they can't decide who's going to be in charge of the country? This annoys me.
Onto the next topic. The tories are in charge now. Now, all of you, stop kidding yourselves that Mr Clegg has any say on what goes on now. He doesn't. He'll kiss ass to stay depute. So, basically, if you voted Lib Dem. You voted tory. Well done. You've officially screwed Scotland. And Gordon Brown is stepping down from leader of labour. So if you voted elsewhere because you didn't like him... Well, umm, I'll let you figure out what you've done while I go weep in the corner.
Well, happy 26th post everyone. Until David Cameron shuts down the internet to cut costs, I shall keep blogging.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Also, I know I'd never name my blog after a song again... I'm sorry. Seemed appropriate.
Ok, on to the matter at hand. Hi all. I feel better now. Friends have been comforting me. Which has helped. However, one person had a bigger impact on me than anyone else. They told me to stop being sorry. So I will. It's very hard to feel sorry for yourself when someone says it makes you look stupid. So, self pity has been replaced by guarded optimism. It's an improvement. However slight.
I have accepted that what happened was not Scotts fault. We are now fine. I know exactly who's fault it was and I am currently removing them from my life.
More on my last post. It was not directed at anyone in particular. Someone felt it was. I'm not sorry. You told me to stop being sorry, so I have. I did not mean for you to think you were a monster, but if you do, thats your problem. "You've made your bed, now go sleep in it", that's what you told me. Live by your own advice. You also said that everyone who reads this will think of you as a monster. Oh well, I'm not sorry. I'm not allowed or supposed to be anymore.
Thanks everyone. As I said, I feel better now. Apart from the fact I can still barely talk, but apart from that, I'm fine. Yay.
Well, it's that time of year that I hate. No, not exams. Spring. As a person with hayfever, I hate this time of year. Blocked nose, sore throat and eyes watering all the time. Makes me cranky. Very cranky. (Ok, crankier than normal then.) Why can everyone decide at exactly the same time that it's time to cut the grass, but they can't decide who's going to be in charge of the country? This annoys me.
Onto the next topic. The tories are in charge now. Now, all of you, stop kidding yourselves that Mr Clegg has any say on what goes on now. He doesn't. He'll kiss ass to stay depute. So, basically, if you voted Lib Dem. You voted tory. Well done. You've officially screwed Scotland. And Gordon Brown is stepping down from leader of labour. So if you voted elsewhere because you didn't like him... Well, umm, I'll let you figure out what you've done while I go weep in the corner.
Well, happy 26th post everyone. Until David Cameron shuts down the internet to cut costs, I shall keep blogging.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Saturday, May 8
Nice guys finish last...
Yup, once again. How many times does this have to happen to me before I realise somethings up? Well, none. Cause I've had it. I try and I try to be liked. All I ever do is to make other people like me, or at least be able to cope with me. I'm nice. I treat people how I'd like to be treated. I respect people and their opinions, no matter how much I disagree with them. I volunteer at swimming, church, scouts, conservation, chess team, wargames team and with school parent council stuff. I listen to people, I let them use me as a vent or a shoulder to cry on. I try to be funny. I don't mock anyone other than myself. I help my parents with everything, I help my brother with his exams. I help my friends with school work, technology or their problems. I have tried to be optimistic. I have tried being the nice guy. I have tried being friends with girls instead of using them, as most of my gender does. And then, occasionally, a girl might say to me that she likes me more than a friend. That she wants to go out with me. Or something similar. But then, first time theres a problem. Usually within a week. Bam. Andrew is dumped. Again. Left alone. Again. It's then that I have to turn to my friends. Again. Fantastic. The "nice guy thing" helps once again.
I'm a nice guy apparently. How this happened I don't know. I just woke up one morning and decided, "I'm not going to be an asshole to everyone." And then what happens. Girls are always dreaming of meeting a nice guy... in 10/15/20 years. Right now, they're interested in "bad boys." Or as I like to call them, Assholes. They treat everyone like crap, never care how anyone else is feeling and do what they want. When they want. Because of who I am, I can't do that. I physically can't be forceful. Or treat everyone like crap. Maybe I'm selfish. Maybe by doing what I think the other person wants, I'm actually doing stuff that means I'm an asshole. Nice guys finish last. Yes we do. And it sucks.
Well, being dumped by text... again. And because there was a problem... again. And they don't feel the same way anymore... again. And they want to go back to being friends... again. And I probably will go back to being friends. Eventually. Give me time though.
When I told one of my friends a briefer version of this, I got this nugget of wisdom back. "You can't have a rainbow without the rain." Thats nice. I can make that about my life the past few months... What about when the rain clouds block out the sun and stop the rainbow? What happens when it stays like this for months? And then when you see a little break in the cloud would you not go for it? Put absolutely everything you have into getting to the light and hope that it stays open til you get there. And then, it closes. Back in the dark. All because a friend, one of your best friends, made you feel awkward.
Maybe I'm going at this wrong. Maybe I should stop being friends with girls. Maybe I should just talk to girls when an urge takes me. No. I won't. Why? Because I'm the nice guy. And it's not going to change any time soon. It might suck. It really does. But I'm not changing now. If wait til girls go off "bad boys" I have to do, then wait I shall.
Ok then, so as you can tell, I was in an apocalyptically bad mood this morning. That is how I felt about pretty much everything. I have hymns to learn for leavers mass. And this morning I was intending on just not bothering. This morning, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Two things saved me. My friends (thanks, you know who you are) and football. Yes, I do understand that I just had a rant about "normal" guys and they all love football. Ok, cut me some slack, I am still a guy. I am tied, closer than any relationship, to Kilmarnock Football Club. I was there today. Me and my dad took the 2 hour drive there, to see if our club could stay up in the SPL. It was not guaranteed. If we lost, we'd have went down. And then I would have had a two hour drive back in silence. Well, we stayed up. Falkirk went down. Andrew has screamed himself hoarse and can't speak at all just now. And I feel a bit better. Shouting and screaming at grown men attempt to kick a leather sphere has vented my feelings in a way talking to people never could. Fuck psychologists, go to the football people.
Also in order to fix myself, I got in touch with my all time, worst break up girl friend ever. I wanted to know why and stuff. And now I feel better. I intend to do this with a few of my ex's so if you are one, I may be asking you questions at some time.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
I'm a nice guy apparently. How this happened I don't know. I just woke up one morning and decided, "I'm not going to be an asshole to everyone." And then what happens. Girls are always dreaming of meeting a nice guy... in 10/15/20 years. Right now, they're interested in "bad boys." Or as I like to call them, Assholes. They treat everyone like crap, never care how anyone else is feeling and do what they want. When they want. Because of who I am, I can't do that. I physically can't be forceful. Or treat everyone like crap. Maybe I'm selfish. Maybe by doing what I think the other person wants, I'm actually doing stuff that means I'm an asshole. Nice guys finish last. Yes we do. And it sucks.
Well, being dumped by text... again. And because there was a problem... again. And they don't feel the same way anymore... again. And they want to go back to being friends... again. And I probably will go back to being friends. Eventually. Give me time though.
When I told one of my friends a briefer version of this, I got this nugget of wisdom back. "You can't have a rainbow without the rain." Thats nice. I can make that about my life the past few months... What about when the rain clouds block out the sun and stop the rainbow? What happens when it stays like this for months? And then when you see a little break in the cloud would you not go for it? Put absolutely everything you have into getting to the light and hope that it stays open til you get there. And then, it closes. Back in the dark. All because a friend, one of your best friends, made you feel awkward.
Maybe I'm going at this wrong. Maybe I should stop being friends with girls. Maybe I should just talk to girls when an urge takes me. No. I won't. Why? Because I'm the nice guy. And it's not going to change any time soon. It might suck. It really does. But I'm not changing now. If wait til girls go off "bad boys" I have to do, then wait I shall.
Ok then, so as you can tell, I was in an apocalyptically bad mood this morning. That is how I felt about pretty much everything. I have hymns to learn for leavers mass. And this morning I was intending on just not bothering. This morning, I wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
Two things saved me. My friends (thanks, you know who you are) and football. Yes, I do understand that I just had a rant about "normal" guys and they all love football. Ok, cut me some slack, I am still a guy. I am tied, closer than any relationship, to Kilmarnock Football Club. I was there today. Me and my dad took the 2 hour drive there, to see if our club could stay up in the SPL. It was not guaranteed. If we lost, we'd have went down. And then I would have had a two hour drive back in silence. Well, we stayed up. Falkirk went down. Andrew has screamed himself hoarse and can't speak at all just now. And I feel a bit better. Shouting and screaming at grown men attempt to kick a leather sphere has vented my feelings in a way talking to people never could. Fuck psychologists, go to the football people.
Also in order to fix myself, I got in touch with my all time, worst break up girl friend ever. I wanted to know why and stuff. And now I feel better. I intend to do this with a few of my ex's so if you are one, I may be asking you questions at some time.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Thursday, May 6
The end is nigh.../ Welcome to mock Conner corner.
Righto then, I have one day left. One day of school. Monday doesn't count, we aren't actually working. So, tomorrow is the last day. Wooooooooooo! Who else is happy? I am. Yay! Ok, I'm not entirely happy. I can feel that I've actually grown attatched to the old dump. I promised myself I wouldn't in first year that I would not get attatched. I'm not gonna cry dammit. No crying. None at all. Oh god... WAHHHHHHH! (just kidding) I'm ok. I will survive. You guys might not without your daily dose of Andrew. I'm sorry. You'll all just have to cope without me. I was asked if I would keep this blog up after I leave school. I think I shall. I think it'll be my way of keeping in touch with a vast majority of you lot that'll never see me again. I'll miss you guys... not gonna cry. Not gonna cry.... WAHHHHHHHHH!
So, it is now the day of the general election. As I can't vote because I am 5 months to young I can't make my opinion on the government known. Ok. Thats a stupid idea. If you turn 18 in the year of an election, you should be allowed to vote. The mess that anyone over 18 makes with their votes will affect me for the next 5 years. That strikes me as not fair. I should have my say on who is in charge of the country. Especially as I'm going to be a student next year and everyone is planning cuts. So, what I've been told is that, for my 5 year course that I've been accepted for, I may be stuck in a hung parliament. Or even worse. A Tory government. Oh god. Remember Maggie Thatcher people. Last time they were in students and children were hit with cuts in education and leisure. So, basically, in a round about kind of way. Thank you Britain. Thanks for fu****g up my university career.
What else can I talk about? Conner. Hello. I've been told to say a few things about you. Sorry. But I can no longer say no to the whole of 5th year.
So, it is now the day of the general election. As I can't vote because I am 5 months to young I can't make my opinion on the government known. Ok. Thats a stupid idea. If you turn 18 in the year of an election, you should be allowed to vote. The mess that anyone over 18 makes with their votes will affect me for the next 5 years. That strikes me as not fair. I should have my say on who is in charge of the country. Especially as I'm going to be a student next year and everyone is planning cuts. So, what I've been told is that, for my 5 year course that I've been accepted for, I may be stuck in a hung parliament. Or even worse. A Tory government. Oh god. Remember Maggie Thatcher people. Last time they were in students and children were hit with cuts in education and leisure. So, basically, in a round about kind of way. Thank you Britain. Thanks for fu****g up my university career.
What else can I talk about? Conner. Hello. I've been told to say a few things about you. Sorry. But I can no longer say no to the whole of 5th year.
Welcome to mock Conner corner.
Ok, so where to start. Well, to start with. Many of these things I have been told to say by your friends.
1- Stop ruining everyones jokes. There's a line. And you cross it every time there's a joke. Here's a diagram.
OK . Acceptable . Pushing it . Too Far . Conner.
Got it?
2- Blackberry. I know I say it a lot. I know I may be boring my readers. But I must say this. You have that thing out way, way too often. It's not healthy. I think you're bordering on obsession now. No jokes. Texting and phoning from it is OK. As long as you do it occasionally. See when you phone all the way through lunch and text all the way home? (Thanks to my source for that info) Thats not good.
3- Telling people personal stuff about what you get up to with people, animals, trees, etc. Enough said really. No one asked if you nailed her. Nobody cares if I'm brutally honest.
That'll do for now I think.
If, for any reason, you are in 6th year and you have not got your prom ticket... Get it. Or I'll get the boys (and girls) in to do some nasty with a sledgehammer and your legs.
If, for any reason, you are in 6th year and you are not planning on buying a yearbook... Get it. Or I'll get the boys (and girls) in to do some nasty with a whisk and an entrance to your body. And that'll be messy. Very messy.
Well, I must dash.
3- Telling people personal stuff about what you get up to with people, animals, trees, etc. Enough said really. No one asked if you nailed her. Nobody cares if I'm brutally honest.
That'll do for now I think.
If, for any reason, you are in 6th year and you have not got your prom ticket... Get it. Or I'll get the boys (and girls) in to do some nasty with a sledgehammer and your legs.
If, for any reason, you are in 6th year and you are not planning on buying a yearbook... Get it. Or I'll get the boys (and girls) in to do some nasty with a whisk and an entrance to your body. And that'll be messy. Very messy.
Well, I must dash.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Tuesday, May 4
May the Fourth be with you...
Ok, it's star wars day today. The day when geeks like me are allowed to come out of hiding. Well, I hope you all enjoyed yourselves and made lots of darth vader sounds and had a star wars yo mama fight... "Yo mama so fat, Ben Kenobi said 'thats no moon, thats yo mama..." Thank you Robot Chicken...
Now people... As much as I love you all, if you all keep asking me stupid questions. I'm going to give stupid answers. Stop asking me questions which you know perfectly fine I don't want to answer. Stop stalking me and my friends on facebook... (Alex) We clear. Cool.
Had one of our famous "Senior Prefect Team" meetings today. Went well... Lots of funny things said... "So what do you know of the girls Andrew?" Oh Mr Sloan, you so silly... Also, Mr Sloan seems to be under the impression that I'm a ladies man. I don't think I am. So let me know who's right. Me or him. Cheers.
I have to do my papers tonight. Theres something you didn't know about me. I'm a paper boy. So, we have so far Pieman, Ladies Man & Paper boy. Anything else anyone wants to add?
Now, has anyone ever wondered why I made the URL notsuchafail? No one? Good. Cause I don't either. I guess it's cause I was a bit fed up of everything at the moment of the conceivement of this blog. I was fed up of everything going wrong. Oh well, things are a bit better now. Well, all I need is to pass my driving test. Then, all will be good.
Can I just take this moment to say I hate the internet. Well, not all of it. Just the fact that it keeps signing me and my friends off msn during conversations... This makes me mad. See you Bill Gates... Gonna get it.
Well, I off to have pizza now.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Now people... As much as I love you all, if you all keep asking me stupid questions. I'm going to give stupid answers. Stop asking me questions which you know perfectly fine I don't want to answer. Stop stalking me and my friends on facebook... (Alex) We clear. Cool.
Had one of our famous "Senior Prefect Team" meetings today. Went well... Lots of funny things said... "So what do you know of the girls Andrew?" Oh Mr Sloan, you so silly... Also, Mr Sloan seems to be under the impression that I'm a ladies man. I don't think I am. So let me know who's right. Me or him. Cheers.
I have to do my papers tonight. Theres something you didn't know about me. I'm a paper boy. So, we have so far Pieman, Ladies Man & Paper boy. Anything else anyone wants to add?
Now, has anyone ever wondered why I made the URL notsuchafail? No one? Good. Cause I don't either. I guess it's cause I was a bit fed up of everything at the moment of the conceivement of this blog. I was fed up of everything going wrong. Oh well, things are a bit better now. Well, all I need is to pass my driving test. Then, all will be good.
Can I just take this moment to say I hate the internet. Well, not all of it. Just the fact that it keeps signing me and my friends off msn during conversations... This makes me mad. See you Bill Gates... Gonna get it.
Well, I off to have pizza now.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Sunday, May 2
Ovens are hot. No really, they are.
Ok, I didn't realise this after work yesterday, but I have a boo-boo. On my arm. And it hurts. A lot. What is this boo-boo? A burn. A perfectly round burn. And it stings. All the time. Not good. How did I get this burn? Well, I guess I must have put it under the boiling water thing by accident, and not realised it till now. Did I mention that it hurts?
Combine this with the fact that recently I regrettably burned a fair ammount of hair off my left arm. Not good. For those of you who didn't know about it, I had one hairy arm and one bald one for a bit. Now they match, so all is well.
Anyway, in a round about way. I'm in pain. *sad face* But I shall live. *happy face*
For anyone who doesn't already know/lives in a hole/doesn't particularly care, I am in a relationship. Yay! Good times.
Did I mention my arm hurts?
Ok, so I know you've all grown rather fond of my rants at nothing in particular. And apparently I've inspired others to make their own blogs. This makes me so proud. *sniff* The only way this could get any better would be to get a mention in a song. That would be awesome. I've also been described as "the blog king" by one lovely person. Why thank you. (Still don't think I'm that good)
Well, I was woken up at 6.30 this morning, due to the fact my foot hurt. I reach over to turn on the light and realise... "You have (6) messages." Ok, I didn't go to bed that early... I think. Oh well, I'll stay up later tonight.
My arm hurts by the way, have I mentioned that before?
Well, I off school tomorrow. Yay! I think I shall rest my hurting arm. Yes. Definately. I shall. Did I say it hurt?
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Combine this with the fact that recently I regrettably burned a fair ammount of hair off my left arm. Not good. For those of you who didn't know about it, I had one hairy arm and one bald one for a bit. Now they match, so all is well.
Anyway, in a round about way. I'm in pain. *sad face* But I shall live. *happy face*
For anyone who doesn't already know/lives in a hole/doesn't particularly care, I am in a relationship. Yay! Good times.
Did I mention my arm hurts?
Ok, so I know you've all grown rather fond of my rants at nothing in particular. And apparently I've inspired others to make their own blogs. This makes me so proud. *sniff* The only way this could get any better would be to get a mention in a song. That would be awesome. I've also been described as "the blog king" by one lovely person. Why thank you. (Still don't think I'm that good)
Well, I was woken up at 6.30 this morning, due to the fact my foot hurt. I reach over to turn on the light and realise... "You have (6) messages." Ok, I didn't go to bed that early... I think. Oh well, I'll stay up later tonight.
My arm hurts by the way, have I mentioned that before?
Well, I off school tomorrow. Yay! I think I shall rest my hurting arm. Yes. Definately. I shall. Did I say it hurt?
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
Saturday, May 1
Good mood time.
It's Saturday!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!
It's a Long weekend!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!
I'VE CHEERED UP!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!
So, how come Andrew has went from apocalyptically bad mood to very happy? A few reasons involving good news, getting paid and plans for next week. Everything seems good now. Sure, I failed my driving test. Oh well, almost everyone does that. Feels good to be normal for once. Sure, my feet hurt. But I have no work till july/august. (Thats good and bad...) Killie may be joint bottom of the league... Ok, I still haven't found a positive for that...
I have to thank the people who have assisted me through my, umm, bad period of time. Thank you for the support (and in some cases, orders) of this blog. It is really the only thing that keeps me sane. In return, heres a picture. Enjoy.
It's a Long weekend!!!!!!!! Yay!!!!!!!!
I'VE CHEERED UP!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!!
So, how come Andrew has went from apocalyptically bad mood to very happy? A few reasons involving good news, getting paid and plans for next week. Everything seems good now. Sure, I failed my driving test. Oh well, almost everyone does that. Feels good to be normal for once. Sure, my feet hurt. But I have no work till july/august. (Thats good and bad...) Killie may be joint bottom of the league... Ok, I still haven't found a positive for that...
I have to thank the people who have assisted me through my, umm, bad period of time. Thank you for the support (and in some cases, orders) of this blog. It is really the only thing that keeps me sane. In return, heres a picture. Enjoy.
You like?
Now onto the topics I've had suggested. Many are rather boring if I'm honest. Some are ok. But I'll leave you to decide which is which.
1. Muse (My secret guilty pleasure)
I like muse. Now, don't go telling everyone. Many of my friends seem to think that because one muse fan they know is, umm how can I put this delicately... "scarily obsessed", that every muse fan is. Just to let you know, we aren't. There are many of us out there, we hide in plain sight, at your bars, YM's and other music events. We do not own any band merchandise other than the music, which we keep hidden in a locked and secured location. (in a cardboard box, under the bed.) We do not care if Matt Bellamy has got a new girlfriend, changed his hair colour or if someone thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread. We do not particularaly care if Muse are playing in a far away city with tickets costing ridiculous amounts of money. Honest. So says Andrew, President of Muse Anonymous.
2- Chocolate.
It cures all ills. It heals all wounds. It makes everything better. Almost anything can be made better by chocolate. Including that. (You know what "that" is... you dirty people.) I like chocolate. (A bit too much sometimes...) If you don't like chocolate then I think you should leave. Now. No, not just the blog. The country. Actually. Leave the world. Stop wasting my precious air with your "I don't like chocolate" superiority problem. Get out. Don't let the door hit you on the way out...3- Speeling.
Y on MSN do ppl obseesssiveely use txt spk? Y they persist cuting words an leters frm sentences? WHY DO YOU DO IT!!!!! We have a full size keyboard in front of you. (Well you should, see if you're on a blackberry right now... Theres gonna be trouble.) It's not hard. It involves maybe two or three more seconds. It makes it much easier to understand what the hell people are saying. Y do ppl insist on abreviating evryhing? Stop it. Abbreviations are pointless. Why do you think they made "abbreviation" such a long word? Exactly.
4- Study Leave
Ok, lets stop kidding ourselves. It's not study leave. It's a holiday. The day before an exam we shall make a futile attempt to cram as much of the course into our brains as possible in as short a space a time as possible. Don't deny it. I know you all do it. It's human nature that if someone tells you what to do, you don't do it. We're all rebels at heart. VIVA LA REVOLUTION! POWER TO THE PEOPLE! etc.
Well, I hope I've made up for being in such a terrible mood last post. Once again, I am sorry.
Peace out bubs.
Andrew out.
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