Blog of the '08-'09 Switcherooness

Hey people! :>

Well, here we are. It's December 30th, at nine-something in the evening. Little over 36 hours till I'm officially 17!!! (the word "officially" referring to the noon-ish birth).

Chances are that I'll be online this time tomorrow... got no parties to go to, though there'll definitely be the traditional midnight Jools Holland-fest as per usual :> then when midnight sounds (and 2008 is gone) it's the massive "Hey! Happy new year lol [xxx]" texts (the square brackets refer to the part that is optional, ie. used in texts to the females... because men sending kisses to men? Don't wanna give the wrong impression now... ((to the female audience reading this: it's a man thing :P)) ).


And so, in traditional Jimbob style, I'm gonna try and pack in one hell of a blog about 2008, before ranting about whatever springs to mind next.

My, my, my. WHAT a year.

I'll start where any man, with knowledge of the general order of a simple calendar, would logically begin: January. And believe me, that was one BAD month. It started with my birthday - quite a fun party, definitely. But from there? Downhill. RIP Steph (deceased 8 January, aged about 30) and Manda (17 January, 40ish), some good friends of the family. THEN came the death of the family's beloved dog Sally on the 29th (not forgetting mocks ongoing through the month, and a generally bad time socially as well...)

Rest in peace, all three of you.

Luckily, things began to look up... Nothing significant really happened as of then... just the way life should be sometimes. I think the next significant moment was in Spain; once in March with the school, once in July with the Kerrs, both fantastic! :>

May and June... pretty crap really. That said, the end of June was a godsend, what with school and exams being over, and just having some time of recollection, to turn back into Jimbob the human... oh, and work experience at the Victoria Lodge... I'll admit, helping out those less fortunate than myself gave me a sense of pride (yes, I know, I was abundant enough of pride beforehand, thank YOU :p) and it also opened my eyes to the wider world, showing that there are seriously unfortunate people out there.

Enter the summer... And, what with a brilliant holiday, great friendships (and great relationship), and all was well.

Then September came, and it was all a blur from there. Oh well. Along the way, there was another relationship (before you ask, I don't really consider myself a "player" just because I fancy people quicker than others...), a cat I've had for twelve of my sixteen years passed, and it was quite a lot about survival more than anything.

Yet here I am now! WOOHOO!

At this point, I'd just like to give a big thank you to all of my best friends, who have helped me enjoy the time a bit more. It's one of those things you don't really do consciously, but it works well. And thanks to everybody who has helped me broaden my horizons, learn important and VITAL social skills, and thanks to those who have come to me in their times of need, genuinely seeking my help, and in the process giving me invaluable trust... not to mention reciprocated interest (you wouldn't believe it, but it is all true. Serious. I don't exactly have a life to get back to :>).


And so onto the big oh-nine. What's to come of it? Well, I'll have a quadruplet of wheels - not to mention the sheer agony of not being able to always afford petrol, and the inevitable moaning about costs, and "the other tossers on the road" (a noble phrase - part warning, I suppose - as frequently given by my mother).

Hopefully there'll be a relationship (or however many are needed until I learn!) and a good many new friends, whilst keeping track with the current, and maybe even old, ones. Okay, good health for all is a bit much to wish for, I know... but y'know. I don't actually wish bad things to happen to anyone.

Sure, there are people out in the world I really don't like, but my New Year Wish (don't tell anyone I wrote and published it or it won't come true! XD) is for people I know and care about to get as good - or, indeed, bad - as they deserve.


As for the right now, well... got a party to organise, some recommendations from locals who can drive where a good place to learn around here is, not to mention hours of studying and cursing.

So why am I here writing this instead? No idea!


And with that epiphany, I wish you all a great new year. May there be a great many successes and... uhrm... other positive things... in the year 2009!

I love you all! Especially YOU!
...DISCLAIMER: Jimbob may not actually love you in a physical way. Apologies if this causes offence, and thank goodness if that's a relief for you. But no, I don't.

Happy new year!
Your friend, Jimbob xxxx

Blog of Xmas Cheerness

"Ho ho ho", "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiit's CHRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas!" "Pika Pika!"

...As the three wise men of Christmas: Santa, Noddy Holder and Pikachu would say, HEY PEEPS!

So, it was Ecksmas yesterday :) Everyone have a good one? Sorry to hear that. Mine was pretty awesome :> got some presents... including a new iPod classic... worthy of a rant, methinks...

I absolutely adore it!!! It is seriously more awesome than any iPod I've ever had... one. Plus an MP3 player that wasn't technically an iPod (the Rio Nitrus, January-March 2005... t'was fun :>) but one thing I don't get is the fact that it's called an iPod classic. I mean, the ol' Pods have been going for about 5 years now, and they're FANTASTIC things :) but WHY is it called a "classic"? I mean, it's the 6th generation of iPods... 120gb - which, for the record, is more than my laptop can hold - is pretty damn amazing [it's called Destructinator :>], but the old 4gb blue (CLASSIC) iPod mini named Fluffy WILL be a relic and go down in history as the tool which has given me such pleasure, March 2005 thru December 2008.

The Lord bless Fluffy.

(Fluffy's actually lying in my room as we speak! I really should organise a box of relics and other legendary objects... something to tell my future offspring about when they're old enough to pretend to care :>)

It should also be noted that I haven't blogged in over a week now (meh... I'm over it) so I should have a lot to blog about in theory.

Theories can be misleading :>

However... old WGSians - I mean those in our year circa J2-J6 - remember Sunny (aka Sandeep)? Been speaking to him a lot lately :) it's good to get in touch with old friends that one hasn't spoken to in a LONG time :> but no, we haven't seen each other yet. Can't wait till we do!

That's about the height of the excitement of my current life - unless you want to know that I'm filling in Barack Obama's head in Hanjie form. That's kinda fun.


Can't think of anything else to type really. Got some album covers to hunt!

Hope you all had a brilliant Christmas!
Will try for one more blog by the end of the year... but I AM OFFICIALLY DIECISIETE (that's "seventeen" in Spanish... because hyphens are too much of a pain to write the word in French... dix*nggh...nggh...* naaaa, can't reach the dash button. Crud.) ON THURSDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thursday, coincidentally, is also not 2008. That's kinda good. Though it may be a bad thing too. Who knows?

Always look to the future with happiness. If you dread what's to come, well, what's there to live for? Apart from the feeling that you've lived through it. But then one would feel depressed by what's just happened.

See? Happiness :>

DISCLAIMER: if you're not happy and you have a good reason for it, I understand and am terribly sorry. I give my Apologies *registered trademark* and hope that whatever happens gets better soon. If it can't get better soon, I hope it somehow does anyway.

Yours, (oh, what a stylish sendoff!)
Jimbob oxoxoxo-cube

Blog of Separationness

I suppose you're probably fed up of reading my blog now I'm updating it every so often... sorry :)

Anyway, HEY PEEPS :> we all good? Good.

So, tonight has indeed sparked some activation energy (it's a chemistry term that I've never understood... apart from the fact that it's energy that activates reactions... as for which, and when to use it, I have absolutely no sodding clue...) to write yet another entry to my chronicle of what has recently been normality.

In fact, I'm even considering changing this blog's name - it hasn't been insanity lately. It may have been abstract here and there, but not really insanity.

But I have been thinking, in my several hours of not leaving the house (after going into King's Lynn yesterday, and what with this cough STILL bugging me, I thought I owed it to myself to have another day of sloth), and the main thing I've been thinking about is old friends.

What sparked this on, you ask? A card from people I haven't heard from or spoken to in a long time. Hope they're well. Anyway, yeah, it hadn't hit me before, as to how many people I'm actually separating away from as of late... some physically closer than others...

And it's got me asking - can you have your earlier life gradually erased from your memory for eternity? To think that these are the people that we have spent so much of our earlier lives with... and many happy times.

Of course, I'm not sure whether this applies to more people than myself, but I'm the kind of person that thinks back to some of my earlier life, and immediately thinks that it's time to move on, particularly from the debatably more embarassing moments of it (none immediately spring to mind, but it's the stance I have on the matter that counts, surely.)

And for someone who is scared by the idea of death, that's kind of a thought that makes me ponder.

...And when I ponder, I write pretentious blogs for my own amusement, in the hopes that others will find them somewhat amusing...

......oh, whatever happened to the days of yonder, in which my blogs actually used to be fun......

There's so many people I don't talk to. There's a couple of things I should really do, had I not the excuse that "I'm so busy" (of course, when a woman comes into the equation, I've got all the time in the world... funny that)... well, I suppose I have got to start prioritising things.

Unfortunately, school has to take tops. If I fail miserably in academic stuff, I won't forgive myself.

But there are so many people I need to drop a line to. If you feel like you're one of them (I believe one of the list actually reads this... as for the others, well, I'll find a way. Promise XD) then hang by your phones.

Not tonight. Nor probably tomorrow, due to cleaners and tree decorating and a start to my revision (one week into the holidays... how very uncharacteristic of me...)

And if you ever want to ring me, and I know you in person quite well, feel free. I'll be more than happy to chat to ya, as long as you don't have the persona of a stalker or paedophile. :)


But I do care.


I would list the names, but for the risk of embarrassment (does embar[r]ass have one or two r's?) I shall not mention you. I just hope that a mental link, or some kind of ESP, or if all else fails, Rick Rolling in March (well wouldja look at that... a subtle hint... it's amazing how I can just drop them into everyday conversation and not draw any kind of attention to them by extra-long bracket notes following them... plus I think it's quite a closed hint, as not everybody can say they've been taken to the place to get Rick Rolled... anyway, I'm babbling :> but WE MUST MEET UP!)

...*we're losing him... come in, Jimbob... charge... CLEAR*

I do care.

I just have an unconventional way of showing it - through the artmass of the blog.
(Hey, bless fate that it wasn't interpretive dance.)

Love you all!
Jimbob xxxx

THE FIFTIETH BLOG... of Imminentness

Hey peeps :>

As the blog count hits the big FIFTY (:3O) I'm sat here no different to always, listening to "The Night Santa Went Crazy" by Weird Al Yankovic (hey, didn't I listen to it when I was doing another blog in the past? I can't remember...)

Still, at least this time it's seasonal. Something for the church choir to sing to the sermonites (that's what I call them as of now. Definition: people who regularly attend church sermons.) And, since I'm in such an aptly festive mood (with Christmas spirit, not euphamistic for homosexuality thank you - not that I have anything against them, not at all.)

One of the best verses from the newly-crowned hymn goes as follows:

Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers, and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbecued Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said "It tastes just like chicken!"


So, now we're full of Christmas Cheer. Let's get on with looking at what's imminent.

Well, ladies and gentlemen, the countdown has hit single digits... nine more days. NINE. That's like, just over a week. Jesus would have been two thousand and eight years old (considering the year after 1 BC was 1 AD... why am I being so mathematical tonight? It's the holidays, dammit, and I intend to hit the maths revision sometime later this week... so long as it's not tomorrow... STILL recovering...)

It's also sixteen days till my seventeenth!

Now, apologies for not blogging yesterday. I did try, but the computer turned off on me partway through. Grrr. Yes, I do realise that it would have been 17 till the 17th birthday... that's kind of a special day in itself... but myes.

So yes, what am I getting for my birthday? Well, not a clue, really, except for money toward driving lessons...


Yesterday was good fun, being a walking advertisement for the Young Enterprisians at the Xmas Market in Wisbech. I even bought a fluffy hat and scarf - they're surprisingly warm and snuggly XD - for the bargain price of nine smackers! Plus, even Kieran says they suit me... but then, Kieran decorates Greeks for Christmas and brings his creations to Mass :P

Don't worry, it's a mutual insider joke (and I'm fully aware that resorting to insider jokes in blogs is quite low, considering the loss of humour amongst the readers of this... so it's worth a try explaining.) Y'see, Kieran rips on me - in a friendly way, of course - about me being Greek... so I do it to him about being Catholic ((which, for the record, he isn't anymore...)) so I think we're pretty equal there.


One thing that is currently annoying me - yes, another tangential topic of conversation (in fact, I believe this is the first one for a long time... I must be losing my touch...) - is my cold - I've had it for about a week, and I can barely smell or taste a thing. I say barely, because I can in rare, short intervals... but today's been especially hell because I've been blowing my nose pretty much all day. It's a wonder I don't go through as many tissue boxes as I should.

With this, there's something even worse to augment the PAIN (oh, I'm quite the young, artistic, poetic sufferer, eh?) - a cough. Now, the thing about THAT is that there are roughly-three hour intervals when I'm completely free of it, and it doesn't cross my mind once. However, when it hits, by Jinzo does it hit. It's like when you complete one round of coughing, you can't breathe in through the throat for some reason, so you make a suffocating sound as you hit Round 2 (only without the slutty young woman jumping about holding a sign in what little clothing she's been paid to wear). Then by the time round five-or-so is reached, you learn by then that holding your nose works (trust me, it just does.), and breath is slowly regained. And when I say slowly, I mean s - l - o - w - l - y...

And that's what I've been up to the past couple of days.

It's also really depressing when it's the 16th of December, and the Xmas tree isn't even up; on one hand, it's kinda the fault of the recarpeting job. Everything's scattered everywhere, the house is a completely different mess to what it usually is... and it's hard to find time when your mother's still at school and you're not.

Oh well :)


Deck the halls with boughs of fish-mas
Fahlalalala...lalalala
'Tis the season to be Christmas
Fahlalalala...lalalala
Come the eve, we'll all be pissed-mas
Fahlala, lalala, la la LAAAA,
CHRIIIISTmas Christmas Christmas Christmas
Fahlalalala...lala...la....*grunt*

And so ends my poetic teen angst-ridden life in blog form.
Here's to fifty entries of Abstract Insanity... and apologies for having to bear them.

Abby Titmuss to all!
Jimbob xxxx

'Tis the Season to be blogging of fahlalalala..lalalala-ness

I thought I'd encorporate a little happiness into the title as well... just goes to show that it doesn't have to be savoured like your rich uncle's own brand caviar, but it can be spread like some good old-fashioned Utterly Butterly.

And, it is December 12th. The last official day of going to school in the year 2008. One of twelve days in the year of which the date is the same as the relative position of the month in the monthly spectrum (ie. 12/12/08... if i could explain it better, I would...)

...and you know what that means?
THIRTEEN DAYS TILL XMAS!!!!!!
TWENTY DAYS TILL I CAN LEGALLY RUN PEOPLE OVER AND PANIC ABOUT IT AFTERWARDS!!!!!!

Yeah! XD

So anyway, have I got a blog for you guys tonight, while most of you youths are out doing what you do best - partying XD and probably getting peshed (ie. the word "pissed" in pissed language) while you're at it. Good for you, if that's your cup of tea. Unfortunately, I'm still bursting into random coughing fits that sound actually quite lethal. Plus, the first I heard about it was last night... Tonight, all I intend to have is a little relaxation :>

Last I blogged, I believe it was Sunday. I was recovering from the shock of completing the play, I was relaxed from a party of my own (staying sober, thank you very much... furthest I've ever been is tipsy, and that's easy... all I need is one glass of Lambrini - which, for the record, is probably my favourite alcoholic beverage - but I'll end this bracket before I continue the risk of sounding like a broken record.)

Tonight, I believe it is Friday. I am recovering from a whole term's worth of hard labour, as well as a cold, and I am relaxed, safe in the knowledge that everything worth thinking about does not need said thinking about for a good while... at least till after the weekend's through.

So, as I sit here stroking my brand new Drama colours (I ACTUALLY WAS PRESENTED A FULL COLOURS IN SOMETHING! I thought it was only the important members of the school who were presented them...) I like to sit back and reflect on the positive aspects that the term has brought me...

I could list lots of the stuff that I've felt has been good - in fact, I did, before I deleted it, realising that even I fell asleep reading it back to myself - but I suppose the main thing I feel in the newfound spirit of Christmas is friendship. I've made some new friends... and I've also lost a couple. But that's life.

We are, after all, only human.

But anyway, positiveness. What are you all getting for Christmas?! *waits attentively for reply*

Hopefully this Christmas will be all about fun, relaxation, the birth of Jesus, and presents :> and not necessarily in that order... in fact, forget orders, they're all independant events (some of them may even be pipe dreams to some of us... oh well...)

We wish you an Abby Titmuss, we wish you an Abby Titmuss, we wish you an Abby Titmuss, generic next line.
(Improvisational song techniques. Just goes to show that I can't even get a day job to not give up...)

And on that note, I think I'll leave this blog :) Hope you all have a Happy Christmas, Kwanzaa, New Year... and Easter.

Lots of love and cookies, Jimbob xxxxxx

Blog of Broken Silenceness

Well, after some of the most eventful days I've had lately, I'm proud to finally be able to say: HELLO!

Why so long? The play, duh! And may I just say...

WE ALL ROCKED IT!!!!!!

Okay, there may have been a few screw-ups and awkwardnesses around, but it's all over. And it's kind of a shame, really... but there's another play starting soonish! Bring it on!

Anyway, after the hecticness of the play, guess what? WE HAVE A RECARPETING JOB STARTING TOMORROW!
*grunt*
Great...

But yeah, I haven't even had a lot of time to look back and dwell on the recent successes.
So, I hope you enjoyed the play (if you didn't see it, you missed OUT :p)
And the major cough is a sign that effort was put in :P

And my personal congrats to everyone else who partook in the play, I think you all rocked it!

And so, to Saturday. After hours of tidying my room, there was a party!
For the record, no matter how much I say I hate parties with loads of booze and loud music, I must say - Charlie's party was a nice change :> It was relaxing to talk to everyone I normally wouldn't, in a remotely sane (sober) state of mind [in most cases].

I think that the play has brought many things - temporary opportunities, lots of fun, MANY comparisons... apparently I have the voice and mannerisms of Hugh Laurie, and the looks - and I'm still contemplating how this could be a compliment in ANY respects - of Jeremy Clarkson... well, whatever, I suppose :>... but the main thing I'm glad to have gotten out of it: new friends, particularly Charlie.

I must say, that had either of us not done the play, me and Charlie wouldn't have talked much. But I've spoken to him a lot, I've seen his house, lifestyle, and everything... and I respect him a lot. He's been through Hell lately, bless him... yet he seems to have coped with the shite that life has thrown at him really well. It's very hard to be able to manage that, and top marks to him for doing so.

So, considering it's 11pm right now, I have a guitar exam tomorrow, and so much stress in general, I'd like to thank everyone, particularly my friends, for managing to keep it together in their relative situations.


Love to all,
HAPPY DECEMBER! (18 sleeps to Santa, and 25 sleeps till the road law decrees that pavements are the new roads...)
Jimbob :> xxx

Blog of PAIN!...ness

Hey people :>

I thought I'd start off with a little bit of poetry, as told by today's issue of "Cyanide and Happiness" at www.explosm.net. I couldn't resist laughing...

Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon!
The little dog laughed to see such sport
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
He ran from conviction
And fed his addiction
As the dish heated the spoon.
The spoon begged to go,
But the dish shouted "No!
The heroin will be ready soon!"

Thank you, thank you.


Anyway, how are you all? Good! :)
Me? Not very well.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a bad cough. Three days before first performance :( and it's a lot worse than before.

Whatsmore, apparently I have to shout more than I did before! How annoying!

Oh well, Friday brings the last performance, and be surprised if I can't talk at all come Saturday :P It's so annoying - I hear that some of the people are intending to go to the pub after the last performance; I couldn't think of a worse way to celebrate an end to the best part of the school year (not counting summer holidays, of course)... BUT that's just me.

Can someone have a party?! Please?! I'll even come to one with alcohol, I don't care! I just want to celebrate somehow!
Oh, the pain...

(I believe it was some guy I made up that said the proverb: "A true actor can portray emotions through the art form of blogspot.")


So I'm not feeling great. Clayton's finally hit breaking point, as has my throat, and several others also...


But that's not much of a blog! I need to spread to newer horizons...

Lately, life's not been to great for me. For something that I've been looking forward to for a few months now to finally hit an obstacle like this...

And there's been other events occurring too this weekend.

But, after overcoming life's obstacles, it's time to move on. Look ahead... to December.

25 DAYS TILL XMAS!
and that means...
32 TILL BIRTHDAY!

OhboyohboyohboyohBOY :>


And with that, I'll end. Have fun :)
Love, Jimbob xxxxxx

Blog of Thankfulness

Hey people. Today's been the day from Hell, until about half an hour ago. Something I would have originally thought would shatter me actually did the opposite.

More on that later :>

Okay, so there's the pre-play nerves (Wednesday, Thursday and Friday at 7:30pm at the Wisbech Grammar School. BE THERE. £6 for adults, £4 for children and concessions!)...

...what? Couldn't resist :)...

...and to top these off, I've actually suffered quite the bad throat. Hoping for all the world that everything will prove to be "alright on the night", and if I recover, I'm actually quite excited!!!!!!!!!!

Where was I before getting sidetracked? OH YEAH!

I'll start with this morning. Well, all this talk about Amnesty International. Before today, I thought they were an airline... but now, I know exactly their purpose, and am very interested in their cause. It's amazing how badly people and animals are treated around the world... and yes, I would be extremely interested indeed to write letters to them.

Only problem - I can't make the meeting. It does make one think, most definitely. What does one write letters to AI about? "Please let more people go. Love, Jimmeh age 16 xx" (okay, I'm being a bit dozy here :>) or do I actually have to produce thought?! Dr Miller's words - "if you write letters and send them off to AI, someone will be saved".

May I be sceptical and ask: how? Do they recycle them and turn them into keys? Do they actually read each and every single letter, and no matter what it says, so long as it's supportive, and actually save one person by some kind of lottery system?

I respect their cause, most definitely. How they carry everything out, I don't know.
Praise and thanks to Amnesty International, for everything they do.


Okay, next thanks go to Mr Aguilar and Mr Wiles, for letting us have easy-on-the-eyes lessons. It's quite a relief, considering how tired I've been lately.

Also thanks to Miss Clayton, for bearing with my dodgy voice, and not panicking too much about it, or at least, as much as I am :>


But I suppose all of that pales in comparison (only a saying I've heard said, not seen written, thus giving that statement a "sp?") to the next bunch of thanks.

You see, something rather... remarkable... has happened. I've actually partaken in a mutual break up with someone who wants to stay friends. And I'm quite happy with that. So Rose, consider this public blog apology (read by a rather small integer XD) for everything that drove you crazy that I unintentionally did.

Glad to be how we used to be again.
Thanks.

Also, thanks to Sam, Rose's cousin, for keeping us both sane XD
(Funny, how I actually don't know what you look like yet :P)


I can't think of anything else to type tonight.
Just with the message in my mind that I have a lot to be thankful for, as biggotted as it sounds.

Love you all,
Jimbob xxxx

Blog of Anticipationness

Ho, boy, has it been a whole five days since last blog... starting to get withdrawal symptoms...

NOT.

Anyway, hello :P today, I intend to spend some of my free time (and by free time, I mean free time not spent talking to others, due to regular stalemates in conversation. It happens to the best of us.) blogging about stuff that I can actually look forward to in my life at the moment.

Starting chronologically, I suppose Tuesday is my first milestone. Why? Haha, wouldn't YOU like to know :P

[NB: if you're a reader that doesn't go to WGS, and you're actually genuinely intrigued by what this Tuesday will bring for me, GET YOUR HEAD CHEC--- I apologise. I mean "just ask :)"]

But yes, after that's all over, there's always Thursday, which at this rate will be spent planting bulbs in Leverington with Mrs Wildman and some others (pffft, why not?).

Oh, I missed something - all rehearsals this week, of which there are 5 [with Wednesday and Saturday off], end not at half past five, but six instead. Greh-heh-hate.

And speaking of rehearsals, the play starts showing in less than a fortnight. *GULP*. However, I'm confident that something'll just come out and make it all worthwhile :>

Or so I'd hope.

Anyway, to add to the tangle of randomly short paragraphs, Grade 3 guitar exam on the 8th December. Considering the pieces are actually quite different to the old Rockschool ones, plus I haven't actually learnt the chords OF WHICH I HAVE TO LEARN THEM.

There's priorities, and then there's that "HOLY SHI-PWRECK" moment when you realise that you may actually be screwed...

Then, of course, school ends that week on the Friday, leaving a mere thirteen days till Xmas... AND TWENTY BEFORE JIMBOB ORNATEPANTS TURNS THE BIG ONE SEVEN... wow.

Ever closer to mortality. But I'm not thinking about that.
Not...... thinking.... about............... it....


Anyway, May the future be good for everyone.
Love you all.
Too much.
Jimbob xxxxxxx

The Blog of Lifeness

Hey-ho! How are you all doing?

I think a good word that describes what I'm feeling is reflectiveness. Over what? Just things in life, really.

Yep, fully aware that I haven't updated blog in over a week now. I've just been... somewhat fatigued lately. It's taken me a while to be energetic enough to write on about something important for a full Jimmeh-length blog's worth.

Today's topic, surprise surprise, is life.
(Don't worry, I'll write about something else when something else happens to me.)

A strange thought occurred to me today - one would THINK that I have such a weird mindset, what with my somewhat random nature, and seemingly rare positive outlook on life. One would think that some people are luckier than others by default... for instance, some have physical features others die for... Others want abilities that they rarely see in order to cope with recent occurrences. I'm very much the latter.

Yet, what with society today, and if you're not trying to look A.R.D. or stop the infernal pain brought on by events, you're probably trying to get on with life as it is. As you well know, if you're a more frequent reader, I'm not one to dwell on recent negativities in anger or sadness.

Therefore, I'm one of the normal people, thus contrasting with the "weird" outlook I'm so widely given... and very much enjoy.

It may not seem like much on the screen, but it's huge to me: by trying to be different, I'm very much the same as most of the people out there.

And ya know what? I'm cool with that!


So, got a concert and a chlamydia(sp?) presentation on Friday, and an assembly on Tuesday. Not to mention that the week after is the play, and the Monday after THAT is my guitar exam (internal, thank goodness).

Well done to all those I saw at the Angles on Friday night, very much enjoyed the performances (plural, due to the fact that there were many short sketch performance things. It's quite a nice change, actually)!

Hope you're all well.
Yes, all of you.
That means YOU *points*.

Lots of Greekified love, Jimbob xxx

Blog of Survivalness

Hey people :)

This weekend has been a huge relief, considering the previous week has been Hell-on-high-water... so, without further ado, here's yet another account of a weekend I've actually spent having fun!!! Well, part of it... it also involves struggles, hence the name, "Survivalness".

Saturday, what an awesome day. T'was Ellie Mole's bonfire party (and by "party", i actually mean a midnighter that didn't have all of its guests crawling around the floor drunk and singing 'Oh Danny Boy'). And, sure, there were people that rock, such as Jez, and Sam, and Ellie (obviously) BUT BUT BUT there were two people there who I had seen but never actually met!

...Ladies and gentlemen, the King and Queen!

(If you've seen the play "Samuel Neeps and the Case of the Missing Cheese" at the Angles Theatre in late June - I believe I made a blog mentioning it - they played the legendary King and Queen, who the King knocked up several others bar the Queen... yeah, you probably had to have been there... but it was rather legendary, TRUST ME.)

Brandon, Debz, you rock.

(oh look at me, Mr. Popular-all-of-a-sudden, nyah nyah nyah, I go outside... XD)

The highlight for me was being in a room alone with them both (don't worry, no bad things happened between us. Except...) Well, Brandon took my phone, wrote a text, of which I quote, "i want your body x", and sent it to Ali Burgess! The best bit of that, was that when I was sending a text saying "omg sory" or whatever, he'd actually replied first saying "i want yours too! x".

Aaaah, Ali. Good sport :) But if there's a rumour going around school tomorrow saying that I tried to chat up Ali, I give you my full word that IT'S A LIE :>

The bonfire was pretty damn good too. We even had a Guy Fawkes! Bet not many of you can say that. Oh, how upper class I'm becoming!

And, after a fight between Ellie and Debz about who gives better hugs, we left.

(If you're wandering who won, it was pretty even, actually :> though Debz [named Debz because she's actually called "Debbie" or something, but she hates it when people misspell it.] gave firmer hugs, she kept saying how I was lanky and not very warm. Made me feel sad... And, firmer isn't necessarily better all the time :P ok, I'm just trying to suck up to Ellie now because I know if she reads this, then she'll kill me if I say otherwise :P)


Today, at last.

"And on the Sabbath day, the Lord said that we should all return from Tesco's by 4pm, and endure grey skies and heavy rainfall whilst doing so."

Sorry, Lord, but that was impossible, as there were REHEARSALS!!!!! And BOY are they getting cool now :>

It's quite comforting that I actually do know the first half of the play now. I'm rather amazed, actually. Who would've thought whispering the word "sex" could be so fun... then again, who would've thought the play would have so many innuendo-sounding lines :>

I loved how she actually seemed to fill a notebook with criticisms of what she saw when we tried to do a speed-run of the first half, that happened to be over an hour. One page, I can actually remember.

"Act 2 Scene 1: React! Overall: CRAP!!!"

Aaaah, so critical...


One thing I'm actually finding sucky at the moment is schoolwork, as I've actually handed in something half-baked to Mr Wiles (which is a similar experience to, as Jack so put it, "like punching your best friend in the face - you really feel guilty afterwards") - and it wasn't intentionally half-baked, might I add, but it was a shitty week. Sure, you're probably rolling your eyes right now, but it's true.

On top of THAT, chemistry's turning into a really difficult subject now that it involves thinking...

Oh well, guess the sixth form IS all about survival after all.


Love you all, really, I do.
Jimbob xxxxx

Special Blog of Bonfireness

Hello... we all good?

Well, it's Bonfire Night, whoopee!!! So, I thought I'd do something special.

WOO! It's BONFIRE NIGHT!
Peeeewwwwww...... Peeeeewwwwww...
Shakshakshakshakshak...
Shwww...PSHHHH!

Well, that concludes the special part of the blog. Now for a more typical entry.


How's your life going? (oh God, it's the line to show that all else isn't fantastic...) Well, mine's been a lot better...

The obvious place to start is something that happened yesterday. Well, whoever's been round my house may have seen a small black and white cat called Marie (not to be confused with Toulouse, who is also black and white. Marie was more white).

Unfortunately, she had to be put down. She was fifteen years old, and had a hole in the roof of her mouth. Therefore, some of her food couldn't reach her stomach and she couldn't get all the nutrients out of it. Enough to survive...

So, RIP Marie, the one on the windowsill when I first saw her... and stayed there till we got home... you will be missed.

(I thought making it bold would increase the worth of the message, perhaps?)


Just two musketeers now. And both the bunny and Toulouse seem to be going strong. May they have long, happy lives :>


Anyway, tear-jerking aside. Now for the good news: I ACTUALLY HAVE PLANS FOR SATURDAY!!! It's a bonfire party at Ellie's. Should be fun, so long as not everyone gets drunk. I look forward to it!

Tomorrow is both library duty, and the maths challenge. Well, that'll be two hoots. Can't wait. Honest. Adrenaline is rushing. You can't prove it isn't.

Oh, and today's quote of the day was one of the funniest I've heard in a long time.

Rosie: "I got black teeth once, from running into a wall!"
Kieran (to me): "Y'know, I think Michael Jackson looked better when he had a black face..."

May the greater powers bless Kieran :) and Rosie... and all my friends :>
[yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am NOT mormon!]


May you all have a charmingly beautiful Bonfire Night.
Jimbob xxxxx

Blog of ARGHness

Average evening!

Well, I'm back from the Cotswolds. Bloody cold over there, but the people at least are great fun. Sure, they're eccentric, oh so VE-HE-HERY eccentric, but they're cool.

No temperature pun intended with the last statement.

Anyway, this Hallowe'en, I actually had a party! It was quite decent (although when I say I'm not wearing make-up, I'm NOT wearing make-up! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I actually won an argument! I deserve a bloody trophy)!

That's where I've been lately, with my fellow group of Halloweeners (hehehehe... I said weener...). Today, however, when I came back, well everything's gone kabookie. For a start, the oh-so-reliable Sky+ has FAILED for the past couple of days, meaning that we've lost Heroes [though to be honest, the way the series is going at the moment, it's no major loss. I'M SORRY, BUT IT NEEDS TO GET BETTER, DAMMIT!]. Fortunately, the rest of what didn't tape was my mother's stuff :P and she ain't taking it too well :>

So yes, after I tried to learn a whole play and FAILED, I thought, what else could possibly fail on me today? Well, I've finally found the answer. My computer. I click on my name and input my profile password (I won't give it away, it's top secret... unless of course, you know it already!) and it said something about not being able to load... now I hope this is only temporary, because I don't even have my iTunes up and running. Can't get to my pictures, my documents, sweet nothing.

FAILED.

If you're one of two talking to me on MSN at the moment, you'll have probably noticed that my font is different. No, I didn't fancy a change today, it's because of the MAJOR COMPUTER FAILURE that's hopefully temporary.


Heh... I think I should take my song-writing "whenever I feel like it" past-time (I've written about five in the past, and have only kept two. One of them isn't even complete. And as for the music... pffft.) should sway partially to this... "Jimbob's new hit, 'LOLFAIL'!"

Singer-songwriter in the future? Methinks not, but it's fun.


Anyway, such is life. But what about the next few months? I can tell you're sitting there in front of your computer RIGHT now, and thinking, "I really wonder what Jimbob's got planned for the next few months..."

.........*shrug*......

Well, I hate to disappoint (rather, I hate not having something extra to write about, particularly at such a milestone as the first day of a month), so, here's a long complicated paragraph for you to not necessarily read and to pretend you enjoyed it anyway!

First, I have Speech Day of which I HAVE to attend :< style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">THE PLAY!!!! (3rd, 4th and 5th Dec, do NOT miss me and several others making complete asses of ourselves for the sake of entertainment! That said, I wonder why I have this blog... hmmm...) Then's the breather for Xmas, of which I'll have to revise for Mock AS's, no doubt. Plus January marks my 17th! Hence, driving lessons!!!!! (or, probably in my case, "don't make the car explode" lessons)...

puff.... puff....

So! I have a life! Social? Dear goodness no... oh well... can't have everything, I s'pose...


Hope you're all well.
Have a good November.
Lots of love and cookies,
Jimbob xxxxxx

Blog of Widespreadness

Aaaah... it's been a while! I left this for five days! I feel so... depraved... *starts shivering*

Anyway, how've we all been doing lately? :>

As for me, I've had several birthdays celebrated :> some were quite fun, some were a bit sad. But without further ado, a list of birthdays for this past week:
- Stan hit 17 this time last week. Now I owe her two presents, one for then, and one for Xmas '07.... shhhh!
- My dad would've hit 43 on the twentieth. Made a cake specially :> RIP pops!
- Remember the legend that was Sally the dog?! She would've turned fourteen on the 22nd. Bless... :(
- Super Rosie also turned 17 on the... Thursday? Whatever the 23rd was. She got some chocolates, plus the pride of beating me in several school-related events... plus she slapped me in the cinema XD... should I be worried?
- The 23rd also is my favourite comedian's birthday, Weird Al Yankovic. Listened to him specially on the way to school :P Just goes to show how nerdy I am....
- Calum's on the 24th, also ready to run me over if ever I piss him off...
- Barney's on the 24th, who would have run me over regardless...
- ...and also one of my London friends called Laura's birthday, also on the 24th. She's only 16 though. And it's quite hard to run someone over from a hundred-odd miles away.

I think that's the comprehensive list. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALL OF THE ABOVE!


Anyway, you've probably been thinking "oh, thank goodness that afro-headed geek hasn't gone on about his personal life, which I would assume is the MOST boring thing on the planet". And, in some respects, you're probably right :> but NOT LATELY!

I fancy starting with yesterday, due to that being the last thing that happened, and also probably the first event I'll mention chronologically. And, if ever you find yourself going to see a movie you wouldn't go and see through your own choice, remember - friends make everything better! Not that that was needed for High School Musical 3: Senior Year, of course...

"The only number you need to think of out there is sixteen. Sixteen minutes, guys... go out there and have fun!"
Yeah, because American high school sports teams are all about teamwork, and are not anything at all like their stereotypes of kicking the other team's butt so hard that it inverts.

That said, a perfectly choreographed basketball team specialised in miming lyrics isn't typical, either.

But are you going to see HSM3 yourself? If so, here's a tip. When you leave, and you pass the queues eagerly anticipating the adventures of Troy, Gabriella, hairy guy, and pink sparkly thing... just remember these typical quotes:

"My goodness... all that blood... I think I'm going to faint!"
"Gabriella's pregnant?! What a bad plot twist..."
"Why did that school have so many bear traps?"
"Getcha getcha head in the g-uillotine! What a clever play on words! The scriptwriters are ever so creative..."
"They were miming? HA! Good one! Next you'll be telling me Santa Claus isn't real!"
"NOOOO!!!!! TROYYYYYY!!!!!"
"That shower scene was TOPS!"
"They do pose a good point, I think I shall vote Nazi at the next election."

...I think you get the picture.


The only other thing I can think of is going to the Cotswolds to see Shelley and Fenella (and Baggy and Nana and Maybon [previously Mabel, before Nana's pregnancy] and the baby rabbits!)

Even going to a Hallowe'en party, should be fun. They told me to bring a costume... I think I'd be more scary as a Jimbob than anything else though. Just shows that one works too hard otherwise, right?!

Of course, the well-needed excursion means I've got two days to do all my homework and learn the play near-word perfect. Oh well!


Have fun everyone! Had to cut it short due to people actually wanting to read it!
I'm bamboozled too!
But you're awesome if you want to read this. At least you are in my books.

And remember, these are the days we'll remember for the rest of our lives, till a rogue combine harvester comes along and hits you, paralysing you and giving you permanent amnesia.

Tschow! Jimbob :> xxxxxxx

Blog of Perspectiveness

Hello, my fellow fellows.

The last few days have given me stuff to think about... therefore, in today's entry, I intend to live up to my tangential reputation, and ask some of the more rhetorical questions... if you happen to know any of the answers, please feel free to say them. Alternatively, you could not.


- Why are the things used in badminton called shuttlecocks? It's almost as if the creator of the game had a sense of humour and wanted to give the simple-minded masses a chance to make innuendos, such as "Badminton is a game of whacking a 'cock back and forth whilecst getting a good feeling out of it", or "I swear I served the 'cock within the designated area... but if you want to dispute it, I think we need counselling." Alternative causes for this theory are "Uranus" (rather humorously named "Urrectum" in one episode), and whoever made rugby balls oval-shaped, thus allowing the "rugby is played by people with odd-shaped balls" pun, with my little addition, "it's like man-porn anyway. That's why I can't stand the sport".

- Why doesn't anyone buy Cillit Bang anymore? Sure, it wasn't a good cleaner... but by not buying it, you are disappointing the lord and saviour of cleanliness. YOU ARE DISAPPOINTING BARRY SCO-- sorry, BARRY SCOTT!

- Why does Japan have the seemingly happiest culture, America have the most spoilt and patriotic, Greece have the most seemingly honourable, Mongolia have the most un-talked about.... and Great Britain have the major chav and emo crowds?!

- Who actually thinks many people will buy the fruit and veg at the harvest festival?!

- How can music make lyrics such as "There's a world outside your window, and it's a world of dread and fear, where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears" as popular a song as "I'll tell ya what I want, what I really really want (so tell me what you want, what you really really want) I wanna HUH I wanna HUH I wanna HUH I wanna HUH I wanna really really really wanna zigga zig AHHHHH"?!

- Why is it that simple things amuse us more than the complicated things in life? I mean, we're more obsessed with pretty colours than the workings of a deep space moonbeam generator (?!)

- Why is sex so disrespected in life, when war is comparatively glorified in comparison?! I thought sex was meant to be the most natural thing, and war was all blood, guts, and the taking of life... How many cases have you heard of Death by Sex anyway?! If anything, it causes life!! By this logic, pornography could be classed as acceptable!!! Ladies, gentlemen, ponder.

- Why do we have an obsession of trying to find out the answers of life itself, when we don't ask all available questions?! What if the world was created by a freak accident in the creation of the first sheep, for instance?

- Why do so many supposed Christians doubt that every single detail of the Bible is right? Let's take one example - Noah's Ark. What if there was such an animal as a Grozznigorg of which only one was created, therefore it could reproduce and therefore we laugh at the thought that once upon a time, they existed? And what's so wrong with a guy feeding five thousand with bread? Maybe the author of that particular fable didn't pay too much attention and mistook "people" for "ants". Maybe this was the ant version of Jesus feeding five thousand of his kind.

- Am I going to Hell when I die, just because I frequently say "oh God" when in distress? Or is that considered a compliment, how I'm thinking of the higher powers when in need. Or, indeed, am I even going anywhere in spirit when I die?

- Am I going to Hell after questioning what I just questioned?


People of the blog, I urge you ponder over some of these. Maybe the wiser of you can come up with some potential solutions.

Till next time, Jimbob :> xxx

Blog of Positiveness

Good Saturday, everyone. I'm sure you're all off gallivanting in the sun at this time, but I'm stuck in my room with my laptop, supposedly doing Spanish homework.

Not that I care. I've had enough exercise today!

Anyway, to write another blog... and after last night, I must say how bamboozling it is to have so many people tell you how bad life is when you don't feel any of it. Okay, I can accept that bad things happen to those who least deserve it, but don't listen to anyone else who disagrees that there IS light at the end of the metaphorical tunnel.

As Mr. Ayres has said a couple of times in our chemistry lessons, "I'm a positive ion, and I spread my positive charge to everything within a close proximity", or something like that. And, to be honest, that was the happiest quote I had heard all day, bar one (congratulations to You-know-who-you-are, for having something you wanted to happen, finally happen. You deserve it, dearie :>).

...And then there were many other negative conversations I had. Now, before I continue, I'd just like to say that I'm not against negativity as a whole - everyone gets pissed off from time to time, even me - but one thing I've never understood in my eternal quest to figure out the human mindset is, why do we dwell in what's bad in our lives? Come on, we're young. We have so much life left to live, and the hell am I going into my twenties moping about little things.

This is when some of you quite rightly interrupt me and say, "but this is important to me, these aren't little things, everything's going wrong!", at which point I concur, it is sad when all of these catastrophes occur at once, particularly to those who least deserve it (oh wait, I've used that quote before, oh well! :>), but all I can suggest is that we move on!

Easier said than done? Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. But just remember, I've gone through a period of complete and utter misfortune in my life too (please don't go into any more explicit detail oh please oh PLEASE) and I truly believe that I've come out of it as a better person.

And now, I shall put on my philosopher's hat and tell you my views on life. Quit your sarcastic moans :P

- We all die eventually, there's no denying it. Why look ahead so far, when you've probably got a good seventy years on your clock yet, eh?

- Friends, the people we can rely on, and trust with all our lives. Just be careful you know who they are. Don't let anyone else ruin your life for you, when you've got a perfectly good self to determine your own fate, eh?

- Lovers... well, we all have different views of what love is. Whether you can communicate with someone a lot better than anyone else, you share the same interests, or alternatively different ones, or maybe you just want a piece of action. Either way, just remember that love ends when the time is right for it to do so. Whether through betrayal, or a simple decay of passion, it NEVER means that no-one will love you ever again. And just think, when you look back on any past relationship, that you had fun... if you didn't, then fair enough... but even if you only did at one point, that's still something, eh?

- There's no harm in laughing once in a while. The economy will struggle to make itself better, global warming may or may not strike us (thank goodness I can front crawl), people will die, but there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Well, except the environment if you're a litterer, perhaps. Doesn't mean that we can't have a little fun, eh?

My personal moral: Live your own life, and use it to make a positive difference to something.

...eh? :>

If some obstacles get in your way, and they're inevitable, then that's what makes life worth living! No-one knows what the world would be like if every single living thing in the world was happy - I'd put money on "loopy", myself - but it will never be the case. At least not in our lifetime. So, enjoy them, and learn from them.


Okay, I've done preaching. Don't hit me! *cowers*
Hope everything works out.
The cheesy Samaritan with a lot to say, Jimbob. xxxxx

Blog of Heroesness

Ok, I've just seen today's episode of Heroes.

IF YOU WATCH IT TOO, BUT HAVEN'T SEEN EPISODE THREE, spoiler alert!




Where to begin... after what, in my view, was a disappointing end to episode two ("I am your mother, Sylar...") they further the storyline how?! Well, I find this one quite comical. Enter a woman who seems to be a rather important character. I believe her name is Bridget, or something.

Her special power? She can tell people's histories. WHOOP DE FUCKING DOO! And the funny thing? Straight after Sylar [if you're not a Heroes watcher, he's the bad guy... except maybe he isn't in this series... I can't keep track] is introduced to her, she's all of a sudden forgotten about and he helps out HRG [Horn-rimmed glasses. I watch Heroes: Unmasked about six-or-so episodes behind.]

BUT the people writing the script for Heroes couldn't leave it at one brand new crappy superpower...

Peter Petrelli (the GREATEST guy in the.... oh wait, he's just shot his brother...) was in the body of that bald dude called Jesse. BUT that wasn't enough weirdness for one guy....

....I can just imagine it now. The writer's lounge: "Well, we've already confused people into thinking that he's the new severe bad guy that could rival Sylar, which is odd because he's generally the good-natured guy... let's make a bad version of him that is noticeable by a gigantic scratch on his face... and leave the good guy in the body of some bald dude... but that's not complicated enough... we need to give him an all-new, completely original superpower... I KNOW!"

(:o) (:o) (:o) (:o) (:o) SUPER SHOUTING! (o:) (o:) (o:) (o:) (o:)

I mean, come on guys.

...That said, they've also taken it into their American heads that recycling abilities is now the norm. Take that guy who's guiding Matt Parkman [policeman, can read people's minds. He somehow got transported into the desert. Go figure.] Okay, I'll admit, there could be some good leeway for a story here. The whole Isaac Mendez saga of Series One, for instance, rocked. I also kinda liked how they brought his paintings back in Series Two (y'know, the whole eight paintings of the apocolypse, or whatever? I just liked how most of them went by without us noticing. Thanks, writers, for striking. What you gonna do next to ruin our viewing entertainment? Oh yeah...

(:o) (:o) (:o) (:o) (:o) SUPER SHOUTING! (o:) (o:) (o:) (o:) (o:)
[NB: can't be bothered with pretty colours again :P] )

Anyway, it's kinda cool how Sylar seems to be becoming the good guy... as he keeps randomly killing people. I'm liking that. The bad guy isn't so good after all.

AND ANOTHER THING! Tracy Strauss [woman who turns things to ice, acted by the same actress as a character who seemed to be schizophrenic in Series One - I still don't get this - and then one of the main baddies in Series Two. I never quite got it.]. Anyway, she's meeting her maker... who apparently made sure she was born in the same hospital on the same day by the same guy. Okay, I'm getting that. I think.

But why take the little kid through all that torture? That's just horrible! I mean, it's rare I feel for anyone on TV, full stop. However, that's just... wow... can't help but not feel sorry for a kid whose mother is the same actress, but not the same character... of course, his real mother's dead.

ARGH!

(:o) (:o) (:o) (:o) (:o) SUPER SHOUTING! (o:) (o:) (o:) (o:) (o:)
[oh for goodness' sake...]

But let's go back to the aforementioned guy who can paint the future. Mendez could do it through the use of drugs. But what's this? A guy in the Sahara Desert... with a pair of headphones?! Ok, first of all, HOW?! HOW?!?! Do they have a nearby sea for ferry transport? Did he hi-jack it himself?! Second of all... if headphones made me focus on nothing but painting the future... that would be cool! But no. This is a special pair of headphones. Or maybe it's the music he's listening to. Haven't seen his iPod, probably a mini like mine XD

No objections with Hiro and Ando, they rock. And glad to see the Haitian back again. It's like three of the family :> with some woman who called Hiro "Pikachu". Racist as that is, God bless the Pokemon reference *salutes*.


Okay, I think I'm pretty talked out.
Discuss and complain :>
Jimbob xxxx

Blog of "When will the Jimbobaliciousness end?!"

Part 5 of 5. Yippee! I can happily neglect this blog for another few days after writing it! Plus my five-a-month target it already surpassed... but don't worry, I won't stay silent till November ;)



Feeling good?
No. I'm bloody annoyed. Just put Tea Tree Oil on my infected lip. It stings like hell [it's actually been open for about two minutes now due to the pain] and it looks even worse.

So, you doing anything this weekend?
For the first time since August, yes. I'm going to Laserforce for Eddy's brother's birthday! WOO! Laserforce rules XD! And of course, rehearsals on Sunday.
Doing nothing with "she that you love", then?
You...! *shakes fist angrily* Unfortunately not. I believe she's got plans.
By the way, who is this lovely lady? You haven't told us! You're so secretive! You're a bastard!
Well, since you happen to ask, it's.... (drum roll please)... Rose Ashby. She's rather a lovely person!

(response #1): Gittindere, my son!
Go away, you dirty minded person.
(response #2): But Jimbob, I've never seen her before! What does she look like?
Gorgeous. If you see me talking to someone you don't know (and isn't just in it for the high-five, like those that crave it in the lower school... grrr...) then it's more than likely her.
(response #3): Oh, I'm so happy for you!
I appreciate that. Thanks! :)
(response #4): But Jimbob! I fancied you!
I'll just take my anti-hallucinative medication...

Thought of any other things that annoy you?
Ahaha. Hell yeah!
- common sense. Everyone knows the way through life is logic. Logic is acquired through knowledge, and knowledge is not required through thinking anymore. It's more from Wikipedia. Therefore, common sense is a waste of time, QED.
- politicians. Stop yammering on about how bad this global crisis is and get on with solving it! Criticise that bloke aptly called Darling all you want, at least he's trying to solve this damn thing!
- Fall Out Boy. They used to be cool, before they started answering the pleas of the emo crowds. Now all I see when I turn on Kerrang! or Scuzz (because I'm a hard rock dude, obviously) it's that bassist that, according to an article on explosm.net, "looks like he has Down's Syndrome" [which is quite offensive, to those with Down's Syndrome] is more than likely snogging some chick around some dancing monkeys in clothes - THAT'S animal cruelty, if anything - or a crappy remake of a legendary Michael Jackson song. Why do so many bands these days ruin the greats? In fact, it's rare that there are any decent covers. Quite enjoyed Disturbed's version of "Land of Confusion" (which is strange, as I absolutely despise Disturbed), for instance... and Metallica's "Whiskey In The Jar". But where was I? Oh yeah. I hate Fall Out Boy. No-one wants to hear about your penises 'accidentally' put in pictures on the interweb. PUT IT AWAY.
- myself. At least I don't hate myself... but I'm just so damn annoying... being tall's great, but it's not great on the back. Plus, I have a way with words: this way, named after CRAP, is CRAP. Plus sometimes, I just feel like I'm too sensible. It genuinely pisses me off XD.
- Pimp My Ride UK. I saw this on two occasions, and on neither time did it change. The US version is alright; Xzibit is a decent host who I'm more than willing to watch "pimp out" something that's on my shopping list come my seventeenth. So why do I hate the UK version? Because it just goes to show that even Britain can rip off a superpower with our famed chav population painting their car to look like a Nike logo or something (ok, I'm exaggerating here, but the point still stands). Pimp My Ride? More like "Modify My Vehicle", or on behalf of the generally interested British population, "make my fucking piece of shit look decent, fucking...". Of course, on the before and after, it doesn't show when they crash it into their neighbouring posse's drug den.

That's right. I know my street, homeboy.

Can you say something that no-one else knows about you?
My schizophrenic other half speaks in italics. That good enough? No? Hmmm... let's see... little know that I was born to "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred. No joke. It was New Year's Day in the hospital, and they had a radio on them. Go figure.

Do you have any phobias?
Crocs and alligators. The way they move... and their mouths... ugh...

What is your most prized possession?
Probably my necklace. Sure, it's not my father's actual necklace (you can read about that in a couple of my past entries, late-June I believe...) but my Greek grandparents gave it to me. It even has "GJ" enscribed on the back, to indicate that it belongs to George James.
Is it a St. Christopher's?
What's a St. Christopher's? Stop asking me! I don't know!

Congratulations, you've just completed five consecutive days of self-indulgent crap. Hope you're happy.
Sure am, guv'nuh XD


Love you all! Jimbob xxxxxx

Blog of Jimbobaliciousness, Jimbobaliciousness, Jimbobaliciousness!

Only this one and another, thank goodness.


How ya doing?
Nakered and moping, thanks.
...why?
Want a list? I recommend you say no!

How do you read your notes when revising?
WTF?!?! (for the record, this is what we spent a valuable 40 minutes on first period today.) um... it's actually QUITE revolutionary... I have these things that transfer data from sight to thought. They're called eyes. You should try them.

Done anything much today?
A more appropriate question would be, have you NOT done anything much today... in which case, I would hasten to mention that I didn't see her that I love [oh, so corny XD] today, bar a couple of incidences of bumping into her on the way to lessons, plus I had to give up a place on a trip to Cambridge due to the minibus being too full. But since you asked, I watched more of a Spanish show similar to Friends, I participated in the "coffee and cake" with the headmaster and headteachers... and I helped in the library, because I'm cool.

She that you love? Ooh la!
...is that a question?!
Make it into one, you dumb bastard, you.
Too much work for ten in the evening... but yeah, she's cool. You'll like her.

What the heck happened to your lip?
Yeah, haha... yesterday. I shaved it, and it was fine. Then I got a biro, and flicked the lid... only it was sharper than I expected it to be, leaving it bleeding from about 8am, through first period... the aftermath is noticeable, I'm sure.
Bet "she that you love" doesn't mind! ;)
You're quite the impertinent one, asker-person.

What's your favourite animal?
Cats, I s'pose.
How about those of "she that you love"?
Does the internet have any good munitions to throw at you, asker-person?

What are your views of the economy?
There's an economy?

Why do you have EMA and I don't?
'Cause I applied for it. Duh.
And does "she that you love"...
--oh, for goodness' sake...


Sorry for the abrupt end. Thought it matched the apocolypse according to Kieran's theory of the singularity of the hair.

Take care, Garnier-- I mean Jimbob xxxxx

Blog of Even More Jimbobaliciousness

Part three, hut!


How's it goin'?
Been better. Had one helluva long day. Having Jess over was pretty awesome, but all this work these damn teachers are giving us... grrr...

So, what you got planned for tonight, then?
Something, trust me.
What does it involve?!?!?!
You may just find out.

Oh come on, think of something. You're failing the experiment!
Not the first time today I failed an experiment. Take chemistry, for instance. FIVE TITRATIONS because my results sucked. Just goes to show really. BUT I SHALL CONTINUE! I MUST!

What kind of music do you like, then?
Good stuff, OBVIOUSLY. Bit of rock, and bit of instrumental.
Instrumental, eh? Like what?
Y'know... Final Fantasy XII soundtrack... it's by Hitoshi Sakimoto. Some of it is breathtakingly awesome. Others also, such as different FF games, Super Mario, Crash Bandicoot... all of it, bar Flight of the Valkyries, derives from a game.
WTF?!?!?!?!
Video game music is underrated, y'know. Perfect for a bit of ambience now and again :P

You're weird. You must fancy someone.
Well, I do admit I'm-- HEY! Where on earth did THAT come into it?! Crafty buggar, you...
Well, do you?
No. I'm asexual.
OMG you're asexual?!?!
You truly suck. 'Course I'm not :P And if you must know, I'm currently in the process of telling "she" so. Not that I'm asexual, fool... whatever.

What's your favourite soup?
Chicken Noodle. Followed by tomato.

Will you have my babies?
I'll see what I'm doing Saturday.


Well. Have fun. Dunno whether part four'll be tomorrow or Friday, what with there being a phsyics lecture, returning back to school at 8:50pm. Dunno if I'll even be online tomorrow! GULP! But, if that's the case, I shall do part five on Saturday :>

Hope you're all well!
Jimbob xxx

Blog of More Jimbobaliciousness

This is actually for my own experimental purposes - can I do one week's worth of blogs (Monday through Friday, anyway) on questions often asked to me? Well, I'll give it a dagnabbed try.

Prepare, ladies and gentlemen, for part two of the Jimbobalicious fun.


Hey, what's the answer to number four in my homework?
Bananahammock.
No it isn't!
Maybe you should ask Jeeves next time, slacker.

What interests you?
Well, despite the fact that I dropped biology before GCSE, I am quite into the human mind, and how it all works so that we behave the way we do. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am a psychology nerd. Sorry. If you want a more general answer, I play the electric guitar - normally without an amp. Go figure.
What do you like playing?
Video game music, because it gives me happy memories. That and rock. Luckily I can hear something and it takes a couple of minutes to figure out how to play it. The bad thing for me? My fingers. They're really long and spidery, and it doesn't help.

What's your favourite colour?
Hmmm... probably yellow, actually.

What absolutely annoys you?
Want a list?
- Emos. They're just... ugh... they're teenagers, and they're spending what is arguably the best time of their lives moping over nothing. Okay, maybe they have hard home lives and resort to self-harming to ease the pain. The logic's beyond me, but if it helps them, then so be it. What I absolutely cannot STAND are those who just do it to get attention. When I was thirteen, my life took a rather unfortunate twist of events. I lost some family, and I lost some friends in due course. It was terrible. BUT my arms are still intact, and my blood still clots in the lump of cholesterol that is my body. Get over it.
- "Rockstar" by Nickelback. Oh come on, if your mother likes it, and it's all over every single music channel and sofa advert, it's gotta be grinding on some people's nerves, no?
- MySpace, Bebo, Facebook, etc. . I have the first two on the list, but absolutely never use them, except to add people and stuff. But I can never use them again. As if I want everyone to see pictures of me doing mundane activities while on every other page there's a super awesome party with people halfway through some mass orgy--- ok, maybe a bit far. But you're all dressed like it. Even the males, you whore-sluts, you. BUT IT'S NOT JUST THIS! The thing that pisses me off the MOST, and this particularly goes for MySpace, is the thing of which you have a table of what everyone's doing, who's friends with who, who put what music on their page... but I don't give a damn if my best friend happens to have a friend of which I don't know their name because their display name comes from a My Chemical Romance song, and the same best friend adds "Barbie Girl" to their page! It's not as if I'm gonna go on their site just to hear it! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?! AND THE WORST IS THIS: -and I believe this only refers to MySpace... the bulletins. As if I want to go through the same survey partaken by ten different people of whom I don't even speak to, trying to give witty answers. [Hypocritical, no?] And the thing I absolutely CANNOT stand: "Please post this bulletin another twenty-seven times so that this poor starving child of which I don't know can LIVE!" Because MySpace has linked up with this boy's life support machine, I suppose?

I hope that answers your question. More of my annoyances may be added in a later installment of Jimbobaliciousness.

What's your favourite sport?
Tea-making. And I'm damn fine at it too.

Fancy anyone?
Yes, but I'm not saying who. GO AWAY.



I think that'll do :)
All the love in the world. Jimbob xxxxx

Blog of Jimbobaliciousness

Good evening, folks!

Today, I feel like getting a few things off my chest. Sod all these blogs about play rehearsals, you're probably as fed up of reading them as I am.... um... doing mundane activities. So, I thought tonight, I'd do a Jimbob FAQ. So many questions I'm always asked (or wish I was), and I end up repeating the same things (regardless of whether I was asked or not).

So, without further ado, let the Jimbobaliciousness begin!!!

Why the cool hair?
'Cos it's teh awsumz, why else?!

Will the singularity of the hair end up killing us all?
Maybe, just maybe.

HOW are you so tall?
Ey'up, I'm only six foot four. There are people taller than me. Plus, chances are I've already started shrinking. I dunno.

I prefer version two of the above question, repeat it? For me?
Haha. I sleep in a growbag, and drink Miracle-Gro every morning. When the growbag's occupied, I use the rack. Y'know, for the morning stretches... if you didn't get that pun, shame on you. If you did, shame on me.

Why are you so clever?
First of all, I cannot stop pointing out, THERE ARE CLEVERER THAN ME! I'm by no means the smartest person in the year, school, etc. If you've heard those rumours, they're wrong. Where do I get what smartness I have? Well, if you sacrifice a social life and a lot of your weekend, you too can become as clever as me. DISCLAIMER: this is not recommended if you're cleverer than me.

How would you describe yourself?
Tall, hairy, no bad intentions, but a bit arrogant. Don't like being taken for granted, and severely dislike violence.

Do you fancy anyone? Eh? Eh? *nudges and winks*
Yep.
OOOH!!!! Who?!?!?!
Not saying.
Go on... I won't tell her. I promise.
Shut up.

Well... what do you look for in a woman?
Pulse... I kid. Well, hopefully with a pulse. I would more than likely say no to someone without... BUT anyway. Not fussed about the colour of hair, though I do like curls, dunno why. Ego always comes over emo. Why? I dig self-confidence. And smiles :> But personality's important too. Happiness is the main thing I look for. Go figure.

If I give you a fifteen digit number of some sort, will you remember it for tomorrow?
Chances are, yes. I remember phone numbers easily enough.

*ESCAPES*

Anyway, now you know a little more about me.
Hope you're not too disappointed.
Adios amigos! Jimbob xxxx

Blog of Temporary Restness

Hello!

Well, it's a nice relaxing Friday night sitting on the sofa with one eye on MSN (hey rose, chloe, tamsin and meg!) and the other on Shrek 3 - I don't know what everyone's got against the third one, I think it's better than the second by far!

You all lied to me! :>
...But I'll forgive ya :P

So anyway, we're 5 weeks into the term, and with 3 more till half-term... everything rocks! No homework last night, bareable amounts for this weekend... whatsmore, it's another quiet Saturday, so far :>

Sunday, however... play rehearsal! WEY! And if you're going... you're in for a treat. This is the act where I officially make a gigantic tit out of myself.

Whatsmore, I've had to learn how to flirt. I don't know whether the art is natural to me or not (either way, it hasn't worked :>) Today was actually quite exciting. I fake flirt with Hannah Drury - a great character both in and out of the play - PLUS I've had to fill in for Charlie on one of his love scenes with Ellie XD don't worry, no kissing or anything :P but either way, the sentiment's there :> Fakeness. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it's not real! GASP!

It's actually quite funny. Particularly Kieran... may the Lord bless him... having to stand in for Qwyn and getting fake spanked (yes, spanked... with a rolled-up script... go figure!). Plus having Anna Dunnet fake "canoodle" with him :>shame it's not his actual role. There'd be more laughs :>


And yeah, so what have I got planned tomorrow? Well, I'll probably be roguely walking about in Wisbech market in the morning. Fun fun! Followed by the JOYS (*melodramatic hand pose*) of spanish, chemistry and physics. Never mind.

At least I'm spending lots of time of my time management! 28 hours of homework a week, now!

Bitches >:@

Anyway, I'm ending it there! Got too many good convos to partake in!
Your greatest pal in the whole world, bar [integer].
Jimbob xxx

Ness of Disorientatedblog

Evening.

Well, 'tis Friday. YAHOO! The weekend lies ahead... or does it? Tomorrow = school, and Sunday = ...school. Life can be a real minger sometimes.

Fridays... they're gauntlets at the best of times (at least they are for me in Lower Sixth), so to top it all off with lots of acting talen-- sorry, 'talent' (I'm one of the most disorientated people Miss Clayton's ever met! WOO! And the strange thing is, I know it... and I'm kinda proud.)

So you know what? I feel like complaining about something universal. Not just the school crap I'm used to writing up.

...Breathing. Man, I hate that.

Sporty people might find they have high breathing rates, what with all that breathing they do and stuff. I'm the opposite. I'm so relaxed that when I talk I breathe a lot, theoretically. Whatsmore, when I stretch, I swear something clicks.

Chances are I'm gonna die in a few days.

OMG ZOMG INEEDSCISSORS!61! WE'RE GONNA DIE GONNA DIE GONNA DIEEEEEEEEE DIEEEE YOUBLOODYCOMMUNISTS there's no business like show business ROAROAROAROARfgeijipqrjlhg...

...that'll teach people to make lumpy custard.


So what have we learnt today? Blogs from mentally fried minds can be a bit... fun.
Yes.
That.

Bye!!! bobmiJ

Blog of Septemberness

When the dogs divide her, got time, time, to wait for tomorrow... to find it, to find it, to find it...

...shouts the headphones on the ent at the computer keyboard at a momentary lapse in conversation in the MSN community. You gotta love Stone Temple Pilots, despite their grotesque lyrics, and the fact that these lyrics don't make sense... unless of course, I've got the lyrics wrong. It's likely.

Anyway, how is la vida? For me, it's loca. Literally. Sixth form's getting bloody difficult, love lives are getting bloody difficult, obtaining Subway for a lunch at school is getting bloody difficult... what good are privileges if you can't use them due to a vast lunchtime life?!

Seriously, though, September isn't really a pleasant month. The days are getting shorter, people seem to be growing apart from each other.... plus we're back in the Institution of Learning and Dark Arts (TM). Oh well.

So what better way to celebrate than to make anecdotes and humorous comments at this dark time in our lives?

Even better, what better way to darken our September by not being able to think of any?

Unfortunately, the latter applies tonight. Reading long Spanish literature takes it out of ya, even if it is about some odd kid who wears glasses and is apparently the most famous person in the world. Heard of "Manolito Gafotas"? Thought not.

ONE-NIL, Spaniards.

Whatsmore, there are several recurring phrases in it... like "(someone) is stuck in a sticky mess" - as translated by the major Collins "Spanish -> English English ->Spanish" Dictionary XD.

Unintentional innuendos? Fair do's. One all.

Unfortunately, I've read about fifteen pages, still got about hundred to go, not counting pictures.

Yes, it has pictures. A two-one lead to Spanish literature, dagnabbit. Best of five!

Well, it's too long. Two-all. That makes me feel slightly better.

I haven't even got to the worst of it yet! The homework was to read one and describe the plot in a minute speech. Well guess what? There IS no plot. So far it's been about him and his friend who has big ears, whose mother is planning to go to a plastic surgeon's to sort it out, jokingly. What else? Well, Manolito's uncle - who, according to the novel, is "stuck, very stuck, stuck in a sticky mess" - is taking him out into the city. Woo.

General boredom already? Making one soldier on through a heap of manure for next Wednesday? Three-two chez Jimbob. Suck it bitch.

Well, it's a victory I'm proud of. And before I come up with anything else compromising it, I'd better go.
Bye, love to all, bar few. Jimbob xxxxx

Blog of Sundayness

Well, dare I say it, I think I may have moved on from the good old "what I did today" blogs, purely because I never do anything on any set day. Unless I can think of some anecdotes on the subject, I'd write about it before imposing it on you all to read...

...that's why this entry will change it all :)

The setting: it's Saturday night. Saturdays are the day of fun, when one can go to the local market and officially mooch around the shops, check out the new stocks (updated Fridays, for some reason) and watch X Factor.

What?! The auditions are legendary!

Anyway, what other better way to spend a Saturday of fun - with Everybody Dance Now on TV (the remote control's toooo far away.) - than to show my dislike of something.

"And on the Sabbath Day, God rested, for he knew the job was done."

Unfortunately, after about five thousand years, the Sabbath Day was kept afterwards for human beings to go to Asda... till 4pm. For those who don't need to go, it's for being vegetative, and for completing work that Saturday's "leave it till tomorrow" attitude left behind. Fuckadoodledoo.

On top of that, fully aware that it may be different in your area of residence, but the household chores are done in the evening to the tune of whatever happens to be on the ol' iPod mini.

The question I'm asking is this: if the majority of people in the world have two days free per week, why can they not be spent free? I mean, what's the point of going out on a Sunday when there's absolutely nowhere or nothing to do?! You might as well just have five hard days of working, then have one of fun and one of mourning, for Pete's sake.

Come on, why can our society not be logical? If our students and office workers can have 'normal' weekends, why can't shopkeepers have a different day off, say, Monday? Let's face it, they would have four whole lunchtimes free to do their own shopping... they can afford to lose that instead of Sunday. Besides, the number of people who do casual shopping on Saturdays, chances are they have those days off sometimes as well...

So what's left of the weekend? More than likely an overcast day, full of doing absolutely nothing, literally. Might as well be sitting on the sofa, drooling and making a random monotonus noise for twenty-four hours.

Day of rest, my butt! Sunday's one of the most boring, tedious, hardest days of the week! Thanks to all those bloody household tasks. Thanks to the binmen for coming first thing on a Monday. Grrr.


Anyway, I think that's a rap. And speaking of rap, check out the CERN Scientists' rap. It's on YouTube, and even if the voice grinds after a while, at least you can see that even scientists can have a bit of fun as well :)

Ciao. Jimbob XD

Bl o 1/2ne

Hey people! Short one today.

Just to reinforce what was mentioned last time.
www.foureyedbear.wordpress.com
This is a blog made by a fun guy, about fun subjects. Told funnily. Seriously, you should read it, because it's actually quite truthful in its own way :)

What else... well, hope everything's going well!

I'll leave you with a completely random summing-up sentence involving super sheep and toasters.

Well, that was it. Goodnight! Jimbob x

First Blog of the New Era-ness

Hey everyone!

(I'd like to start off a bit differently than usual. Knowing that Rob - you know, the awesome guy at the prom that hung with me and Rosie a lot? who had one of those stick-on moustaches like a TRUE legend? :) - has put my link on his blog page, i thought i should return the favour. Of course, in true me fashion, I haven't prepared myself with the link, so SEE ROB'S BLOG because it's laugh-out-loud funny, I promise.)

Anyway, so what's there to blog about? School?! Well, that's alright, I s'pose. The new super-hyped "re-vamped" common room has the perfect common room feeling... tons of lockers, and a WHOLE running tap [better go catch it! Oh, I'm on fire tonight...] and a kettle and tea bags... which is good, considering we've never had any sugar or spoons to stir with. Go figure.

The play seems to be the highlight of my life at the moment. Sad as it sounds. My role's een promoted from Sir Charles Marlow, and I'm now called HASTINGS! [oh eight hundred double-oh... ten sixty six!....... Sorry, I'll cut out all those jokes, they're getting kinda old now :>] And in case you haven't heard my ramblings, I'm in every act (oh dear)... and the best bit - I have to "be very hands-on about flirting with Anna Dunnet", according to Madame Clayton.

As much as I didn't think a romantic role suited me at first, I'm willing to reconsider...

(and Anna, if you ever DO read this, then man, have I got some answering to do XD)

ANYWAY! What else... been playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl a lot... nearly unlocked Ganondorf (WOO!) today, but Ganondorf broke a smash ball and killed me...

...by the way, I'm fully aware that very few will understand what I mean, but when dark lords turn into gigantic dark-themed bulldog/wolf hybrids and attempt to eat you, you know you're in deep shit.

YES. It HAPPENS.

(Super Smash Bros. Brawl - join in the brawl today! *cheesy smile*)

Housework's done, homework's done... cat's been exploding blood a lot lately, but she seems to be ok now... I think that's about all my feeble mind can cope with this evening :)


Hope you all have fun of some descriptions!
Jimbob xxxx

PS check Rob's blog. DO IT!

Blog of Cheap Punliness - aka. Specialty a la Jimbob

So how's it hangin', homes? :)

Well, after a truly heartfelt last blog... partly to sound wise, and partly to bring the August blog count to five (XD)... and tomorrow starts TRUE school... thus making it slightly Jimmy-logical to start with today's humournesses.

Picture this: sixty teens in a hall, spread in five groups... sitting in circles around their precious form teachers... arranging themselves in order of birthdays starting on the left of the teacher (ME FIRST! January 1st is KINDA an easy cop-out :>), then in ascending order of height (ME LAST! challenge me, bloody lower sixth activities... you make AS levels feel like singing nursery rhymes'll get me an easy A in quantum physics)...

Anyway, then you get to meet up with your respective teachers to talk with them about respective subjects and GCSE results and stuff. That was... non-descript. NEXT PARAGRAPH.

Then eating. That was mildly amusing, what with the little baby sausage rolls, and (what looks like) chicken drumsticks, and quiche slices of which I didn't eat because it looked pretty bad. Then I talked with other people, and waited for the highlight of the day.

Mr Hammond.

May I just say, that I already prefer him to Repper... it should be pointed out here that every morning, afternoon, and whenever I have Spanish, I'll be seeing him staring at me due to the picture on the stairs being replaced by - GUESS WHAT?! - one of him. It's barely flattering... but anyway, his half-hour speech was also slightly (unintentionally) humorous... warning the sixth form not to come to school hungover, or have sex with younger children (apparently, that's paedophilia. Beats me!), and following with "everyone has high expectations of you, I don't envy you."

All in all, i can see my last two years being very happy with him in rule!

So tomorrow, we have three free periods by default... then my very first lesson, physics WITH WILESY!!! WOOHOOOHOOO!! then guess what? ANOTHER free lesson. One of three in a week, but on the first day, it may not seem so appreciated :>

On top of that, the Thursday morning seems a bit pointless too. First lesson, "Pastoral Care", whatever that is. Then... TWO FREE LESSONS! As if I need one hour twenty to revise what I just learnt on how to be nice to people...


Anyway, that's all I can think of writing about. Happy birthday to Fenella! And good luck to everyone tomorrow.
Jimbob! xxx

Blog of Final Freedomness - me at my pretentious best

Good evening people!

So, this is it. 31st August... wow. After at least three months of being (technically) off school, it's about bloody time to go back. It's a scary thought, but I did miss it after a couple of months. After all, friends are friends. And what better time and place to see them all joined together in suave, [mostly] new uniforms? :)

By the way, the 'mostly new' was pointed toward the male uniform. I've heard some of the females (well, ok, ONE) complain about their uniform's indecency..but hey, we are THE SIXTH FORM! This is THE time of our life to have fun. And I suppose a bit of studying too. Gulp. But don't let that flood everything!

I suppose the purpose of this blog is to take the role of a retirement home resident, and say: We are sixteen. We are at our physical and, in most cases, mental best. Whatsmore, we have more fun at this age! Yes, even me. BRING ON THE NEW ERA! [man I sound like one of the new Gladiators!]

So much for me to look forward to. The fact that I'm doing my best subjects ONLY, the new school play, library work (well... jury's out on that one!), girls in miniskirts... I kid about the last one. Not that I'm not looking forward to the new uniform aspect of it... or the miniskirt aspect of it...

DISCLAIMER: This self-dug hole is trademark Jimbob's. Come, say, tomorrow, I will regret typing this, but I currently don't. Go figure.


I suppose that over this holiday, I've learned things. For instance, having absolutely nothing to worry about is great... but too much of it leads to boredom. Personally, I need things to plague my mind in order for me to... well, work.

I've learned that fun can be had in the simpler things in life, like comforting a friend in need. Sure, not the whole 'laugh-out-loud' WOOOO fun, but there's no better feeling than having people listen to you and take your advice, and even come out better from it.

(At this point, I'd like to point out that I don't take FULL praise from those that do slightly benefit. As much as I'd like to.)

I've learned that passion can come from many sources. The little things that make you who you are, friends, family, the people you love... and donuts. (Sorry, I thought this whole thing was getting too much like JD's final speeches on "Scrubs", so I thought I'd add a little humour).

Speaking of humour, I've also learned that it can light up pretty much EVERY situation. Go on, try it. Even if it's not the previously mentioned "laugh-out-loud WOOOO" funny, there's absolutely NOTHING wrong with a little optimism in the darker situations. Nothing at all.

I've enjoyed my two outings, to Spain with the Kerrs, and to London with my uncle and grandparents. I've enjoyed playing video games (particularly Final Fantasy XII, New Super Mario Bros., and Super Smash Bros. Brawl).

Thanks to everyone that's made my summer.


BRING ON SEPTEMBER!
Hope you all had a good August.
And a good summer for that matter.
Love to all.
Jimbob xxx

Blog of Rollercoasterness

Hey people! How's life?

I gathered that I haven't been on Blogspot in ten days! :O! (then again, it's not as if I had any comments to read... HINT ;>) and quite a lot's actually been going on! So, without further ado, here's yet another account of my life as of late.

Because sometime in the not-so-distant future, I'll become unboring. Promise!

So, in the past week or so, a rare thing happened to me... I had become ill. Considering, it's actually quite rare... but I felt dizzy and stuff - and it wasn't an excuse to get out of manual labour either (!) - and I suppose I've kept the souvenir cough to go with it :> BUT oh well. These things happen!

Then again, it's a good excuse to get to eat some Strepsils and drink some nice blackcurrant-flavoured Lemsip drinks :) well, ok, they're a BIT strong, especially as you get near the bottom of the undissolved pool of paracetamol and other DRUGS... but they're pleasant (enough) accompaniments to get one through their flueyness.

And sticking on the subject of not-so-good news, Tilly split up with me. There are reasons, for sure, but I don't know how to convey them into words. And sure, I'll miss her and what we had, but I'm glad she felt that she could tell me she was unhappy. Either way, it opened my eyes. I even wrote a song - and not one of those "she hates me so I might as well go admire some pleasant-looking razors" or "how could I have been so *bursts out crying*" songs either - and as soon as I put it to music, I'll take great pride in keeping it to myself. If you MUST have a theme though, throat sweets happen to crop up now and again in it (don't think it's 'coz I'm all mad - I was actually sucking on one when the deed was done).

I'm good at getting over things like this. Always look on the bright side of life *whistles musically* and all that. Please tell me you're okay though, at the very least :>.

And that's the sad Jimbob rant over. Checking expression *loading screen*..... it's highly moderate!

Time for the happy Jimbob - and what better place to start (and end) than the GCSE results?! And, including the maths GCSE I had got from last year (unfortunately), I have 3 A* grades, and 6 A's. WOOO! I'm pretty happy :> It also bases perfectly around what I want to do next year: maths, chemistry, spanish and physics (physics coming last in the list for not being an A* grade, grrr.)

Often, I get asked: "So what would you like to be when you grow up?" and if I'm not snorting milk out of my nose as a result, I'll probably answer either psychology or philosophy. Both definitely interest me, perhaps the latter more (I mean, it's a subject about the formings of logic - and I like to think I write rather philosophically... answers on a postcard). But at least with these subjects, my options are still open. Plus I've got spanish because it purely interests me, although chances are that's getting dropped after next year.

But yes - I didn't do as badly as I thought I did. So I'm dead happy!


And happy I remain. Hope you enjoyed this blog, and I hope it made you think things.
I like to think I have that effect on people.
If there is such a thing.

Bon visage, Jimbob xxxx