The littlest things.

Oh how I laughed my head off, and I mean deep belly laugh, when I saw this photo. It's now become one of those photos for me that will stick into my mind, and when I think of it, I'll do the strange chuckle to myself - while I'm surrounded by other people.
   We all know what I'm talking about. The strange looks we get back because we full on laughed at something in our heads. I find it hilarious; not only watching people do it, but knowing that I've done it myself; a weird 'high' feeling goes through me.
   So you go baby, you get your toothless gums and eat that watermelon LIKE A BOSS!

Rant over.

The late night menu.

My sleep pattern is buggered. I'm awake and can't fall into the land of dreams and shit like that. I'll try to picture sheep, jumping over a white picket fence.

One... Two... Three... Four... Five... FUCK OFF SHEEP! GO TO SLEEP!

I've just gone into my kitchen, and raided some munchies, healthy mind you; grapes. So that's my late night snack - Grapes and a small glass of apple juice. Two of my 5-a-day and it's only 00:34. Standard.

Rant over.

I watch the tele... when it's off -_-

During my school years, and the past two at college, I've been 'interpreted' by people as BARMY, WACKY, CRUDE and SENSELESS. I've been told to "Get help..." and "Calm the fuck down", because guess what readers; I'm me! Primary school mainly saw me as a boy who was the nerd of nerds, who ate his lunch in the library and sniffed pencils - this may have brushed over onto my beginning days of high school but hey-hoh. But when I began to meet people who loved me for who I am, some who were and still are friends, some enemies, I felt as though I could POP right out of my shell.
   Like a baby chick with one leg.
       Wait that's a bad example! Scratch that!
So I'm riding down the street and I sneeze so loudly, and proceed to look into the face of the old dear who noticed, only to say "Terrible weather Dorris, toodlepip!"

I did not know this woman.

I usually tend to be very spontaneous. I like to do things on the fly. And am I proud of it? HELL YEAAAHHH! I like being me; not some non-emotional, prim&proper creep. Don't try to change me please.
   But somedays, I do think what it would be like, if I hadn't of lost my mind on the road to Amarillo. It's like I wake up every morning and I'm hugging my pillow. I remember the dream I had about Ama... you know where this is going right? Hehe.

I do miss it - my sanity. But I don't think I'd ever want it back.

Rant over.

Yes, I get emotional at films.

We all like watching films - Going to the cinema, lounging back munching on some sweet popcorn (salted for those that way inclined) and watching a blockbuster; it's part of our lifestyle. I find films so engrossing, so interesting that their plot and characters stick in my mind.
   So we've established we like the cinema. We can also establish the fact that we hate the cinema when some seven foot string bean comes and, out of the whole auditorium, chooses to sit smack-bang in front of us. Why does he feel this is necessary?! Can't he see that some of us are of small stature? At this point, I'm referring to you the public, because at six foot two, I'm slowly edging into this 'annoying string bean' category.
   My main rant today is about how films can touch our emotions on so many different levels. Me, for instance; I get emotional at the endings of several films. The end of the Star wars saga; when Luke is reunited with the 'Anakin Skywalker' side of his father - it's such a brilliant ending. So don't judge me when I say I do shed a tear to this. The ending of King Kong, when Kong dies - Jheez! You get so attached to him, then he goes and falls off one of the tallest buildings in the world. He falls and falls and falls and BANG; I'm left saddened.
   What I want to know, is that am I the only one in this boat? Anyone else feel the slow drift of emotional tide rushing through them towards the end of a good film?

Rant over.

Fancy a nice pint of throw-up?

I'm not eighteen. Not for another 39 days.
   And I'm not particularly fussed about venturing out into the baron wastes of town and drinking till I'm caked out on the ground with a small bit of foam at the mouth. I will relish the moment when I'm eighteen. So it gets on my tits when people makes fusses about going out, and getting pissed, whilst 'underage'. 
   Yeah, I drink. But I'm no alcoholic. If I'm 'round a mates house with a few of us playing xbox or chilling to music, then yeah I'll have a cider or beer. But I don't see the point of going out, freezing your knackers off for a couple of drinks in a stingy, drunk infested bar, only to struggle to get home with the worst hangover known to man. 
   I'm the sort of guy who will enjoy sitting in a small smokey jazz club, sipping on a beer, listening to some guy playing A-minor on the trumpet. I'm chilled to the bone. Don't judge me - I can wait till January.


Rant over.

You feeling me?

Excuse me for saying so, but I hate it when people upload photos to the internet of themselves being a vain, posing like they're some page 3 wannabe, and when they get positive comments, they have the audacity to reply "Nawwwwww, I'm not. I'm ugly :(" 

If you were ugly, would you really be comfortable with uploading a slutty picture of yourself to the internet? No. No you wouldn't.

So take the hint. 

Me - I've got spots. I've not got pearly white teeth. And I haven't got a six pack. But you know what I do have... Eyes, ears, a mouth and a heart. I'm comfortable with myself, and I'm comfortable with what people think about me. 

Rant over.

If there is a problem, there is a solution.

Honestly - No there isn't. Some problems are just there to be bitches to us, and mess us about and twist our lives around in ways that we don't want them to be twisted.

It is somewhat reminiscent of a 'stretchy toy' with a tear and all the flour just seeping out.

I feel this kids anger. I'm not feeling the haircut as much -_-

Rant over.