Hello, blogger, my old friend

This Christmas was not the best... Which makes me think it was probably the worst, since it's the only one I can remember that I haven't considered the "best" in the following day or two. Depressing.
Don't get me wrong, I got some amazing things... But Christmas isn't about receiving (no, I'm serious).
Ahh I didn't get as excited about buying people awesome gifts as I usually do. I didn't see my extended family much, and I've drifted from my close family in times of late. Same goes for some good friends, though not all. Had a good time with Matt n Tom watching Akira while high. And I did get to spend a lot of Christmas day with Alissa, which was doubleplusgood. She also got me some spot-on things.
I'm feeling somewhat blue, now. Probably a result of the below-average Christmas... Work today got me right down. And... Ohh...
Downloaded music a-plenty. Tom Waits, et al.
I don't know what I want to do... I feel very much like a loose end...

My room is loud.

Yet again I start bitching about how much I fucking hate everything.

I don't even know what fucking point saying it has anymore. Fucking sick of everything. I'm not sure what the point in living a life is when someone fucks you over at every possible turn. Cars broken into, mugged and beaten up numerous times, hurt emotionally, and now card fraud. £1,274 stolen from me. Fuck it. What the fuck is the point in anything.

Merry fucking Christmas, everyone.

A satisfied yawn

I sort of want to go to bed, just so I can feel well snug and know that I'm going to get about ten hours sleep. I fucking love feeling snug. "Snug" is probably one of my favourite words, too, but I feel like a spack saying it, so I don't say it often (but when I do, I enjoy it).
Haven't posted on here for a week or so, I've been sucked into FaceBook. Everyone else have abandoned Blogger. Not me, though, I love this thing. I almost put "blogging" in my activities section, but Matt said he wouldn't be friends with me anymore if I did.
I am excited about Wednesday, because I'm going to buy a new coat. A real coat, proper smart one. I'm even more excited about Christmas, even if my dad is sort of spoiling it. I don't really want to go into it, but he's turned into such an old git lately. I've also been playing City of Heroes again, partly because I realised I've been paying for it all this time I haven't been using it, so I feel I should make the most of it now.
Drove to Brighton to see Tenacious D last night, fucking amazing. I'll upload some pictures sometime.
Come to Ben Crouch tomorrow night (Tuesday 19th).
I want some new music. I grow tired of listening to the same old bands. Not that I do, really, but I'm in the mood for something I've never heard before. Preferably mellow stuff, maybe with a hint of sadness. Mmm, Sufjan Stevens. I love this one song, the rest of the album is also quite good. Bright Eyes also rule. I want something like that... Hmm...
This is freaking weird:


Alissa, I have your toothbrush.

Greg:

That general thing is pretty much the reason I don't have one of them there last fm play count doo-hickeys.
xxxxx

I tried to post that as a comment to your blog numerous times, but since you seem to have switched to the new blogger, everything is fucking up. This proves my point that when something is shoved in your face, it probably isn't beneficial to you.

Aaahhhrrrggg

I'm on the late shift at work: sure, a lie in sounds appealing at the time, but the last two hours drag on so fucking slowly. Once again I'm reminded how much I hate it here. I keep thinking of how awesome the amount of money I'm making is and how much I'll appreciate it next summer... But is it worth it? I'm seriously not enjoying this at all, and I know work isn't supposed to be enjoyed, but it's doing my head in.
Cycling is pretty demanding, too, I think I'm gonna get the train in tomorrow. I guess I'll have to ease myself into it...
I'm going to look for another job over Christmas, and this time I mean really look. I've been keeping my eye open the whole time and handing in the odd CV, but I think I'm going to be a bit more pro-active now.
I'd rather be anywhere but here right now. And what is up with this weekend taking so long to arrive???

Still got a whole hour to go, AAAAAHHHHHHH!

Spiderman is awesome

I refuse to switch to the new version of blogger simply because it is being shoved in my face so much. Every time I try to log on, the adverts get more and more abrasive. I don't want a Google account, either, Google is a search engine and nothing more, dammit.
Having a crap week. Biking is alright, but I forgot that Greenwich park closes at 6pm in winter. It's not that much of a big deal, but it adds five minutes to my journey home.
Another reason this week is crap is because I cannot WAIT for it to be over, so it feels like the days are passing extra slow. I had a day off Monday and it still feels like the weekend was ages ago.
Parents are pissing me off, but what's new there? I must also admit that I'm being a prick to them, but that's just because I can't be bothered to make the effort anymore. They don't make any effort to be nice to me unless I'm nice to them first, and they are supposed to be the mature ones. I don't like respecting people just because they are older. If anything, people should respect their youngers (which probably isn't a word) because we are the ones who are going to be in a position of power when they are dying. Damn thats harsh, and I don't mean to sound so extreme, but I'd rather have mutual respect than be forced to respect someone because they have been alive for longer. I don't care that much, but when I start ranting...
I'm REALLY looking forward to seeing Alissa, it's silly. I sicken myself at times. But WOO less than three days!
I saw this today:







I like it because I feel the same way quite often.
Christmas is almost here, I'm dreading the amount I'm working around Christmas. I still fucking hate this job more than any other period in my life so far. I would REALLY like to find a new job, but it ain't easy. I just want this year to be over SO BADLY. A third down, I guess (fuck off am I keeping this job when everyone's finished their first year at Uni). Although I s'pose the money factor is going to make next year so much easier, and I'll have quite a bit of money to have fun with in the summer, whether it be numerous holidays, a new computer, or just a shitload of drugs, I'm sure I'll enjoy it. Perhaps some combination of the three could work...
I'm quite impatient, as you may well know, and waiting for June to come is like fucking Chinese water torture for me.
There's a client of the company I work for who's name is Ching Ching Cheung. There's loads of them with amazing names, actually. Some guy's first name is Ashit. There's also someone called Gaye Whale, Wai Wah Cheung (possibly related to Ching Ching Cheung - I just wanted to say the name again, hahaha, I think his parents may have been taking the piss) and people called Welcome and Memory. Pretty much the only good part of the job is laughing at all the dickheads' names.

The silence is deafening.

CONTROL

Friday night I went to TGIs with people from work. It was interesting, to say the least. People are convinced that several "straight" men at the office fancy me. At one point, one very drunk guy grabbed my head and planted a massive wet kiss right on my lips. No tongue, but it went on for a little while. I was shocked and appalled at first, but then found it hilarious because, once sobered up, he will be way more upset than me. Closet gays, gotta love 'em. The meal was fucking delicious, but I failed to eat my huge burger in under 3 minutes, thus losing out on a fiver. Dang. NEXT TIME!
Then Saturday I picked up Simon, and after a surprisingly short journey we were "blazing" in Nicky's flat. I kept going on about how there is no way to talk about drugs in a "cool" manner. Then again, most things that come out of my mouth are sarcastic, so I'm not too bothered. Nicky's Uni friends are nice, a couple are a little iffy, but they are a nice bunch of people for the most part. I had never met a Uni student who has Parma ham and Parmesan cheese flown in especially from Italy until last weekend.
It was cool to see Nicky again after so long, but also Simon. I haven't seen him for about the same amount of time as Nicky and he only lives a 20 minute drive away.
I biked into London today; got a little lost, but made it to work in about an hour, which I think is a decent first-time time. Then I went to Euston and on to Matt's, where I got KFC and he bunked the second half of his allegedly boring lecture. Watched some Scrubs and Blackbooks. Pretty funny, I was just glad to have somewhere to sit/lay down before beginning my arduous journey home; this time I had to go UP the hill in Greenwich park, and it was dark, windy and raining. I actually enjoyed riding my bike for about four hours today, though. I'm apparently in pretty good shape already to have been able to accomplish such a journey with hardly any prior cycling experience (save for when I was about ten), so go me. Gonna get the train tomorrow because I'm going for ANOTHER (urgh) work meal after, but Wednesday is when my cycling to and from work begins.
I thought I'd be glad to be home, and I s'pose I am, but I'm pretty bored now... Ho hum.

Remix albums are usually much better than their standard counterparts.