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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