If you didn’t want to be my friend at school, then why in the name of all that is logical would you want to be my friend now!? There are people adding me who I know for a fact actively disliked me at school! Not that I did anything wrong; just a clash of opinions you understand…
Also, it seems I am the only person who went to Red House who hated it and doesn’t have fond memories… I know that reminiscing always happens through rose tinted glasses (not literally. Like if everyone had a pair of rose tinted glasses and had to wear them before remembering things fondly.) but still. Nearly every teacher there treated us all like 5 year olds up until we left and if you weren’t either massively academic or really sporty you were shit.
Rant over. I do have nice memories of all my friends of course, and Facebook has helped me get in touch with some who I lost touch with through being a bit rubbish. So that’s good.
The other problem with Facebook is that I’m a very nosy person so it’s really addictive.
The nice man from Tesco brought me some food today so I can eat again! Hurrah! I managed to order nothing unhealthy apart from crisps. I always do that and then wish I’d at least bought some Rich Tea biscuits or something… Plus, I keep remembering things I should have ordered. Like Ryvita.
Today I watched ‘half ton hospital’ with Jeremy Kyle. It was about a hospital in NYC which specialises in making fat people thin again. Or something. And when I say fat, I mean FAT. As in 55 stone. That’s more than 5 1/2 of me. There was one man who ate 15,000 calories a day. Good lord!
Some things I would like to say to the general MySpace populous:
Prettyful is NOT a word. I don’t see why it is necessary to makeup utterly shit words to replace words which are absolutely fine already. Beautiful and pretty are both perfectly good words, get with the programme.
Text speak is utterly unnecessary and makes you seem utterly thick. No-one, no matter how intelligent can use those sorts of words and sound clever. Although it’s unlikely you’d be using them and have any sort of intelligence in the first place. I like to think there are a few people left who value our language. I think I may be sadly mistaken.
Other things that have been going on today are few and far between. My CV is with Jonic currently being redesigned, so I can’t apply for any jobs and I’m trying to conserve my money by avoiding town. Luckily it does mean I get to watch the Chuckle Brothers. Today they’ve been put in charge of a panda for some unfathomable reason.
Is it just me or are the Chuckle Brothers clearly massive racists? I’m not sure why, it’s just a feeling I get.
I’ve nearly finished Zelda though, which is cause for sadness and celebration in equal measures. I’m excited about seeing the ending, which promises to be epic, but also gutted that I won’t be able to play it any more. I do have a lot of other games to be getting on with though, so it’s not all doom and gloom.
It’s very strange to think that the only two people reading my blog are people who I speak to regularly and know all of these things already. Maybe soon I’ll start writing interesting things and my readership will grow.
Paul Chuckle just told a generation of kids that, when confronted by a lion one must look said lion straight in the eyes. Surely that leaves a lot of children open to lion attacks?
That’s just irresponsible.
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- People who work so hard on being ‘different’ that they forget who they are, or won’t let themselves be who they are for fear of being a bit too normal.
- The fact that MySpace has put an end to being able to tell what a person is like by the company they keep. Everyone looks like a dick on MySpace.
- Stretching your own ears up a couple of sizes hurts like a bastard and reaps no rewards, only pain.
- My hair
That is all for today I think. I dislike most things on most days, but there are always a couple that really get my goat. Incidentally, I would like my goat back at some point.
However, the good news for today is that I have fixed my black glasses (sadly ruined in a my head vs. the wall incident).
Today is a day of uninspiration. I like that word. I just invented it.