Patching Stuff Up

So about 2 weeks ago, I broke my laptop. I dropped it, which is always fun. AHAHAHAHAHA. I now just use my monitor and thread the screen through HDMI. I've missed out on loads of things to blog about so there's been a massive gap of activity, which, is um, kinda shit.
I feel a bit stupid about not being able to blog because there are a few slightly specific things that I've missed talking about on here, which totally sucks :(


I think I might just patch it in over some time, like recently. A few things that I can recall right now are that I've had these things going on:

-Shitty exams (FUN)
-My search for the best coffee shop (Kind of worth a whole post in itself, look out for that like tomorrow)
-BROKEN LAPTOP
-I sort of have stretched my ear a tonne more
-It's been snowing

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^This is all stuff that no one cares about, but going with the idea that this is a 'cyber diary' I am going to blog some more about them regardless. I think most of that stuff is personal and pointlessly boring, except the coffee thing, because, everyone loves coffee (if you don't you might be broken**)

**Side note**
-Get checked out for not liking coffee, you might actually be broken, or retarded (or both).

Oh last thing, I found a really good social app for mobile devices called 'Flipboard'. It combines all the social apps on your device, local news, national news, RSS from interesting magazine style companies and just interesting random shit for when you're bored, and the combined interface is awesome. -CHECK IT OUT-
http://www.flipboard.com

My Obsession With Death

My Obsession With Death

I've had an interesting few days, well like, emotionally. I think I'm hormonal lately, I'm not too sure, oh well. I've had a very weird state of mind lately and I've let social tackles get on top of me. I'm kind of worried about my growing obsession with death, and it's kind of creeping me out. After reading about the heroin story of Kurt Cobain, and Sid Vicious etc. I started to realise the seriousness of the 'dirty drug' and what getting hooked on it en tales. I looked up about the effects of it and couldn't resist the temptation of watching people inject it. From young teenage girls injecting their necks to old men on the street crying whilst pumping themselves full of this horrific drug that they have become reliant on. I later looked at an MRI scan of a man dying, watching the lights in his brain shut off, quite literally. It was strangely pleasing to be able to see someone just fading away like that, which leads to the next section of my discovery. I was intrigued about the Kurt Cobain story and looked further into it, reading his original scanned-in version of his suicide note, looking at post-mortem images of his ruined face, from the shot-gun blast that he dealt to himself. I was a little too interested in death for this short period of time, and there was something so real, so gripping and odd about seeing real things that are related to the death of a person with such relevance to the world of music. I'm sort of scared for my own health. Oh well. I blame Tumblr, Ed's Mum (for buying me the book that had about Kurt's suicidal heroin journey) and my naturally dark mind. 

By the way here's an image of Kurt Cobain's suicide note -



Terrible New Beginnings

I have to be honest, my first day of school was shit. I questioned myself about one person I care so much about, just because I work things over in my head and this person I don't think cares for me as much as I care for them. It started off well, being given a written letter from my favourite friend Ella, that was the cutest thing I've ever read. And then it saturated into a depressing day of social mis-judgement, and sharing the grief my friend had of pretty much being cheated by the same girl for the second time. I hate life right now, if you know my blog and have seen my mood chart, from that I am definately in a FUCK OFF mood.

My Life Around Beano

My Grandma bought me a legit copy of the first ever Beano with a Dennis the Menace comic strip!!! It was literally one of the best gifts I've ever received. 

I've always loved the Beano mag, and I don't even care if anyone has an opinion on it, I still love the Beano. Because I've always had an interest in the Beano, and strongly followed their views on things, I became a Dennis the Menace interpretative cartoon-like little boy. It was a fun point in my life, from the age of six to about eleven. I even had my room painted with Dennis and Gnasher with Dennis strips everywhere. It was the best thing ever, and thinking of the Beano reminds me of almost EVERYTHING about my life at the ages I read it, because I used to take my Beano's everywhere, and so that gave me a specific thing to remember about the events that were going on in my life. I love you Grandma.

The Day Out Portfolio

So me and Ed went and took a tonne of random photos of us in the chilled sunset and some skating and some stupid shit here it is.  *breathe in*

How are you feeling?

I found a great way to determine my mood and turn it into a mood I want to be in. I made a funny chart on my wall with a pen, that explains with keywords the mood that I'm in, mostly in ways that only I will understand.

So here is the chart, I'll quickly explain each one, and what they represent.

-OK
Ok really just is the average mood I find myself in about 80% of the time. It represents a balance between boredom and interest. If I want to change it I look further down the chart, and think of what will trigger my change of mood.
-HORNY
This one is pretty self explanatory, so I won't damage your mind by going into any detail.
-DUNLOP
I've always hated Dunlop as a brand, it's a cheap, tacky brand, that most likely endorses child labour for cheap production. This represents me feeling cheap, and shallow, almost worthless sometimes.
-CLUNGE
Since inbetweeners, I haven't been able to take the word clunge seriously. I even had troubles not laughing at it before, now it's even worse. I use this word as an insult now ('you clunge', 'what a clunge', 'such a clunge'). So this word is basically describing myself when I feel stupid, or immature. It can be good and it can be bad. Sometimes it's funny to let your inner child free, and snigger and phallic terms. There's always a time and a place though, of course.
-GR8
This just basically means I'm happy. Gr8 (Great) things have probably happened to make me feel this way. I like life when I feel like this. I appreciate things more, and I'm a lot more relaxed.
-FUCK OFF
This is an isolating mood, where I just want to disappear, from the world. I get like this when I fall out with someone important to me, and it's usually my Mum or close friends. It's a big 'fuck off' to the world, letting it know that I'm really not in the mood for anything that breathes, all I want is music, sleep, and a clear mind.
-DONNIE DARKO
To me, this mood is my mood of ups and downs. I'm temperamental, one minute I'm friendly, the next I'm a total dick to everyone. I feel like two different people, which is where the name comes from, because Donnie Darko is schizophrenic, and so he's not often himself.
-LOL
This mood literally means nothing. It's usually when I'm  in an un-describable mood, so it's like the blank card of moods.

That sort of went on longer than it should, oops.

Ticking Off My Resolutions for 2013

So I plan to succeed at doing all of these things this year -

- Learn uke

-Get better at drawing

-Go to more events

-Rid myself of my judge-mental ways

-Continue being veggie

-Learn Guitar

-Broaden my music library

-Be less self-centric in general

Aimee and Stuff

My friend Aimee has wanted to do a blog, but apparently sucks at blogging. I don't really understand because she seems like the type of person to sit there with a coffee and a cigarette, looking over her computer writing shit about her life on here like the rest of us are, and I don't even know why I can imagine her doing that, I guess some people I just in-vision doing certain things, like a situation stereotype I guess. Aimee is one of those people that doesn't really change around other people, she is just always the same Aimee. Most of us just curve the way we are to suit who we are with, but she just doesn't, and everyone that knows her massively respects her for that. She's sort of like an erect penis, whilst everyone else is a limp penis. << Sorry for putting it like that but it just seemed like a great way to describe her, much love Aimee!!

OH and by the way I persuaded her to start blogging and here's a link to her blog, below an awesome picture of her. 

                                                         http://puke0nu.blogspot.co.uk/

Sad Notes on My Life

So to start off, I speak for myself as I imagine most teenagers sucked in by our throw-away society of greed and the lust for material possessions see themselves.

Ever since I was a young boy (younger than I already am, which by the way is 15) I have craved money, items and ‘better’ goods more and more. Being born in to a system like this gave me no hope of rising and resisting against our capitalist system, and so the tunnel vision I was born with just led to me feeding in to it.

As unfortunate as this is, this is how I imagine most youths of our western world were also brought up, and yet I don’t think even a quarter of them are ashamed of it, I mean, would you be? Being surrounded by the biggest and the best of the latest gadgets of today, would you even need to think of other people? I find it hard to comprehend what life would be like without money, because my life, and everyone’s life around me, is fuelled by money (minus the drunken homeless man sat near me on this bus trying to blow his cigarette smoke out of the window).

I once watched a comedy act on the television that I seem to remember I wasn’t allowed to watch, because of age restrictions or something like that, (which just made it even more thrilling). It was mainly about our money fuelled society and how technology is beginning to become more important to some than human relations. One line that has stuck in my head for all these years is, ‘you might have all of the gadgets in the world, but there will never be an app for friendship’.

The Spooky House of Butterpuff

Me and my friend Chris, who I've recently fallen out with over money for whatever shallow retarded reason

(GOD DAMN YOU FUCKING MONEY), made a video on his iPad to test out the 'trailer template' feature, now obviously, if you know me and Chris, we wouldn't seriously take good advantage of this feature, so to test it out, we made a completely stupid video, with no relevance to anything, ever. CHECK IT OUT ~

My foreign friend

I have a new friend! All the way from Cameroon, she began talking to me just out of the blue. I cannot speak french and so it is a little awkward communicating because we are both using translators and things like that, but it is really pleasant to speak to someone who doesn't care about money and the shallow things my life in England is full of. She's called Alexandra and she is quite poor, but although poor she is a lovely girl, I think she's about 17, from what I understand, I'm so happy I have such distant contact from someone who seems to be almost literally a world apart from me.

Money in a Tin

I've just started to try and have some financial organisation, so I can prioritise between necessities and things that I would like to do/buy. I've started putting money that I want as spare money in a tin at my girlfriends house (Sally's house). We're both putting money into it for things we would like to buy/do together. The first few things on the list are train and gig tickets, and ukulele's for us to play and sing together on the internet.

This is Sally, well, sort of, she doesn't like having her picture taken~

Ed Edd n Eddy

YES, my friend Ed just bought me an XX top, I'm so happy gaaaaaaaaaah.

I love Ed, he's such a good friend to me, and even though I burned one of his pencils, pissed his Dad off, and  squeezed his bad toe by accident, I reckon our friendship is pretty mutual. He's one of the only people that actually listens to what I say and has debates about things maturely, as well as having a non-serious, sarcastic relationship of exaggerated insults and violence. Everyone should have a friend like Ed. -No homo-

Here's a photo of the top he bought me, and me and him together.

The Christmas Break

In this Christmas break I've achieved pretty much nothing, unless you class a messier room, a load of pointless facebook updates, learning about two chords on ukulele, getting a new office chair, and playing computer games as productive. I'm not really ashamed or 'bugged' by my lack of achievement on this break, because after all, it is a break.
I guess I could be doing more interesting things with my life, which is sort of my new years resolution, to have a more satisfying, fulfilling life in this year just began. Wow, the year has just begun, weird. I remember last year like it was two weeks ago.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAno.

-Here's a picture of a pink cat.