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Staying up late is impossible. I've been seeing people who've made posts well past midnight. But it's just not my game, man. I'm always getting tired past 12, always have been. It's probably because of my job, or that I'm a morning person, but I just cannae do it! Sometimes I have 'the envy', but other times I'm thankful that I'm never too tired in the day. When it actually matters. Yeah.

"Am I cool? Am I? Am I? Am I? Am I?"

You wait ages to get money and then...ah...you spend it immediately. Nah, I am shallow. I nearly would have wrote 'I didn't feel the inclination to waste money on material goods, because I have been without purchasing them for a long time', but frankly, a nice leather chair on the cheap (£30) was too difficult to pass by. And Weezer tickets. AGAIN.

Dipshit Factory

Okay, right: someone got fired from work. Yeah, that's right. After about 1-and-a-half weeks. Okay, I know I'm not the one to talk after getting fired from Black's in just 3 days, but that was a genuinely unfair thing. This guy, who only just turned 18, was a stereotypical 'lad'; granted, he wasn't loud, but he annoying clothing which clearly didn't suit him, including those 'oh-so-hilarious' FCUK ones with stupid inneuendos (sp) on them. He came in on Monday with one of those 'I've got a hangover' things, which is really just completely fucking stupid. Granted, I don't drink, but I'm not a fucking idiot. He got fired because he failed to improve - but it wasn't exactly the hardest job to begin with, anyway. Dumbass.

Anyway, the latest album by The Mars Volta (Frances The Mute) is truly awesome, with some tracks reaching over 10 minutes. But why the stupid track names? 'Vismund Cygnus: Facilis Descenus Averni' isn't something you could spout as your favourite track on a whim. Good day.

"I was blogging before it was cool, don'tcha know."

Lifting weights? Can do! 28 minute cycling, 12 of those minutes on a high resistance? Notta problem! Sunbathing? No. It's impossible. I can't do it. I attempted to catch some rays in order to make me believe that my gym sessions were working better than they probably are (they are working - I have noticed differences, but a tanned/fake-tanned body defines the bodies' colour more, giving the impression of more toning than has actually occured), but it was too windy. Or I got really bored easily. I think. Well, even though I'm making terrific progress, I should, at least for starters, cut down on the old wine gums. Mmm. But health food all the way!

#Naked in the Rain (Dr Doolittle, what's your secret?)#

Yes. Well, not quite. But not far off it, either. Playing football, and then being treated to a downpour in Summer is one of THE best feelings a man can not actually buy. Truly ace. That is, if you're wearing the correct clothes and not really concerned about the aftermath of the game. And then! Cycling home through that rain with your hood down. The work of the gods. Thanks, Neptune. Theptune.