That's pretty stupid

Mythical beasts can be quite kewl, what with yer dragons and griffons and such. However, flicking through some 'How to draw anime: Fantasy and Horror'(or something) book, I saw some Japanese ones. They include a Tengu, a long-nosed bearded old man with odd ears, sandals and a leaf. Or some haunted one-legged, one-eyed umbrella. Or a haunted lantern. Sorry, but they're just daft. However, this was all reconciled when the book teaches you how to do anime-style Frankensteins, Wolfmen and Zombies. Now THEY work.

Drop off a cliff into a pile of...jelly

Well, yesterday was wasted. No new exhibition for me, I had this relatively poorly planned. A waste of £25 for travel and food. At least I found a cool weapons shop that sold decent swords - the kinds that would scare the shit out of anyone(big English broad swords - dig it). And some cool guns, but I hate guns. Another day in a town where I didn't buy anything. I should get out of that habit, but I'm better saving money.

Song-tastic

Although work pretty much sucked yesterday, I was still able to pick out my three favourite songs of Thursday, though it was a bit of a joke day for music. The songs were 'Sweet Dreams' by Eurythmics, 'Heat of the Moment' which is featured in a South Park episode and the song from the Nescafe adverts - included many members of staff bobbing their heads along to the groove. Chillin'.

Journey

Say 'huh' to these Americanisations all around us. I'm not complaining about your use of words like 'apartment' for 'flat', or 'elevator' for 'lift', I'm complaining about your pronounciations, your replacements(we don't sell gasoline here, we sell petrol) and your sentence structure. It's lazy. Ok, it does seem old-fashioned to complain about that, but I can't help but be annoyed when people get influenced by other cultures which aren't exactly superior. The same can be said about your usage of Estuary English, especially those of you from Glasgow. It's getting confusing, to say the least. Well, that made sense.

One, two, again

Parappa 2 is taking me over. I was in Game, but I found myself unable to stop singing(to myself) lyrics to ill beats fromt the game. Well, at least I remember the exhibitions I plan to go to: Urbis, in Manchester, as well as the Game On exhibition in London. I wouldn't mind wasting my nights down South in some blue-collared Jazz bar, as long as I recieve some interesting things to take in. I also remembered how Beastie Boys tracks are influencing what I say:
Kid: "Will my sister come out down there?"
Me: "Well, you gotta get up to get down."

Really really wrong

Pondering in Dixons t'day, I actually noticed the live showing of Big Brother. How dull. A woman, I don't know her name(probably Adele for all I care), on a running machine. That's not TV. I just stared around in shock, even though others weren't watching, it made me chuckle in despair. Well, the real reason I strolled into the electronics emporium was to look for a sound system that would be suitable for when I go to university. What do I go for? The minidisc + CD player? Or the CD player with the big-ass speaker system, obviously worth more? I should consider the cash amount I hone, but that's not really student-like. What I will I care? The decision to be made is to be of last-minute nature, not one worth taking time over. 'Adam's a genius!'

The Dre today, mutha trucker

Well, for some odd reason, I decided to work today. But that decision actually paid off(£20.50, to be precise). I got...the Helter Skelter! Yes, the easiest ride to manage in the park, along with booming old music in the background. I was constantly visited by Dave Gardner(a guy from college who is going to quit very soon after starting - he can't be arsed, apparently), who kept saying 'Can I test it?', which was also coupled by a surprise every time he reached the bottom. Pretty funny. Anyway, some good songs that helped me through my five hours work were 'Fight for your Right' by Beastie Boys, and 'Tainted Love' by Soft Cell(and some really cool old skool hip-hop track were the name escapes me). And my legs/feet didn't hurt at the end, regardless of falling into 'the pit' many times. More please.

Oh My God, Laugh Out Loud

Well, Chris Jericho has quit...his web site. Annoyed completely at stupid marks who want to put people like him and Rob Van Dam down(y'know, two of the best people in the WWE), he's had it. Here. This is what happens when dullards rule. I've also realised that I know have many moments of time to fill with video games or other thing that can be done during the holidays(probably preferable). Of course, I will go to Manchester soon, where I can buy odd shirts(I saw one with Mitsirugi out of Soul Edge!) and a whole plethora of crap.

Comin' down

Last exam! 'Twas a bit rubbish though, since I constantly confused Psychology with English Language, as you do. Well, to celebrate, I...bought another album. 'The Private Press' is the name, DJ Shadow is the Game. A superb chillout album I would add, something that's very suitable to go with the Unkle CD. Very nice tunes ahoy. I'm pretty amazed at how the guy has over 20,000 records.

Quazy ass

Huh. A dull night. That party was of little entertainment. As I say, 'Music maketh the party', but the DJ played crap music. It was a little much to hope for Beastie Boys, but...my brother could've DJ'ed for twice the price and have been four times better! Plus, the fact that I knew only three people there made me a little idle. The only 'entertainment' was either watching team managers be humiliated by doing kareoke or watching some poor guy being bullied. But that was dull. To top that, Sy babbled for quite a while after we had left...what drink does, I don't know, but the consequences had bored me.

That way up

Holy friggin' cheeseballs. I strolled into my younger brother's room(with him absent, of course), as the room is to be the place of stay for my older brother. Woo. I noticed his record collection; but how could I not? It's huge! I would be aware that he should hone a plentiful of vinyls, what with him being a DJ, but I was still impressed. Hell, I had only heard of about 5% of the artists within the containment, including Daft Punk, Timo Maas, Groove Armada and Mr Scruff. A lot of crap included, but that is to be expected. Impressive.

I write the songs that make the whole world suck

Tuesday will be the day of my final exam. So, afterwards, I could be workin' many days without a break, but...I can't be arsed. Wednesday and Thursday are fine, as they consist of five hour days, but a nine-hour Friday? Ferget it. Instead, that day will be spent in Manchester, probably seeing some exhibit that I have strangely forgotten about(but since I'm going for an exhibit, it must be something spectacular). The only clue I have given myself is that it isn't The Imperial War Museum. It is something, though.

The horror, the horror

Uuurgh. Working at the kid's park isn't bad, but today, I tasted the flavour of two horrors. Firstly, I did the kid's Ferris Wheel - foul as it needs constant attention. As my attention had failed me for a brief moment, the ride had to be closed down today for a period, so I had to work in...the Fun House. Something which it is not. Annoying kids who you constantly have to clean up after, telling them the same thing every time, but also being able to scare the shit(deservedly) out of bullies. Suffice to say, I only was in there for an hour. And so now, as I have come home, I find an Amiga planted right by the PS2 and Dreamcast; it's my older brothers. Something to do for the Summer - he will bring home his decks, so I can start practising some mixing. If only he was able to get hold of an ultra rare copy of 'Sounds of Science' by Beastie Boys. That would be a Sure Shot.

Mess-in-boots

Postbeforework: the predictions of the day for my non-existence at work will include being told:
-there is no pay for me. Again.
-what I'm wearing were never the right clothes.
-I've never been employed by the fairground, never been seen, or accredited for.
-they're waiting for a guy called Adam to show up, but he keeps slacking off.
It'd make more sense anyhoo.

New trainers

[England sucked] Well, I had to 'celebrate' finishing the penultimate exam in the field of English Language. No, I couldn't be bothered working at the fair, I went to Liverpool. How exciting, but not really. My new trainers are actually comfortable, so my work will be far easier. At least. Er...some cool; in World's Apart, there is a poster for...a new TRANSFORMERS film! Scream like a girl! Oh, and I got the third Appleseed book, after disappointingly missing the Clerks comic book thing.

Source of some evil

Aside from bragging about his free bus pass that enables him to FIVE years free travel around Merseyside, Ray came home with...another distraction. This time 'twas in the form of a Brass Eye DVD, which, whilst I agree is hilarious, it's a perfect distraction from my revision. Envious of him? I should be.

Reverse reverse psychology

Whilst I was annoyed that reverse psychology wasn't discussed in my lessons, it's only too obvious. I realised that people in prisons are seen to be getting better treats, like nice meals and some freedom. Yes, whilst they seem nice, they are not getting punished, which is effectively nice as the results can be nice. So nice can really be nasty as the prisoners will get no better. Answers on a postcard to...forget it.

Plan ahead, when you shouldn't

Well, today, along with two others, I had to consecutively take two exams, being Psychology and Maths. Psychology was quite a good exam, as I was able to blag half the points made, linking them to other sections in psychology. However, my Maths exam was average. Y'see, I knew exactly half of the actual test. I am useless at Normal Distribution, because it is stupid. Of course, it was a great idea of Ray's to buy Parappa the Rapper 2 a day before the exams. That Hairdresser Octopus is frickin' mental. Now remember: "When I say Boom boom boom you say Bam bam bam, no pause in between, c'mon let's jam!"

The maths paper was pretty shambolic. I spent more time working out how many points I would need in Maths to get a C. I think I've certainly succeeded. I also had to notice that the person who was watching us(forget the name, invigilator or something) was trying to sneak a Mars bar into her famished mouth. Give it to me! Oh wait, it's a feminised version of the once-good chocolate bar. Ne'er mind. Actually, my maths exam was spent mainly looking at my entire future. Should my A-level grades never be sufficient to get me to a respectable university, I'd probably like to be some guy who makes pleasant tunes and is very well respected in 'The Underground' of music. Then I'll smile.

End of your career

After a long absence of wrestling news, here's some biggie: Stone Cold Steve Austin has practically NO CHANCE of getting back to wrestling in the WWE, for various reasons(beating his wife(Debra), absence without reason, childish behaviour). What a way to end a career - on the greatest low. Vince McMahon has said 'Stone Cold Steve Austin WAS my friend', as well as loads of angry stuff. Oh deer.

Don't do that, it's silly

Whilst browsing on Ebay, it's almost far too obvious that most of the people aren't actually 18. So quickly, it's easy to learn the sellers that should be avoided. Descriptions include:
-ultra rare(or some other adverb with rare)
-WRITING IN CAPS LOCK
-setting ludicrous starting prices, as well as even more ludicrous 'Buy it now' prices
-obvoius wrong spelings
-blatant advertising
-claiming something is rare when it isn't, or it's rubbish(Blade Runner: Director's Cut IS NOT RARE! The original is!)

I'll do a 'to do' list later

It must be said: Superman is one of the most ill-conceived super heroes ever. Think about it: he's practically invincible, except for frickin' Kryptonite, he can fly, has enhanced powers over everyone else and has only Lois Lane to worry about. What a pile of pathetic.

Greatest song ever

Yes, it has been decided. The Presidents of The United States of America with 'Peaches'. If you don't know why, here are the lyrics:

Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm Moving to the country, I'm gonna eat me a lot of peaches
I'm Moving to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the country I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can
They were put there by a man
In a factory downtown

And if I head my little way
I'd eat peaches everyday
Sun-soaked bulges in the shade

Moving to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the country, I'm gonna eat a lot of peaches
I'm Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches

I took a little nap where the roots all twist
Squished your rotten peach in my fist
And dreamed about you, woman
I poked my finger down inside
Make a little room for an ant to hide
Nature's candy in my hand or can or pie

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free
Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free... Look out!

Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches peaches for free
Millions of peaches peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free... Look out!

Yes, I'm just filling space. For whatever reason.

Gutted. Ow

I feel truly sorry for the Irish football team. They deserved a victory against Spain. It was unfortunate that they're not great at taking penalties, but they had some helluva fighting spirit. Anyway...

My
personality matches the Brazillian national team

I'm as cool and relaxed as people say I am, yet this doesn't stop me from showing some true flare from time to time!

Take
the quiz,
by tunde

Thank you, Trebor!

My head hurts

Ooh, I now definetely know that fairground rides aren't for me. No, I wasn't sick after a day on the kiddie Carousel, I took up Wyl's birthday present to me: a ride on...the Slingshot. To be brief: you strap your body into some ball thing, are then catapulted upwards, and constantly keep bouncing up and down, spinning around. Yeah, it was fun at the time, but the instant I got off, I ran to the nearest chain-link fence and threw my dinner from my mouth. Four times. Apparently, I'm the first of many to throw up after that ride - but I'm pretty sure that observant people should never go on such extreme rides. Far too much information to take in. This forced me to cancel my night out, as I was ill for the rest of it. Ray bought a video of the incident to show how 'hilarious' it was. Uuggh...

My job doesn't hurt

Ah well; a far better job for I. So I get to do the kid's park: big whoop. But of course, no marauding scallies, no testing vomit-inducing rides and the ability to converse with peeps such as two girls by the name of Claire, a guy called Barry who also attends college, and a man who goes by the name 'Bruce Lee'. I just HAD to compliment him. It's at least 100% better than catering.

#Kitty I'm-a-bored and I want to touch it#

For the daily update on each of my exams: I absolutely floored the damn Math Pure 2 exam, as I predicted I had trouble with about 1/30th of the marks - a paltry amount. I and another came out of the exam saying things like 'that was a blessing from God'. She was ecstatic with her performance, as I was with mine. To celebrate, I bought an album I had intended to buy for aaaages - the self-titled album by 'The Presidents of the United States of America'. Who else could do such harmless songs about Peaches, Dune Buggies and Cats?

Pragmatics

I've just been looking through past papers of Pure Maths 2. Now I seriously question why the Pure Maths 3 test was first. This paper will be a big pile of piss! It's insultingly easy. I'm looking at 80% on this paper, easily.

The Day Today

Well, it's my birthday. I feel little difference in my body, except that I know I am now a Ride Operator at the fair and can legally use Ebay by myself. Regarding presents, I've received £78 of other relatives and some odds 'n' sods off my parents. It may seem like little, but I am not unhappy about that. Not getting much for birthdays in previous years may have lowered expectations of what I should be aiming for, including exam results. Speaking of which, I did relatively well in my Psychology exam today(though I messed up on one question, definetely cutting my mark by 1/3. I will do better on my next exam, which is worth more. I don't know if it makes me a great person for being pleased with only a 'small plethora' of gifts(note the oxymoron), but I'm feeling selfless. And I'm not being selfless enough. I could give to charity, but it still feels hollow. I need to rescue somebody from a dramatic situation!

Fighter's Destiny was merely misunderstood

Well, to skip revision was a sin for me, but I did so anyway, to visit Liverpewl. After ordering a large, mocha frappucino(that's actually not made up) from Starbuck's for £3(too much?), I knew I should lay off the high amounts of caffeine for a while. Today, I spotted the copy of Samba de Amigo in Chipshop 2000 with Maracas...for a 'paltry' £200. I might cough up that amount one day...and an extra £50 for an import copy of Samba de Amigo 2000. Goodnight.

A pile of suck

A poor day. First, I did pitifully on my Maths Pure 3 paper(I'm sure I wasn't supposed to have continuous streams of trigonometry), but it should not have been given to us before the obviously easier Pure Maths 2 paper. I did reasonably well on my Discrete Maths paper. However, what really made me an unhappy chappy was...Pleasureland. Again. I went in there, requesting an earlier finish to the day on Saturday, but I didn't know who my team leader was. I was told that I should have already filled in a sheet(what sheet?) and contacted some people. I was venting anger in the most pleasant way I could, which went down well with the receptionist. Hell, I only found out how to clock on/off today after seeing some others doing that. I asked 'What's that?', although I had some idea what it was. The woman told me 'It's what you use to sign on...' - she could tell I was getting pissed off. I'm supposed to have been using this? If this carries on, as well as me not getting any pay for the last few weeks(one pay cheque so far - blatantly nice), I've got the right mind to quit and claim money(about £2,000 should do). I'm being treated like shit.

There's nothing worse than...holes

Whattadilemma. For my birthday, I would prefer to leave whatever I'd like to be doing 'til after the exams, but my mum insists on doing it ASAP. Not only have I done little-o revision-o for both exams on the following Tuesday, they are, by far, the most troublesome! Plus, already doing little revision is never a good thing. I'll promise to do more revision in university...nah(why do I bang on about revision? Gnnn).

Woo

Oh, man, I have the king of all headaches. No, I didn't take up drugs, drink or smokin', but my head really hurts. Because yesterday was the last I'll ever see of a catering job for as long as I live(I will guarantee), I had to celebrate. So, whilst the team leader was on his break, that left myself and a Russian girl(or some other foreign country) to serving ourselves. So I got a cup intended for regular soft drinks and filled it with Mr Whippy ice-cream. In case the team leader returned, I scoffed it quickly. Ow. A medic came by.
I thought I would be rumbled, but he said 'Since Nigel[the team leader] isn't here, I'll have a tea, a coke and a hot dog'.
I said, 'I won't do the tea in case he comes back now, but I'll get you the other things'.
'What's that in that cup?', he asked.
'Ice-cream'.
'Nice one'.
Of course, not content with the only ice-cream I had, a group of four people came by later. After a large order, one woman said 'Can I have an ice-cream?'. So, using my amazing skills on Mr Whippy machine, I made one, lacking knowledge of the price. 'Oh, it doesn't matter' and walks away. Ice-cream in hand. Me. Ice-cream. Me. Scoff, scoff, scoff within about 5 seconds. Now, that really hurt!

Blighty almighty

To watch children's cartoons and to predict the outcome. How easy. For some reason, I had to dash home and watch 'Cardcaptor: Sakura' today as it was a back-to-back day. Even with it's s-l-o-w monologue and typical Japanese roots, it still is relatively joyous to watch. No Æon Flux, but it's good for what it is. However, to see some flying cat-thing go on a sugar-rush was pretty kewl, since it'll give kids some bad ideas about them's sweets they's scoffing.

Being the rude person I am, I left two Maths revision classes early today. From the first one, I was falling asleep, saying things like 'I KNOW this already'. So, leaving the Pure Maths 2 class for the sequel(Pure 3 - wtf!?), but it turns out that I knew most stuff there. Now, if I could just concentrate on getting my grade in Psychology, all will be fine and dandy. I hope. I'm still contemplating how many days to work in the Summer weeks - four? Five? Six? I should mathematically work something out.

Krackers

You know what's always going to be cool? Engrish. I'm yet to get into contact again with my pen pal from Japan, so by searching on the web site with all the people involved(I can't remember it), I see various peeps nearly matching the description. 'My English not great, like be foreign friend'. I've said it before - it's cute; too cute to laugh at. It was pretty spectacularrr to see Portugal get their arseholes kicked by the USA. Who'd seen that coming?

It's the incredible...

Now I do know what I missed out. My older brother returned to the house with a CD of a mix from Bugged Out. Included Mr Scruff in a really cool way. Next time...

No

When you've just removed all from your PC you only start to realise what's missing. On my PC, this includes:
-Emulators and games galore
-Paint Shop Pro
-Dreamweaver
-Many pictures
-Microsoft Office stuff

Of course I don't have the CDs for half of this stuff. I should have seen it comin'.

Return of...me, myself

Well, the PC truly buggered up on Friday, so I had to use my cousin's Windows '98 CD to get me back on track. Now I must reinstall everything. Goodbye, emulated stuff! Oh, boo hoo for a long time. A real annoyance. You can probably imagine the irritability this has caused, so think up the rest of this post.

Triple-poster

Friday was quite a disappointment of a last day. Since I don't drink people must've assumed I was pretty bored. Wyl brought in an illegal firework(French, 'twas), but by the time we got it lit, the fuse snuffed at one cm from the explosion. Shit. Plus, many people went to Bugged Out(apparently the only good night at Cream), but I could not 'because of my age'(there's that excuse again!). Duh.

Work what out?

Well, it's been four long, annoying days. Thank the heavens that I'm switching jobs after Saturday - they kept me for TWELVE AND A HALF HOURS(and it would've been more if I'd read some rota I'd never heard of). There is little or no communication between me and the company, as I keep getting told things I was apparently supposed to know. I was telephoned on Sunday morn, I was supposed to be working then(no previous announcement to me), and I don't know a lot of other shit. To keep me from 10AM 'til 10:30PM was friggin' suicide, although my new team leader wasn't a twat.