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.
Thursday, 24 November 2011
Monday, 14 November 2011
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
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
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
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
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.
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