another day another dollar (spent)

one day,
hopefully,
everything will be free.
I love spending money, it's probably my favourite past time but jesus it can get depressing sometimes.

Snowy weather is getting tedious now, with all the roads just becoming grey slush it's not much fun trying to get anywhere when you're constantly scared that you're going to pull a 180 just for turning the steering wheel.

Last night I had loads to write but never did

Tonight I feel blanker than a ... blank canvas?

Writers block; Let's blame the snow for that too. Or that kid off X Factor. Why not.

It's been a while..

So I haven't really updated this much. I can't decide if it's down to me being either:
too lazy
not bothered
playing mw2
university (definitely not)
work
life
the realisation that probably no one reads this

still, for the first time in nearly 4 years of employment, i've got my first 'actual' saturday off. annual leave aside, this is the first time where my name hasn't been cemented to the "Saturday" part of the rota.

So the other day I realised that it was definitely about time to write this update, and seeing as I've got no plans for this evening because they've fallen through/i'm a boring git/i think i might kill myself if i resort to mw2 again, I'm here doing this.

I was in uni on thursday, bored out of my head, and in the process of drawing and scribbling I realised that my mind wanders an awful lot. Wether this is a good thing, I dont know, but it led to me writing out a list of things I should probably write about for the invisible person that reads this blog. only now have i just realised how ironic it must seem that for someone who's mind was wandering decided to write a list, which is in essence a rather organised process.

So, from the top of this shabbily written list:
New Job:
Yup I've moved on from Envy/Tom Wolfe, to Ben Sherman. It's going awesome, and I get free clothes from them, £345 worth! Uniform has never been so stylist. Everyone I've met so far is so nice too, and I've not felt awkward once which is a blessing.

Gallows:

So when I wrote this, I was on the cusp of a 6-day, 4 show behemoth of xmas Gallows gigs. Sadly this isn't going to happen now because they've rescheduled, Steph (their guitarist) isn't too well and to be honest I think they're all knackered. Thankfully they're still playing their homecoming show and the london date, so I get to see them twice more before the year is out. Best wishes to Steph on getting well soon too.

Shopping: (?)
It's Christmas. What more do I say on that matter?

for some reason I've also listed CODmw2 I think that's because I've becommed mildly obsessed with it. I'm going to end up like this guy:

Boom headshot indeed.

So yeah, that's me for now.

Roll on pigs in blankets and dry turkey!

It's been a while...

So I figured I might aswell keep myself entertained and stop my mind from telling me "YOU HAVEN'T WRITTEN ON YOUR BLOG RECENTLY" by writing a blog post.

Reading week was pure fail on the reading front. I didn't do any.

I never intended to though, really.

Haven't stopped listening to Maxïmo Park's Books From Boxes recently. Paul Smith = genius.

£137.82

phonebills, ay?

I've changed my price plan, and they gave me an extra 10% off the cost of the line rental (too fucking right!)

Bam goes my overtime :/

Never forget...

x

Hung

Sometimes it seems like a better idea to just sit down with a cup of tea in the dead of night, alone, while everyone around you sleeps.

This is usually my favourite part of being alone. It's a time that I can reflect and get everything into context in my head. I guess it's pretty similar to dreaming, except that I never dream, so this is my time for reflection. To live up to the title of this blog I figured I might aswell ramble on randomly for a bit and hopefully at the end of it I'll have a nice, healthy looking chunk of text that has taken me a whole lot longer to type up than it has for whoever you are [reading this] to read.

I get envious at the people who have an idea that I wish I had thought of, and pretty soon after I will start to think of something similar, but despite my efforts I'll come up with something that I deem never to be good as the original idea.
I guess it's a flaw in my character, but at the same time, maybe it's just human nature to want something that someone else has had the luck, knowledge, thought, or downright genuis to accomplish. I'm pretty sure it is human nature, but very few people will ever admit it to anyone, let alone themselves.

Over the course of 2009 I've had a whole load of changes take place and while some of them rocked my outlook on life, others managed to replace that skewed perception of the world and allowed me to get rid of that metaphorical fish-eye lens I was using when looking at the world, and gave me a nice clean lens with no fingerprints on so that I could start shooting my life how I pleased. Photography as a metaphor for life seems pretty good, but in essence I'm sure I could draw a tenuous link between anything as a metaphor for life.
I've never been a photographer, however I heard that Polariod are going to remake their famous cameras, in both digital (how does that work?) and the original format. This actually made me feel the same giddyness a child usually feels when they see the first adverts for toys on the lead up to Christmas, which I'm guessing, is about now...

I haven't watched telly in ages. By "telly" I mean sitting down and actually wanting to watch a programme. I seem to do all my TV viewing late at night, and mostly on Dave, watching repeats of Mock The Week, QI, Top Gear or some other "Brought to you by the BBC, chosen by Dave" classic. I watched Saw II last night, inbetween the ad breaks for some programme on More4 called Hung, about (from what I gathered) a dude who's got a house, that got burned down, and his wife left him for a doctor who's got a pecker, but a lot of money, and now the original dude's trying to make money using his dong. Strange, but quite interesting. I've totally undersold the programme now, which is a real shame, but I'm hoping that like most people, the title alone will intrigue people into watching it.

I've got a shitload of uni work that's going to hit the proverbial fan any time soon and I'm really not looking forward to it. I just need to get the next month out of the way and it's all plain sailing again.

I feel as thought I've now forgotten about everything that I was going to soil this page with. Damnit.

I never read what I've written. I just dont like doing it. I scrolled through this page and caught a glimpse of what I'd written and it made me feel awkward. It's like reading a letter that doesn't belong to you, but mentions you in it. You realise now that you've overstepped a barrier that you should never go near, and you're left feeling rather resentful at yourself for knowing something you should never have known. I really an rambling now. I don't even know what I'm going on about anymore, but the enjoyment I'm getting from just rhythmically tapping away at this keyboard feels great. It's as though I'm gathering pace like a snowball and soon enough it'll all come crashing down, hopefully into a rather witty signing off that will make me look smart and funny, and leave you feeling like you wished you had thought of it first.

I think I just managed it.

This week

has been nothing short of amazing.

"I know a place we can go where you'll fall in love so hard, you'll wish you were dead"

Cribs were amazing last night.

Nandos two days in a row, the latter being my collection and sharing of an entire chicken (FOR FREE) in the Camden branch, epic.

New haircut (cheers)

Mini's almost finished, when it's done I'll be nice and put a picture up.

Maybe.

go shawty..

It's my birthday!

Yes it is, and here I am, fingers on keyboard, cat on lap, enjoying every minute of it.

Mahogany dashboard in my Mini, anyone? Mmmhmmm.

As tasty as dinner will be tonight!!

One in a million...

Or 479,428 to be exact.

I tried to follow Post Secret on here (if you don't know what it is, go check it out at postsecret.blogspot.com) but apparently it already has 10,000 followers and I can't join in the fun :(

However, if offered me the joy of joining in on Facebook, and guess who decides to show up in the followers list, out of all those 479,428 people?



The missus :)

Guess that goes to show just how special she is.

Let's raise a little hell around here...

I'm sure I've heard that somewhere before *checks on Google*

...

There's some songs and stuff. Nothing really of importance or significance. I just remembered where I heard the phrase before.

The appallingly disappointing Dorian Gray film.

:'(

Oscar would be turning in his grave.

G'night.

New Ink

Well, the tattoo went great, and the finished result is just stunning.

Love it!

I feel a cold coming on though :(

Need to tidy my room, and get some FIFA on.

Such is the life of a student, eh?

Busy October

So it seems that October is clearly the highlight of my social calender.

Last night I (geekily) went to the 24-hour Tesco and bought Fifa 10 for the amazing price of £24.97, amazing. Worth it I guess.

Today, in around 2 hours, I'm getting a sextant tattooed on my leg. Yesssssss.

Monday the 12th, I turn 20. Goodbye teenage years. It's been a good time, but now I'm moving ever closer to the manhood-inducing 21. Scary stuff. It'll be mortgages and bills next :/

I'm sure there's plenty of other stuff going on that I can't quite remember right now.

Time to make a phonecall to a FELLA.


This blogging lark is fun actually.

Black

Clearly sets the mood.

I shall begin blogging. Unlike my last blog, which went tits up because I stopped eating sandwiches. But that doesn't matter.

Hopefully I'll fill this one out with some worthwhile reading matter.