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 :)
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
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
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