Things happen and it's nearly Christmas

Hi all. Apologies for my last, half-hearted, attempt of a post. We all know it was hopeless and this shock is one I've struggled to recover from, and I've not been sure when it would be acceptable for me to make my return. Also some shit's been happening, which I'll get onto later, with some events changing potential content.

I'm currently suffering from a bit of a frape hangover. Half way through today's monopoly session, Peter argued that if I sold him Notting Hill I could keep the Tate Modern, and he should be permitted ten minutes on my facebook. Naturally I accepted, with a feeling that nothing he would do could be ridiculously bad. How I underestimated this genius. Within two five minutes he had planned a day of appreciation towards Andrew Laing and Emailed an official complaint to the Celebrations team. The reply, if you're interested was:


Hi andrew laing,

Thank you for getting in touch and I'm sorry to hear you don't like the change we've made in Celebrations by bringing Twix into the mix. Just like when we make any changes to our products, we conduct a lot of research to make sure of the right decision.

Our consumer research on Celebrations showed us that the majority of people prefer the new mix with the Twix miniatures in it. However, as always, we'll pass your comments on to our Celebrations team so they know which varieties you prefer.

Thanks again for contacting Mars and don't hesitate to contact us if you need any more information.

Kind regards,
The Celebrations Team.

Wow, so that happened. Silly, I know. I'll move on, I'd just like to apologise in advance to the mix-up in fonts. Suppose I'll have to carry on regardless. 

I realised this week just how much I love Heathers texts. She's so beautifully articulate and she manages everything with almost childish ease. Yeah, she's swell.

My ear fucking hurts. I think it's some waxy build up caused by full immersion. It's really getting on my tits. This situation will possibly led to an increase in frustrated swearing throughout. Not my fault, nature's. It's a shame really because as I type Jamie and I are DJ-ing from opposite rooms, and I can't feel the full luxury of his choices. It is quite nice to have him back. I was surprised to find that I didn't miss my brother when he left for university, but I suppose my friends were right to say that it'd be better with him around again.

I'm still single, but far more content. If my blog had arrived earlier it would have been based upon how I've felt less desire as I'd realised that things will happen when the time is right and there's no point in mopping. I'm currently feeling that the time isn't right at the moment, but a lot has happened this week. A girl who I hold quite highly (no you're not getting her name) admitted to quite strong affection to me. This led to some important thinking on my behalf. it's difficult that, thinking. After three days I ultimately decided that it'd be best for me to keep things as they are. I was constantly advised to 'do what make you happy', and our friendship gives that to me in ridiculous amounts. Still my in-deceive spell wreaks havoc. After I felt I'd resolved the situation as best I could, more thoughts and supposed advice has left me a little confused as to where the two of us are right now. It's true that we possibly became a little to snuggle-y and close when watching Mickey Blue eyes, but I shan't go into further details, as to  protect our dignity.

So that's all I've got for you in that department. Hope you enjoyed yourselves.

I've got quite a few things I could now speak about but a)dinner's ready b) I'll have to tidy my room soon c) my ear is causing me great agony right now.

All that remains is for me to wish you a Merry Christmas and regret not proof-reading the text (again). 

Until the next time, x.

That time of the week

Helloooo, as usual I'm trying my utmost to write an entire post without any planning whatsoever. You'd of expecting that after a record breaking two weeks with out update that I would be full to bursting with new ideas. Well if that's so you're in for an uncomfortable read.
So, I went to see Arsenal lose for the first time. It was a shame that we lost the game considering how surprisingly up for it we were and how utterly shit Na$ri was, but I think that's the most enjoyment I've managed from any game I have ever attended. There's a possibility that I was the only fan in the entire top tier who sang, but really my view of the match as a whole was over-shadowed by my genuine passion for my team. I have been going slightly over the top on the whole "Arsenal till I die" business, but who's going to stop me. I enjoy letting loose any spare passion, and it probably is a way for me to get my anger out without even realising. So that's good on the whole, money well spent. Since I'm on talking about the home of football, it's probably the right time for me to send a big shout out to Adam. A man with such high calibre that he didn't even need to ask me for his inclusion in my writing.

In many ways throughout the past two weeks I have done quite a lot and barely anything at all in my spare time. An early Christmas present arrived in the form of the complete scripts of Blackadder. A joyous read which makes it difficult for me to contain my giggling, it has been welcomed into the family with open arms, and there have even been tiny rumours that it would be acceptable for me to perform an episode for my final drama GCSE piece. It is only a tiny rumour though, so we shall have to wait.
Last week I had a pretty torrid experience with a week's worth of mock examinations. I shan't go on because I wouldn't like my audience to be sucked into an un-ending void of tedium, however I'd like to point you in the direction of Kyle Pattinson (I'm so sorry, but I had to use that photo). Just as I was preparing to leave the hall after my French exam, Kyle turned to face me from across the room and mouthed the words "Andrew, I had a wank" while making the appropriate gesture. My reaction was far from appropriate. When I felt my tiny burst of unexpected laughter had been sufficiently covered up by my nonchalant coughing, the worst three people to recognise my weakness an exploit it did so. Liam, Zoe and Jodie's chuckling was so infectious that my only resort was to put my head in my hands and make my spectators believe I'd burst into an uncontrollable patch of tears. That was absolutely relentless.

There is quite a lot I could be talking about but, honestly, right now, most of the fibres in my body are telling me to have a rest and that starting this blog was a bad choice. Don't get me wrong, I adore this transaction, but this isn't where I should be right now. What would be best for me would be if I posted this account, hide a lie down and read Alex James's Bit of a blur. I hope to return with a more clear view and a better plan later in the week, but right now the extent of me not caring goes so far that I'm not even bothered about spell-checking. Scary stuff for such a perfectionist when it comes to English.
Fuck me I haven't even touched on Christmas or Liam. Or the Jack Copland twitter account. The future looks brighter than I first thought. Sure thing, hopefully I'll see you within five days.

Andrew x

Indecision

Today's post comes off the back of a bit of a shit week for me in which I've not been feeling my best. Just thought I'd get that across nice and early.
 I'll be trying my best to tackle my inability to make the correct decision in general life. There is a large possibility that this issue isn't as serious as I've been making it out to be, but I have been receiving some pressure to write another post all week. In all honesty, I do really enjoy these posts. A possibly explanation for my growing affection for this medium is that I've somewhat fallen out of love with twitter. I've still been using it far more than really should be prescribed, but I feel as though the quality of my tweets has dropped and it's been taking up a lot of my time. So that's why I'm here. Not that I'm an unpopular tweeter, in fact my calibre is so high that I'm worth spamming. Throughout the last week I've gained 17 female followers, none of which speak a word of English. Dodgy? Well, you can decide for yourself, I'm sure it won't be all that difficult.

Anyway, side-tracking over, I don't appear to have the moral strength to decide what I should be doing in my life in general, and I feel this subject could have a considerable affect on my life. I'm really uncertain as to what I should be striving for academically. Nor have I a clue what I'd like to do in my later life. In all honestly I'm expecting to find myself spending the next two years in Fearnhill's six form. But is this good? How should I know, I'm so oblivious to what choices I should be making it's quite frightening. Surely what you really need is an aim, a goal. Seeing as I have no specific goal, does that mean I'll be going no where? It's been quite hard on me these days. I still think I'd enjoy going to University. Hell, if Jamie's anything to judge by I'm sure I'd have a whale of a time, but in many ways I don't want to end up going and finding that anything I achieve becomes useless. I am a liability for this in many ways.
 Disclaimer; that was not intended as a dig towards Jamie, he's got to where he wants to be and technically I'm proud of him. Supposedly, anyway. 
I expect that this flood has been triggered from the way most of my friends appear to have there futures planned so immaculately. Still it's nice to clear the virtual air.

As childish as this'll sound, I don't think I've ever really been able to know when it is that I've liked a girl. It's an odd topic, but whenever posed with a question childish question on who I 'fancy', my answer is most likely to be 'No one'. It is something I've only realised quite recently, but it's opened my eyes somewhat. I've probably been head over heals for most of the girls in my school at some point or other and been the only one not to clock it. Who knows, this revelation may even alter the way I conduct myself. Whatever. I'm bored of typing about my singularity every week.

So yeah, this stuff affects me in general, so hopefully this can combat any troubles. Anyway, I'll be going to look around the local Catholic school tonight. This should be pretty useful, but it'll be daunting in many ways too. I can probably achieve the required 5 B-A*s, but I still don't feel like I'll be very fitting there. Anyway, that feels like enough.

Writing this blog has been a pleasant experience. Although I can sense it hasn't been my best, I had some superb background music from The Beatles, In particular I'm Happy just to dance with you.
I also managed to arrange to see a childhood friend who I haven't spoken to for two years or so, which is pretty brill. So much so that it calls for some celebratory Elvis. That's the fucking spirit.

So I suppose socially my plans are all right. Tomorrow I've planned to play a football match with a few mates, and later on I'll visit the most prestigious Rosie so that we can swap jumpers and I can re-gain the knitwear I've so missed. Then on Saturday Liam's coming round so that we can watch Submarine. It feels nice for me because he's the man who got me to watch Fight Club which I absolutely adored, so it's like I'm giving something back. He'll love that film, he's got no choice.

Seeing as it's his Birthday I feel I should give a man who really is my best mate a shout. Today is Tom's birthday, but really the whole affair's made me quite sad. It dawned on me how bad the contact is that we share and how much I simply miss the guy. The fact that I didn't realise today was his birthday should be unacceptable. It's strange how bad it's made me feel. It's close to heart-wrenching, but less dramatic. I'm not a complete dick.

When I'm on the topic of being pissed off and unhappy, I think that Heather deserves a massive shout. She's been really helpful for me throughout the week and she's a great person who deserves the fantastic life she's effortlessly paving out for herself. So yeah, thanks.

I'm never sure how to say goodbye so I guess I'll just stop typing.

When I walked into my house today there was a palpable smell of bakery

It really changed the mood for this blog. When I had originally planned the next post, urged on by the prestigious Liam Milne the idea was to moan about my unattractiveness and the way no boys are open with each other. However, as I type this I'm eating a home-made ginger and fig cake and I'm finding it quite difficult to remain negative. I mean, if I were complaining about about trivial shit now, I'd be making for the worst company in the world. So I shan't grumble, I'll be honest and hopefully positive.

Since my first attempt of originality, I have managed to find myself a book to enjoy; Mark Watson's Bullet Points. It's been brilliant so far, a fictional Psychologist's account of his experiences with disturbed patients, using an original method of sorting out their lives; listing their character defaults and influential experiences in bullet points. As deep as issues which affect psychiatric patients are, the author highlights that the explanation can be down to a dozen well-explained points on a single page. It's difficult to explain why I enjoy the book so much, I'd just advise you read it for yourself. Psychology is a fascinating subject, one which I love discussing with Liam. Intelligent lad that he is, his cognitive knowledge is excellent, and he's pretty brilliant with my improvised questions on dreams.

Still, that's probably enough about Liam, I don't want people to think I deserve an entry in a Mark's book.

So what else has been happening in Andrew's life? I'm not too sure really. My original plan was to title this post "I'm not sick but I'm not well", to put things into perspective. A wrong perspective, that is. Last Thursday all I wanted to do was write anything which would mean something to me on here, but since then I've been more feel good, due to a mixture of a rare A* for an English essay and a decrease in hostility amongst some of my closer friends. I'm still a bit lonely from not having a girlfriend (sob sob), but I can bear it for a while longer.

As a big Arsenal fan I have quite an important date in booked in my diary (although I am unaware of the actual date). I have booked tickets for the home Carling cup match vs Manchester City. As much as I feel we do have the quality to win the match, the Arsenal are going into the match clearly second best. In all the matches I have been to I have never seen us lose, so it is an important time for any football fan to see their team do something other than win or draw. It'd obviously be nice to witness a sterling performance and a professional victory, but let's just say I'm in touch with my own mortality.

Since it's arrival, I've been very much enjoying Rizzle Kicks' album Stereo Typical. So much so that I even had an argument with with my  much beloved Grandma when she claimed that just because it wasn't to her taste- which isn't a huge surprise- the songs "Weren't music". It's probably not a great idea to get onto this topic again because I'm likely to break into a frustrated co-hoot about it all over again.

Stephen Fry has featured heavily in my week as is regularly expected. I enjoyed watching his documentary, it was nice to see that even a man of his calibre suffer and I enjoy his openness. I've previously mentioned my love for his novel Making History and I felt I loved it so much that I had to share its magic by lending it to Liam. Strange that such an act of generosity would not be received by eagerness and enthusiasm. To some contrast, Liam has shown incredible complacency by reading a miserly 18 pages.
I have of course left my best Stephen Fry themed experience till last. Yesterday I showed my Friend Taylor a video of a young Stephen, and she told me that I looked similar the great man himself. Wow oh wow, what an unexpectedly brilliant feeling.

Ending on a low point, I missed a splendid opportunity recently. Jamie had offered to buy me tickets to see a screening of a Sherlock episode followed by a Q&A session. As a devout Cumberbitch my heart leapt at the mere idea of being in the same room as Benedict Cumberbatch. However, my fantasy was short-lived when tickets were sold out, due to my forgetting to mention to Jamie that I was available. Damn, damn and a double damn for the weekend.

I'll think I'll leave it there for now. Hopefully next time I will have planned how my writing is to appear, rather than just guessing its content.
Any comments would be much appreciated. Bye bye x

Starter

Well, hello. It's me. Is it for good this time round? Well I'd like to think as much.
   My name's Andrew and I have quite a few times attempted the art which is 'Blogging', but these attempts appeared to be in vain. I was enjoying the feeling and the notion, I just lacked a feeling that continuity would follow suit. I had a hunch, shall we say. This hunch inevitably proved correct, as this is at least the third account I've made on this website. If you're desperately interested in finding one, as I'm sure many of you will be, the link will be found on my twitter page. However, there is the slightest of catches. Since I last linked my a blog, I have tweeted roughly 2000 more times. I like to think that my timeline can be entertaining for certain people, but I highly doubt that any of you would through thousands of my generic crap just to find a blog post about me meeting Greg Davis.

So anyway, this is me trying my best to make up for past mistakes. Even as I type this I've no idea how this going to pan out. In the words of the great Liam Milne, I'm hoping to simply "Open myself up all over her".

Honestly, I believe that I've been doing quite well recently. Most of my results in school have been going my was, and my older brother Jamie recently moved to University in Colchester, which I was expecting to be quite difficult to deal with. Four weeks on, I don't really feel as if I am missing him at all. This isn't some sort of futile denial caused by the possibility of Jamie reading this, I just don't really feel as though I have been affected. I'm just happy for him because I know he's fucking loving his new life.

Something I have been feeling far more certainly is what you'd expect to hear from your average teen'. I've been feeling that I need a girlfriend. Wow, what a shock that was, but it's true. I feel that I'd be far more content if I had someone. It's difficult to put into a simple, typed words, which is why I'm taking the easy way out and turning towards a poet. "The poets are so popular because, quite simply, they put everything better than the rest of us." Stephen Fry
I'm a huge Arctic Monkeys fan. The feeling of being at home when I knew I'd had a perfectly legitimate offer to see Alex and Co at the O2 with friends was one of the worst I've felt for a while. Suck it and See perfectly represents what I feel I'd love to have. I'd love to be a fool for someone, it would be so brilliant for me. I'll leave it there 'cause I'm sure you'd prefer to listen to the way Turner presents it over my waffling.

This week is quite an exciting one in the life of Andrew, as I'm eagerly anticipating my third and final Amazon order to arrive at my house. The first two were massive hits; the quite Sublime Submarine was a fantastic way to start, followed by the equally fabulous Stephen Fry's "Making History", I book which I enjoyed so much I'm almost disappointed that it had an end. My last order is Rizzle Kicks' début album. My excitement is heightened because their style isn't usually what I go for. It's meant to be fun taking risks, right? Well, I see it as a good thing.

Earlier I mentioned not wanting to finish Fry's novel. This notion has been amplified as I now feel that I have no literature I really want to read. At a stage like this (admittedly a bit rocky) surely what I need is to feel like I never want to put the book to rest, such is the relevance that I'm constantly rooted. I need something which relates to adolescent feelings of pointlessness. I'll probably end up asking Jamie.

Anyway, I'm sure that's quite enough for now. It's hard for me to tell how good or bad reading this has made for a neutral, but I'm very grateful towards anyone who read this and enjoyed it. If you didn't enjoy, you can go fuck yourself and when you've finished I should hope that I have written a second post which will be a vast improvement on the original.

Well, that's all folks, sorry.

Andrew x