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