Last night I decided to fit a quick game of Saint's Row 3 into my TV viewing schedule.
I got in a multiplayer game with this little texan guy.
"Hey, how old are you, stranger?"
"16, yourself?"
"10 next month."
So for about 10 minutes we just normally play the game, until he asks me:
"Do you know how to get a girlfriend?"
"You can't do that on Saint's Row, you're thinking of GTA."
"No, I mean in real life."
;_;
I-
No, just...I'm not going to comment on that. I'll just say that sentence sums me up pretty well. I should get it on a T-shirt or something.
"Well...I suppose so. Do you have a girl problem?"
"There's this realllllly cute girl in my English class but I don't think she likes me."
"Have you tried talking to her?"
"I always get embarrassed..."
"I understand. It's not easy. You have to become friends with her."
"Like, make her think that she's safe?"
"No...well,kind of. I mean you have to become close, that way you can find out what kind of person she is and decide if you want to be in a romantic relationship with her.But you also need to know that being friends is good too."
Psst...Psst...It's your subconscious here. You're talking to a 9 year old. I just thought I'd better remind you.
"But I want her to be my girlfriend because she's pretty!"
"Well, think of a car. It's nice if it looks good on the outside, but the engine and how it performs is the most important."
"...You mean her heart, like, the engine?"
"No...Yes...Kind of. Is she a nice to you? Does she ever smile at you?"
"Once I fell over at recess and she laughed at me and called me a name but she's to cute for me to say anything back."
"Come on man. You can't let girls walk over you like that. Never take abuse from anyone, no matter how you feel about them."
"So are you saying I should have hit her?"
"No, *haha* Of course not. I'm just saying if she's mean, you're too good for her, man."
"I getcha. Just because someone is pretty on the outside, doesn't mean she can't be ugly on the inside."
"Exactly! One day you'll meet a girl who makes you smile when you think about her, and makes you feel warm inside when you talk to her."
"And I should marry her?"
"Well...if you both want. But what you should understand that if she makes you happy, friendship is enough."
"What do you mean?"
"If a girl makes you happy when you're around her and you ask her out and she doesn't want to, that's OK. You're still friends, that's why you're attracted to her in the first place right? I'm just saying that no isn't the end."
"OK! Thanks. I have to go now, can I add you?"
"It's a free country."
"OK well see ya!"
I just gave dating advice to a kid. I need a minute.
Well...that didn't go to bad actually. Here, take some endorphins or something.
Tuesday, 25 June 2013
Monday, 24 June 2013
Where I was yesterday+ Annoying Cinema things
In the early hours of yesterday morning, I went to the north-east. There was a wedding on (who the bloody hell gets married on a Sunday?) and I hadn't been invited to the service (charming) but had been invited to the reception+meal (I'm not sure that's how it works).
I decided to pay my good friend A a visit (or at least...her house was where we got changed when it was time to go). She told me she'd been reading my blog and could set me up with some indie am-drams that she was friends with at school (see my post from about 3 days ago). Firstly however, I would have to go and buy her a bar of chocolate and some period pain ibuprofen.
I said that it was unfair that big medicine companies would exploit women like that, as if they didn't have enough money. I also explained that paracetamol would be a better choice over Ibuprofen because Ibu' acts as an anti-inflammatory, whereas-
Lesson learned: We don't argue with PMT, no we don't, no we don't, no we don't. Doing so could result in £5 (In coins) being sent flying your way.
So I travelled down the road until I hight the Co-op like I'd been instructed. 1 Mile down the M1 later (well, it used to be part of the M1, now it's A4783635678345678 or something) and I came across a petrol station. Sure enough, it was a co-op.
When I got back, we realised we had about 4 hours to burn. She told me that we were going to meet her friends in the city and then go to the cinema. I thought we were going to see some crappy american comedy *huehuehuehangover3coughcoughahem* but it turns out we were going to see Man of Steel (script needed proofreading, i'm not sure reattack is a word. Also not sure if I can complain about proof reading.)
Ok so part 2
Annoying cinema stuff
So the 4 of us sit down at the end of a middle row.
There are about 20 people in the room, scattered randomly. This random guy just comes and sits next to me.
Awwwwwwwwkwwwwaaaaard....
He leans over to me and says, "Hey, is this your girlfriend?"
"Oh, um, No, we're related."
"Hey, I'm not judging." (I only realised what he said 5 minutes later.)
This guy is also a really loud mouth breather.
There's a guy 2 rows back shouting out movie trivia about everyone who comes on screen.
I've got A who hits the roof every time there is a loud noise and cries when anything else happens.
And there is a group of kids in front playing on their phones and eating each others faces off (figuratively unfortunately)
I keep throwing kernels of corn out them which pisses them off which is funny, until the alpha 10 year old male tries to start a fight outside. I wanted to just Tatsumaki Senpukyaku the guy but I could do without a criminal record right now. So I just shout "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER KID, I'VE GOT MOVES" and ran off with my homies.
Then we went to the wedding and it was boring and my phone ran out of battery and then shit
I decided to pay my good friend A a visit (or at least...her house was where we got changed when it was time to go). She told me she'd been reading my blog and could set me up with some indie am-drams that she was friends with at school (see my post from about 3 days ago). Firstly however, I would have to go and buy her a bar of chocolate and some period pain ibuprofen.
I said that it was unfair that big medicine companies would exploit women like that, as if they didn't have enough money. I also explained that paracetamol would be a better choice over Ibuprofen because Ibu' acts as an anti-inflammatory, whereas-
Lesson learned: We don't argue with PMT, no we don't, no we don't, no we don't. Doing so could result in £5 (In coins) being sent flying your way.
So I travelled down the road until I hight the Co-op like I'd been instructed. 1 Mile down the M1 later (well, it used to be part of the M1, now it's A4783635678345678 or something) and I came across a petrol station. Sure enough, it was a co-op.
When I got back, we realised we had about 4 hours to burn. She told me that we were going to meet her friends in the city and then go to the cinema. I thought we were going to see some crappy american comedy *huehuehuehangover3coughcoughahem* but it turns out we were going to see Man of Steel (script needed proofreading, i'm not sure reattack is a word. Also not sure if I can complain about proof reading.)
Ok so part 2
Annoying cinema stuff
So the 4 of us sit down at the end of a middle row.
There are about 20 people in the room, scattered randomly. This random guy just comes and sits next to me.
Awwwwwwwwkwwwwaaaaard....
He leans over to me and says, "Hey, is this your girlfriend?"
"Oh, um, No, we're related."
"Hey, I'm not judging." (I only realised what he said 5 minutes later.)
This guy is also a really loud mouth breather.
There's a guy 2 rows back shouting out movie trivia about everyone who comes on screen.
I've got A who hits the roof every time there is a loud noise and cries when anything else happens.
And there is a group of kids in front playing on their phones and eating each others faces off (figuratively unfortunately)
I keep throwing kernels of corn out them which pisses them off which is funny, until the alpha 10 year old male tries to start a fight outside. I wanted to just Tatsumaki Senpukyaku the guy but I could do without a criminal record right now. So I just shout "DON'T COME ANY CLOSER KID, I'VE GOT MOVES" and ran off with my homies.
Then we went to the wedding and it was boring and my phone ran out of battery and then shit
Saturday, 22 June 2013
My hospital experience
Last night I was sat around watching some hospital TV show about some guy who had sustained an Injury.
"That's bullshit....Nah, surely they wouldn't do that....Why are they giving him anaesthetic for an Angio? "
I was thinking about how much I remembered from being in hospital. Get ready for a post of MGS4 ending proportions. And there won't be any gore or disgustingness either.
It first started of a few days before I was admitted to hospital on the 28th of December '06. I had a really bad migraine; think of the last migraine you had and amplify it by 3 or something. The next morning I kinda woke up with the back of my head really hurting, lying in a pool of my own vomit. Then I blacked out again.
The black out felt ike it lasted half a night's worth of sleep. I heard an Indian doctor warning me of a sharp scratch at one point, which I didn't feel. He did it again, but it hurt this time. Bastard...
Then I woke up. I didn't question where I was, what was happening or who anyone was. Turns out it had been 2 weeks. Had I been under for 2 weeks? My mum comes back from the canteen or something and doesn't question why I'm awake. Turns out I'd been around for the past 2 weeks. I can remember recognizing that this was like my "first day" awake but that I knew what was happening.
It turns out they had already found my aneurysm and I had bled twice (I was actually 1 bleed away from death, fun fact for you there).
Actually, I think I did die at one point.
I was having a dream where I was climbing a beanstalk. At the top there was a castle. A man invited me in to eat some food. While I was eating, the man says;: "Look, its not time for you to be here yet. Someone else has come instead. You can go after you've finished eating. I climbed back down the beanstalk and not a second after I had placed my foot on the ground beneath the beanstalk I woke up. That afternoon my granddad in another hospital passed away.
Now, I'm not going to shove any religious claptrap down your throat. I will say that I wasn't on any trippy drugs at the time, or not according to my med record. I usually refuse to comment on the religious value of this experience when I get asked about it.
So after I just had CTs, MRIs Angios, the normal stuff. Eventually one day they come up to me and say:
"Right. We need to get it out."
I'm not sure how I feel about this. Brain surgery is very dangerous. I'm not scared of death; I'm only 9 after all, I am scared of not being able to walk. When I asked the doctor if I would be able to walk he simply replied "We don't know yet."
Turns out the surgery they're going to be performing is experimental. They use platinum coils to tie off the busted artery and it stays there. Now people always die during experimental surgery. Only 3 or 4 people have had this surgery performed (that's including me) and last time I checked one of them died under anaesthetic.
Now all of this aside, I'm going to die anyway and I'll just have the form signed by my parents or become a ward of court regardless, so I gave them the green light.
Now when I woke up first thing I thought was that I felt sick (I threw up into my oxygen mask shortly after), second that I was alive (relief) and third that I could move my legs. I heard a women say "He's come too." Dr. Godard walked in and congratulated me on surviving. I congratulated him on developing a new form of surgery. He's holding a tape in his hand.
"I wanted to show you something amazing. You shouldn't be thanking me, you should be thanking the intelligent being that is your body."
So I sat up to watch the tape and saw something amazing. Seconds after they had completed th surgery, a new artery stemmed from the old one. It was incredible! I don't know why this happened, but I'm extremely thankful of something. Again, not going to comment on the religious aspect.
After this, I was still in hospital for 2 months. I got some pretty sub-par illnesses, bacterial meningitis and
papilledema, that kind of stuff. I also found out I'm allergic to cefotaxime.
And I THINK that may have been my longest blog post yet. It'll make up for the days I've missed.
Tl;dr version: You need to go back to the start and read this.
"That's bullshit....Nah, surely they wouldn't do that....Why are they giving him anaesthetic for an Angio? "
I was thinking about how much I remembered from being in hospital. Get ready for a post of MGS4 ending proportions. And there won't be any gore or disgustingness either.
It first started of a few days before I was admitted to hospital on the 28th of December '06. I had a really bad migraine; think of the last migraine you had and amplify it by 3 or something. The next morning I kinda woke up with the back of my head really hurting, lying in a pool of my own vomit. Then I blacked out again.
The black out felt ike it lasted half a night's worth of sleep. I heard an Indian doctor warning me of a sharp scratch at one point, which I didn't feel. He did it again, but it hurt this time. Bastard...
Then I woke up. I didn't question where I was, what was happening or who anyone was. Turns out it had been 2 weeks. Had I been under for 2 weeks? My mum comes back from the canteen or something and doesn't question why I'm awake. Turns out I'd been around for the past 2 weeks. I can remember recognizing that this was like my "first day" awake but that I knew what was happening.
It turns out they had already found my aneurysm and I had bled twice (I was actually 1 bleed away from death, fun fact for you there).
Actually, I think I did die at one point.
I was having a dream where I was climbing a beanstalk. At the top there was a castle. A man invited me in to eat some food. While I was eating, the man says;: "Look, its not time for you to be here yet. Someone else has come instead. You can go after you've finished eating. I climbed back down the beanstalk and not a second after I had placed my foot on the ground beneath the beanstalk I woke up. That afternoon my granddad in another hospital passed away.
Now, I'm not going to shove any religious claptrap down your throat. I will say that I wasn't on any trippy drugs at the time, or not according to my med record. I usually refuse to comment on the religious value of this experience when I get asked about it.
So after I just had CTs, MRIs Angios, the normal stuff. Eventually one day they come up to me and say:
"Right. We need to get it out."
I'm not sure how I feel about this. Brain surgery is very dangerous. I'm not scared of death; I'm only 9 after all, I am scared of not being able to walk. When I asked the doctor if I would be able to walk he simply replied "We don't know yet."
Turns out the surgery they're going to be performing is experimental. They use platinum coils to tie off the busted artery and it stays there. Now people always die during experimental surgery. Only 3 or 4 people have had this surgery performed (that's including me) and last time I checked one of them died under anaesthetic.
Now all of this aside, I'm going to die anyway and I'll just have the form signed by my parents or become a ward of court regardless, so I gave them the green light.
Now when I woke up first thing I thought was that I felt sick (I threw up into my oxygen mask shortly after), second that I was alive (relief) and third that I could move my legs. I heard a women say "He's come too." Dr. Godard walked in and congratulated me on surviving. I congratulated him on developing a new form of surgery. He's holding a tape in his hand.
"I wanted to show you something amazing. You shouldn't be thanking me, you should be thanking the intelligent being that is your body."
So I sat up to watch the tape and saw something amazing. Seconds after they had completed th surgery, a new artery stemmed from the old one. It was incredible! I don't know why this happened, but I'm extremely thankful of something. Again, not going to comment on the religious aspect.
After this, I was still in hospital for 2 months. I got some pretty sub-par illnesses, bacterial meningitis and
papilledema, that kind of stuff. I also found out I'm allergic to cefotaxime.
And I THINK that may have been my longest blog post yet. It'll make up for the days I've missed.
Tl;dr version: You need to go back to the start and read this.
Friday, 21 June 2013
Failed attempt at going out
I had some errands to run in town today.
So now I don't have any money for lunch. But I DO have a lottery ticket with a monetary value of £5 , that'll do. So I went to Morrisons and asked the girl at the cigarettes counter to cash my ticket.
"I should have a fiver on this ticket , thanks."
"Um...I'm sorry sir, this isn't a winner."
Now I'm shocked. Then I realised the girl behind the till was one of those "pretty" types, with the platinum blonde hair, 5 In. of war paint on her face, the kind of person I'd like to strangle with a phone cord. She's probably just "forgot" to put her glasses on because she's so vein.
No, she's right, it isn't a winner. In fact, this is a lotto ticket, not a Euromillions ticket.
So now I'm going home to get a quid out of my wallet and I'm going to buy a pot noodle from the local Co-op.
I give up ;_;
- Put some money in the bank
- Cash in Euromils ticket
- Buy a loaf of bread OR
- Buy lunch
So now I don't have any money for lunch. But I DO have a lottery ticket with a monetary value of £5 , that'll do. So I went to Morrisons and asked the girl at the cigarettes counter to cash my ticket.
"I should have a fiver on this ticket , thanks."
"Um...I'm sorry sir, this isn't a winner."
Now I'm shocked. Then I realised the girl behind the till was one of those "pretty" types, with the platinum blonde hair, 5 In. of war paint on her face, the kind of person I'd like to strangle with a phone cord. She's probably just "forgot" to put her glasses on because she's so vein.
No, she's right, it isn't a winner. In fact, this is a lotto ticket, not a Euromillions ticket.
So now I'm going home to get a quid out of my wallet and I'm going to buy a pot noodle from the local Co-op.
I give up ;_;
Thursday, 20 June 2013
My summer/rest of the year/lifetime project
OK, first of all when I switched on the TV this morning, my TiVo had a message for me. It said that after studying my recent viewing history, it will now record all episodes of Dog, Ghost Hunters an Storage wars. Win!
Anyway, I digress
I've decided in the future there are 4 sectors I would like to go into, I'm just not sure which yet (those being Medicine,Law,Real Journalism or Film)
The other day I finished writing a (shitty) script. I'd been working on it for a while (a big while) but to due to my lack of will over the past 2 years...meh. I've wanted to start a more serious video project for a while, as opposed to the average brain fart I usually churn out. This hasn't gone very well though, as you can see by this poorly constructed text Check-list
- Script [x]
- Revised script [ ]
- Actors [ ]
- Camera person [ ]
- Camera [Somewhat]
- Willpower [ ]
- Money [ ]
Wednesday, 19 June 2013
Whats happening right now
Over the past 2 days I haven't updated the blog like I said I would. On monday I'd had an exam and couldn't' be arsed (Woo, last exam) and yesterday was my Birthday (Woo, birthday) and I couldn't be arsed.
Its weird to think that my life has pretty much no meaning now. My biggest priority is updating this blog (and we've seen how well that's gone)
Sometimes I wonder why I'm here and have big philosophical thinking tangent mabobs (can you tell I'm tired?) and just sit for hours on end thinking about everything and anything.
OK, I'm going to wrap his one up before I start rambling. I'm very unmotivated at the moment. Maybe I'm in a bad mood. Maybe I need a good sleep. Who cares, I like being unmotivated its fun because I dont have to do anything.
Christ I hardly used any grammar in this
Its weird to think that my life has pretty much no meaning now. My biggest priority is updating this blog (and we've seen how well that's gone)
Sometimes I wonder why I'm here and have big philosophical thinking tangent mabobs (can you tell I'm tired?) and just sit for hours on end thinking about everything and anything.
OK, I'm going to wrap his one up before I start rambling. I'm very unmotivated at the moment. Maybe I'm in a bad mood. Maybe I need a good sleep. Who cares, I like being unmotivated its fun because I dont have to do anything.
Christ I hardly used any grammar in this
Sunday, 16 June 2013
Famous Last Words
I know yesterday's post was kind of morbid.
So today I'm looking into something much more light hearted; people's last words!
It all started after I was looking for a quote from that Antarctica guy ("I'm going for a walk, I may be sometime") and then I found a whole list of people's final remarks. Here are a few of my favourites (if you can call them that!).
"Maybe they only had one rocket"
Lawrence Beeter, WWII British soldier who was bunkering from enemy artillery. After saying this he peeked over the trench and...well, you know the rest.
"Well gentlemen, you are about to see a baked Appel."
George Appel, a convict who was executed in 1928 by electric chair. Guy had a sense of humour. Not sure he was laughing when he got fried.
"Van Halen!"
Dimebag Darrel, A.K.A. Darrel Abbot playing on stage with Damageplan and introducing the next act before being shot. To be honest, I'm not a big fan of the song Jump either.
"Hello."
Graham Chapman of Monty Python said this to his adopted son who had just arrived at the hospital seconds before he keeled over.
"You shot me!"
Sam Cooke, after being shot to death. I suppose you guessed that though.
"Kurt Russell."
Walt Disney scribbled this on a piece of paper before he died. To this day, nobody knows what he meant by it, not even Kurt Russell, who was 15 at the time.
"Hey, fellas! How about this for a headline for tomorrow's paper? 'French Fries'!"
James French, another con who got frazzled in the 'leccy chair.
"Kiss my ass! You'll never find the rest!"
John Wayne Gacy, a mass murderer. Gacy's last words before being executed by lethal injection. "The rest" refers to the bodies of his other victims.
"It's stopped."
Joseph Henry Green, upon checking his own pulse. He seems pretty chilled considering.
"Schnell! Schnell!"
Irma Greese to her executioner before she was hanged.
"And now, I am officially dead."
Abram Hewitt,industrialist. He had just removed the oxygen tube from his mouth in the hospital.
"Kaputt…"
The Red Baron said this after his plane was shot down and he was pumped in the chest. He lived for 2 minutes afterwards in which he uttered his final words.
Well, that'll do for now. Sorry for the late post, I've been gone.
Until next time!
So today I'm looking into something much more light hearted; people's last words!
It all started after I was looking for a quote from that Antarctica guy ("I'm going for a walk, I may be sometime") and then I found a whole list of people's final remarks. Here are a few of my favourites (if you can call them that!).
"Maybe they only had one rocket"
Lawrence Beeter, WWII British soldier who was bunkering from enemy artillery. After saying this he peeked over the trench and...well, you know the rest.
"Well gentlemen, you are about to see a baked Appel."
George Appel, a convict who was executed in 1928 by electric chair. Guy had a sense of humour. Not sure he was laughing when he got fried.
"Van Halen!"
Dimebag Darrel, A.K.A. Darrel Abbot playing on stage with Damageplan and introducing the next act before being shot. To be honest, I'm not a big fan of the song Jump either.
"Hello."
Graham Chapman of Monty Python said this to his adopted son who had just arrived at the hospital seconds before he keeled over.
"You shot me!"
Sam Cooke, after being shot to death. I suppose you guessed that though.
"Kurt Russell."
Walt Disney scribbled this on a piece of paper before he died. To this day, nobody knows what he meant by it, not even Kurt Russell, who was 15 at the time.
"Hey, fellas! How about this for a headline for tomorrow's paper? 'French Fries'!"
James French, another con who got frazzled in the 'leccy chair.
"Kiss my ass! You'll never find the rest!"
John Wayne Gacy, a mass murderer. Gacy's last words before being executed by lethal injection. "The rest" refers to the bodies of his other victims.
"It's stopped."
Joseph Henry Green, upon checking his own pulse. He seems pretty chilled considering.
"Schnell! Schnell!"
Irma Greese to her executioner before she was hanged.
"And now, I am officially dead."
Abram Hewitt,industrialist. He had just removed the oxygen tube from his mouth in the hospital.
"Kaputt…"
The Red Baron said this after his plane was shot down and he was pumped in the chest. He lived for 2 minutes afterwards in which he uttered his final words.
Well, that'll do for now. Sorry for the late post, I've been gone.
Until next time!
Saturday, 15 June 2013
Fragility of Relationships
So at 1AM this morning I couldn't sleep, so I decided to think. Or over-think in my case.
I was thinking about the fragile nature of relationships, and how something that takes years to build up can be destroyed in seconds.
This kind of links into my previous post about my troubles with texting friends, so if you haven't read that yet simply scroll down to see it.
Imagine if your buddy walked up to you and told you that s/he has a dark secret. 3 Years ago they asphyxiated a puppy and enjoyed it. Where do you go from there? Do you never speak to them again? Do you ignore what they just said and continue being friends because you like them? Or do you just become a bit more distant from them?
A lot of the time I think if I say something people will have this internal conflict. And I'm not talking about when I share my puppy hit list with people, I'm talking about things on a much smaller scale. Sometimes when I'm talking to a friend there are silences where I'm trying to think of something I deem appropriate to say. I kind of feel comfortable with the silence for a second until I realise I'm still in a conversation and I start to feel awkward, most likely giving of an awkward vibe and making the other party feel awkward (If you're reading this and you've ever experienced this I'm sorry)
Giving my Phone number, I don't want people to feel like I'm pressuring them into giving me theirs. Sending them PMs, DMs, Texts, whatever. I don't want them to feel like I'm harassing them. Revealing the super secret identity of the girl I 'like', what if the person I tell likes her too?
And what pisses me off the most is that I don't know WHY I think this! These aren't my personal views, I rarely get angry if someone drags me away from what I'm doing, and I wouldn't resent someone if they told me that they found attractive. (Heh, I almost let that one slip! After revising this I've eliminated the name. I'll leave that last sentence there because it makes me laugh a little)
So yeah, thanks to my over-thinking I am a pretty terrible friend. This took forever to write cause I'm trying to do some Geo revision. Last exam Monday, let's make this one count as little as the others!
TL;DR I'm awkward around people I feel comfortable with
I was thinking about the fragile nature of relationships, and how something that takes years to build up can be destroyed in seconds.
This kind of links into my previous post about my troubles with texting friends, so if you haven't read that yet simply scroll down to see it.
Imagine if your buddy walked up to you and told you that s/he has a dark secret. 3 Years ago they asphyxiated a puppy and enjoyed it. Where do you go from there? Do you never speak to them again? Do you ignore what they just said and continue being friends because you like them? Or do you just become a bit more distant from them?
A lot of the time I think if I say something people will have this internal conflict. And I'm not talking about when I share my puppy hit list with people, I'm talking about things on a much smaller scale. Sometimes when I'm talking to a friend there are silences where I'm trying to think of something I deem appropriate to say. I kind of feel comfortable with the silence for a second until I realise I'm still in a conversation and I start to feel awkward, most likely giving of an awkward vibe and making the other party feel awkward (If you're reading this and you've ever experienced this I'm sorry)
Giving my Phone number, I don't want people to feel like I'm pressuring them into giving me theirs. Sending them PMs, DMs, Texts, whatever. I don't want them to feel like I'm harassing them. Revealing the super secret identity of the girl I 'like', what if the person I tell likes her too?
And what pisses me off the most is that I don't know WHY I think this! These aren't my personal views, I rarely get angry if someone drags me away from what I'm doing, and I wouldn't resent someone if they told me that they found attractive. (Heh, I almost let that one slip! After revising this I've eliminated the name. I'll leave that last sentence there because it makes me laugh a little)
So yeah, thanks to my over-thinking I am a pretty terrible friend. This took forever to write cause I'm trying to do some Geo revision. Last exam Monday, let's make this one count as little as the others!
TL;DR I'm awkward around people I feel comfortable with
Friday, 14 June 2013
Thumb Twiddling championships!!!!!
OK, so before I broke up from school I was discussing with a friend my plan for the summer. I replied that I would be twiddling my thumbs and trying to beat my previous record.
It turns out in some counties there are actually Thumb Twiddling Competitions in which people compete to twiddle their thumbs the most within a set time limit!
Now people may laugh at this, but the art of thumb twiddling is a hard one to master. Firstly, you must get your hands in the correct formation, like this:
Once you've done this, you can begin to twiddle. Your thumbs must pass under and over each other, in a clockwise direction. You may find the faster you go, the harder it is to twiddle without touching your thumbs. This is because twiddling at high speeds requires a high level of dexterity. As a veteran gamer, my dexterity, reaction times and fine motor skills are of an impeccable standard (that said, I can't tie laces; know how, just can't do it. I blame my aneurysm.).
Being able to twiddle fast enough to travel back when equipped with a flux capacitor isn't the end of your troubles though. The size and shape of your hand-based ligaments can affect your thumb twiddling mastery. Generally the bigger your thumbs, the harder it is. I'm lucky enough to have developed several callus (or calli?) on my fingers, most likely from writing before the days of computers (not that I do much of that any more, shame really). This can make it exceptionally difficult to effectively twiddle your thumbs. However, as a master of the art allows you to develop your own twiddling technique.
In time, maybe I'll visit county Durham and have a shot at being the very best, like no one ever was.
For now, I'll just keep writing on this blog.
EDIT: I just remembered, go to this blog and vote for Noah. I hear you saying "What's in it for me?" Well, you will earn a certain girl's everlasting platonic love!
It turns out in some counties there are actually Thumb Twiddling Competitions in which people compete to twiddle their thumbs the most within a set time limit!
Now people may laugh at this, but the art of thumb twiddling is a hard one to master. Firstly, you must get your hands in the correct formation, like this:
Once you've done this, you can begin to twiddle. Your thumbs must pass under and over each other, in a clockwise direction. You may find the faster you go, the harder it is to twiddle without touching your thumbs. This is because twiddling at high speeds requires a high level of dexterity. As a veteran gamer, my dexterity, reaction times and fine motor skills are of an impeccable standard (that said, I can't tie laces; know how, just can't do it. I blame my aneurysm.).
Being able to twiddle fast enough to travel back when equipped with a flux capacitor isn't the end of your troubles though. The size and shape of your hand-based ligaments can affect your thumb twiddling mastery. Generally the bigger your thumbs, the harder it is. I'm lucky enough to have developed several callus (or calli?) on my fingers, most likely from writing before the days of computers (not that I do much of that any more, shame really). This can make it exceptionally difficult to effectively twiddle your thumbs. However, as a master of the art allows you to develop your own twiddling technique.
In time, maybe I'll visit county Durham and have a shot at being the very best, like no one ever was.
For now, I'll just keep writing on this blog.
EDIT: I just remembered, go to this blog and vote for Noah. I hear you saying "What's in it for me?" Well, you will earn a certain girl's everlasting platonic love!
Thursday, 13 June 2013
Texting Friends
I face internal conflicts everyday, due to me over-thinking everything.
Sometimes when I'm not at school, I get very lonely.
Thankfully, I have people's mobile telephone numbers. Hooray! All I have to do is send someone a message and we can meet up for a coffee and talk.
So I reach for my phone. But wait.What if the person I want to text is doing something? They won't want to come meet me in town.What if they're in a bad mood and don't want to talk to anyone? Nah, forget it.
Well, I guess I could just start a conversation, right? Ok. What do I send? It has to be something meaningful, or I'm back to the pulling them away from their things.
"Hello!"
That'll do. Now I'll just wait for the other party to start a conversation.
"Hi, what's up?"
Shit, what now? I can't say nothing otherwise the whole conversation leading up to this point is....pointless.
"Just chilling, what about you?"
"Doing some revision. Need to do as much as possible or I'm screwed for this exam"
God damn, I knew it! What a horrible person I am.
"Oh, well good luck."
"Thanks"
So I sigh and put my phone away. Looks like I'm stuck at home again.
Secretly, I'm thrilled that I just interacted with another person.
Sometimes when I'm not at school, I get very lonely.
Thankfully, I have people's mobile telephone numbers. Hooray! All I have to do is send someone a message and we can meet up for a coffee and talk.
So I reach for my phone. But wait.What if the person I want to text is doing something? They won't want to come meet me in town.What if they're in a bad mood and don't want to talk to anyone? Nah, forget it.
Well, I guess I could just start a conversation, right? Ok. What do I send? It has to be something meaningful, or I'm back to the pulling them away from their things.
"Hello!"
That'll do. Now I'll just wait for the other party to start a conversation.
"Hi, what's up?"
Shit, what now? I can't say nothing otherwise the whole conversation leading up to this point is....pointless.
"Just chilling, what about you?"
"Doing some revision. Need to do as much as possible or I'm screwed for this exam"
God damn, I knew it! What a horrible person I am.
"Oh, well good luck."
"Thanks"
So I sigh and put my phone away. Looks like I'm stuck at home again.
Secretly, I'm thrilled that I just interacted with another person.
I made a blog, are you happy now?
About a week ago, I put my 2 penneth in about about something on Blogger.
Since then, I've had emails every day beckoning me to create my very own blog. Well now I've done it, and I hope you're happy Blogger.
The reason I've put off blogging for so long is that I have absolutely sod all to write about. Sure, I'm a pretty interesting person (or so I'd like to think) but when it comes to writing things down, or typing them up in this case, my mind goes to mush. Hell, in the past it's taking me a shocking 20 minutes just to reply to a comment on Facebook. Because of this, I'm not sure what my blog will specialize on yet. I'll continue to pour my heart out onto my keyboard (figuratively of course) once a day. For reference this DOES NOT count as todays post. I should think of something to write about within an hour. If not I'll come back and tell you why I've failed to think of anything with my chin at my chest and my tail between my legs.
Since then, I've had emails every day beckoning me to create my very own blog. Well now I've done it, and I hope you're happy Blogger.
The reason I've put off blogging for so long is that I have absolutely sod all to write about. Sure, I'm a pretty interesting person (or so I'd like to think) but when it comes to writing things down, or typing them up in this case, my mind goes to mush. Hell, in the past it's taking me a shocking 20 minutes just to reply to a comment on Facebook. Because of this, I'm not sure what my blog will specialize on yet. I'll continue to pour my heart out onto my keyboard (figuratively of course) once a day. For reference this DOES NOT count as todays post. I should think of something to write about within an hour. If not I'll come back and tell you why I've failed to think of anything with my chin at my chest and my tail between my legs.
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