Well just been tidying my room... whilst singing along to my new Alphabeat album! Good times good times. I always find it interesting the things you find under your bed when your tidying your night chambers, (lol "night chambers" thought it sounded posh). Under my bed I found several pens, a £2 coin, a empty condom packet, and a odd sock which doesn't belong to me. How classy lol. Least when you get to this age your mum doesn't tidy your room anymore... otherwise she'd have the vicar round to bless the house from the sins committed in my bedroom. Anyway I'll stop blabbering on before I tell you something you don't wanna hear.
O btw I've decided to delete my Video blog entry. Lets face it. It was shite! I thought it would do if I made a few others... but I never can be bothered, so it's been removed!
My hairdressing course starts on Friday... I have to go in for a 2 hour induction... I'll get my timetable etc. I'm really excited... and a bit nervous...
Hopefully I'll make friends with a young mum... O come on! Ano I sound superficial! But lets face it half of you are only friends with my because I'm the "gay friend". But a friend with a baby... now that would be something cool I could brag about. Especially if they where black... I could become part of the ghetto!
Oooooooow I'm excited now.
x
Wednesday 27 August 2008
Thursday 21 August 2008
A decent Night sleep!
Last night I was able to sleep in my own bed.
There was no moth to be seen.
Without sounding a bit OTT but that moth has ruined my life these past few days. As a result of not having a decent night sleep I've felt like shit... all because of that little bastard!
I'm feeling confident the moth has now moved on... whether its to another room/house or if the little fucker actually realised its life was pointless and shit so decided to commit suicide. Nevertheless my trusty Wasp & Fly KILLER (I love the capitalisation on KILLER, makes the negative lexis stand out and sound more dangerous!) by my bed incase it shows its ugly little face again.
Anyway now that chapters over... another one begins. I'm now a offical trainee hairdresser. I'm on my college course!!!!!!! Me and a bunch of chavvy girls, whoop whoop!
I feel so much better to know next year my future career is hopefully on its way.
I couldn't have gone to Uni this year. I just didn't have my heart set of it. I also couldn't be bothered just getting a job. It just wasn't for me.
I'll keep looking for a apprenticeship but at least now I can say I've got some experience behind me.
Karen, Toni, Vicky and Kyle are all off to Leeds tomorrow. I'm so jealous. Wish I was going. I'm sure they'll have a blast!
xxx
There was no moth to be seen.
Without sounding a bit OTT but that moth has ruined my life these past few days. As a result of not having a decent night sleep I've felt like shit... all because of that little bastard!
I'm feeling confident the moth has now moved on... whether its to another room/house or if the little fucker actually realised its life was pointless and shit so decided to commit suicide. Nevertheless my trusty Wasp & Fly KILLER (I love the capitalisation on KILLER, makes the negative lexis stand out and sound more dangerous!) by my bed incase it shows its ugly little face again.
Anyway now that chapters over... another one begins. I'm now a offical trainee hairdresser. I'm on my college course!!!!!!! Me and a bunch of chavvy girls, whoop whoop!
I feel so much better to know next year my future career is hopefully on its way.
I couldn't have gone to Uni this year. I just didn't have my heart set of it. I also couldn't be bothered just getting a job. It just wasn't for me.
I'll keep looking for a apprenticeship but at least now I can say I've got some experience behind me.
Karen, Toni, Vicky and Kyle are all off to Leeds tomorrow. I'm so jealous. Wish I was going. I'm sure they'll have a blast!
xxx
Wednesday 20 August 2008
Lastest on the Moth Situation
Well for the second night in a row I spent it in my sisters bed.
Thank god she's away so there was a spare bed. Otherwise I'd be sleeping downstairs.
Tonight I'm determined to spend the night in my room. I'm ready with my fly killer so if the little fucker shows itself... it'll regret the day it wondered into The Original Mark... WTF's room.
Well not much to say tonight. Work was a bit crappy, pub was nice. Enough said really.
I'm enrolling at college tomorrow... after work in the morning. So looks like it'll be back to college for me! Whoop whoop!
xxx
Thank god she's away so there was a spare bed. Otherwise I'd be sleeping downstairs.
Tonight I'm determined to spend the night in my room. I'm ready with my fly killer so if the little fucker shows itself... it'll regret the day it wondered into The Original Mark... WTF's room.
Well not much to say tonight. Work was a bit crappy, pub was nice. Enough said really.
I'm enrolling at college tomorrow... after work in the morning. So looks like it'll be back to college for me! Whoop whoop!
xxx
Monday 18 August 2008
OMG A KILLER BAT HAS FLOWN INTO MY ROOM!
Well by killer bat I mean a moth!
I've just woke my dad up to try and save me from the bastard but it must be a clever moth since when my dad came to the rescue.... it disappeared!
I hate moths. Why where they created? To piss me off! Thats why! They're annoying, ugly, little bastards that do fuck all for society. A bit like Jermey Kyle. They should all die! No one would miss them.
Now butterflies I like. They're more graceful and interesting to look at. Moths aren't!
*Btw the little fucker has just reappeared, now its hiding behind my bed. It also flew into my Marilyn Monroe canvas. This means war*
If it comes near me... its dead! Screw all things bright and beautiful... all creatures great and small... That thing is now bright and beautiful. Its a little (insert taboo language)!!!!!!!!!!
WHY IS IT DOING THIS TO ME? WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?
Its knows I'm scared shitless of it! This is torture! Its going to die! Seriously! I'm giving it 2 minutes to get out my room! If its not out by 23.40 its toast... its history... or at least a bloody mess on the back of my ASDA smart price refillable note pad!
I'm minute left to go!
I feel like I'm ready to walk into no-mans-land.
Right its time
The little bastard is going to die!
23.44
Attempt 1. Mission failed. Moth hiding behind bed still. Tried killing enemy with a sock on the end of a pole. Failed. Moth now started to crawl under bed. Must move bed.
23.48
Moth now in sight. I believe it's still mocking me. Going to try attempt 2. Same method. Sock on pole.
23.53
Hit moth with sock on the end of pole. Had its back to me. Was able to sneak up from behind! Not sure if creature is dead. No sign of corpse. Only a weird dust stain on carpet. Must investigate if moth is really dead.
23.56
Moth is offically dead! Mission complete!
Thank god for that!
I can go to bed now
Night
x
x
x
No wait!
Its not dead!
Its sat on my pillow!
00.09
Moth now trapped under a beaker! Do i set it free! I feel bad now! I can't kill it when its got no means of escape! Thats inhumane! Right I'll set it free!
00.13
Moth set free. If it dies in the rain. Tough shit! Not my problem!
Now I can deffo go to bed!
x
I've just woke my dad up to try and save me from the bastard but it must be a clever moth since when my dad came to the rescue.... it disappeared!
I hate moths. Why where they created? To piss me off! Thats why! They're annoying, ugly, little bastards that do fuck all for society. A bit like Jermey Kyle. They should all die! No one would miss them.
Now butterflies I like. They're more graceful and interesting to look at. Moths aren't!
*Btw the little fucker has just reappeared, now its hiding behind my bed. It also flew into my Marilyn Monroe canvas. This means war*
If it comes near me... its dead! Screw all things bright and beautiful... all creatures great and small... That thing is now bright and beautiful. Its a little (insert taboo language)!!!!!!!!!!
WHY IS IT DOING THIS TO ME? WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?
Its knows I'm scared shitless of it! This is torture! Its going to die! Seriously! I'm giving it 2 minutes to get out my room! If its not out by 23.40 its toast... its history... or at least a bloody mess on the back of my ASDA smart price refillable note pad!
I'm minute left to go!
I feel like I'm ready to walk into no-mans-land.
Right its time
The little bastard is going to die!
23.44
Attempt 1. Mission failed. Moth hiding behind bed still. Tried killing enemy with a sock on the end of a pole. Failed. Moth now started to crawl under bed. Must move bed.
23.48
Moth now in sight. I believe it's still mocking me. Going to try attempt 2. Same method. Sock on pole.
23.53
Hit moth with sock on the end of pole. Had its back to me. Was able to sneak up from behind! Not sure if creature is dead. No sign of corpse. Only a weird dust stain on carpet. Must investigate if moth is really dead.
23.56
Moth is offically dead! Mission complete!
Thank god for that!
I can go to bed now
Night
x
x
x
No wait!
Its not dead!
Its sat on my pillow!
00.09
Moth now trapped under a beaker! Do i set it free! I feel bad now! I can't kill it when its got no means of escape! Thats inhumane! Right I'll set it free!
00.13
Moth set free. If it dies in the rain. Tough shit! Not my problem!
Now I can deffo go to bed!
x
Saturday 16 August 2008
The Nights Out
Well Thursday was amazing! The foam party at Liquid I have to say, for me, was one of the best nights out I've ever had. It was weird talking to people and thinking soon they would be off to Uni and I'd never see them again. I'm kinda getting fed up of the whole "What did you get?" question which you just seem to say automatically now, the moment you see someone you reconise.
And there's so many times you can say to someone "Least you past" without it being patronising!
Anyway after Thursday night being such a awesum night out last night seemed a bit of a let down. When to Rach Collins 18th, had a bit of a boogie. LOL... I'm sure I'm the gay guy that dances at 18ths. The gay one which all the relatives don't mind but hope their son won't end up that way. LOL!
Anyway the taxi ride to Wigan was probably the hightlight of the evening. As a matter of fact it was probably on par with Thursday night. We were all sat there, talking about how to get Nat and Becky's younger sister's into Lux when a small LCD sceen came down from the ceiling and Cascada started placing. Then to top it all of some random disco lights came on! Best £2 I've ever spent on a taxi.
Anyway when we got to Wigan it was a bit shit.
So I got the 2 o'clock night bus home.
The night bus makes me laugh. You see guys getting on with some drunk slapper with her knickers up her crack and a pizza in her hand... classy bird. And in the back of your mine you think god he's gunna get some tonight... and she'll regret it in the morning. But being a gentleman he pays the whole £2 bus fair for her. Bless. And on the ride home their's always a old man you end up shout "shout up" to because he's sat at the back of the bus, alone, either singing some football chant, or talking about how the pigs took his beer off him.
O but the best people on the night bus are the sober asian students... You can tell they've got off at Wigan Northwestern, from Preston or something, and thought o there's a bus on tonight I'll get that home... saves getting a taxi... saves a bit of money... god Yoko your a genius! But the moment they step on the bus with their rucksack which is almost the size of them and a small red suitcase, their faces drop. BUT THEY'VE PAID! They can't get off the bus now! So they sit at the front holding onto their belongings for dear life. Bless them. They make me smile. And usually whilst this is happening the slapper with the pizza has usually thrown up down herself past out with legs wide open and fanny hanging out.
God its good to say your from Wigan!
Good times
x
And there's so many times you can say to someone "Least you past" without it being patronising!
Anyway after Thursday night being such a awesum night out last night seemed a bit of a let down. When to Rach Collins 18th, had a bit of a boogie. LOL... I'm sure I'm the gay guy that dances at 18ths. The gay one which all the relatives don't mind but hope their son won't end up that way. LOL!
Anyway the taxi ride to Wigan was probably the hightlight of the evening. As a matter of fact it was probably on par with Thursday night. We were all sat there, talking about how to get Nat and Becky's younger sister's into Lux when a small LCD sceen came down from the ceiling and Cascada started placing. Then to top it all of some random disco lights came on! Best £2 I've ever spent on a taxi.
Anyway when we got to Wigan it was a bit shit.
So I got the 2 o'clock night bus home.
The night bus makes me laugh. You see guys getting on with some drunk slapper with her knickers up her crack and a pizza in her hand... classy bird. And in the back of your mine you think god he's gunna get some tonight... and she'll regret it in the morning. But being a gentleman he pays the whole £2 bus fair for her. Bless. And on the ride home their's always a old man you end up shout "shout up" to because he's sat at the back of the bus, alone, either singing some football chant, or talking about how the pigs took his beer off him.
O but the best people on the night bus are the sober asian students... You can tell they've got off at Wigan Northwestern, from Preston or something, and thought o there's a bus on tonight I'll get that home... saves getting a taxi... saves a bit of money... god Yoko your a genius! But the moment they step on the bus with their rucksack which is almost the size of them and a small red suitcase, their faces drop. BUT THEY'VE PAID! They can't get off the bus now! So they sit at the front holding onto their belongings for dear life. Bless them. They make me smile. And usually whilst this is happening the slapper with the pizza has usually thrown up down herself past out with legs wide open and fanny hanging out.
God its good to say your from Wigan!
Good times
x
Thursday 14 August 2008
Living it Large in Liquid!
Today could have gone either way! It could have turned out to be one of those days where you have a perminate smile on your face or a day where every second you feel like you could cry. Fortunately it turned out to be a brilliant day.
Firstly my results. B in English C in Art and C in Photography! Whoop whoop! Pretty average grades some may think but to me they're better then an A.
The woman who gave me my results was nice. She gave me a strawberry lolly pop for doing well. She said it was because I "deserved it" from all the hard work I'd put in. But when leaving the room I realised everyone had a lolly pop. But still it made me feel special. She made me laugh because she was trying to explain which letters on my cerficiates where my grades but I kept interrputing her. I think it was because I was a wee nervous.
Can't wait for tonight. I'm hopefully going to Live it Large in Liquid. I love Liquid! It seems abit chavvy when you think about it but at the end of the day (LOL private joke) I think it seems quite classy. I'm meeting my fellow students in the Tudor. The Tudor is a place which feels like a place Amy Winehouse would hang out in. It's a place all the young trendy people go. A place where you feel like a somebody... rather then a nobody.
I feel awful about one thing though. I was going to text my friend Danny to ask how he did but when I went to send him a text I deleted his number instead of pressing back. So let me take a moment to say Danny if your reading this I hope you got the grades you wanted.
Many congrats to everyone great and small on getting their grades. I surpose its a achievement in itself to last two years of college, instead of leaving to work in a pie shop... I wonder who that could be.
I'm off to put on my best frock on and dancing shoes for a night on the town! Whoop whoop.
x
Firstly my results. B in English C in Art and C in Photography! Whoop whoop! Pretty average grades some may think but to me they're better then an A.
The woman who gave me my results was nice. She gave me a strawberry lolly pop for doing well. She said it was because I "deserved it" from all the hard work I'd put in. But when leaving the room I realised everyone had a lolly pop. But still it made me feel special. She made me laugh because she was trying to explain which letters on my cerficiates where my grades but I kept interrputing her. I think it was because I was a wee nervous.
Can't wait for tonight. I'm hopefully going to Live it Large in Liquid. I love Liquid! It seems abit chavvy when you think about it but at the end of the day (LOL private joke) I think it seems quite classy. I'm meeting my fellow students in the Tudor. The Tudor is a place which feels like a place Amy Winehouse would hang out in. It's a place all the young trendy people go. A place where you feel like a somebody... rather then a nobody.
I feel awful about one thing though. I was going to text my friend Danny to ask how he did but when I went to send him a text I deleted his number instead of pressing back. So let me take a moment to say Danny if your reading this I hope you got the grades you wanted.
Many congrats to everyone great and small on getting their grades. I surpose its a achievement in itself to last two years of college, instead of leaving to work in a pie shop... I wonder who that could be.
I'm off to put on my best frock on and dancing shoes for a night on the town! Whoop whoop.
x
Wednesday 13 August 2008
Same as my guest blog for Toni!
I'm shitting a brick!
Whilst Toni is off on her little church trip, many of us Wiganer's are left in sunny Wigan scared shittless about our A-Level results. True, I'm not off to Uni next year so therefore I shouldn't feel as scared as the likes of Vicky and Dan who need their grades to get into their chosen Univercities, but I can't help but feel if I don't do well the past two years would have been a waste.
I really hope I've done well in my art. I hope I've at least got a C. Otherwise I might just cry. My art means a lot to me. It didn't feel like just a subject... It felt more to me then that. I gave up to much of my free time to end up with a naff grade.
I'm especially nervous for our Vicky. If she got into Oxford we'd all be sooooo proud of her!
Grrrrrrrrr! Its an awful feeling this. It's a feeling that no one else seems bothered but you! But really everyone is in the same boat.
Anyway I'll try and talk about something different.
My day.
I went to Manchester by myself. I love walking round Manchester by myself. It gives you time to just think about your life, in a city which is just amazing! I love going into all the designer shops and looking at high-heeled shoes which cost nearly a grand. Just being able to hold them makes you feel like someone important. I wish I had money to buy expensive shoes. My River Island £60 shoes are the most expensive shoes I own. But still their Retail. Retail shoes come ten a penny nowadays! Its all about the designer labels!
I had a interesting discussion with Karen in the pub tonight. We where talking about protesters. When I was younger and I thought I was some sort of 21st century hippy I was all up for protesting etc. Ban the Bomb, Drop Beats Not Bombs and all that shizzle, but now I'm quite glad I didn't ever act on what I thought was right at the time... because the simple fact was... I hadn't a clue what I was arguing against.
I hate people in the world who think they understand the subtle reasons why we went to war with Iraq, why animal testing is cruel. But they don't! Sure their are a small minority of folk who have researched their side of the arguement and fully understand what their talking about... but people who are persuaded by propaganda drive me crazy.
For once me and Karen actually agreed on something!
Finally good luck to all tomorrow!
x
Whilst Toni is off on her little church trip, many of us Wiganer's are left in sunny Wigan scared shittless about our A-Level results. True, I'm not off to Uni next year so therefore I shouldn't feel as scared as the likes of Vicky and Dan who need their grades to get into their chosen Univercities, but I can't help but feel if I don't do well the past two years would have been a waste.
I really hope I've done well in my art. I hope I've at least got a C. Otherwise I might just cry. My art means a lot to me. It didn't feel like just a subject... It felt more to me then that. I gave up to much of my free time to end up with a naff grade.
I'm especially nervous for our Vicky. If she got into Oxford we'd all be sooooo proud of her!
Grrrrrrrrr! Its an awful feeling this. It's a feeling that no one else seems bothered but you! But really everyone is in the same boat.
Anyway I'll try and talk about something different.
My day.
I went to Manchester by myself. I love walking round Manchester by myself. It gives you time to just think about your life, in a city which is just amazing! I love going into all the designer shops and looking at high-heeled shoes which cost nearly a grand. Just being able to hold them makes you feel like someone important. I wish I had money to buy expensive shoes. My River Island £60 shoes are the most expensive shoes I own. But still their Retail. Retail shoes come ten a penny nowadays! Its all about the designer labels!
I had a interesting discussion with Karen in the pub tonight. We where talking about protesters. When I was younger and I thought I was some sort of 21st century hippy I was all up for protesting etc. Ban the Bomb, Drop Beats Not Bombs and all that shizzle, but now I'm quite glad I didn't ever act on what I thought was right at the time... because the simple fact was... I hadn't a clue what I was arguing against.
I hate people in the world who think they understand the subtle reasons why we went to war with Iraq, why animal testing is cruel. But they don't! Sure their are a small minority of folk who have researched their side of the arguement and fully understand what their talking about... but people who are persuaded by propaganda drive me crazy.
For once me and Karen actually agreed on something!
Finally good luck to all tomorrow!
x
Thursday 7 August 2008
Can I present your host for the evening...
Well hello everyone.
If you are wondering how it is that Mark has managed to post a blog from lovely Wales, he hasn't. I have been given the privelege of guest writing for him. Let me introduce myself for those who don't know me. My name is Kyle, I am one of Mark's very crazy friends, married to another of his even more crazy friends (My lovely Toni).
I played a game tonight at a meeting, a sort of ice breaker that I think is very fitting since I have never met most of you and you can get a little insight into my life. I will write three things, one is a lie. You have to decide which is the lie, the difficulty is that the people I did this with could see me, you on the other hand have til the end of this post to decide...
1) My middle name is longer than my first and last name combined.
2) I have been backpacking across Europe.
3) I am originally from South Africa.
So, lets see if you can figure out if I am a good liar in writing.
On to the next topic...
I am able to write Mark's blog for one main reason, the holiday he is on? Well I spent two dys with him and some friends there, I unfortunately have had both the good and bad sides of getting a job. Unfortunately that meant I had to come home for the week. I am going back tomorrow (can I hear a whoop for Pwllheli!).
It occurs to me that I should write something relevant to Mark so I guess you may be wondering how I know him. I never went to school, college or work with him. I actually met him via my wife. Its one of those cool things about getting married, you gain an entirely new branch of friends. I knew of Mark and the gang, but until our last holiday to York, I never really knew them. Now, well I guess if he trusts me to write this and not talk drivel then I guess it speaks for itself.
I am not really sure what else I can tell you, I'm sure its too soon for my life story! So I think with that I will bid you farewell. It has been a hoot blogging for you and Mark.
Until next time, remember, I have never and don't ever want to backpack across Europe!
Kyle
If you are wondering how it is that Mark has managed to post a blog from lovely Wales, he hasn't. I have been given the privelege of guest writing for him. Let me introduce myself for those who don't know me. My name is Kyle, I am one of Mark's very crazy friends, married to another of his even more crazy friends (My lovely Toni).
I played a game tonight at a meeting, a sort of ice breaker that I think is very fitting since I have never met most of you and you can get a little insight into my life. I will write three things, one is a lie. You have to decide which is the lie, the difficulty is that the people I did this with could see me, you on the other hand have til the end of this post to decide...
1) My middle name is longer than my first and last name combined.
2) I have been backpacking across Europe.
3) I am originally from South Africa.
So, lets see if you can figure out if I am a good liar in writing.
On to the next topic...
I am able to write Mark's blog for one main reason, the holiday he is on? Well I spent two dys with him and some friends there, I unfortunately have had both the good and bad sides of getting a job. Unfortunately that meant I had to come home for the week. I am going back tomorrow (can I hear a whoop for Pwllheli!).
It occurs to me that I should write something relevant to Mark so I guess you may be wondering how I know him. I never went to school, college or work with him. I actually met him via my wife. Its one of those cool things about getting married, you gain an entirely new branch of friends. I knew of Mark and the gang, but until our last holiday to York, I never really knew them. Now, well I guess if he trusts me to write this and not talk drivel then I guess it speaks for itself.
I am not really sure what else I can tell you, I'm sure its too soon for my life story! So I think with that I will bid you farewell. It has been a hoot blogging for you and Mark.
Until next time, remember, I have never and don't ever want to backpack across Europe!
Kyle
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