My goodness, I almost completely forgot about this thing. It's probably safe to say that I won't be writing many more posts in Abstract Insanity anymore.
For those of you who have supported my hidden angsty side over the years, I thank you.
For those of you who have actually read through any of my blogs, sorry.
For those of you who have been good friends to me, thanks.
A lot has been going on since I last wrote - I'm now a student of UCL studying Natural Sciences. Who'd've thought?! :) Whatsmore, today was my last teaching day of my fresher year.
Hence I thought I'd write one final (oh please let it be final) blog about my thought processes throughout. If you think you're similar to me - pretty happy all-in-all, but feel like you can't shed your more negative thoughts to anyone and so you leave it to be washed among the sheer magnitude of the tinterwebz, you may probably learn from this.
The work's great, if a little unevenly weighed across the year. If you enjoy your subject, you're gonna have a hoot in university.
As for the social life, I've learnt oh so much over the six months I've been here (yup, moved in on the 25th September 2010, so six months exactly). And not all of it's enlightening.
Personally, I was actually quite happy to be starting anew by leaving my old town. After SO MANY friend conflicts, it got to the point where I actually started feeling guilty about being with my friends, for fear of hurting others. I suppose that's a good first moral: Fuck that. I deserve another chance, as do all of you, should you ever find yourself in that situation (or indeed worse).
Another moral it took me a few months to learn: You're likely to be meeting tons of brand new, exciting people during Freshers' Week, you may find that some of them are your best friends, and heck, you may get more involved in some of them than others. Unfortunately, it's so easy to cock things up on that front.
I think I've kinda fallen into that category; there was someone that I liked a lot, and tried being particularly "friendly" with for as much as possible. Today, she's not talking to me.
Sadly, this could be for a number of reasons; but ultimately, the fault is either with her or with me. For some reason, I think it's with me. And that is probably what I'm really trying to sort out in my head: how could I drive someone to [seem to] hate me so much? We're borderline civil, and I feel lucky with that! Whenever we bump into each other in corridors, she forces out a "hi" if I say it first, no smile. Okay, that's kinda normal in some cases, but I'm just not used to it.
I just want people to like me... and I feel that I've done something to diverge from this goal.
Whether it's a huge change of personality on my part, or just sheer desperation, I'm not myself anymore. I just feel it.
No, I haven't had an other half since I've been here. Kinda sad about that, but it's no biggie. What I'm more sad about is the fact that I may be turning people away, or alternatively making them want to turn me away.
Whatsmore, it feels like a vital part of a fresher year wasted.
Don't get me wrong, it's not all bad - I've made new friends, I'm now in a kendo society, and apart from all the bad stuff, things have been going rather well!
So yeah, I shall end this crap where it stands right here. Thanks again to all of you who have read my mis-antics. I created Abstract Insanity with a different purpose to what it ended up being. So be it. I'll just be showing it to less people(!).
Just keep in mind that I am a happy person. The stuff I blog about isn't sad, it's purile. There are starving families all over the world, I have good health and an awesome computer. My life's great!
Take care!
Jimbob xxxxxx
PS: Mayonnaise.
Friday, 25 March 2011
Sunday, 22 August 2010
That Blogging Feeling
Well, ladies and gentlemen, I've finally realised the purpose of this whole blog: to unleash any feelings of angst that a man who has a positive exterior (ie. me) may feel.
It's actually hit me. Maybe I'm not mentally sane, or something. I dunno. But whenever I'm sad, annoyed, confused, or generally peshed off, I write it on the public domain. It's actually relatively safe there, I'd put my money on it. :)
(DISCLAIMER: I'm not putting any money on it.)
So, public domain, here is my great epiphany of the day. You might want to play the following song in the background while you read the next few paragraphs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFfSUBpLPdk&feature=related .
Perhaps I'm not as positive as I seem. As much as I want to hide it from everyone - including myself - I have problems too :) it's probably the case that my fear of conflict contributes to me trying to not only surpress everything, but seem happy at the same time.
It's probably worth mentioning that the happiness isn't always a facade. I genuinely try to make light of dark situations. Either way, there are times when even the mythically awesome Jimbob/Jimmeh/Jimmay can falter.
One time when this happens a lot is upon the ends of relationships. If you don't know me, you probably don't know that I'm very anti-awkwardness as well. Well, unless it's a humorous awkwardness. I digress; I was dumped on Monday - and during the week following it, I'd learnt something.
On paper, the break-up was civil, polite, modest... easy on both parties. In short, almost perfect, except for the fact that we did it over the phone (though in her defence, she did try to get to see me in person, only transport problems occurred...) and all in all, I felt a little melancholy, but I knew I'd get over it.
Turns out that she's now speaking to me very, very little... awkwardness has set in. And you now know how I feel about that.
In short, I hate that feeling when I think I've done something wrong, but can't ask anyone because she'll just say that it's all her, and the only people who will really know will be her closest friends, who I'd feel bad about asking because a) it's dragging them into a potential conflict that they don't deserve to be involved in, b) I don't really know them that well [though I have been speaking to one of her closest friends, who's being really lovely about the whole thing... only problem being that I daren't ask that question on the tip of my tongue for the sake of part a)], and c) asking shows mistrust on my part - if she is saying it's all her fault, and she genuinely believes this, then this is another route towards conflict.
Love, eh?! XD
But it's not just because I'm "love drunk" - to put it like the band, "Boys Like Girls" - friends often provide some metaphorical pits in your not-so-metaphorical stomach. I think I explained my situation in my last blog, I can't check, because it means deleting everything I've just written, and like heck am I gonna do that.
Let's just say, one of my best friends is wary of me because I hang with another of my best friends who is dating her ex. Turns out the first friend mentioned in this paragraph is actually talking to me (despite my panics in my last blog)! Though I'm struggling to cope with the thought that it could all go kaput in a second... I really don't want to lose any close friends, especially by proxy, as this seems to be. But hey, go figure.
I am so full of angst, I have become all I have ridiculed on this blog.
(Jimbob has faced up to his true self! Jimbob has obtained a Persona!)
[Yeah, that joke's only for those who've played Persona 4 on the PS2 before. Told you this blog wasn't due to be read by anyone!]
If you've been listening to the heart-rending link I posted earlier, you can stop it now, if it hasn't taken you the best part of three minutes to read everything I've written thus far.
Well, that's my negative blog, and why lately I've been getting that sinking feeling. Time for something positive!
WE HAVE A DOG! A shih-tzu cross with chihuahua, who goes by the name of Max! At this point, we guess he is about nine weeks old... and he's a little troublemaker :D I'm sure you'll see him, or at least pictures. Yay!
So there you have it. Hope you've enjoyed yourself, or something :)
All the best, Jimbob :D xxxx
It's actually hit me. Maybe I'm not mentally sane, or something. I dunno. But whenever I'm sad, annoyed, confused, or generally peshed off, I write it on the public domain. It's actually relatively safe there, I'd put my money on it. :)
(DISCLAIMER: I'm not putting any money on it.)
So, public domain, here is my great epiphany of the day. You might want to play the following song in the background while you read the next few paragraphs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFfSUBpLPdk&feature=related .
Perhaps I'm not as positive as I seem. As much as I want to hide it from everyone - including myself - I have problems too :) it's probably the case that my fear of conflict contributes to me trying to not only surpress everything, but seem happy at the same time.
It's probably worth mentioning that the happiness isn't always a facade. I genuinely try to make light of dark situations. Either way, there are times when even the mythically awesome Jimbob/Jimmeh/Jimmay can falter.
One time when this happens a lot is upon the ends of relationships. If you don't know me, you probably don't know that I'm very anti-awkwardness as well. Well, unless it's a humorous awkwardness. I digress; I was dumped on Monday - and during the week following it, I'd learnt something.
On paper, the break-up was civil, polite, modest... easy on both parties. In short, almost perfect, except for the fact that we did it over the phone (though in her defence, she did try to get to see me in person, only transport problems occurred...) and all in all, I felt a little melancholy, but I knew I'd get over it.
Turns out that she's now speaking to me very, very little... awkwardness has set in. And you now know how I feel about that.
In short, I hate that feeling when I think I've done something wrong, but can't ask anyone because she'll just say that it's all her, and the only people who will really know will be her closest friends, who I'd feel bad about asking because a) it's dragging them into a potential conflict that they don't deserve to be involved in, b) I don't really know them that well [though I have been speaking to one of her closest friends, who's being really lovely about the whole thing... only problem being that I daren't ask that question on the tip of my tongue for the sake of part a)], and c) asking shows mistrust on my part - if she is saying it's all her fault, and she genuinely believes this, then this is another route towards conflict.
Love, eh?! XD
But it's not just because I'm "love drunk" - to put it like the band, "Boys Like Girls" - friends often provide some metaphorical pits in your not-so-metaphorical stomach. I think I explained my situation in my last blog, I can't check, because it means deleting everything I've just written, and like heck am I gonna do that.
Let's just say, one of my best friends is wary of me because I hang with another of my best friends who is dating her ex. Turns out the first friend mentioned in this paragraph is actually talking to me (despite my panics in my last blog)! Though I'm struggling to cope with the thought that it could all go kaput in a second... I really don't want to lose any close friends, especially by proxy, as this seems to be. But hey, go figure.
I am so full of angst, I have become all I have ridiculed on this blog.
(Jimbob has faced up to his true self! Jimbob has obtained a Persona!)
[Yeah, that joke's only for those who've played Persona 4 on the PS2 before. Told you this blog wasn't due to be read by anyone!]
If you've been listening to the heart-rending link I posted earlier, you can stop it now, if it hasn't taken you the best part of three minutes to read everything I've written thus far.
Well, that's my negative blog, and why lately I've been getting that sinking feeling. Time for something positive!
WE HAVE A DOG! A shih-tzu cross with chihuahua, who goes by the name of Max! At this point, we guess he is about nine weeks old... and he's a little troublemaker :D I'm sure you'll see him, or at least pictures. Yay!
So there you have it. Hope you've enjoyed yourself, or something :)
All the best, Jimbob :D xxxx
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Up Blogness Creek
Four months have passed since last writing. Zoiks. Well, fortunately I'm sat here on my sofa, after a long absence, and thinking of stuff to say.
Turns out, after reading my last blog, that a lot has happened as of recent. So I'm hoping something good's going to come out of this blog. Who can tell? Let's find out! :)
First of all, after a lot of whinging on my part, I'm taken! And happily so! With a fantastic girl that goes by the name of Lottie. I won't put surnames, as I don't want her to Google herself, or even worse: a potential employer of some kind does so - it happens, apparently, hence I try not to post my full name up on this blog... though chances are I probably have, in which case, *slow, sarcastic clap* to myself for that one.
So yeah, the past month or two have been great because of this! Yay!
But this blog doesn't have such a negative name for nothing. I haven't seen her in a week, and won't be seeing her for another two weeks.
[No, that's not the worst I can do. Be patient.]
A-levels have been and gone. One month ago tomorrow since the last exam, and the best part of another month till I get the results. August 19th, in fact, which if you're a regular follower of this blog, or indeed my life, and have a spectacular memory for dates, can tell that this date generally has negative connotations on my part.
[PATIENCE.]
And yeah, I'm panicking a little about results. I need three A's ideally to get into my first choice, University College London, which I really want to go to, what with being born and living the first few years of my life in the city, and everything. If not, Sheffield's a very competant second choice, and if I end up going there, I will be more than happy.
[PATIENCE.]
And now, the true reason while I'm up a particular creek of a not very pleasant variety. [Finally!]
Two tribes are going to war (going to war, going to war) - and by tribes, I mean friends, and by war, I mean war.
And guess who's been made to choose sides? Only the guy who's terrified of hurting people. Fortunately (in an ironic sense), after yesterday, that's not the only thing I'm terrified of at this point.
Things have gotten to the stage where I'm petrified when the phone goes off. Turns out Lottie was the only person to text me today, and my driving instructor was the only person to ring me. Which reminds me, after the imminent damage has been done, I am SO changing my ringtones.
(Text tone is just "duh-ding", whereas ring tone is the full moon boss battle fight music from Persona 3. It's called "Master of Shadow", and it's kinda disco-ravey. Unfortunately, the connotations associated with it are becoming more numerous and negative, so please, if you read this, learn to enjoy the track. It's my memory of lazy days of January-July 2009, as well as this whole fiasco.)
Is it true that standing up to friends is the hardest thing for someone to have to do? Because if it isn't, I really don't want to experience it. I suppose there's a very unlikely off-chance that I won't have to even do that, but I really can't be doing with this.
July 2010 is definitely a month to be embedded in my memory. It started fantastically... waking up on the 1st July at a friend of Lottie's house, after a fantastic night on the Cromer Promenade speaking with a group of who(m?) could be the nicest people I ever met... finishing school, which was a truly bittersweet experience... having some time to myself after a few months of non-stop work... more days with the gorgeous Lottie... and now this.
Time is an amazing thing. It doesn't require a lot for something extremely brilliant to happen. Nor does it require a lot for something to potentially crush everything you are.
Sometimes, exterior positivity is a facade. But we all knew that really.
Sorry to end a blog so negatively, like Feeder sang: "it's just the way I'm feeling, yeah yeah, it's just the way I'm feeling."
On a completely unrelated note - and a last-ditch attempt to put a smile on everyone's face: I like Feeder. Listen to them if you don't know them. I suppose the lyrics are kinda "emotional" in nature, but they're always put to catchy tunes. Therefore it's acceptable. :D
I wish everyone well!
Jimbob :)
Turns out, after reading my last blog, that a lot has happened as of recent. So I'm hoping something good's going to come out of this blog. Who can tell? Let's find out! :)
First of all, after a lot of whinging on my part, I'm taken! And happily so! With a fantastic girl that goes by the name of Lottie. I won't put surnames, as I don't want her to Google herself, or even worse: a potential employer of some kind does so - it happens, apparently, hence I try not to post my full name up on this blog... though chances are I probably have, in which case, *slow, sarcastic clap* to myself for that one.
So yeah, the past month or two have been great because of this! Yay!
But this blog doesn't have such a negative name for nothing. I haven't seen her in a week, and won't be seeing her for another two weeks.
[No, that's not the worst I can do. Be patient.]
A-levels have been and gone. One month ago tomorrow since the last exam, and the best part of another month till I get the results. August 19th, in fact, which if you're a regular follower of this blog, or indeed my life, and have a spectacular memory for dates, can tell that this date generally has negative connotations on my part.
[PATIENCE.]
And yeah, I'm panicking a little about results. I need three A's ideally to get into my first choice, University College London, which I really want to go to, what with being born and living the first few years of my life in the city, and everything. If not, Sheffield's a very competant second choice, and if I end up going there, I will be more than happy.
[PATIENCE.]
And now, the true reason while I'm up a particular creek of a not very pleasant variety. [Finally!]
Two tribes are going to war (going to war, going to war) - and by tribes, I mean friends, and by war, I mean war.
And guess who's been made to choose sides? Only the guy who's terrified of hurting people. Fortunately (in an ironic sense), after yesterday, that's not the only thing I'm terrified of at this point.
Things have gotten to the stage where I'm petrified when the phone goes off. Turns out Lottie was the only person to text me today, and my driving instructor was the only person to ring me. Which reminds me, after the imminent damage has been done, I am SO changing my ringtones.
(Text tone is just "duh-ding", whereas ring tone is the full moon boss battle fight music from Persona 3. It's called "Master of Shadow", and it's kinda disco-ravey. Unfortunately, the connotations associated with it are becoming more numerous and negative, so please, if you read this, learn to enjoy the track. It's my memory of lazy days of January-July 2009, as well as this whole fiasco.)
Is it true that standing up to friends is the hardest thing for someone to have to do? Because if it isn't, I really don't want to experience it. I suppose there's a very unlikely off-chance that I won't have to even do that, but I really can't be doing with this.
July 2010 is definitely a month to be embedded in my memory. It started fantastically... waking up on the 1st July at a friend of Lottie's house, after a fantastic night on the Cromer Promenade speaking with a group of who(m?) could be the nicest people I ever met... finishing school, which was a truly bittersweet experience... having some time to myself after a few months of non-stop work... more days with the gorgeous Lottie... and now this.
Time is an amazing thing. It doesn't require a lot for something extremely brilliant to happen. Nor does it require a lot for something to potentially crush everything you are.
Sometimes, exterior positivity is a facade. But we all knew that really.
Sorry to end a blog so negatively, like Feeder sang: "it's just the way I'm feeling, yeah yeah, it's just the way I'm feeling."
On a completely unrelated note - and a last-ditch attempt to put a smile on everyone's face: I like Feeder. Listen to them if you don't know them. I suppose the lyrics are kinda "emotional" in nature, but they're always put to catchy tunes. Therefore it's acceptable. :D
I wish everyone well!
Jimbob :)
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
Blog of Apathy Syndromeness
Isn't it funny how some weeks go far quicker than others? This could be due to a series of events that did (or, indeed, did not) happen. Maybe you're left in the midsts of everything going on, foreseeing more events that you potentially should have prepared for a while ago, and everything's just zooming around your head whilst, at the same time, you question the chances of anything actually happening to you in life beyond school/college/uni/work that is actually exciting with a chance of emphasising who you really are. Maybe the fact that you're currently feeling like a social hermit contributes, and the lack of a significant other - whilst arguably being beneficial (depending on the person you are) - is really getting you down?
Maybe that's just me.
A lot has been going on as of late - some absolutely fantastic, some diabolical(!). So, today's blog features the dilemmas and tribulations of being the most popular kid amongst people five years younger than him (for reasons unknown) as of Wednesday, 17th March 2010, at 9:38pm; also known as now.
Let's start with the good news: Pikachu has given birth to three gorgeous little baby kittens :) the genders are still unknown due to their cords still being on them... but the sweet little things are two days (and approximately four hours) old! Pikachu's proving to be as good a mother as Cathy was (Cathy is Pikachu's mother, now nicknamed Raichu. The babies are known to me as the Pichus).
That's all well and good. Plus Easter begins on Friday! And I get the day off school tomorrow to go to the University of Sheffield for an interview! I actually am looking forward to it. I did like the university a lot when I went in July [the city, however, did not live up to expectations unfortunately] so whatever happens, happens. Boo-yah.
Time for the bad news.
Driving. *sigh*. I had my test at the crack o' dawn yesterday... and I'm pleased to say that I ONLY GOT TEN MINORS!!! which is pretty good when you ignore the four serious errors. Yessirree, I epic failed. Now, the situation is that I have six months to pass my test in King's Lynn before I go to university in the depths of wherever accepts me. That means new routes, and a lot of tension... because if I fail, I've potentially wasted two years' worth of driving practice and money to go with it (I'll point out now that tests, including an hour of lesson directly before the test, is £62 PLUS the cost of a two hour lesson with your instructor. And this value's due to go up to £70, apparently).
So, do I carry on? Give up where I stand? I honestly don't know...
The uni trip tomorrow, I shall not deny, is giving me some concerns. It is, after all, an interview! And considering UCL were actually quite informal with theirs, against all expectations, that could mean that the Sheffield instructors are going to give me hell. Who knows?! Well, I will... come about fifteen hours time...
And yes, poor little Jimbob still feels a bit rubbish in terms of social life. I'm still single, with no signs of liking anyone or anyone liking me. Again, I'm aware that there are two sides to this. Some might say that this is just as well, and that no-one needs relationships anyway.
This is a fair point... but it's been too long! I want to be with someone who not only acknowledges my existence from time to time, but actually gives the impression that they want me to be there... or even better, they feel like they actually need me there.
You wouldn't know it, but this often confused and apathetical mind o' mine does hold some decent gems of wit, wisdom, and probably a little elf called Nigel that controls my thought processes.
When life gets you down, always look on the bright side of life *whistles whimsically*.
Alas, my problems are stupid. I know they are stupid, and chances are I'm writing this to either grab attention, or emphasise to myself that this situation is pathetic and that something's gotta be changed about it, which it won't do if I sit here and do homework all day or chat to people online all night.
Things have got to change.
[See? I've said it now, that makes it official! Yay!]
I'd better go. It's nearly 10pm, I'm sleepy, and I've hardly prepared for the interview tomorrow.
Bye! Jimbob :)
PS: RIP Jim Cronin, who died 3 years ago today. I'm sure the monkeys all miss you dearly.
Maybe that's just me.
A lot has been going on as of late - some absolutely fantastic, some diabolical(!). So, today's blog features the dilemmas and tribulations of being the most popular kid amongst people five years younger than him (for reasons unknown) as of Wednesday, 17th March 2010, at 9:38pm; also known as now.
Let's start with the good news: Pikachu has given birth to three gorgeous little baby kittens :) the genders are still unknown due to their cords still being on them... but the sweet little things are two days (and approximately four hours) old! Pikachu's proving to be as good a mother as Cathy was (Cathy is Pikachu's mother, now nicknamed Raichu. The babies are known to me as the Pichus).
That's all well and good. Plus Easter begins on Friday! And I get the day off school tomorrow to go to the University of Sheffield for an interview! I actually am looking forward to it. I did like the university a lot when I went in July [the city, however, did not live up to expectations unfortunately] so whatever happens, happens. Boo-yah.
Time for the bad news.
Driving. *sigh*. I had my test at the crack o' dawn yesterday... and I'm pleased to say that I ONLY GOT TEN MINORS!!! which is pretty good when you ignore the four serious errors. Yessirree, I epic failed. Now, the situation is that I have six months to pass my test in King's Lynn before I go to university in the depths of wherever accepts me. That means new routes, and a lot of tension... because if I fail, I've potentially wasted two years' worth of driving practice and money to go with it (I'll point out now that tests, including an hour of lesson directly before the test, is £62 PLUS the cost of a two hour lesson with your instructor. And this value's due to go up to £70, apparently).
So, do I carry on? Give up where I stand? I honestly don't know...
The uni trip tomorrow, I shall not deny, is giving me some concerns. It is, after all, an interview! And considering UCL were actually quite informal with theirs, against all expectations, that could mean that the Sheffield instructors are going to give me hell. Who knows?! Well, I will... come about fifteen hours time...
And yes, poor little Jimbob still feels a bit rubbish in terms of social life. I'm still single, with no signs of liking anyone or anyone liking me. Again, I'm aware that there are two sides to this. Some might say that this is just as well, and that no-one needs relationships anyway.
This is a fair point... but it's been too long! I want to be with someone who not only acknowledges my existence from time to time, but actually gives the impression that they want me to be there... or even better, they feel like they actually need me there.
You wouldn't know it, but this often confused and apathetical mind o' mine does hold some decent gems of wit, wisdom, and probably a little elf called Nigel that controls my thought processes.
When life gets you down, always look on the bright side of life *whistles whimsically*.
Alas, my problems are stupid. I know they are stupid, and chances are I'm writing this to either grab attention, or emphasise to myself that this situation is pathetic and that something's gotta be changed about it, which it won't do if I sit here and do homework all day or chat to people online all night.
Things have got to change.
[See? I've said it now, that makes it official! Yay!]
I'd better go. It's nearly 10pm, I'm sleepy, and I've hardly prepared for the interview tomorrow.
Bye! Jimbob :)
PS: RIP Jim Cronin, who died 3 years ago today. I'm sure the monkeys all miss you dearly.
Monday, 8 March 2010
Blog of Loneliness
What's that? Jimbob calling himself lonely? How can that happen?! He's got at least two fan clubs (apparently) and a good, solid set of friends... HOW CAN THIS PERSON BE LONELY?!
Well, that's the subject of this blog, I suppose! :)
Right then, where to begin... well, the fan clubs, I guess. To be honest, I'm as confused as you may be. I never asked for them, and they never stopped giving me their undivided love. Not that I'm complaining, don't get me wrong here. I do feel honoured and extremely lucky! And that is NOT sarcasm. :)
Honest.
But not only is the whole thing getting a bit out of hand (I've actually had to block a couple of people for being too harrassing and annoying) but it's weird... I'm loved... yet I'm not lurved...
Pffft. It's quite pathetic, thinking about it now. Writing a blog to an audience of single digits as to how lonely I feel. On the other hand, it's quite funny... and maybe also kind of eye-opening.
This is your false prophet! *LIGHTNING BOLT*
(What? Just because I'm moaning doesn't mean I can't have fun whilst I do so. :P )
Seriously though. I just wish that I could find someone who was my female counterpart. Someone roughly my age (good start), who has a positive outlook on life and can have fun without losing sight of what is important. Is that so much to ask?
Well, tough question. That was a bit vague for a description. Let's just leave that on the rhetorical pile ;)
So yes, you've probably seen a new side to me (if you're not that surprised, I'm surprised about that). And please, I love the fact that everyone knows who I am, stops to acknowledge my existence, and I'm aware that my situation could be ten thousand times worse. So I beg that you don't think me greedy or hypocritical by writing this.
Heh, well I've written all this now, I'd have to hold the backspace button for a long while before this whole thing's deleted. So be it. Let my patheticness be known to the internet nation.
Just be thankful that I've left out some details. Haha!
Well, see ya. Normal people :)
Lots of love, Jimbob :D xxxx
Well, that's the subject of this blog, I suppose! :)
Right then, where to begin... well, the fan clubs, I guess. To be honest, I'm as confused as you may be. I never asked for them, and they never stopped giving me their undivided love. Not that I'm complaining, don't get me wrong here. I do feel honoured and extremely lucky! And that is NOT sarcasm. :)
Honest.
But not only is the whole thing getting a bit out of hand (I've actually had to block a couple of people for being too harrassing and annoying) but it's weird... I'm loved... yet I'm not lurved...
Pffft. It's quite pathetic, thinking about it now. Writing a blog to an audience of single digits as to how lonely I feel. On the other hand, it's quite funny... and maybe also kind of eye-opening.
This is your false prophet! *LIGHTNING BOLT*
(What? Just because I'm moaning doesn't mean I can't have fun whilst I do so. :P )
Seriously though. I just wish that I could find someone who was my female counterpart. Someone roughly my age (good start), who has a positive outlook on life and can have fun without losing sight of what is important. Is that so much to ask?
Well, tough question. That was a bit vague for a description. Let's just leave that on the rhetorical pile ;)
So yes, you've probably seen a new side to me (if you're not that surprised, I'm surprised about that). And please, I love the fact that everyone knows who I am, stops to acknowledge my existence, and I'm aware that my situation could be ten thousand times worse. So I beg that you don't think me greedy or hypocritical by writing this.
Heh, well I've written all this now, I'd have to hold the backspace button for a long while before this whole thing's deleted. So be it. Let my patheticness be known to the internet nation.
Just be thankful that I've left out some details. Haha!
Well, see ya. Normal people :)
Lots of love, Jimbob :D xxxx
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
Blog of Wisbechness
Well, it's the new year, and what better way to start the year than with a report of a TV programme I've just seen?!
It's a documentary about immigration in the town that I currently live in, Wisbech. Hosted by Evan Davis (the man with the epic voice), the aim of the show was to give some typical caucasian English people some of the jobs that immigrants have been taking up, as some say, unnecessarily.
Not that I was interested so much in THAT (though it was quite interesting in itself, I s'pose...).
It was seriously weird - I don't know how I actually feel, so I thought I'd write everything I'm thinking down in a blog that no-one reads before I go upstairs and hibernate for the night. Seeing the town on TV, and all the landmarks I commonly visit (particularly at weekends :D), it's kind of... well...
...it's kind of nice. I felt proud to be a Wisbechian. Kinda funny, really.
But that's not the real worry - I was born in London, and stayed there for the first four years of my life! Everytime I take the National Express 448 bus up to Golders Green from Peterborough, I actually go past my old house on the A1(M). It's really scary.
Nonetheless, I've always considered Hendon as my home! Not rubbishy old Wisbech!
But I suppose it kinda struck me - If they showed Hendon on TV now, I probably wouldn't recognise so much of it. Probably not even my old house (it's true, last I checked they had changed the exterior slightly. Apparently they even took a room out of it; had to be my father's, didn't it?!)
Though personally, when good ol' Evan visited the Nene School, that was really a huge change for me. Not many people know this, but I actually went there for Reception and Year 1 :) and Mrs Mardle... what a lovely woman she was! I went there twelve years ago now, and it's so great to see that she's still there! I mean WOW, nostalgia trip much :)
Mrs Mardle, if you're reading this, you rocked.
However, if you did watch the documentary today and thought that Wisbech is a town full of immigrants and Wisbechians, I'd just like to say that not EVERYONE is like that. Okay, it is kinda nasty sometimes, and there are places in the town that even I don't like going, but I suppose it took that documentary to realise that this town ain't so bad after all...
I may not consider it to be my home, or maybe I subconsciously do - I suppose the documentary did represent the town to be relatively decent... and yes, a lot of people are like those shown on the TV.
It is kind of a culture clash though. I miss the city, but probably only because the last time I lived there was when I was four, and when you're four EVERYTHING is pretty awesome. But it is kind of weird; one of the last times I went up to London (the town of Edgware - their local hospital being my birthplace) to stay with relatives, my uncle actually got assaulted by a group of hoodlums!
I've only witnessed that twice in my thirteen-ish years here. But once in a total of about three months? I really know the best places, don't I? :P
That said, I've applied to UCL for September. And so far it's probably my favourite university (though that may change depending on what they offer me!). If not, UEA in Norwich was also surprisingly decent (I say "surprisingly" because you don't typically expect your local uni to be any good, do you?) so who knows?
The future's bright. It's probably even orange.
I'll leave you to think about that until next time.
See you guys! Don't wait up.
Jimbob xx
It's a documentary about immigration in the town that I currently live in, Wisbech. Hosted by Evan Davis (the man with the epic voice), the aim of the show was to give some typical caucasian English people some of the jobs that immigrants have been taking up, as some say, unnecessarily.
Not that I was interested so much in THAT (though it was quite interesting in itself, I s'pose...).
It was seriously weird - I don't know how I actually feel, so I thought I'd write everything I'm thinking down in a blog that no-one reads before I go upstairs and hibernate for the night. Seeing the town on TV, and all the landmarks I commonly visit (particularly at weekends :D), it's kind of... well...
...it's kind of nice. I felt proud to be a Wisbechian. Kinda funny, really.
But that's not the real worry - I was born in London, and stayed there for the first four years of my life! Everytime I take the National Express 448 bus up to Golders Green from Peterborough, I actually go past my old house on the A1(M). It's really scary.
Nonetheless, I've always considered Hendon as my home! Not rubbishy old Wisbech!
But I suppose it kinda struck me - If they showed Hendon on TV now, I probably wouldn't recognise so much of it. Probably not even my old house (it's true, last I checked they had changed the exterior slightly. Apparently they even took a room out of it; had to be my father's, didn't it?!)
Though personally, when good ol' Evan visited the Nene School, that was really a huge change for me. Not many people know this, but I actually went there for Reception and Year 1 :) and Mrs Mardle... what a lovely woman she was! I went there twelve years ago now, and it's so great to see that she's still there! I mean WOW, nostalgia trip much :)
Mrs Mardle, if you're reading this, you rocked.
However, if you did watch the documentary today and thought that Wisbech is a town full of immigrants and Wisbechians, I'd just like to say that not EVERYONE is like that. Okay, it is kinda nasty sometimes, and there are places in the town that even I don't like going, but I suppose it took that documentary to realise that this town ain't so bad after all...
I may not consider it to be my home, or maybe I subconsciously do - I suppose the documentary did represent the town to be relatively decent... and yes, a lot of people are like those shown on the TV.
It is kind of a culture clash though. I miss the city, but probably only because the last time I lived there was when I was four, and when you're four EVERYTHING is pretty awesome. But it is kind of weird; one of the last times I went up to London (the town of Edgware - their local hospital being my birthplace) to stay with relatives, my uncle actually got assaulted by a group of hoodlums!
I've only witnessed that twice in my thirteen-ish years here. But once in a total of about three months? I really know the best places, don't I? :P
That said, I've applied to UCL for September. And so far it's probably my favourite university (though that may change depending on what they offer me!). If not, UEA in Norwich was also surprisingly decent (I say "surprisingly" because you don't typically expect your local uni to be any good, do you?) so who knows?
The future's bright. It's probably even orange.
I'll leave you to think about that until next time.
See you guys! Don't wait up.
Jimbob xx
Monday, 28 December 2009
Blog of 2009ness
Alas, it's nearing the end of the noughties. I daresay it's "the me decade" because I've got a good feeling about the oh-tens :) but in my overly cheesy and reflective manner, I shall dedicate a blog to looking back on the past year. Here's my 2009 in a nutshell.
January: Well, my 17th was pretty cool, going to see "Yesman" with a few mates (Zooey Deschanel ftw!). Also with our new additions to the family as of 31/12/08, Heathcliffe and Cathy, to keep Toulouse and Ayla company. They spent most of it under the Xmas tree, which we kept up a little longer by popular demand. Mocks were extraordinarily "bleh". OH! I also started driving lessons. Woop woop.
February: As with all Februarys, rather nondescript. Did see Tilly for the first time in six months, and the only time this year. So that was pretty cool.
March: Again, a bit of a blur, really. I think this was when I started to overdo everything, and ended up asking someone out... just when they told me they had a boyfriend. That's my first lesson of the year, as well as a full-fledged slap on the back which hopefully left a mark :). Also, I got asked out by someone :O which was a complete honour... at this point, however, I cruelly gave it the big fat "maybe". In true Jimmeh fashion.
MONTH OF THE YEAR: April. Well, doesn't necessarily mean the BEST month, per se, but a LOT happened during it.
- 2nd: Cathy gave birth to four little baby kittens :)
- 3rd: Going to Peterborough to see "Lesbian Vampire Killers" in the cinema. Well, why not?! Also attended "We Will Rock You" backstage at the COWA. Saw it afterwards. Top quality stuff :)
- 4th: Landmark anniversary. Mainly involved walking around the churchyard, I think. Then I cheered up and went backstage at the COWA again with la mere. From there I made a good friend, so it's all good.
- 5th-12th: SALAMANCA! A pretty amazing trip. Made me realise a lot about myself... but hey, it's a blog so I should probably write some of these down: the first: to admire beauty when it arises, to meet new people (biggup the Brentwood School people!), and also to not doubt friends. You know who I'm talking about, person involved... not that they read my blog anyway.
- 13th: Someone else told me they liked me (yep, you :D) but swore me to not respond. Very sweet, actually. Hadn't felt that sense of [i can't think of the word] to that intensity for a long while.
- 21st: Toulouse sadly had to be taken to the vets to be put down, aged 16. His legacy still lives on :(. On a separate note, I also found a friend I haven't spoken to in YEARS.
That was April. This was May: well, I said no to the first invitation out, but told "(yep, you :D)" I was still interested. We still didn't go out, agreed due to imminent exams. On a separate note, we were robbed. My laptop, our DVD recorder, and a PC monitor was taken, as well as several important remotes. Luckily the damage was minimal, and we actually think this was due to the rabbit scaring them off with her banging action... that is, banging of her body on the cage. Okay, there's no way to make that any less innuendous.
June: The exams. Didn't feel they went too well. On the other hand, I was made Deputy Head Boy of WGS 2009-10, so I couldn't really complain. Meg's barbeque occurred - good fun times :) oh, and I also witnessed and thus begun the long game saga that is Edraved. It's still going :D
July: SUMMAR! The month of next to nothing happening. Bliss.
August: STILL SUMMAR! Started with twelve days in London with grandparents and uncle, which was where I started my running routine (it's still going but haven't been able to recently due to that blasted snowfall >:( ). Results day came, it was a bit pants, hence starting a massive panic about what the hell I was doing.
This continued through to September, where I made the bold choice of dropping Spanish. In a sense I'm glad I did because it's made UCAS a lot easier, but on the other hand, I miss those lessons XD. Started Amadeus, in the golden period of rehearsals. Was asked out by someone else, I wasn't so much touched this time as mystified due to the fact that I'd never met them before. So that was a definite no. However I did start going out with Rose, and everything was hunky dory.
October... hmmm.... trying to remember it... passed my theory test... actually attended some parties :O Chaz's 18th, Ellie's Hallowe'en do, and Rosie's Geeks and Greeks 18th. All highly enjoyable :)
November: The end of the golden age of 2009, I think. Just felt... a bit... I dunno... rubbish. :)
December: Started horribly. Troubles with UCAS application (which was finally sent on the 14th). Amadeus was causing a lot of pre-performance stress, but fortunately turned out well in the end! And the relationship ended [I still hope you're okay - we don't talk that much anymore!] But then Xmas came, and it's been pretty good, touchwood. Got a Blackberry and a new router, so I can now go online on everything that isn't a PC! WOO! Even bought "The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time" for play on the Nintendo Wii. Good times!
So all in all, a generally good year, with a few bad things thrown in. But you've got to take the rough with the smooth; of course bad things are going to happen, life wouldn't be any good if there weren't any.
And I suppose if I've learnt one thing, it's this: you have to focus on things if you want them to turn out well. There's no use saying that you're going to change things if you're going to do nothing about it. I suppose that's where I faltered in a lot of things (thinking exams particularly).
So, the oh-tens are coming. May you all have a great new 2010 and a great new decade :)
Oh yeah, I almost forgot: my ritual annual apology! Silly me...
To everyone I have hurt this year (yes, I know I've hurt a few people), I truly am sorry. I honestly am trying to do things with the least amount of pain being inflicted upon others. It's actually quite hard *empty laugh*. So yeah, if collective-you are still miffed with me, please don't be :) I love you all!
And that's that for Abstract Insanity this year, this decade. Tune in next year where I'll try to install a pony for your entertainment*.
Lots of love to all!
Jimbob :D xxxx
*pony not included. STOP BUGGING ME ABOUT THE PONY.
January: Well, my 17th was pretty cool, going to see "Yesman" with a few mates (Zooey Deschanel ftw!). Also with our new additions to the family as of 31/12/08, Heathcliffe and Cathy, to keep Toulouse and Ayla company. They spent most of it under the Xmas tree, which we kept up a little longer by popular demand. Mocks were extraordinarily "bleh". OH! I also started driving lessons. Woop woop.
February: As with all Februarys, rather nondescript. Did see Tilly for the first time in six months, and the only time this year. So that was pretty cool.
March: Again, a bit of a blur, really. I think this was when I started to overdo everything, and ended up asking someone out... just when they told me they had a boyfriend. That's my first lesson of the year, as well as a full-fledged slap on the back which hopefully left a mark :). Also, I got asked out by someone :O which was a complete honour... at this point, however, I cruelly gave it the big fat "maybe". In true Jimmeh fashion.
MONTH OF THE YEAR: April. Well, doesn't necessarily mean the BEST month, per se, but a LOT happened during it.
- 2nd: Cathy gave birth to four little baby kittens :)
- 3rd: Going to Peterborough to see "Lesbian Vampire Killers" in the cinema. Well, why not?! Also attended "We Will Rock You" backstage at the COWA. Saw it afterwards. Top quality stuff :)
- 4th: Landmark anniversary. Mainly involved walking around the churchyard, I think. Then I cheered up and went backstage at the COWA again with la mere. From there I made a good friend, so it's all good.
- 5th-12th: SALAMANCA! A pretty amazing trip. Made me realise a lot about myself... but hey, it's a blog so I should probably write some of these down: the first: to admire beauty when it arises, to meet new people (biggup the Brentwood School people!), and also to not doubt friends. You know who I'm talking about, person involved... not that they read my blog anyway.
- 13th: Someone else told me they liked me (yep, you :D) but swore me to not respond. Very sweet, actually. Hadn't felt that sense of [i can't think of the word] to that intensity for a long while.
- 21st: Toulouse sadly had to be taken to the vets to be put down, aged 16. His legacy still lives on :(. On a separate note, I also found a friend I haven't spoken to in YEARS.
That was April. This was May: well, I said no to the first invitation out, but told "(yep, you :D)" I was still interested. We still didn't go out, agreed due to imminent exams. On a separate note, we were robbed. My laptop, our DVD recorder, and a PC monitor was taken, as well as several important remotes. Luckily the damage was minimal, and we actually think this was due to the rabbit scaring them off with her banging action... that is, banging of her body on the cage. Okay, there's no way to make that any less innuendous.
June: The exams. Didn't feel they went too well. On the other hand, I was made Deputy Head Boy of WGS 2009-10, so I couldn't really complain. Meg's barbeque occurred - good fun times :) oh, and I also witnessed and thus begun the long game saga that is Edraved. It's still going :D
July: SUMMAR! The month of next to nothing happening. Bliss.
August: STILL SUMMAR! Started with twelve days in London with grandparents and uncle, which was where I started my running routine (it's still going but haven't been able to recently due to that blasted snowfall >:( ). Results day came, it was a bit pants, hence starting a massive panic about what the hell I was doing.
This continued through to September, where I made the bold choice of dropping Spanish. In a sense I'm glad I did because it's made UCAS a lot easier, but on the other hand, I miss those lessons XD. Started Amadeus, in the golden period of rehearsals. Was asked out by someone else, I wasn't so much touched this time as mystified due to the fact that I'd never met them before. So that was a definite no. However I did start going out with Rose, and everything was hunky dory.
October... hmmm.... trying to remember it... passed my theory test... actually attended some parties :O Chaz's 18th, Ellie's Hallowe'en do, and Rosie's Geeks and Greeks 18th. All highly enjoyable :)
November: The end of the golden age of 2009, I think. Just felt... a bit... I dunno... rubbish. :)
December: Started horribly. Troubles with UCAS application (which was finally sent on the 14th). Amadeus was causing a lot of pre-performance stress, but fortunately turned out well in the end! And the relationship ended [I still hope you're okay - we don't talk that much anymore!] But then Xmas came, and it's been pretty good, touchwood. Got a Blackberry and a new router, so I can now go online on everything that isn't a PC! WOO! Even bought "The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time" for play on the Nintendo Wii. Good times!
So all in all, a generally good year, with a few bad things thrown in. But you've got to take the rough with the smooth; of course bad things are going to happen, life wouldn't be any good if there weren't any.
And I suppose if I've learnt one thing, it's this: you have to focus on things if you want them to turn out well. There's no use saying that you're going to change things if you're going to do nothing about it. I suppose that's where I faltered in a lot of things (thinking exams particularly).
So, the oh-tens are coming. May you all have a great new 2010 and a great new decade :)
Oh yeah, I almost forgot: my ritual annual apology! Silly me...
To everyone I have hurt this year (yes, I know I've hurt a few people), I truly am sorry. I honestly am trying to do things with the least amount of pain being inflicted upon others. It's actually quite hard *empty laugh*. So yeah, if collective-you are still miffed with me, please don't be :) I love you all!
And that's that for Abstract Insanity this year, this decade. Tune in next year where I'll try to install a pony for your entertainment*.
Lots of love to all!
Jimbob :D xxxx
*pony not included. STOP BUGGING ME ABOUT THE PONY.
Friday, 27 November 2009
Blog of Yet-another-return-after-a-long-absence-ness
Well, it seems you guys just can't get enough of my blog. It seems that all one of my readers (you know who you are ;D) actually wanted me to update it.
Four and a half months on, here I am, on top form to rant about nothing, as per usual. :)
So, what's been going on in the past few months? Well, everything's changed since last time I came on here. For instance, I'm now an Upper Sixth Former! Yessiree, way back in 2003 when I joined first form in good ol' Mrs Waling's class (I don't care what you say, I thought she was a lovely teacher), Sixth Form just seemed like a pipe dream. Back in those days, I remember thinking: one day in the future, I'll be one of them.
Then I remembered I had to do my colouring-in homework, and complained that it was too hard.
Nowadays, to the first form I'm the most recognised student in the school (if you think you can beat my record, PLEASE tell me. I'll take comfort in it. Honest.), which in effect is quite worrying; I seem to remember in earlier blogs how I hated playing the false prophet. Now, even due to the vast numbers of people who know my name yet I still don't remember theirs, I've had this odd sense of attention for at least three, maybe four years now.
And to be honest, if I let it worry me now, it'll ruin my last year at Wisbech. So I might as well enjoy it! Because otherwise... well...
What else... well, made new friends, happily got a girlfriend (I'll give you a hint: her name rhymes with "wose washby"... if you emphasise the A in it :D), plus I'm currently in the process - well, nearly completed - of making my university application form!
Whatsmore, it's nearly Xmas '09, which means it's nearly New Year oh-ten, which means... yes, my eighteenth birthday is coming soon.
Cripes!
And I'm still learning to drive. Ever since my first lesson on the 25th January '09, my test is sometime in January oh-ten. Probably tells you how bad I was. :D
(if you ever see a car going around with a driver with a mad bouffant - likely to be on a Saturday - in a black car with "A47" painted all over it... it's likely to be me. Please don't stop and don't laugh. :D)
The school play's coming awfully close! This year's production is "Amadeus" - the tragic yet mad story of a composer who isn't very good prevailing over a composer of genius proportions. It'll be good, so please come and see it.
If you come on the Friday, you'll even hear me give the end-of-play speech! XD
Oh yeah, hard to forget that next week is actually exam week for Upper Sixth formers. This should be interesting. Further Maths is a bit of a mixed bag for me... for instance, the Decision Maths module I find to be SO EASY (...please omit that from any quotations because Sod's Law states that after this blog is published I will fail the exam in it...) yet the Further Pure modules are pretty nasty. And I mean NASTY.
I miss my colouring-in homework!
Anyone free on the 4th December at 1:10 may get to see me on a lunchtime concert play some cool 'choons' with Modern Music Workshop. Free yourselves for that, because it's going to be a BLAST.
And who knows, I may even switch the amp on this time. THIS time.
Well, that's about all that naturally rolls off the mind, through my fingers, and onto the "Tinterwebz".
Will there be more blogs? Who knows.
If you want more, please pester me continuously. Otherwise, I'll see if I naturally update it without thinking. Who knows. :D
Until then, I reciprocate the amount of love you give to me back to you.
(Yeah, if you don't understand, don't worry because I do.)
Jimbob :D xxxxxx
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Blog of [word]ness
Good evening!!!
Yes, I know it's been a while! Thanks to all one of you who asked me to update this (it was a while ago... but Rose, you still rock :P) and BOY has a lot happened since the 29th April.
Well, if we were living in the P3 world, more and more people would be succumbing to the Apathy Syndrome, and people would be questioning their own motives. Things are pretty similar over here, actually. So much has happened in the past couple of months, so I'll try to fill you all in to the best of my ability. (In-your-endo realised and lolled at.)
First of all, it's nice to give shout-outs to some new people; well, one. Aimeh! Fellow roflwaffler, Lt. Corporal Douchemallow, hug-whore (hug a mugger!)... or as I found myself calling her today, "English Person". It's 'coz I'm Greekly blond.
Oooh, look at me and my new lingo. :P
Also, there's been SO much focus on universities and futures and stuff. Don't get me wrong - I really panic about it and I truly am trying to sort myself out... but it was only the other day that it hit me: I'm gonna struggle living for myself in the real world (oooo!)... Luckily, I'll manage somehow. I always do. And yes, I am aware that this is quite a bad way to go about life. But to be honest, it diverts from the fear. Henceforth, I'm a coward.
...thing is, I already knew that.
Speaking of which, I'm now Deputy Head Boy at my school next year. I'm really proud and everything, but again, this is meant to show that I have common sense about me. It's my main flaw! Crud.
Well, it really has been too long for me to not write in my chronicle of boredom (hey, that's a good name for a blog...) so I'll try to drag it out as much as physically and humanly (and Dalekly) possible.
I've been reading up on Philosophy lately, in a book entitled "What's It All About?" by Julian Baggini. I never realised how in-depth a subject it is. Think of something deep, and double it. In order to be a good philosopher, you really need to know some stuff.
The book contemplates the meaning of life, whether there's an afterlife, etc. and so forth. Unfortunately, I've only just finished the third chapter. And to be honest, I can't really regurgitate any of the thinking behind some of the stuff, but it's strange; this guy (who is an Athiest, not sure if that contributes to anything) considers both sides of the argument - let's go for whether there's purpose to life or not, and links it to whether there is an afterlife. Because let's face it, we probably would too. Basically we're at the stage that if there is a meaning of life, does that really mean anything when after we're dead, there might not be an afterlife? And even if there is, we'd've forgotten anyway?
There's more, but I hate rambling about complicated stuff. :>
Anyway, it's the Summer now! WOO! Hopefully I will have a job... I've applied for several places (four - hey, it beats one) INCLUDING the new reptile place in Wisbech.
Rose, if you're reading this, they have rare snakes... apparently there are some breeds of which there are only thirty-or-so of in the country. This shop has them! GO! :>
I was talking with one of the staff there; they were all like "Do you know a lot about reptiles?" and to be honest, they'd already had me there. But to me (and here comes the philosophy again... mine, this time) we've got a short time on Earth, try new things and learn as much as possible.
I know, reptiles can potentially be extremely complicated animals. Or can they....... well, if on the extremely low possibility that I actually get this job, then I will definitely mug up on the subject! Well, that's kind of harsh. Reptiles aren't a "subject", they're living creatures.
On the plus side, if they eventually get baby crocs in, I can at least confront my fears. Don't worry, my worry is ONLY for crocs and gators. Nothing more.
Well, here's my conclusionless hole-dig at an end.
Love you all!
Jimbob! xxxoxoxox
Yes, I know it's been a while! Thanks to all one of you who asked me to update this (it was a while ago... but Rose, you still rock :P) and BOY has a lot happened since the 29th April.
Well, if we were living in the P3 world, more and more people would be succumbing to the Apathy Syndrome, and people would be questioning their own motives. Things are pretty similar over here, actually. So much has happened in the past couple of months, so I'll try to fill you all in to the best of my ability. (In-your-endo realised and lolled at.)
First of all, it's nice to give shout-outs to some new people; well, one. Aimeh! Fellow roflwaffler, Lt. Corporal Douchemallow, hug-whore (hug a mugger!)... or as I found myself calling her today, "English Person". It's 'coz I'm Greekly blond.
Oooh, look at me and my new lingo. :P
Also, there's been SO much focus on universities and futures and stuff. Don't get me wrong - I really panic about it and I truly am trying to sort myself out... but it was only the other day that it hit me: I'm gonna struggle living for myself in the real world (oooo!)... Luckily, I'll manage somehow. I always do. And yes, I am aware that this is quite a bad way to go about life. But to be honest, it diverts from the fear. Henceforth, I'm a coward.
...thing is, I already knew that.
Speaking of which, I'm now Deputy Head Boy at my school next year. I'm really proud and everything, but again, this is meant to show that I have common sense about me. It's my main flaw! Crud.
Well, it really has been too long for me to not write in my chronicle of boredom (hey, that's a good name for a blog...) so I'll try to drag it out as much as physically and humanly (and Dalekly) possible.
I've been reading up on Philosophy lately, in a book entitled "What's It All About?" by Julian Baggini. I never realised how in-depth a subject it is. Think of something deep, and double it. In order to be a good philosopher, you really need to know some stuff.
The book contemplates the meaning of life, whether there's an afterlife, etc. and so forth. Unfortunately, I've only just finished the third chapter. And to be honest, I can't really regurgitate any of the thinking behind some of the stuff, but it's strange; this guy (who is an Athiest, not sure if that contributes to anything) considers both sides of the argument - let's go for whether there's purpose to life or not, and links it to whether there is an afterlife. Because let's face it, we probably would too. Basically we're at the stage that if there is a meaning of life, does that really mean anything when after we're dead, there might not be an afterlife? And even if there is, we'd've forgotten anyway?
There's more, but I hate rambling about complicated stuff. :>
Anyway, it's the Summer now! WOO! Hopefully I will have a job... I've applied for several places (four - hey, it beats one) INCLUDING the new reptile place in Wisbech.
Rose, if you're reading this, they have rare snakes... apparently there are some breeds of which there are only thirty-or-so of in the country. This shop has them! GO! :>
I was talking with one of the staff there; they were all like "Do you know a lot about reptiles?" and to be honest, they'd already had me there. But to me (and here comes the philosophy again... mine, this time) we've got a short time on Earth, try new things and learn as much as possible.
I know, reptiles can potentially be extremely complicated animals. Or can they....... well, if on the extremely low possibility that I actually get this job, then I will definitely mug up on the subject! Well, that's kind of harsh. Reptiles aren't a "subject", they're living creatures.
On the plus side, if they eventually get baby crocs in, I can at least confront my fears. Don't worry, my worry is ONLY for crocs and gators. Nothing more.
Well, here's my conclusionless hole-dig at an end.
Love you all!
Jimbob! xxxoxoxox
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Blog of OVERLOADness
Hey people!
Sigh... the death month is nearing its end. Thank goodness.
And sadly, it has lived up to its name; Toulouse, my loyal companion I've owned for nearly twelve years, was put down on the 21st. It's really sad.
Still, it's not characteristic of me to stay down in the dumps :) besides, with this unfortunate death, there was a blessing of the birth of the kittens earlier this month as well. They're growing up so fast! In fact, the video's up on Youtube now, if you haven't looked at it. Search "Pikachu Galileo Scaramouche Garfield" or something like that, you should see it. I warn you, the quality of sound and light is pretty bad with the recording camera, but you can't have everything!
So how are you?! Well, in the course of since the last time I've blogged, a lot has happened.
The biggest achievement so far for me is probably surviving the concert on Friday, that was scary, what with actually having to play my first solo piece to everyone who came (thanks to all my friends who did come, Rose, Ellie, Alice... the lot of ya XD)!
Then, up there with that, I GOT A SENIOR PREFECT INTERVIEW! Quite chuffed (is that the positive terminology? I get mixed up with "chuffed" and "gutted", they're so similar! *rolls eyes*)! Interview's next Wednesday. Good luck to all the others who managed to get this far :)
Plus, last time I blogged I was still on holiday. I'm back now. Whoop-dee. What better way to celebrate than with a Spanish oral?! Well, that said, it wasn't TOO disastrous. Just used the same words over and over (oh, they were good ones though!) so hopefully if they can overlook the overloading of this, then I should - in theory - be okay!
Birthday shoutouts to Alice last Saturday, and Rose tomorrow! WOO!
So, may May bring more happiness to you all.
And to the person involved who I know probably won't be celebrating too much due to a truly horrific incident recently, my thoughts go to you, and if you ever want to talk about it, I'm right here :)
Love you ALL! (except you and you and you)
Jimbob! xoxoxox
Sigh... the death month is nearing its end. Thank goodness.
And sadly, it has lived up to its name; Toulouse, my loyal companion I've owned for nearly twelve years, was put down on the 21st. It's really sad.
Still, it's not characteristic of me to stay down in the dumps :) besides, with this unfortunate death, there was a blessing of the birth of the kittens earlier this month as well. They're growing up so fast! In fact, the video's up on Youtube now, if you haven't looked at it. Search "Pikachu Galileo Scaramouche Garfield" or something like that, you should see it. I warn you, the quality of sound and light is pretty bad with the recording camera, but you can't have everything!
So how are you?! Well, in the course of since the last time I've blogged, a lot has happened.
The biggest achievement so far for me is probably surviving the concert on Friday, that was scary, what with actually having to play my first solo piece to everyone who came (thanks to all my friends who did come, Rose, Ellie, Alice... the lot of ya XD)!
Then, up there with that, I GOT A SENIOR PREFECT INTERVIEW! Quite chuffed (is that the positive terminology? I get mixed up with "chuffed" and "gutted", they're so similar! *rolls eyes*)! Interview's next Wednesday. Good luck to all the others who managed to get this far :)
Plus, last time I blogged I was still on holiday. I'm back now. Whoop-dee. What better way to celebrate than with a Spanish oral?! Well, that said, it wasn't TOO disastrous. Just used the same words over and over (oh, they were good ones though!) so hopefully if they can overlook the overloading of this, then I should - in theory - be okay!
Birthday shoutouts to Alice last Saturday, and Rose tomorrow! WOO!
So, may May bring more happiness to you all.
And to the person involved who I know probably won't be celebrating too much due to a truly horrific incident recently, my thoughts go to you, and if you ever want to talk about it, I'm right here :)
Love you ALL! (except you and you and you)
Jimbob! xoxoxox
Sunday, 12 April 2009
The Easter Bloggy
Hey guys! I'm back from Spain! Miss meh? Thought not XD
So yeah, the past couple of weeks have been absolutely phenomenal. There was Spain, and before that I helped out with the cast of We Will Rock You at the College of West Anglia. Great guys, and they absolutely rock.
I'd probably even consider performing that if our school were to do it... only problem being that it contains rather a lot of swearing XD it even says that everyone from I'm A Celebrity are "a bunch of twats", haaa!!! But seriously, I enjoyed it, and I'm actually quite interested in the music of Queen because of it. Nice one, guys!
But now onto the most interesting part of my life so far... well, this holiday, anyway :> SPAIN!
Man, it rocked.
The family? ROCKED. The food? ROCKED. The partying? SUCKED (well, the sangria was quite nice actually, so the terminology "sucked" is a compliment because it's on a higher end of the spectrum...). The views? ROCKED. The activities? PRETTY GOOD. The weather? MEH.
However, the main thing that twisted it for me were - trying, and failing, to not be cliched here - my friends :> Matthew, Vince, Emily, Catherine, Emily (from another school), Sammy, Kim... oh to heck with it, they were all awesome!
Either way, I learnt so much about myself and others. For instance, I feared that I was quite lacklustre (or is it lacklustER? I dunno!) in terms of general passion. Sloth kinda does that to you, you don't give a damn either way about a lot of things. But it hit me on the final night (last night) when me, Matthew and Vince just stood in the Plaza Mayor, staring at the lights for one last time. Absolutely amazing, and I actually cried.
There is some sentiment behind my cold logic :>
But yeah, and also it's Easter. Happy Easter! And yes, I will hopefully be uploading photos later to do with the Salamanca trip, if you really wanna see them. And even if you don't, I do :P
So yeah, the past couple of weeks have been absolutely phenomenal. There was Spain, and before that I helped out with the cast of We Will Rock You at the College of West Anglia. Great guys, and they absolutely rock.
I'd probably even consider performing that if our school were to do it... only problem being that it contains rather a lot of swearing XD it even says that everyone from I'm A Celebrity are "a bunch of twats", haaa!!! But seriously, I enjoyed it, and I'm actually quite interested in the music of Queen because of it. Nice one, guys!
But now onto the most interesting part of my life so far... well, this holiday, anyway :> SPAIN!
Man, it rocked.
The family? ROCKED. The food? ROCKED. The partying? SUCKED (well, the sangria was quite nice actually, so the terminology "sucked" is a compliment because it's on a higher end of the spectrum...). The views? ROCKED. The activities? PRETTY GOOD. The weather? MEH.
However, the main thing that twisted it for me were - trying, and failing, to not be cliched here - my friends :> Matthew, Vince, Emily, Catherine, Emily (from another school), Sammy, Kim... oh to heck with it, they were all awesome!
Either way, I learnt so much about myself and others. For instance, I feared that I was quite lacklustre (or is it lacklustER? I dunno!) in terms of general passion. Sloth kinda does that to you, you don't give a damn either way about a lot of things. But it hit me on the final night (last night) when me, Matthew and Vince just stood in the Plaza Mayor, staring at the lights for one last time. Absolutely amazing, and I actually cried.
There is some sentiment behind my cold logic :>
But yeah, and also it's Easter. Happy Easter! And yes, I will hopefully be uploading photos later to do with the Salamanca trip, if you really wanna see them. And even if you don't, I do :P
Friday, 27 March 2009
Blog of Rascalness
Hey guys!
So anyway, it's been one whole month since I made a decent blog! Well, decent to my standards... how would I know? It's not as if anyone reads this anymore! XD
Ladies and gentlemen, if you're reading this, you ARE actually in the cubby-hole that is my brain. This blog is just a way of getting things off my chest and spewing all kinds of stuff that's automatically classified as heartfelt by me.
Speaking of which, I thought I might as well start with some heartfelt stuff (coincidence much?!)
Anyway, the last couple of weeks have been rather eventful... you probably read my whinging about March being a busy month. Well, that's completely out of the way now :> and to be honest, even though there were many successes as of recent, what with the play and the concert and all, I actually kinda feel indifferent. Why? Because I'm too bloody nakered. Plus, of all the contemplation I do, I haven't really gone back to contemplating everything that's happened as of recent. Too much stuff to do, what with exams and everything.
Yep. The Easter holidays have arrived. Bring on the revision.
Alas, it's not all black-and-white good-slash-badness. There've been other things keeping me going and knocking me back as well. For instance, in typical Jimmeh rascal fashion (*cheesy grin*) I've professed my love to yet another person. Lo and behold, I find she's actually got a boyfriend.
In some respects, that's a Godsend. I mean, it could have ended badly. And seeing my track record of these kind of things... yeah, my esteem on that matters isn't actually that high, no matter how high it may seem.
But yes, I've made a new friend, and it also seems that as I asked her out, she still wants to stay friends. For that, I genuinely respect her, no matter how much I rue the situation deep down(!).
The Samuel Beckett plays were successful, the concert truly was kinda cool, applied for both Senior and Form Prefect in the end, and in terms of definite occurrences, that's about as far as it went. Oh yeah, and I saw Watchmen.... Yeah, I didn't follow the storyline a lot. But then again, it was a Saturday night, I was nakered, but it was pretty good eye candy.
In truth, I'd never even heard of Watchmen before the film came out. It was only when Eddy sent me a link to the trailer and the opening credits that I thought that it looked pretty damn good.
And speaking of pretty damn good, I'm going to Thorpe Park on Sunday!!! CAN'T WAIT :>
And on top of that, it's another Spanish trip to the area of Salamanca on the 5th! I am so lucky... though on the other hand, that all contributes to less time for revision. Even though I'll be going to Spanish School in Salamanca... Simply Splendid! (oh come on, I was bound to put something else cheesy in this blog... this IS me we're talking about :P)
But yes, that is the situation of my life at the moment, as I type into this and watch an orchestra perform "To Zanarkand" on my iPod (from Final Fantasy X... wasn't too keen on the game, but when you see a large orchestra perform it, and not only that but make it seem extremely beautiful, it really makes you remember the true beauty of music. In my opinion, another reason why I absolutely adore life. But that's just me...)
Chances are I'll be blogging in another half month to express my feelings on stuff. But will miss you all in Salamanca!
Love to all!
Jimbob xxx
So anyway, it's been one whole month since I made a decent blog! Well, decent to my standards... how would I know? It's not as if anyone reads this anymore! XD
Ladies and gentlemen, if you're reading this, you ARE actually in the cubby-hole that is my brain. This blog is just a way of getting things off my chest and spewing all kinds of stuff that's automatically classified as heartfelt by me.
Speaking of which, I thought I might as well start with some heartfelt stuff (coincidence much?!)
Anyway, the last couple of weeks have been rather eventful... you probably read my whinging about March being a busy month. Well, that's completely out of the way now :> and to be honest, even though there were many successes as of recent, what with the play and the concert and all, I actually kinda feel indifferent. Why? Because I'm too bloody nakered. Plus, of all the contemplation I do, I haven't really gone back to contemplating everything that's happened as of recent. Too much stuff to do, what with exams and everything.
Yep. The Easter holidays have arrived. Bring on the revision.
Alas, it's not all black-and-white good-slash-badness. There've been other things keeping me going and knocking me back as well. For instance, in typical Jimmeh rascal fashion (*cheesy grin*) I've professed my love to yet another person. Lo and behold, I find she's actually got a boyfriend.
In some respects, that's a Godsend. I mean, it could have ended badly. And seeing my track record of these kind of things... yeah, my esteem on that matters isn't actually that high, no matter how high it may seem.
But yes, I've made a new friend, and it also seems that as I asked her out, she still wants to stay friends. For that, I genuinely respect her, no matter how much I rue the situation deep down(!).
The Samuel Beckett plays were successful, the concert truly was kinda cool, applied for both Senior and Form Prefect in the end, and in terms of definite occurrences, that's about as far as it went. Oh yeah, and I saw Watchmen.... Yeah, I didn't follow the storyline a lot. But then again, it was a Saturday night, I was nakered, but it was pretty good eye candy.
In truth, I'd never even heard of Watchmen before the film came out. It was only when Eddy sent me a link to the trailer and the opening credits that I thought that it looked pretty damn good.
And speaking of pretty damn good, I'm going to Thorpe Park on Sunday!!! CAN'T WAIT :>
And on top of that, it's another Spanish trip to the area of Salamanca on the 5th! I am so lucky... though on the other hand, that all contributes to less time for revision. Even though I'll be going to Spanish School in Salamanca... Simply Splendid! (oh come on, I was bound to put something else cheesy in this blog... this IS me we're talking about :P)
But yes, that is the situation of my life at the moment, as I type into this and watch an orchestra perform "To Zanarkand" on my iPod (from Final Fantasy X... wasn't too keen on the game, but when you see a large orchestra perform it, and not only that but make it seem extremely beautiful, it really makes you remember the true beauty of music. In my opinion, another reason why I absolutely adore life. But that's just me...)
Chances are I'll be blogging in another half month to express my feelings on stuff. But will miss you all in Salamanca!
Love to all!
Jimbob xxx
Tuesday, 10 March 2009
Blog of Normalness
Hey!
So here I am, in the centre of normality... which, as you probably know by now, is HELL to keep up with!
I'm trying to think of anything intelligent to say... failing miserably... it's all after preparations of a debate speech for tomorrow. "This house believes that under-21's should not consume alcohol". And I think I have tons of useful, fantastic statistics on the matter... haven't really linked them in any way...
And by the way, before you start bitching at me, "oh why haven't you updated in a long time lol lol", I tried. The internet closed on me!
So, sorry for the short, rubbishy blog. Oh well :>
Laters.
Jimmeh xxxoxox
So here I am, in the centre of normality... which, as you probably know by now, is HELL to keep up with!
I'm trying to think of anything intelligent to say... failing miserably... it's all after preparations of a debate speech for tomorrow. "This house believes that under-21's should not consume alcohol". And I think I have tons of useful, fantastic statistics on the matter... haven't really linked them in any way...
And by the way, before you start bitching at me, "oh why haven't you updated in a long time lol lol", I tried. The internet closed on me!
So, sorry for the short, rubbishy blog. Oh well :>
Laters.
Jimmeh xxxoxox
Saturday, 21 February 2009
Blog of the Change of Seasonness + Abe Simpson rant
Hey peeps.
I'm quite happy today... It's lovely when you walk to the market through Wisbech Park (by day: quite the pleasant area when there aren't youth around... by night: dangerous like the ghetto) and it actually isn't cold! Whatsmore, you can actually smell the blooming flowers!
And for the record, that's not me trying to shield a swear word. If I was, I wouldn't bother. I refer to the gerundio form of the verb "to bloom".
......Because sometimes AS-level languages can tip your vocabulary in English to the point of no-one caring!
With that happily put aside, it has been half term... and I have spent most of it without the internet. Oh well, the withdrawal symptoms luckily haven't set in. However there's so much stuff I need to download.
Legally, thank you very much :P.
Not that you want me to list my iTunes list. That would make one awful blog. But let's just say I'm moving away from my modern rock, and starting to hit on the '90s stuff. Because if there's one thing I absolutely adore, it's nostalgia.
I'm seventeen going on one hundred and seventeen, it seems. Ouch.
I'm quite happy today... It's lovely when you walk to the market through Wisbech Park (by day: quite the pleasant area when there aren't youth around... by night: dangerous like the ghetto) and it actually isn't cold! Whatsmore, you can actually smell the blooming flowers!
And for the record, that's not me trying to shield a swear word. If I was, I wouldn't bother. I refer to the gerundio form of the verb "to bloom".
......Because sometimes AS-level languages can tip your vocabulary in English to the point of no-one caring!
With that happily put aside, it has been half term... and I have spent most of it without the internet. Oh well, the withdrawal symptoms luckily haven't set in. However there's so much stuff I need to download.
Legally, thank you very much :P.
Not that you want me to list my iTunes list. That would make one awful blog. But let's just say I'm moving away from my modern rock, and starting to hit on the '90s stuff. Because if there's one thing I absolutely adore, it's nostalgia.
I'm seventeen going on one hundred and seventeen, it seems. Ouch.
To be honest, I can't think of anything else to write, so I'm just gonna list some things that annoy me. Heck, maybe you'll learn something new about me.
- Those texts/messages that have a really pointless story that usually involves a teenager finding love and then breaking it off, or some scary story about the creepy death of some fictional character. Why? Because what often follows is "Send tihs messsgae 2 evry1 u no!!1!1one!" And to be honest, I HAVE BETTER THINGS TO WASTE MY CREDIT AND TIME ON... like Persona 3: FES... shut up...
- Chick Flicks. They mainly have a really pointless story that usually involves a teenager finding love and then breaking it off, or some scary story about the creepy death of some fictional character. Well, maybe not the latter part of that... but my point still stands.
- People who take the piss out of other people. However much they may or may not deserve it.
- Celebrities who sell their stories to give themselves more money than they already have. However, as much as I hate to admit it, I do agree that Jade Goody's idea of getting money for her children through this isn't too much of a bad idea...
- ...unfortunate for her that I'm adding her to this list. Oops!
- The poetic form of teenage angst. I'm not saying that teenage angst is such a bad thing, because I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel it now and again. However I hate the following:
- Sentences with no purpose with a full stop.
- Sentencesthathavenospacesandafullstop.
- Selling the angst for popularity.
- When people have a completely different alter ego that are ONLY about angst. - Robert Pattinson fans. CHANGE THE SUBJECT!
- The fact that the newest Guitar Hero game features so much emo music. Guitar Hero is the game for people who want to play guitars. And feel cool about it. Kay?
And that sums up my Grandpa Abraham Simpson rant. Who knows, I might make more in the future.
Till then, stay classy San Diego. Jimbob xxxoxoxox
Friday, 6 February 2009
Blog of Laborousnessness
Snow... the white sugary stuff that canes like hell when compacted into... um... compact (for lack of a better word) three-dimensional amoebas that our species lob at others of our species for fun.
Unfortunately I haven't thrown very many this time round. Although I have discovered that the kittens like eating them!
Still, it absolutely sucked yesterday that most of the one day off I could get was spent doing Chemistry homework. Man that was hard. At least it was handed in on time :>
Either way, I'm at the age when snowball fights just aren't really that exciting anymore! Snowman building, however, ROCKS. I didn't do one of them, unfortunately, but I did make handprints in Wisbech Park, just to see if I could hear some people's reactions... I couldn't, but I still found some of them in the ground when I walked in it today :>
That made me smile :)
Chinese food also makes me smile. How can anyone not like Chicken Chow Mein? [except for those vegetarians... they just don't know what they're missing...] And shredded crispy spicy beef. If only that could be abbreviated.
"SCSB". Sounds like a game in which Pikachu can kick the hell out of Super Mario and Princess Zelda... oh wait, that's "SSBB". Oh well.
You may have figured that I'm experimenting with a new writing style tonight. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid I've hit the stage of only checking the blog sites about once every two weeks. Only one of the people I follow frequently updates their blogs. And to be honest, I'm starting to hit that point in my own blog in which I'm actually losing interest in everything I'm writing.
Probably because you all are too! Just as well, really.
How am I? Actually, quite happy :>
Anyway, enough. I'm bored, and several people are MSNing me.
Gotta blast!
Jimbob :>
Unfortunately I haven't thrown very many this time round. Although I have discovered that the kittens like eating them!
Still, it absolutely sucked yesterday that most of the one day off I could get was spent doing Chemistry homework. Man that was hard. At least it was handed in on time :>
Either way, I'm at the age when snowball fights just aren't really that exciting anymore! Snowman building, however, ROCKS. I didn't do one of them, unfortunately, but I did make handprints in Wisbech Park, just to see if I could hear some people's reactions... I couldn't, but I still found some of them in the ground when I walked in it today :>
That made me smile :)
Chinese food also makes me smile. How can anyone not like Chicken Chow Mein? [except for those vegetarians... they just don't know what they're missing...] And shredded crispy spicy beef. If only that could be abbreviated.
"SCSB". Sounds like a game in which Pikachu can kick the hell out of Super Mario and Princess Zelda... oh wait, that's "SSBB". Oh well.
You may have figured that I'm experimenting with a new writing style tonight. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm afraid I've hit the stage of only checking the blog sites about once every two weeks. Only one of the people I follow frequently updates their blogs. And to be honest, I'm starting to hit that point in my own blog in which I'm actually losing interest in everything I'm writing.
Probably because you all are too! Just as well, really.
How am I? Actually, quite happy :>
Anyway, enough. I'm bored, and several people are MSNing me.
Gotta blast!
Jimbob :>
Sunday, 25 January 2009
Blog of "Miss me?"ness
Wow, I really am cutting down on the blogs... don't know if that's a good or bad thing. Then again, I don't know how many people read these. Maybe it's more beneficial to me because nobody's reading the bloody things...
...either way, it helps to clarify my trail of thoughts sometimes. And sometimes it completely screws it up. I dunno.
Anyway, HEY!
So yeah, life, as usual, is pretty good at the minute. Mocks came out so-so (A, B, B, D... yes, ladies and gentlemen, the afro can have its off days :P), I had my first driving test today!!! It was so cool... went from the Walton Road area through Terrington St. Clement BACK to my own house! I mean... that's quite the adrenaline rush for me, considering I didn't go too far above 30mph the whole time...
Whatsmore, its success is marked by the fact that I'm still right here with everything still mobile :)
Anyway, today I'm resolved to myself to actually make a blog out of this. Y'know, not one of those short ones. Woop.
And some thoughts have been occurring to me, what with a change in behaviour I've noticed in some people... do people see me as arrogant? Or very VERY confident of myself? Or alternative state of mind that comes across as unsettling?
Answers on a postcard please. Or over MSN or blog comment. I promise I won't take offence, 'specially because I would very much like to know. Just lay off the heavy insults, please :>
But yes, I just can't help but get the feeling that I'm being hinted at here.
To all of those I've hurt or offended (or alternative), I sincerely apologise.
If it's any consellation, I don't love myself. I have many faults, many of which I wish I could change. And who knows, maybe some of them I can actually change. But is there anything wrong with having a positive outlook on life? I can fully accept that in some cases it may be quite the opposite, and understandably so. Not everyone has "easy" lives (though that said, mine isn't), and I suppose I should be more thankful for having such great opportunities and experiences.
I'm not perfect. If you think I think otherwise, you're seriously wrong.
*sigh* I don't know... am I too overpowering in my happiness?
C'est une enigma pour moi. (Enigma, coincidentally, is my favourite Gladiator. Not that you really needed to know that, but, y'know...)
So yes. Off my chest. Long live the blog. Hallelujah.
Right, so it seems 2009's proving to have gotten off to a better start this year than last. So far so good. Heath and Cathy are growing up to be right characters, and Toulouse and Ayla are starting to go with the new flow now. Good for them :>
And with that, and with a lack of things to say, I'm off!
Adios amigos, laters homes, Charmander char. Diddly.
Jimbob :> xxxx
PS: thanks a LOT to eddy who got bored and put up a non-functioning website in my honour. You rock :P the address: www.jimmehisasexybeast.com . Who'd've thought...
PPS: Yes, I'm aware that the PS very much contradicts the rest of the blog. I suppose if I made the website in my honour it would be a different story... anyway, sorry if you're now getting the idea that I'm a hypocrite.
PPPS: I'll shut up now :> BYE! xxxx
...either way, it helps to clarify my trail of thoughts sometimes. And sometimes it completely screws it up. I dunno.
Anyway, HEY!
So yeah, life, as usual, is pretty good at the minute. Mocks came out so-so (A, B, B, D... yes, ladies and gentlemen, the afro can have its off days :P), I had my first driving test today!!! It was so cool... went from the Walton Road area through Terrington St. Clement BACK to my own house! I mean... that's quite the adrenaline rush for me, considering I didn't go too far above 30mph the whole time...
Whatsmore, its success is marked by the fact that I'm still right here with everything still mobile :)
Anyway, today I'm resolved to myself to actually make a blog out of this. Y'know, not one of those short ones. Woop.
And some thoughts have been occurring to me, what with a change in behaviour I've noticed in some people... do people see me as arrogant? Or very VERY confident of myself? Or alternative state of mind that comes across as unsettling?
Answers on a postcard please. Or over MSN or blog comment. I promise I won't take offence, 'specially because I would very much like to know. Just lay off the heavy insults, please :>
But yes, I just can't help but get the feeling that I'm being hinted at here.
To all of those I've hurt or offended (or alternative), I sincerely apologise.
If it's any consellation, I don't love myself. I have many faults, many of which I wish I could change. And who knows, maybe some of them I can actually change. But is there anything wrong with having a positive outlook on life? I can fully accept that in some cases it may be quite the opposite, and understandably so. Not everyone has "easy" lives (though that said, mine isn't), and I suppose I should be more thankful for having such great opportunities and experiences.
I'm not perfect. If you think I think otherwise, you're seriously wrong.
*sigh* I don't know... am I too overpowering in my happiness?
C'est une enigma pour moi. (Enigma, coincidentally, is my favourite Gladiator. Not that you really needed to know that, but, y'know...)
So yes. Off my chest. Long live the blog. Hallelujah.
Right, so it seems 2009's proving to have gotten off to a better start this year than last. So far so good. Heath and Cathy are growing up to be right characters, and Toulouse and Ayla are starting to go with the new flow now. Good for them :>
And with that, and with a lack of things to say, I'm off!
Adios amigos, laters homes, Charmander char. Diddly.
Jimbob :> xxxx
PS: thanks a LOT to eddy who got bored and put up a non-functioning website in my honour. You rock :P the address: www.jimmehisasexybeast.com . Who'd've thought...
PPS: Yes, I'm aware that the PS very much contradicts the rest of the blog. I suppose if I made the website in my honour it would be a different story... anyway, sorry if you're now getting the idea that I'm a hypocrite.
PPPS: I'll shut up now :> BYE! xxxx
Thursday, 15 January 2009
Blog of Mellow-like-a-marsh-ness
Hey people!
So here I am! You may have noticed that lately I haven't been on "Teh Interwebz" as often as normal... that is because I've kinda gotten myself obsessed with the good ol' PS2 again XD. Oh well!
To be honest, I'm nice and calm at the moment - we had exams at school, they're over, and whatever happens from there happens (from there) :>.
So what have I been up to lately? Had a physics lecture on Tuesday ("Let's physicise!"), and.... uhrm... not much else!
STUNNING!
I'm sorry, I haven't posted a long, juicy, "twelve inch meat feast"-styled blog for a good while now... when I get the time and the willpower, I shall.
Shout-outs to Rose, who was DARLING enough (and hyper enough... minor detail!) to create a whole song about me... based on an Abba classic! Love to Zack (Rose's lizard) and, of course, I'm still waiting for you to show me Boobs! (yes, Boobs is a nickname for one of her--- actually, I won't explain it. I think the teenage male explanation is easier to fathom....yes.)
Love to all!
Jimbob XD xxx
So here I am! You may have noticed that lately I haven't been on "Teh Interwebz" as often as normal... that is because I've kinda gotten myself obsessed with the good ol' PS2 again XD. Oh well!
To be honest, I'm nice and calm at the moment - we had exams at school, they're over, and whatever happens from there happens (from there) :>.
So what have I been up to lately? Had a physics lecture on Tuesday ("Let's physicise!"), and.... uhrm... not much else!
STUNNING!
I'm sorry, I haven't posted a long, juicy, "twelve inch meat feast"-styled blog for a good while now... when I get the time and the willpower, I shall.
Shout-outs to Rose, who was DARLING enough (and hyper enough... minor detail!) to create a whole song about me... based on an Abba classic! Love to Zack (Rose's lizard) and, of course, I'm still waiting for you to show me Boobs! (yes, Boobs is a nickname for one of her--- actually, I won't explain it. I think the teenage male explanation is easier to fathom....yes.)
Love to all!
Jimbob XD xxx
Saturday, 3 January 2009
Blog of Newness
HEY peeps :>
Well, here we are again... only this time, it's a completely different timeframe; from the murky depths of 2008 (year of the nutritionally-challenged Credit Crunch and others) to the present day... ladies and gentlemen, it is the Year of the *muffled sound of unknowingness* and stuff's gonna change :>
How? P-huh... how should I know? I can't read the future!
So, whether this year's gonna be a positive turnaround, or a complete and utter bad time, we can only imagine.
Of course, if you're looking to the future with dread and fear, "you ain't got much hope have ya?" (taken from a very funny book, "F In Exams", which shows all the funny answers to normal exam questions :>)
Anyway, I'm pretty damn tired, it's a late blog and my MSN isn't working tonight for some reason (normally you click on the link, it comes on, yippee-kye-ay... only this time you click on the link, you see the typical Windows XP egg-timer thing for a millisecond and it turns back into the typical arrow... and yes, I do think that restarting would help, only I'm defragging... and I haven't done that in a few months now.)
OH! ANECDOTE! I also emptied my recycle bin... 1.5 Gigabytes. So today's lesson, kids: empty your recycle bins now and again!
...Wow, what better way to start the cyberyear with a short, crappy blog.
Apologies(TM).
Anyway, goodnight!
Happy new year to you all!
Jimbob xxxxxx
Well, here we are again... only this time, it's a completely different timeframe; from the murky depths of 2008 (year of the nutritionally-challenged Credit Crunch and others) to the present day... ladies and gentlemen, it is the Year of the *muffled sound of unknowingness* and stuff's gonna change :>
How? P-huh... how should I know? I can't read the future!
So, whether this year's gonna be a positive turnaround, or a complete and utter bad time, we can only imagine.
Of course, if you're looking to the future with dread and fear, "you ain't got much hope have ya?" (taken from a very funny book, "F In Exams", which shows all the funny answers to normal exam questions :>)
Anyway, I'm pretty damn tired, it's a late blog and my MSN isn't working tonight for some reason (normally you click on the link, it comes on, yippee-kye-ay... only this time you click on the link, you see the typical Windows XP egg-timer thing for a millisecond and it turns back into the typical arrow... and yes, I do think that restarting would help, only I'm defragging... and I haven't done that in a few months now.)
OH! ANECDOTE! I also emptied my recycle bin... 1.5 Gigabytes. So today's lesson, kids: empty your recycle bins now and again!
...Wow, what better way to start the cyberyear with a short, crappy blog.
Apologies(TM).
Anyway, goodnight!
Happy new year to you all!
Jimbob xxxxxx
Tuesday, 30 December 2008
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
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
Friday, 26 December 2008
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
...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
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