Blog of More Jimbobaliciousness

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

Blog of Jimbobaliciousness

Good evening, folks!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*ESCAPES*

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

Blog of Temporary Restness

Hello!

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Bitches >:@

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

Ness of Disorientatedblog

Evening.

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

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

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

...Breathing. Man, I hate that.

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

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

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

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


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

Bye!!! bobmiJ

Blog of Septemberness

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ONE-NIL, Spaniards.

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

Unintentional innuendos? Fair do's. One all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blog of Sundayness

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

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

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

What?! The auditions are legendary!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

Ciao. Jimbob XD

Bl o 1/2ne

Hey people! Short one today.

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

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

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

Well, that was it. Goodnight! Jimbob x