Oh, oh, oh? It's another blog from me.

I always seem to find that when I come to actually write something on here, I forget what I wanted to talk about. So, I think I'll just quickly summarise my recent eventful moments until I remember something, worth while.

My half term turned out to be rather mediocre, with only a few moments of fun stuff happening. On the Tuesday afternoon of h/t, I had some guys over for what we call "Domino's Night". We order pizzas from domino's, we eat the pizzas, we do something manly and then they go home. This is our get together thing, we've done it several times since May of 2009, when we didn't want to go to a huuuuuge party in a nearby village that would definitely have drunken sex, drugs and bad music to celebrate the end of our GCSE tenure. We decided to have a sort of picnic on the grounds of another village's village hall where, on a Friday, a youth club takes place. We all had a really good time so, every now and then since that Friday in last year's May, we've had get togethers to have pizza and just chill to some music and do "manly" things. It's also nice to have such a thing with a tight circle of friends.

The manly things, if you're wondering what they are, would be playing xbox, drinking a few beers or some other man-beverage, and maybe a bit of pool or snooker. So far, there has been 5 of these domino's nights.

Other than that in my half term, the only other eventful thing that happened was meeting up with my good friend, yet druggy, sex addict and smoker, Will. I wouldn't say that Will and I are emotionally connected, but we have a good understanding of each other and there is no conflict between us. He's like my bit on the side, because we can do things to each other without feeling guilty. I have realised that this sounds very much like sex, but I assure you it isn't.

Anyway. I returned back to college, and resumed the repetitive routines that I have for each day. I'm not saying I don't enjoy it though; the Mario Kart DS races I have with my friends just makes it all go that much faster for me. Judge me all you want about bringing in a game console to amuse myself, but, I probably have more fun than the rest of the 1000+ students in my college.

Yeah. I can't remember anything significant to mention, so I'll leave it there.

Have a nice weekend!

Toodles xx

Saturdays.

It's the end of the first half of term at college after the winter break; I'm tired, I'm bored, I'm dressed as an alcoholic and I'm ill.

It has become a regular thing for me in recent years to be ill on the first few days of a holiday break. There is no surprise from me therefore that it's the case again for this holiday, which celebrates valentines, Gromit's birthday and the Winter Olympics. My illness isn't that bad, I can still breath when my torso is upright, I can still taste food etc. but I can't stop coughing, my head feels like it's gonna explode and I can't sleep well because of my throat closing up when I lie down. That's my tired and illness explained.

On to the next topic. Why I'm dressed as an alcoholic.

Let me first describe HOW I'm dressed as one, I'm wearing socks 'nd slippers, a pair of trackies called Georgia, a monsterz of rock t-shirt (sesame street) and my Reel Big Fish hoody. My hood is up, and I'm wearing some badass sun glasses. This is all topped off with the possession of some oh-so alcoholic shandy. This was all done to try and do something in my boredom. You can bet I have failed terribly in my attempt to be an alcoholic.

This blog post was also an attempt to pass the time, but I have now become bored in typing about myself, this being sick lark is really taking its toll on me.

I'll type about me more when I am better.

Toodles xx

Sundays

Sunday has long been regarded as 'the day of rest' by Christians. I completely agree on atheist grounds that it should be as well. There are however the silly little factors that the wife has to continue feeding the family, but on a much larger scale with a 'Sunday Roast' to celebrate this day where we 'rest'. I enjoy roasts, really I do. But, if it contradicts with what the day is designed to be, then surely we should just not bother?

This leads me to talk about my lazy Sundays.

My Sundays involve waking at a leisurely time of 9:30-11:30, going for a wash, retreat to my room for a while to get dressed into a pair of trackies and a comfortable hoody then proceed downstairs to make myself a Mocha. The rest of the day, if I have successfully managed to do my college work on Saturday, is mine to make do with how I want. This usually involves just playing computer games (Assassin's Creed, Pes 10, Guitar Hero 3 etc.), playing the piano, a few games of pool with my granddad if the snooker table is out and Facebook.

By now, most people have been exclaiming that they have a new facebook layout and it's not that great. I got this new layout late on Thursday night, and I did not hear of anyone else having this new layout scheme, which makes me feel strongly that I was the first to get this new layout. I can also honestly say, I like it. It goes with the theme of my internet browser, it is more vista/ windows 7 themed than before and just looks simpler to use than previously.

My only annoyance about facebook though is they made my profile be 'down for maintenance' for the entire Friday. For a guy who spends a great amount of his day on facebook, this was really quite an undesirable outcome. I tried doing other things to keep myself amused  but with no avail. Facebook has officially become to important for me.

At this point in the blog, I would like to point out that I do have a social life, that isn't organised over facebook, I just enjoy leaving the status updates that I leave. Of course, twitter would be better for this, but most of my friends are on facebook and they are my desired audience as they know what I'm like in the first place. It's like an inside joke but more personal.

I actually didn't join facebook till late June of '09. Before this turning point, I thought facebook as a lame website like bebo (which I do not have) or myspace (also do not have), and naturally I hadn't signed up. It was because of my ex girlfriend that I joined in fact, as she thought I was missing out on all the action (I still do miss out on most of the action, the difference is that now I can see what I'm missing when my friends upload the pictures). I joined, I left a status update. I was hooked from there on. It was then to my dismay that when I was in China, and had internet access, I couldn't get onto facebook - even when using a proxy. At least I was able to send the many emails I had written to my ex that I couldn't have done without the internet.

Anyway, that was my tale of my experiences of facebook and my Sunday.

But I would like to leave you all with a little something before my next blog, cause I'm nice that way and I want to promote my videos on Youtube even more. Oh yeah, by the way, I'm also on Youtube. Here's a video of mine:



Watch it, rate it, subscribe if you can. I don't upload as often as I used to, and I have removed a number of the videos that I had uploaded because I thought I could do better, then never got round to doing the better ones.

Anyway, this time, I am really finishing my blog, of this time round.

Toodles! xx

This is what I do when I have nada for History essays.

So, Sven has gone back home. Having been here for two weeks, although a short time to learn English, he succeeded in improving my career in my Pes10 account. He constantly made the same mistakes, found that he had less English than I do French, which is very little, and couldn't have possibly have been able to get by on if he went out on his own. 

But, that's no longer my problem anymore. Unless his family invite me to go and stay at theirs during the summer. Eurgh. 

Lunch time at college is very simple. At the end of the period before lunch, I head to the main building, go down the corridor in the direction of the canteen, take a left before though and find myself in the internet cafe. No. I do not spend my time on a computer. I grab a table and several chairs in order to play cards with my college buddies. We play very simple games, most of the time. 21, Cheat, Shithead... but, one game, that I introduced, has taken the guys by storm. It's called penetration  and by damn is it fun. I'll try and explain the game. I'll do it in bullet points I think.

• The dealer deals out all the cards to all the players, face down. 
• Person to the left of the dealer lays down a card, face up, declaring it "Ace". 
• The person after, then lays down a card, again face up (always face up) and declares it "2"
• This continues around the players, going 3, 4, Smurf, 6, Snap, 8, 9, 9, Jack, King, Queen, Ace... 
• No, I haven't made any mistakes in my card number listings. You've just been wrong in how the number system has worked most of your conscious life. 

Now the complicated part.

• If the player who lays down the same card he/she declares, then everyone slams the pack, as in the simplistic game snap,  the person who is clearly the one who has his/her hand on top of all the other hands, has to pick up the cards that are on the table.
• If, however, this player is joint on top with another player, they have 3 seconds to penetrate into the pile of hands. Be warned, fingernails break and claw.
• Another way to get a slam, is if you lay the same card as the previous player. 

Extra complexity

• When a player runs out of cards, he/she is not out. When the declaration of the card comes to him/her, he continues to declare, but: his declaration is invisible. This allows two things to happen:
• 1) If the card on top (laid by the person before the player without cards) is the same as the card number the player with the 'invisible' cards, then you slam.
• 2) If the 'invisible' card isn't the same as the card on the table, everyone ignores it. Therefore, if the person who next plays down a card that is the same as the card as on the table/ the same card number as the card declared, you can slam the cards on the table.

If you have successfully followed the rules so far, here are some extra snippets of how one can foul in the game:

• If you slam the cards when it isn't slam-able, pick em' up.
• If you take a go out of hand, such as forgetting that some guy is on 'invisibles'
• You wrongly say which card you're declaring, eg 5 (whatever that is) instead of Smurf, or 7 instead of Snap. 
• Getting the king and queen order mixed up.

One final note, any 10 laid down, burns the pack. And the player who laid the 10, starts again with Ace. 

Full credit goes to Dan Carne, a best bud, for creating this game. 

For all you peeps reading this. Play it with people who enjoy moshing. That's all I can really compare the painful slams to. 

Until next time, 

Toodles xx