Nostalgia

I haven't done a blog since the last time I had a pizza. Which is not a good thing to remember my last blogging date by, food. You'd probably want something like 'yeah I haven't blogged since I surfed down that mountain and my trews fell around my ankles, and it was REALLY chilly'...or something...like that. I don't know where I am going with this sort of attemt to gain an insight into what people want with reading my blog, but if you do have any suggestions, write into the comment form then I will comment on your blog and be really really negative on your ass, anonymously, so you won't know who it is, well you will, cause I said I will do it if you slag off my little venture in the world of blog. So my topic for the day is nostalgia. And from this moment on I shall be talking about a certain type of bubbly.

Being able to drink, you might think I'm being sort of nostalgic about champ. No, no, no, what I am talking about, my dearest friend is the MATEY bubble bath! Oh yeah, the little sailor shaped bubble bath that still gives me the trip down memory lane, every time I sniff the stuff. This week, I have the lady one, next week, I'll probably still have the same one, cause I'm not going to have 30 baths with bubbles in it, OR AM I????? I really wanted Max Matey, but this time I had Molly Matey, who is a mermaid, who hangs out with a sailor matey, I like her, she has a nice hat. That's it, talking about matey bubbles has turned me into a child again.

In Ina minute I might be talking about the head in art attack. Now, you just started me off on a tangent, you little devil. Speaking of art attack (NOO!!! I can't believe I'm going down this route), I had a real funny moment last week, where I had seen a photo of The head from AA (not to be confunsed will alcoholics anonymous), put next to Alex Reid, the cross dressing oaf that goes out with Jordan, actually he's a cage fighter so I retract that comment, suggesting that they look alike. Time now for the HYPERLINK!!! To that particular photograph, which I think is frightening, in a way that people have actually taking time out of their lives to actually cut the two photographs and put them together. That's almost as bad as them saddos who take half hour out of their lives to write a blog about sailor bubbles and really good nost...oh wait...I actually know someone who does that.....

23.45

I might have scared the dog.....

Snapping the polystyrene pizza board in half made a loud bang, the dog, Snoopy, yelped, bombed it from the kitchen, through the dining room, through the living room and straight onto my father. And she's now reluctant to let me touch her. Oh dear. Saying that, it also scared my mother, who jumped, and told me off. Maybe I shouldn't have laughed in her face, but I definately shouldn't have shouted 'hahaha, you woss!'

17.37

So this is a blog you should take as a lesson to be learned. The lesson is to actually go to bed earlier, cause when I look back on this another night at gone 12 it will actually make me want to shift my arse up to my lovely bed and get some much needed shut eye. Its ten to 2 now and I'm still writing music to my itunes. Only the nocturnal 3 are on my msn, and are not normally people I want to talk to when I am feeling normal, let alone when I am tired and subsequently cranky. I'm writing a fair bit of music that is in the rock/metal genre at the moment. Stuff I use for the radio show, although next week is going to be a compilation of love songs, without them being mushy stuff you'd rather flush down the toilet like a disgusting turd than to play them on air. Sorry for that disgusting sort of comparison, but thats how strongly I feel about soppy music.
Back to the beginning point of going to bed late can be bad for you...you're tired in the morning, you skip brekkie and you're cranky, now get to bed before I tan your arse!

01.56

Train Days - Good Days

Yes, today has been pretty eventful and yes, it is something I can actually write about. Subject today - How to get to the train station quicker than usual.
Most obvious answer is to take a short cut. But it also helps if you are dancing down the street with The Cure pumping into your ears. Being along would, of course, be an advantage, but such little and insignificant things like that today didn't really matter. Ultimately this is a blog today to tell you to listen to 'Friday I'm in Love' by The Cure on your way to the train station. That could not have been a more apt song name, considering it is friday today. It's a song I have now purchased on my iTunes for my enjoyment. I could start reeling off tons of advantages of downloading music legally, but that would be slightly tedious. Hence I am not going to do it. I am writing this at 15.41 but by the time this reaches your eyes, it'll be slightly later after I've typed it onto the comp.

(Blog Completed 18.37)

This is NOT a blog.

Havent said anything for three days, this week has been pretty eventful, but some things are best not talked about on the blog and subsequently let loose over the internet for everyone to read. Just the way I roll. But I do want something to write about, let's just say this is a blog about not having a blog.

23:27

Don't worry its all in hand...as long as its the good one

I have a minging hand

Yes, I did this today, in college...in a make up course. Ok I fooled you for a few seconds, I have been practising burns as you can see. Its all good fun and shit scary for my Mam to see when i walk through the door. Here's what my hand looked like beforeHand (I know, I don't even think of these puns they just come to me):

That hand played a big part in making a very nice sandwich, which consisted of a large piece of steak in the middle of two pieces of garlic bread and consumed with a large dash of chili sauce. Who said cooking had to be dificult? I was so proud I even took a photo (this is a day for uploading some random shizzle)

As you can see I had a bit of leftover steak, so what I did after I finished my sandwich...I eat the steak. It was that simple.

01:40 AM

The joyous return

Yep after about a week of abstaining from blogging, so you're probably thinking 'get on with it, and this better be good'.

I've been living in a sort of 'don't know if I'm grown up or still a kid' phase, yeah interested in the election and going to uni, but today when I cut myself, and cleaned it off with a patterned kitchen towel, I imagined the tomatoes printed on the roll were magic and made any cut go away. They didn't, the fucker is still bleeding. I'm reading a difficult book, but covered my diary in Lego wrapping paper. And just giggled seeing Don from 'How not to live your life' having a turd on his head. But anyone would find that funny right?

Maybe adults do kid things, but make them sound more interestering and gives an impression they have amazing intellect. I am going to explain this, by being hypothetical. So, as an example an adult telling you they have an interest in observing hymenoptera, you would think 'wow, that's amazing' what they are actually telling you is that they like to watch ants.

I feel I have made my point.

This blog will now be updated not on a day-to-day basis, but on a when-i-can-be-arsed basis. If you get it up (*snigger*) on the website (no, I wasn't going for the double entendre, that's naughty) and its been updated, look a bit shocked, like this. (No, I am not going to tickle you on the tummy)

01.45 AM