Blogging for the sole reason of being completely bored out of my brain. So forgive me if I've forced you to read this, when it's not the slightest bit interesting. I'll try my best. (It's good to be honest like that when it comes to writing. The first page of a book should start with "Just bare with me, I'll try to make it good, k?".)

It's been a weird couple of weeks. I've learned nothing... Actually that's a lie. I've learned a few things. thus the following; trading your alcohol addiction for a World of Warcraft and an X-Factor addiction doesn't make you feel like Mr Muscle (the new sexy animation Mr Muscle). I know, I'm pretty shocked too... but yeah, other than that, I've indeed learned nothing at all. I guess my attention span is pretty short. I was addicted to Warcraft for a week or two, but I'm not getting that whole "what happened to my life?" addiction that I hear about on TV. Which disappointed me a little, I thought this game would rekindle my love for playing computer games. but I guess that part of me died when Crash Bandicoot came back with muscles and tattoos, who presumably beats on his girlfriend (...kind of like Mr. Muscle without the women beating, but maybe the next advert he'd get roid rage or something.). So with my attempts to find my false sense of accomplishment elsewhere, I watched X-factor and chose a singer I want to win, and if she doesn't win, I don't care, I'm back on the beers again anyway. So I guess that last sentence was moot... or "moo".

I've been learning to drive the last couple of months. I must say, each lesson I have, either goes well, or is an utter nightmare leaving me a nervous wreck behind the wheel. My driving skills fluctuate like a vampires sexuality. Every week I sit in abject dread and my own urine waiting for the learner car to park outside my house. Okay, I don't urinate myself, but it's getting closer each week. Fingers crossed, the levees wont break anytime soon. But I shouldn't dwell on the bad lessons, I hear that people learn from their mistakes. Just don't get in a car with me anytime soon, okay? I look at other drivers thinking "don't listen to your radio, you'll kill us all!", I still need full concentration on the road. Though it would be pretty cool if my instructor would let me bring some CDs with me when I'm a consistently good driver.

Well that's it for now, I have to go Halloween shopping.
Thanks and sorry for reading :) x

Megan Fox is destroying the human race!

So I went to go see Transformers 2 last night. I must say it was pretty enjoyable. Totally worth the £2 ticket (orange Wednesday, buy one get one free. went halfs with a friend). Would of enjoyed it more if we got their earlier and had better seats. But we just like showing up to these things on time so it saves us standing around in the lobby drinking our overpriced coca cola and all our salty salty popcorn. We were 2nd row from the front, placed at the right side. The only way I could explain this experience, is to say, imagine if you went to a Football match, and was seated right in the corner. It's fun to see your favourite player come take a corner, but you have a very obscure vision to whats happening on the other side of the pitch. Which was the case in this movie, every now and then there'd be writing in the bottom left hand corner naming the location and date, so I'd have to turn my head, and lean forward to read what it says.

This movie was awesome for the following reasons... Megan Fox on a bike, Megan Fox slow motion running, Megan Fox slow motion running, and once again, they had her running in slow motion a time after that! Not that I'm complaining, I enjoyed those moments...a lot! But they couldn't of made it more obvious that she was just there for sex appeal. Apart from being an affection starved girlfriend, I can't remember her character doing anything that changed the plot of the movie. They had her doing that slow motion run three times! like the director thought that the inappropriate camera angle while she was laying on the bike, and one running scene wasn't enough. He was right, it wasn't enough. I was sat so close to the darn screen, that sometimes I had no choice to look at one character at a time, and ofcourse, I chose dear Megan. So I was grateful for those scenes. I think most of the females in the audience liked those scenes just as much. But there lies the problem. if every girl turns gay for Megan, the human race as we know it, will be DOOMED!

The action sequences were awesome, special effects were top notch. I've always found it hard to get into a robot fight though. I don't know what their threshold for pain is. If one gets punched in the face do I say "ouch!"?. How do I empathise with a transformer? and it's hard to know who's winning the fight until it's over. So you just gotta sit back and enjoy special effects, and just hope those robots know what they're doing.

But sure, I don't want to go into the movie too much. I'm not a movie reviewer. Though I was giving it a shot there, wasn't I? I could probably dive into the movie a bit more if I didn't have the cinema seats from hell, and didn't have the bladder size Diet Coke. I asked for a medium! Don't you find it embarrassing if you have to make that trip to the toilets twice during a movie? you have to piss off the whole seating line again "ugh this guy again!". I'm sorry, I have a tiny bladder, and I can't enjoy a movie without wetting my whistle, which consequently leads me to squeezing my lemon...ugh.

Sorry about that last part.

Stealing identities to pick up chicks, and pussing out to Anne Frank.

Whoop, well look who's just jumped onto the blogging bandwagon... an absolute nobody! seriously, who's gonna read this?

I've always kept my distance from the blogging side of things. I'm a bit awkward at trying anything new, I have to get used to the idea first. For example, it took me a while to upload my real photo on my myspace page. Not that I was posing as anyone else before. That'd be creepy. (Though once I took a photo of my friend and sent it to a chick I was chatting up online and said it was me.) but that had to be a good four or five years ago. So no, I haven't stolen any ones identity for a very long time now, I just had a picture of the Vandals album "Live fast diarrhea" as my display picture. But look how I've grown! I've made a Blogger account today, and within the first five minutes, my picture is sitting pretty (i use that loosely) at the top of the page... GROWTH

and yes, I doubt many people would want to read the musings of a 21 year old man who still lives at home... but that's how Anne Franks diary got started. she didn't know I'd be reading that book 60 odd years later... (actually I got to the last few pages and couldn't read on, because I didn't want her to get caught. and sure, if the Nazi's come looking for me, the chances of me getting Blogger access would be a million to none... I will build up the strength to read those last pages though.) but not to compare myself to the great Anne Frank... I know the types of people who'll read this... my friends, people who give me a five second chance "did he just say 'blogging bandwagon?' now that's just a tongue twister... NEXT!", and then last but not least, the people who hate me. Which I'm sure my brother will read this, and pass judgement on every word. but fuck you people, I'm too cheap to buy a diary that some one's going to read (and maybe sell?) anyway. I'm writing this shit down!

ah, and we're off to a good start....

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