How do again. Not quite so long since the last blog. What am I up to these days? Well the Uni semester is over and I only have a shorthand exam left and hopefully will get an NCTJ qualification in it!

If I bother to work that is...meanwhile it's nearly 9 months with my lovely girlfriend and I discovered she doesn't mind me playing videogames. Infact she was a Sims addict and has got hooked to Guitar Hero now, so I brought another control for her!

Aside from that GTA has taken over my life a little and I've begun writing again at some 'rival' website *oh the shame!*.

Looking forward to seeing this Mangabullet even though the topics interest me in no way at all, but it'll be nice to see what Eddz has created because from what I remember him doing and his lack of skills in coding, he has created some fantastic things since!

Cya in a few months!



Mood: Tired

I've just sat here reading through all my blogs and realised I've not blogged since god knows when.

Firstly congratulations to Eddz for learning to code and creating a pretty damn fine community system which is still yet to be completed and I look forward to the rest of it!

I noticed my blogs orientated around girls alot of the time and my sexual frustrations in life, I guess I was a desperate 17 year old at the time.

I'm now 18 and nearly 19 and have met my wonderful girlfriend called Naomi.



Who'd have thought I'd meet such a great girl. It all happened at where else but a party, where I bottled to speak to her (sound familar eh?). Anyway her mate on the way home said that Naomi had said I looked 'fit' and I was quite taken aback by this.

Anyway I stalked her on Myspace and MSN and arranged to meet at the pub on a Saturday for a drink or two. Then I walked her home and we kissed and arranged to meet again.

To be fair I was still fairly shy at this point and now 4 months down the line we're very happy together and I'm pleased that she is in my life I'm now a little less shy around her ;) and we enjoy the time we get to spend together.

I'm also at Uni, so now live in Stoke-On-Trent where I'm studying Journalism which is pretty crap at times but I'll plod on and hope for the best! I love living away from home and love my new 'hometown'. I've also recently DJ'ed at a bar for the first time which was scary at first but can't beat the thrill of speaking to a big crowd on a Friday night!

My gaming has kinda taken a step back although Mario Galaxy which I'm eager to get 120 stars (only 10 away) has brought me back to earth (excuse the pun). However I've discovered the superb SingStar which me and my flatmates can't leave alone and also the joys of Guitar Hero 3. Having being shit at the others, I decided to spend some time alone to practice and can now hack medium and really enjoy strumming away!

Right, I'll probably make another entry in 2010, so for now Merry Christmas and have a great 2008!



Mood: Tired

Alright, so I made a decision not to get Wii. After all my excitement, I just didn't bother preordering because of money problems.

Then yesterday I was in GAME with one of my friends who is working there over Christmas and he was offered a 2nd Wii console because someone had cancelled there predorder.

He asked me, and I took a few minutes, then decided I'll put £20 down. I've now decided it can be my Christmas present from my Dad, which means I've still got my holiday funds for Magaluff 2007 saved

Anyway, December 8th can't come any sooner!

Here are some photos from the legendary holiday to Crete with my Dad and sister. A superb holiday, where I got pissed practically every night and met loads of great mates.





Tanya was such a nice girl (the one in both pics) and I really wanna meet her when she gets back to Blackburn.

And here is when we first met, I look awful but ignore that fact:





Me and the lovely Becki.


Slag from essex called Jenna (rolled around in the sand on the first night pissed as a fart and showing everything):



Legend called Luke, my sister and of course me:




Me and April. Great girl from Warrington, really bubbly and friendly:



Craig, Becki, Tan and me:



Here was the main course:



Legend night porter/watchman who served us teens drinks when the bar had shut at midnight and all the others had gone to bed. Didn't speak much English but was still a great guy who we chilled with at night in the lobby sofas:



Father and son and beer:



Evenings entertainment was a bit crap:



Kerry and April from Warrington. Great girls, up for a laugh and very bubbly:



And finally for now a family shot at the greek bar with free shots, drinks, crazy greek barman and pumping music:

Something happened Friday night.

It was rather spontanous, but at the same time it was a first. Ladies and gentlemen. I pulled.

The scenario: 18th birthday party
Time: 11.30pm
Date: 22nd September

This journal entry isn't to boast or brag about the fact I pulled for the first time. Far from it...

As many of you may know, I'm not exactly the type to 'pull a girl' and then be able to pull more girls in succession. It has taken me 17 years to get to this stage and Friday night was pretty memorable.

However, over the past few days I've not been able to forget what happened. Some may say its the fact I kissed a girl for the first time and its a special and memorable occasion. However the other part of me, actually wants to make something of it.

And I mean by asking this girl on a date. Ok, so 30-45 minutes talking and a few minutes kissing may not be deemed as future marriage set in stone, but I geuinely thought this girl was attractive before I even met her!

You see, my friend, the legend that is Tom Faulkner attends Stratford-upon-Avon college and although I don't see him often, I keep in contact via MSN and MySpace. And it is here I managed to find this girl who I instantly said to him:

'Well she's cute'

Instantly he dismissed the situation saying:

'Never my friend'

Perhaps on Friday then, his 18th birthday party, I managed to prove him wrong. Now this was months back at the time and I never actually thought I'd see this girl. On Friday then he introduced me, and I wasn't exactly gunning for it or trying to prove any point. I wanted to enjoy myself, have some beers and perhaps dance.

It got to around 11.30pm, and I'd been sitting on my own for a while contemplating why I wasn't in a mood for partying. It is then I went outside and just finished watching some girls strip for entertainment.

I then moved over towards my friend Ben who was chatting away to this particular girl. I didn't move over to try and flirt or anything, I just wanted to chat. Anyway, we shared conversation for a while and we spoke about how we'd lost close friends/relatives.

It was then we had a little group hug. And from there I thought nothing of it. But then I was telling her how I found her attractive and she dismissed it all, until I called Tom over to confirm my original thoughts a few months back.

It is then we started hugging and after some signs of encouragement from Tom and some random pissed guy, we kissed.

I won't go into detail and like I said this isn't a 'I pulled, I rule the world'. Because since that night, I've not stopped thinking about it/her.

And now, I'm debating what exactly to do. Because she doesn't really remember what happened I feel even worse. I'd like to ask her on a date, but I feel I can't because of the fact she may not remember. But for once in my life I felt wanted by someone of the opposite sex and it was very nice while it lasted.

So what do you think? One off or pursue?

WOOOOOOOOO. My car passed the MOT

It took them around half hour, and I nervously stepped back into the garage waiting area, and there was a fresh MOT certificate. I had one advisory which was offside front tyre close to legal limit.

And that was it! So I was able to drop by at the Post Office just after and tax myself up until February. And now my car is healthy albeit for a dodgy fan.

I've just ordered some Smoked Side Repeaters from Ebay for £8.99:



Will be my first exterior mod to the car and I'll get some photos when I've put them on. Next when I have more money is to fix that fan, maybe a new tyre because of the bad weather coming up and some rear speakers and amp or subwoofer.

No one is commenting either. Poor people, I do my journals again and no one bothers

Anyway, more soon.

OMG, it's Friday already.

On Tuesday I finally got my exhaust fixed and at last my car no longer sounds like it's about to explode at high speeds or when slowing down. The new exhaust set me back £70, but I think it was worth it!

Today is the MOT of my Clio. You know, I'm pretty nervous for it. I'd like it to pass, but I think the front two wheels are slighty close to the minimum tread depth. If that fails then it's another £30-40 a tyre plus the MOT fee of £44.15. Lucky then my Dad offered to pay the fee.

On Saturday it's my best mates birthday. No ordinary birthday, the big man is 18. He's a very old 'student' in my year. Infact he was the oldest back in school, and I guess the oldest in college unless someone else has a 1st/2nd September birthday.

It's weird to think a few years ago, we were playing football in the streets or tennis and making dens down at the substation. Or playing on the bikes and skateboard. How times have changed.

Now we both drive and it's weird to think a few years back we only dreamt of these moments. And on Saturday Ryan will be an adult. And be able to drink. However the only downside is, no one else is 18 yet, so he'll be at the pub on his own :p

Don't worry, in February I'll be able to join you. And I can't wait. But for now, Happy Birthday!

Bank Holiday Monday. They suck. It's like an extension of Sunday for a second day in a row, and well Sunday is the worst day of the week.

I spent Saturday driving round Birmingham trying to get my exhaust fixed since the MOT is booked in for next Friday. It's gonna cost me £70, but it'll be worth it not to have a car which sounds like it's gonna explode when it reaches 50mph. You try driving round some of the shitholes in Birmingham, namely Alum Rock. It's like Bangaladesh, and that includes the crap drivers and people who walk in front of the car. We were indeed the only white people mad enough to pass through.

Naturally we locked all doors and got away as soon as possible as some black gangsters and Asian ones looked on by as I drove through. Bastards.

And for the record the exhaust never got fixed. Since it's a 'Wank Holiday' as I like to call it, tomorrow it shall be fixed.

On Saturday night, I was invited to work. Shocking. Work! This wasn't any old shit, this was a disco for a wedding reception in Bournville (the home of Cadburys you know).

I was working with a guy who is about 23 and he's my Dads mates son. His Dad does discos as well, and tonight they needed an extra hand. So we packed the car, arrived around 6.15 for a 7.00pm start. Started setting up (boy are the speakers and amp heavy) and as we were screwing the knobs into place, they started the speeches. Some women turned round, gave us an evil look and went 'Sssh'.

So we apologised and walked out, slightly embarrased. Aftre around half hour (those speeches drag on) we walked back in, greeted to the evil looks of some of the women at the back of the room.

Anyway, the bride and groom came across and welcomed us. Boy was the bride hot. They were both very young, perhaps 21 or 22, and the bride looked gorgeous. Quite small and petite but lovely face and hair and a stunning dress.

The music fired up albeit half hour late at 7.30pm. Since I last did one of these (about 3 years ago), the music is all stored on computer now, so we have a little TFT monitor and one of those tiny cube PC's with 40,000 songs on. CD's aren't relagated to the bin however, as a big box of them comes along, just incase of any problems!

The inital dancers were children, amazed by the smoke machine on offer. Me and Mark stood on this stage behind the controls, just looking down at the audience, while they looked at us. It's kinda weird at first, like being in an assembely at school, especially since your the centre of attention!

We played the usual disco hits and classics, and then the first dance started at 8.00pm. Watching the bride and groom snuggle up and snog for 4 minutes was rather bizzare, especially since I didn't even know them. All the peopple were taking photos and video, and there's me and Mark standing in the background gawping at why the bride married such a tosser (more on that soon).

It was all going swimmingly well. A bit of a milf was coming up on stage and kept requesting songs. She kept staring at us, and when she'd lean over you'd see her tits. But I'm not complaining...

It got to around 10.30pm and quite a crowd had been dancing including some posh looking bloke and his kids. Surprised they'd heard of most of the music. His one daughter had a fine rack, and me and Mark contemplated why she was also dating such a weird guy.

Anyway, the groom decided to come up and request some obscure dance song. Now, at a wedding disco, you don't come catering for a rave, even if the DJ's are 17 and 20 odd alike. We had some dance music, but not what he wanted. After some moaning we discovered one of the latest CD's and bunged that on.

All the old people left, and remaining was the groom, his brothers and best man, the bride and bridesmaids and some random fit bird dancing who kept looking at me. The groom was getting a little cocky with us moaning about the song choice, but there's nothing we could do, especially when the core audience was over 40. Anyway, as the rave started, the groom started dancing like a complete pratt. Me and Mark couldn't stop laughing at his antics on the dancefloor along with his brothers who were all small like him.

He then started whipping his brides arse, and then dancing like some Micheal Jackson impersonator. The bridesmaids meanwhile were alright looking, but nothing stunning. The random bird was the good looking one, except when she sat down she was with some guy who had very much a high opinion of himself.

The rave ended anyway at 11.30pm with the final song from Lionel Richie and it all got slow and slushy again. All the couples danced, although one of the bridesmaids was left dancing with another girl.

You know, we've never seen a reception crowd move so quick out of the building. One moment there dancing, the next the groom is shaking our hand pissed as a fart, and they all buggered off. The bride obviously desperate for her wedding night shag.

We left around Midnight, and for my efforts £25. That's for a few hours work doing nothing. Once it's all setup, all I do is stand there with Mark and chat to him, since it's all computerised now and requires little input. He agreed to call me this week to see if I wanted to work this weekend, so we'll see.

Was a little odd being at a random wedding reception, however the perks are, drinks and free food. And of course meeting lots of pretty girls. As Mark explained at one girls 21st birthday party without any parents:

"Right, I'll pay you now, £200 right?" said the girl.

"Yeah, thats correct" Mark replied.

"Do you accept any other form of payment?" the girl asked.

"Erm, I can accept a cheque if you want" Mark responded.

"No, I meant do you accept other payment, it's just I've not had any in ages and I could give you something and I'll pay the rest cash" she said.

Mark, looking a little stuned: "Nah, I'd rather take the cash to be honest".

The perks of being a DJ eh? £700 each weekend, and the offer of sex. No wonder I came into the business.

I've just read every single one of my journal entries. And I've realised how I've let the side down.

I've left my profile and journal rot. And it ain't good. Gone are the witty journals about girls, all the comments and praise.

Instead the same old shit for a month. Well, I'm gonna change things. Rob's journals shall return. Humour, girls, more girls, driving, college, my life. And it is MY LIFE.

Read the exclusive story, here at Club Skill soon.

Filmed by the one and only mwah:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9QFddwh_lM

Ah. Palma Nova and Magaluf 2006.

What an awesome holiday. A holiday jam packed of drinking, drinking and more erm drinking!

I've fallen in love with the place. It's probably one of the best resorts I've been too aside from Orlando.

Most night we'd go drinking at a place called Junaito Bananas or Banana Joes, where the PR folks would drag you in and offer you free shots and cocktails along with offers on the booze.

One of the funniest moments was bumping into our mates who were at a strip style bar above KFC in Magalluf and then a guy in the street being totally stripped of his clothing by his mates. A police car was crawling up the street, and as they were to rip his last piece of boxers covering his dignity, the police car clips his arse, and then he turns round, they rip the last shread and he holds his arms into the air. The police man gets out, drags him in and the whole street cheered.

Sunday night, also heralded a night at Planet BCM. It has to be one of the most awesome experiences ever. 25 Euros and inclusive drinks all night. Radio 1 were live on the middle floor with DJ Trevor Nelson doing a set, while downstairs was the most awesome popcorn party.

Even before we arrived, I was a tad tipsy. Once inside, the booze was flowing, and after loosing the rest of thh group, I preceeded to dance with loads of random people, while chanting 'BCM Make some noise' as the DJ kept asking us to do so.

Then the popcorn fired up, and I tried to eat it as it came down on us. Naturally my trainers were fucked, and my socks I had to throw away due to the popcorn being stuck to them. I ended up dancing with loads of random girls, but sadly didn't pull. (I know, I must be bad!).

Here are some photos from BCM:























We left around 5.30am, after 5 and half hours of non-stop drinking and hardcore clubbing. God knows how I walked the mile or so back to Palma Nova and our apartment, but without Alex I probably wouldn't have!

Naturally, the next day, I woke around Midday, and still felt pissed. And then I was sick. Nothing major, after an afternoon kip, I felt fine in the evening.

So, that was last Sunday, and perhaps the best night of them all. As I mentioned earlier, other nights were spent at smaller bars including one of our favourites, Junaito Bananas. We became somewhat regulars, and if only to chat with the rather fit Swedish girl who was trying to sell us jelly shots. Her name was Johanna and she was 21 and very friendly.

She seemed to like Alex, but I used her as a stepping stone to talk with a random girl and get to know someone new. Sadly, on Sunday when we went, she'd been replaced by a new girl on trail, so we never did get our photo with her, or to ask her out clubbing after her shift.

But, I did some digging and found a photo (she's the one on the left):



The resort itself contains lots of very attractive sights, and I really enjoyed staying there. One day I was on the beach, and this Spanish women came over and cut me a piece of Pineapple and Watermelon. She then preceeded to stand and watch me eat it, despite the fact I took a nibble (I'm not a fan of fruit). My idea was to throw it, when she'd gone, but instead she kept chatting to me in Spanish while I looked bemused and said 'Me no like'.

Eventually after 5 minutes, she walked off, muttering probably some expeletives under her breath in Spanish. Turns out I was the victim of a gypsy fruit seller. Lovely!

Here is a photo of me wearing a Sombero, after a few drinks, I walked down the street with this on at around 2am and also in McDonalds:



Also on the Sunday, we went on a coach trip across the island and the mountains. I managed to capture some superb shots as shown below:

















Other days consisted of us playing 54 hole crazy golf (which was pretty intense in the heat) and shopping in the various stores which sell porn at eye level, sell fags galore and swords and stuff. Not forgetting the huge amounts of spirits.

Here are some photos of the wildlife at the crazy golf:













One particular night after a few drinks, I went to McDonalds for my nightly icecream, and attempted to ask for it in Spanish. So I preceeded to say 'Cono de Helado' until the guy serving me laughed in my face and went 'Icecream then'. Bastard!

I fell in love with the place though. Despite the heat and humidty, it was really nice, and I can't wait to go back hopefully next year, if not sooner and experience more of the clubs in Magalluff itself.

My final words though:

"BCM MAKE SOME NOISE!"

Ok, so I never write journals anymore. Call me lazy or something.

Since my Nan died, we had the funeral around 2 weeks ago which was a very sad occasion, however now I look foward to the future.

Today infact, I had an interview with Trafficlink, who handle all the travel news bulletins you hear on the radio including stuff for Teletext and the internet. I had to travel to central Birmingham, and get to the 18th floor of this office block. I felt all special walking into one of those posh building with people all suited and booted!

The interview went well, was much more informal than the typical ones and I was offered some water and I managed to sweet talk my experiences in radio. Then I was shown round, told about how intense work is, and then asked to record a demo.

What is odd, is that they have six broadcasting desks in one small office with only a small partition to seperate you with someone else, so naturally it isn't the quietest of places when reading out the travel on your local BBC station!

Still, I did my best, and was told I'd hear back soon when they've decided so fingers crossed I'll get some part time work!

And to spice things up, here are some photos from my new camera of my car and myself:





Ok, so I admit, that is not my car, but it is indeed my Mums new car. Mine is below:

My Nan passed away on Friday, after a years battle with cancer. As you can appreciate I am very upset with the loss as I was very close to her in my 17 years of being alive.

My final wish was to pass my driving test and drive her shopping, which she'd mentioned for years. And I did just that a fortnight ago.

I won't be around as much for the next few weeks as I come to terms with the loss. But I will never forget my Nan. She will stay in my memories forever.

RIP Nan.

Well, all those lessons, all that money. And now I'm a driver

Test took place today at 2.30pm, with an hour lesson beforehand, which after two recent lessons being horribly bad, I was a little worried about.

Arrived at the test centre, and started getting nervous. My instructor pointed out a few final things, because its in a nasty position and there are some bad junctions to negoiate from the off.

Went inside, went to close the door, pushed it hard, and a women enters and goes:

"Didn't you see me trying to get in?" and I just apologised. Sitting in the room were 3 females all taking tests. One asian, one older women, and one fit blonde girl. Oddly enough the latter was taking a test in her own car and had to get her Dad to park it!

Waited 5 minutes, and I was really nervous at that point. Then, one by one, the yellow jacketed men walked out. They each called a name.

"Mr Robert Rymond" called one tall, bald headed bloke with two tufts of hair. He was well spoken, and at this point, I thought I've got the evil one.

"I'm Simon, please sign here" he said. And then we walked outside, and me being a pratt went to the car, but forgot about the eye test, so he had to call me to come round the corner. Then, back to the car, where I was asked to open the bonnet. Complete the show me question with ease, and when inside the car, the tell me question was about checking if power steering worked.

And I thought "Fuck. I can't think of this", so I blabbered on about turning the wheel, then he asked me to start it and show him, so I turned the ignition and started turning the wheel to the left and right. It wasn't working, so I just tutted and gave up. He went on to ask me about it more, and I spurted some shite out, and oddly enough I never got a minor!

So I pulled off, all was going well, after 10 minutes did reverse parking and a bus came up my backside. So I froze. Then he goes "Move on" and then the bus overtook, so he said "Ok try again" and I did the move, and I ended up wonkey, so I pulled fowards to straighten up and got 2 minors for observation and control.

Then, out onto a nasty junction with a bit in the middle to wait. I pulled out and there was a car coming, and I thought. Failed. Must be, but no! Then he made me do an emergancy stop (1 in 3 chance of that!) and then Turn in Road which again was perfect and then some country driving. Then he made me pull up with loads of parked cars, and then pull off again, but the road was jam packed, so we waited and waited, and when I did pull off, it was perhaps a little dodgily done! And then back the test centre, where I got held in loads of slow traffic.

Turned into the parking out front, and I sat. Waited nervously. Didn't try and peek as he counted, I heard:

1
2
3
4
5

And silence. I thought, maybe hes counting them in his head now. And then:

"Congratulations, you've passed" and I just let out a sigh and a cheer. My instructor walked over and he knew I'd passed, despite the fact I wasn't showing it too much!

And then, my instructor drove me home, telling me a story which he said he doesn't tell all his pupils, but because I was mature he'd tell me. After 3 months off passing, he crashed a car and nearly killed his passengers. He told me, speeding and acting like a boy racer will not help, but drive as you feel is safe.

And we parted, he thanked me, called it a "pleasure" and said I'd been a great person to teach. We did one last "hand" goodbye (like an informal handshake) and that was that.

I was glad that I'd passed, and I'd have to cough no more money up for lessons, but it was sad to say goodbye. He was a legendary teacher, and told me about his problems etc and we gave each other advice and he was a good instructor to have.

However, I will be doing Pass Plus, and hope he teaches that to me, so we may come across each other in the future!

And now, I'm a driver. Its a somewhat amazing feeling, and I look foward to driving my Nan to Tesco over the weekend, as that was one of her wishes

So I return. A week away in what was a fully formed bachleor pad.

First night, we had a complaint from the women below. Lloyd decided it would be funny to set off a fart bomb in my room were I was sleeping at 2.30am. They all heard a knock and dived into bed. The women was not amused.

Anyway, the week consisted of lazing around in the apartment and in Weston itself, looking at all the lovely southern ladies (who actually happen to notice us, yes even I had people smile and look at me). It's like a miracle.

We went bowling, went on the pier (although I was a stinge and spent very little), jumped into the freezing cold sea at 8pm (I was first in). We also had a barbecue and fire on the beach which was a great experience. Like something out of American Pie minus the girls. Still the wind was our main issue, but we managed to light the fucker in the end. And a tip, never cook Tesco Value burgers on a barbecue. It looked like mush by the end. Also never light 'Olympic Torches' in high winds otherwise you'll nearly get hit by flying fire balls and set alight grassy areas.
Thursday night I drank 11 bottles of beer. Now 11 in one go is alot for myself. I just sat in the kitchen on one of those stools, laptop out, listening to some pumping dance tunes, while the rest sat in front of me watching a DVD. By the end, they all realised I was a little drunk. We played cards while I spoke gibberish and then Zak (who was the only other person drinking that night) persisted to set a trap in his room. It consisted of toliet paper and air freshner. Anyone who dared enter would be sprayed in the face (that room was toxic by the end) and the toliet roll was draped over the door and lampshade, with the rest of the roll out the window. The plan was to trap anyone who entered, but he failed.

Zak also decided to throw a glass bottle of vinegar out the window on the last night which smashed right outside the window of the women downstairs. Once again every hastily hurried to bed, fearing that her threat to call the law would result in police surrounding the apartment or forensics looking for DNA on the vinegar. Jack was the stealthy man to creep down and tidy away the glass in the dead of night. Luckily she never heard!

I ate shite loads of icecream from the pier. At £1.30 a time it was pricey, but bloody nice icecreams and I felt sorry for the girl on the day it was raining and no one was buying icecream aside from myself who brought 3 in the space of a few hours. I do believe I was the only 'mad' customer. She looked so bored though and unhappy and she was rather attractive! Chips was the other food I ate like crazy. Each day I'd head to my favourite chippy on the sea front. The guy even knew straight off what I wanted each time and even let me put the vinegar on because I'd keep asking for more :p

The highlight of the journey home was the two lesbians around my age kissing and fondling on the platform. One was even quite fit. Thats our first experience of real-life lesbians I tell you! And so the week was over in a flash. Our apartment was clean, but filthy at other times, with fag ends, beer littered everywhere and pasta stains on the floor. Lloyd even insisted there were love juice stains in the shower, but no one owned up. Our fridge was full of beer and that meant not alot of room for the food, which we gobbled lots of throughout the duration.

A week away with friends is great. It does get tedious towards the end, but now after one night at home I already miss the banter, the laughs, the annoying things, the generally chilling and feeling of being away from parents.

Weston-Super-Mare 2006 will be remembered. Bring on Palma 2007!

I passed me theory test!

For the Hazard Perception I got 59/75 and the Multiple Choice, 33/35. Which I was very pleased with.

All those nerves when I arrived in the test centre as well. My hand was sweating as I grasped the mouse at the centre. But my revision before paid in the end

Yesterday was more sombre. A funeral for our neighbour who was very close to my Mum. I'd never been to a funeral before and it was extremely sad and upsetting, so much so, I couldn't hold the tears, because he was like family to us.

He had a good send-off. No family, just friends from the road. Proof you don't need a big family to be loved by people.

So, John may you Rest In Peace.

PARTY!

That was indeed what happened last night. Same hosts as New Year, same people, but a surprise birthday party for one of the girls. However, it was only until Alex rang me at 10pm, and told me to 'Come down' was it I entered.

Entering a party with everyone pissed is weird. I felt like the oddball. I stood, I had no beer, I watched people. Then I was offered some Vodka and Coke which I promptly drank.

Then followed some disgusting cider of which a bottle sat on the side. I didn't realise until last night, how shit cider tastes. But I drank it pretty quickly and started feeling a bit more involved.

Guess who was there. Meg. It felt like New Years Eve again, mostly the same people minus and plus a few others. I didn't have the guts to ask her if she ever did get my number, because:

a) She was pissed
b) She probably doesn't remember me
c) She was flirting with some other guy

Perhaps there was only one hint she realised who I was, and thats because when I was sober, three of the girls stopped dancing, looked over and started whispering. Anyway, I commenced to dance to the YMCA and other such cheese and some other songs, which frankly I can't remember what they were.

It was good night, which wound down about 12.30, when everyone disappeared, and a kid was smacked by some random idiots outside. Then the pizza arrived and the few of us remaining tucked in.

I was quite gutted though. Around 5 of the girls were heading back to my road where one of them lived, including Meg. I offered to walk them all home, and even Harrys Mum said I'd me sensible and walk them. But they refused, claiming there are crazy people outside.

That did a whole bunch of good for my ego. If I had of walked them home, it'd have been me and the girls, and I'd have been able to talk. But they caught a taxi instead, and the night ended with Rob getting a goodbye, but no hugs or anything. Shame....

So, I left around 1, and jogged home. Crazy I know, but when your pissed, you don't seem to feel it. And thus I'm left disappointed at the fact I'm such a pussy and didn't speak to Meg (deju vu from New Year anyone?). So, bring on the next party and maybe, just maybe I'll get the courage to ask her next time.

Rob you are such a mong.

Thats right, I've not created a journal in ages. I blame the fact I'm busy. Which is all very good, because I have been working very hard on Club Skill, and have had various coursework deadlines at college.

However, socially, things have been a bit crap. Our holiday to Weston is coming up commencing April 8th, where I hope to chill, drink, and maybe, just maybe pull. But we'll have to see about that last one.

I can't quite believe how quickly the term has gone. One minute its Christmas, next its Easter. And that brings chocolate and sweet (woot!).

I love Wi-Fi. Right now as I write this, I'm at my Nans house on the laptop, leeching from a connection. Just don't tell the next door neighbours...

I think I'll wrap things up though for this rather exciting journal entry. And I'll leave you with one last though.

College girls are fit.

Woot. My laptop arrived. 4 days early as well.

It's nothing flash, spec is as follows:

Pentium M 1.5GHZ
256MB RAM
40GB
Wi-Fi card
And lots of other extras

And the grand cost, only £299 or £311 with the improved battery which lasts 4 hours!

So yeah, long time since I last did an update. Things have been pretty down over the past week or so, but hopefully I should update this more often.

Another thing to look foward to this week is a driving lesson on Thursday. Lets hope I don't kill anyone!

My god. I made it. Home. At last.

Some of you may have though I'd got kidnapped, or got washed out to sea while working down in Bexhill (South East England). No, none of that. Just a pain in the backside of a van.

I left at 5am last Monday, and all was going well, until suddenly on the M23 the fan-belt snapped. This was at 7.20am, and we pulled over and waited 2 hours for the AA to recover us just off the motorway into a layby. We got dropped off and waited 2 more hours for recovery to a garage, in the town of Crawley. Crawley which became more like home.

We left it at a service centre for the best part of the day and went and explored Crawley, which turned out to be a very good shopping town. I managed to buy 3 pairs of jeans as well priced at a tenner, and one for £7.50.

The garage did a new fanbelt, and did a small repair to the raditator, where a piece had flew off when hit by the fanbelt. This was a temp repair though until my Dad got a new rad. So we head off, and arrive 50 miles later in Bexhill at 6.30pm (the town/village where my Dad is working on a house).

We'd already lost a days work, so instead of leaving Tuesday night, it'd now be Wednesday night. So we did what we had to do, I got sore hands, bruises and realised the carpentry trade is not my thing (but I did have a feeling about that a few years ago). It's so much easier sitting behind a radio desk pushing some buttons and playing music!

We left Wednesday night, to head home. All is going well, until just before the M23, and the fan-belt breaks again. We crawled our way into a layby and then used the good old Sat Nav to guide us to a Motel (thank god for that equipment!). And guess where we'd landed. Only bloody Crawley again!

It was too late to head to a garage, so we arrived at the Premier Travel Inn, just as the van was overheating. And then, the disbelief when they had no rooms.

"Looks like we're kipping in the van son" said my Dad.

And then, we were told there was another Inn just round the corner, so we grabbed a taxi with our bags and headed there. This was more modern, but the rooms were pricey (£53.95) and that didn't include breakfast. But it was somewhere to sleep thank the lord.

Thursday arrives, and we plan what we'll do. The AA won't recover us home because we're on Roadside only, and to upgrade was £93 and then it only starts 24 hours later. We head back to the garage where we originally went, and they said the fan belt wheels are totally out of line, and they can't do a thing. My Dad asks them to put it on anyway, the shredded old belt, just so we can tottle around Crawley.

That breaks. We crawl to a business park and look for a garage, and then find one eventually which does van repairs. They wanted £45 an hour and wouldn't be able to do it until Friday. So, my Dad trys to join Green Flag recovery, and after being told we could wait until midnight and be recovered home, we thought great!

Our hopes were raised, he paid and we was told breakdown would come within the hour. And then they turned round and said because it was the same breakdown we couldn't get recovered home at midnight. So that fucked us over. Sitting in the van, my Dad spent 45 minutes on a mobile to them, aruguing and telling them to honour what they said. They refused, and claimed in the recorded call, the women never said any of what she DID actually say. Bastards.

My Dad cancelled his membership, 1 hour after signing up. And we were still stuck. In Crawley, sitting in the motel/pub car park.

"We're never gonna get home" I said.

We booked into the original motel we rolled up at for a night, again costing £53.95 and luckily I had the 360 with me and set this up for a nights gaming. We went to the pub, had a meal and some pints and I played more 360. My Dad ensure he'd booked the van into that £45 an hour repair garage as we needed to get it repaired otherwise we'd never get home.

Friday comes. The van is left at the garage at 8am, and they estimate 6 hours work. After leaving our room at Noon, we head into Crawley, and shopped. Or is that looked? I got a new shirt and hoody for more bargain prices, and a book and magazine and we loitered around Crawley town and in the shopping mall, like refugees with no homes.

On a side note, lots of fit girls around. Anyway, 2pm arrives and we prayed the garage would call to say its fixed. Phone rings, they can't find the problem and how to resolve it. Thats it, we're doomed.

We get a call an hour later saying they're now sorting the issue, but its really tough and its a fairly big job, but they say come 6pm it'll be finished. Hurrah.

We wait and wait in the town until 6pm comes, grab a taxi to the garage, and there just finishing up. They test run it, all is fine. We're finally heading home

Or was we? £268 was paid out, and we left Crawley at last. We got 30 miles onto the M25, and there was a massive bang. We pulled over into the hard shoulder, and the fan belt wheels were now hanging. We're cursed. My Dad and I stare in utter disbelief.

Luckily, we'd joined the RAC that afternoon, by one of those men in the streets. Now recovery happens 24 hours after joining, so we thought theres no way we're getting home. But oddly enough, the RAC never mentioned anything, the breakdown truck arrived 2 hours, a whole 1 1/2 hours after it was due, thanks to traffic.

The guy jumps out.

"Off to Solihull aren't you" in a cockney accent like no other.

Me and my Dad look at each other. Has our luck started? The van gets hooked onto the truck, we jump in the cab. Here we go. Home.

My Dads mobile rings, the RAC are calling.

"Oh shit, there gonna have realised, and we'll only be taken within a 10 mile radius".

A big sigh of relief when they asked if they've arrived and to confirm we were on our way.

I then sat in the back of a drafty breakdown truck, freezing my arse off, for a 2 /12 hour joruney home. In dire need of a piss, cold, listening to a cockney and his wife/girlfriend (who we assumed was his daughter because she looked about my age). Turns out she was pregnant. My Dad and I sniggered in the back.

We're come home. He kept muttering to me that'll they'll call and tell the driver to turn back and drop us back on the hard shoulder because we'd only joined within 24 hours. But someone made a cockup. But we got home. 12 Midnight comes and we arrived back. At last.

I lost 3 days worth of coursework and Club Skill work, and have had enough of sitting on hard shoulders and roadsides to last me a lifetime. A tip, get roadside recovery before you break down. We'd have been back Tuesday night, but it was now Saturday morning.

I got to bed at 4am. What a week. I got paid £50, missed my brothers birthday, nearly missed my sisters birthday (which is today), and missed my radio show. All because of a fan belt and some dodgy wheels.

Oh and no valentines cards. What is this world coming too?

Now, how exactly do we get the van back to Crawley to be repaired?

Crikey, I thought I posted Friday, but obviously it never did.

So yeah, my birthday. Wasn't great, very sad on the night, and I've had a tough weekend helping my Nan.

I also got lots of money though, which I'm sure will go towards lots of great stuff. Anyway, I'm off until Wednesday, working away with my Dad down in the South East. Lots of grafting to be done as we renovate this bungalow, so I'll be back later in the week to update you on the weekend and birthday gone by!

Cheerio.

I got my hair cut at last! See the result in my profile image on the left.

Only an hour until my birthday, but I'll talk more about my birthday tomorrow in my journal. Today I went back to college after my two day flu, coughing and spluttering all over the place and missing a deadline for some report.

Ah well, half term is a stones throw away. Which brings me onto Valentines Day. Would you rather be at college/school or would you rather be hiding away at home?

Despite it being a day for couples etc, it's almost tempting to see if any girls say anything, or if you get any random cards sneaked in. Maybe someone desperate?

Gutted then, that its half term, but leave your opinions below on Valentines Day and if this year, you'll be the loved one.

The solider has returned.

And he's not bruised or injured. Just god damn achy! Paintballing was excellent, although one of the games was pretty sub par mainly because my bollocks (testicles for those Americans) ached.

I went kitted out in 2 pairs of jeans and joggers, and about 6 tops. I managed to last with 200 paintballs all day which was pretty conservative of me. Instead of going trigger happy, I prefered to go slow and sneak up on the bases and what not.

I got hit around 4 times, most rebounded though, and only one did hurt at the top of my leg. Wasn't as bad as I thought.

When your trapped between some barrels in a village and surrounded by enemies firing, and its just me and my other teammate AND my gone has broke, it got a little scary. The bullets roundbounding off the barrels was truly unreal and quite scary. You really do feel the adernaline rush.

I think the fortress and village levels were my favourite with capture the flag coming a close third. The afternoon games I feel were spoilt by the influx of small kids having a birthday party, but the morning ones with just us lot were much better!

The last game culiminated in a standoff between most of the opposition and around 5 of us, who'd been hiding in a trench, which wasn't deep, so we had to really lye down. I crawled and crawled on my hands to avoid being seen, and ended up out the arena. By the time I got back in an enemy saw me and peppered me at close range (which surprisngly didn't hurt as much as I thought it would!). And then it was left to Alex and 3 others to hold them off for 2 minutes, while around 20 of them approached. Nevertheless they stood ground and survived (how I don't know!), and we won the days championship

So yeah, good day, glad it was winter, because running around in summer with lots of layers would really make you hot.

Possibly the worst thing that happened, was my friend lighting a grenade, and the bastard thing not working properly and exploding in his hands with me stood next to him. These grenades are seriously ear piercing, my ears almost blew off, and were ringing for hours.

But I've survived, I'll live to see another day.

Only a short entry today. I'm coming down with this winter bug which seems to be affecting most of the West Midlands and typically its arrived at an inconvient time.

Tomorrow is paintballing. I was shitting myself and still am, but after looking at some images and reading about the games, it sounds like bloody good fun.

So yeah, a battered and bruised Rob may post a journal tomorrow (if I've not died in battle).

Thankgod, the bitch has left!

No, my female dog didn't die. And no, my sister hasn't left home. But my ultra crap Wednesday Media teacher, Marie has disappeared

Last week she was 'ill' and this week, the Head of Media taught us and said she's found work elsewhere. Woot! No more boring lessons, where she doesn't know how to teach, and we end up falling asleep.

Granted having the Head of Media, isn't great, he's slightly sharp and we'll have to work a little harder, but at least we'll learn. And those 6 hour Wednesday theory lessons will be a little more exciting.

Moving on then, today the class seemed to get closer. Not in the sense of close, but we seemed to gel better. People are slowly dropping out, and today the 9 of us, and the 6 of us in the computer lesson this afternoon got on well.

We sat chatting to each other, telling stories and generally conversation flowed between everyone except one or two people. It finally seems like I'm making new mates. The bus ride home with Matt and Laura was funny; watching aload of 10 year old or so chavs with there bitches, talking like a chav would, and generally acting like complete and utter pricks. Comical to say the least...

As Laura said, we're the trio for the bus. Made me feel welcome anyway. Hopefully in the coming weeks, I'll talk to more people, I mean I speak to around 2 already most lessons, but the others I've not bothered with. Yet!

I sit here now in two frames of mind. My birthday is next Friday, Paintballing on Sunday (and I'm shitting myself at the thought) and generally college is enjoyable.

But then I think, how average my social life is. We do the odd things now and again, but I want to do more things. Take for instance, a best friend of mine, who is heading to the pub this Friday with some other people from college. I want to go to the pub! I'm underage, but you hear everyone at college talking about the events after a good night out. And I rarely do that.

Still no point resting on my laurels. I need to ensure I get out and do these things a teenager does, without acting like a pratt and beating people up. And it may enable me to meet more girls...but thats another story.

I won the Euro Millions!

Only £23.40, which was for matching 3 numbers plus the lucky star. Odds were 1:556 and to be honest, thats a pretty measly amount, when £100 million was going begging this week.

Well it was my first time playing the lottery, and I only spent £3. so its a nice cash extra. Anyhow, thats my journal. Short and sweet.

Today I nearly got mugged.

An innocent person like me, walking through the park from college to Solihull Town Centre. I was let out early at 4pm, and foolishly decided to walk through the park.

However, after doing my laces up (which proved to be a good thing in the end), I carried on walking, and noticed some Muslims in hoodies acting weird. They were hiding in the bushes, and instantly, I knew I was there next target.

So two of them bowled over and proceeded to say:

"Give me everything you got". Course, I'm not stupid enough to hand over my phone and wallet so I said 'No' and proceeded to run. Like fucking mad.

Now. I have asthma. My energy levels suck. But this was a matter of being knifed or robbed. Something or other.

So I ran. And ran. And then realised it had gone quiet. No longer could I hear shouting from behind, with them just a hand away; they'd now stopped chasing me.

Phew. So I turned round to check, and the coast was clear. I took a well deserved drink, and got my breath back before proceeding to walk on. My heart was pumping like crazy.

So, nearly robbed. Muslims are the scum of the town now, they hang around in gangs from the inner city suburbs of Birmingham and terrorise us white people. My Mum contacted Crimestoppers or something, and they said they'd send someone round to speak after 6pm. But no one turned up.

Still my Mum made it clear, Asian gangs are becoming a major problem in the park, and although it sounds racist, most of them are the ones propositioning white people, especially the vulnerable like myself.

Man they piss me off.

Police do patrol, but not frequently, but they said they'd look into getting more. I bloody well hope so!

My Dad had this crazy idea of doing a setup, where they send me out alone, and then follow behind, or hide somewhere, to see if the Muslim hoodies do it again. I said we won't have a chance, Muslims are the domiant figure in the college now, there pushy, arguementative and just laugh at the police, basically pissing on there authority, when the police ever question them in the park.

What is this country coming to eh?

And then to top the night off, my Dad said my Nan was back in hospital with bad kidneys and low levels of iron in her blood or something. Again. So all is not good.

I'm tired, chesty, annoyed and still slightly bemused. Still I didn't resort to violence, which may have meant repurcussions in the future, but I'm not strong minded anyway, so I just ran. Like my instinct told me too.

If only that bloke walking his dog would have done something. Fool.

Note to self: Do not install an old PC game late at night. You'll only get hooked.

And that is exactly what happened when I installed the rather rare, Traffic Giant. Cue the laughs.

The aim of the game then, is to use your super silky skills to ensure the transportation in your city is well, doing what it's meant to do. Which means building bus, train, monorail, tram lines to transport people around the cities. And of course you get



That picture doesn't do the game justice, but it gives you a little look at how the game is. Now it may be 5 years old, but I re-installed this classic because I felt I'd never fully created a comprehensive transport system. So here we are in 2006, and I'm now making what I want to be a bustling hub of activity in a city.

Back to the note to self, it didn't help I was playing the game until 2am, with college today as well! I'll probably get bored of this eventually, but its one of thsoe games you want to revisit to complete properly!

I can't do a journal entry without a mention of females. I was on the bus home today, and I looked at this girl a few times at the bus stop. When I got off the bus, I watched the bus drive past and coped this girl looking at me. Read into it, as you will! Still gave me something to smile about!

Oh yeah, I arrived home and my report had arrived. Excellent ticks in each of the sections, and the comments did justice for both Media and ICT (with me being at a Grade B for IT). Attendence was 100% and 96% respectively which is excellent as well. Overall the best report I've had since I was in Infant school (and that was many many years ago!).

Boring.

Shit.

Dead.

Just some of the words to describe this weekend. As you know, last weeks was pretty awful. This week, although I'm at home with a 360 and PC, I'm bored.

Some might think I'm an ungrateful git, but theres only so much 360 you can play before you start feeling sick.

I wouldn't mind going out into Solihull or chilling at someones, but everyones busy. So I'll probably watch some ITV shite downstairs, where they literally force money out of you.

And then...who knows. Sunday will be equally as boring one can assume. Although the weekends are a nice break, they can be awfully shite at the same time. Sometimes I wish I had something to fill the day with, even college can entertain thee (Ah, Chris Holmes infection).

And no, no number, no phonecall. Mentioning no names of course. Moving on please...

Ok. I know. I shouldn't be saying this.

But I'm giving Meg more time. Turns out today that the girl who is passing my number still hasn't spoke too or seen her.

Last week, I said to myself, forget it. Today I'm giving it longer again. But why?! It's like an ongoing saga which refuses to end. I was all about to give up, then I find out she still has not got my number. 3 weeks after I initally gave it to this girl.

Although I sat at the bus stop this morning, and a lightbulb flashed in my head; I could picture her again. And she was quite attractive. So my instincts told me to carry on pursuring it/her.

Mind you, I'm kinda forgetting it all anyway, because I get my hopes up, and jackshit happens. Someone once said:

"Expect her to contact you when you 'least' expect it". This words give me more morale. but how long can you leave these things before it gets stale...

Anyway, less of that talk for now. I can't wait to drive now. Only 3 weeks until I can start learning in my car (Ford Fiesta) and it'll be great to practice over the half term. I'm gonna head back to the Xbox 360. I'm bored shitless.

My weekend was shite.

I spent it at my Nans which doubles up as spending time with my Dad. However with her illness, we tend to stay at hers now, rather than with him and the evil control freak (his other half).

Anyway, Friday night, he decides to go out on the piss to Solihull, and arrived home at 3.45am. I heard him arrive back at the time, and then dozed off. 4am comes, and I heard the TV blasting downstairs and the doors banging. And then a conversation. Or arguement.

Turned out, he was on the mobile to Karen (the partner), who was bitching that he hadn't arrived home at 1am. So fucking what, he's not even staying at hers. Cue the arguement, with him saying she's a control freak (or words to those effects). Good on him I say.

Anyway, that carried on for a while, I could make out that she hadn't slept because she was worrying, and that he couldn't be trusted. Then silence. Hurrah, she's fucked off the phone.

*Ring Ring* goes my Nans house phone. Now it was around 4.30am, and my Nans phone is loud. It has to be for her to hear it. She also has phones in the living room and bedroom aside from the hall. So naturally, she picks it up, half asleep, and Karen is on the other end asking for my Dad.

"Is Steve there" she asks. My Nan starts asking her where he is, is he o.k. etc, she didn't realise he was actually back. So she wakes my Nan up, who in a panic got up and starts shouting and checking around, and she's not exactly agile anymore with her legs.

Then the bitch rang the phone again. This time it turns out my sister had woke as well, although I didn't realise at the time until the next morning. My Dad answered it and starting really shouting, every other word being a profanity. I lay there laughing, it was 4.30am and the whole house was awake including the cats and dog.

Karen threatened to return to her ex, which got my Dad really worked up and they parted on bad terms. I thought 'Woot', this is the end.

Today however, he had arranged to go shopping with her and us and her kids to the big shopping centre a few miles away from here. Naturally me and my sister groaned at the thought; but it turned out her car wouldn't start. So she threatened to go off to Solihull instead and walk there. So of course my Dad is suggesting alternatives like a taxi, but Karen was trying to make him feel guilty.

Basically she's a patranising cow. They carried on, we went off in the van to Merry Hill as planned with it close approaching 3pm, and the shops shut at 5!

So yeah, long rant, but she's a control freak. And my Dad's always moody around her etc. Pisses me off, but still, they'll make up sometime. But I thought this was the end with my Dad speaking real words on Saturday morning.

Anyway, I got a new pair of jeans and a new top which is good because I can finally stop rotating 3 pairs of jeans through the week for college!

Oh, before you ask, exam was easy. Girl didn't call, she was absent from school. More soon.

Thursday already. Where did the week go?

I'm writing another of these because frankly I'm bored. It's been a slow news day, so I thought I'd sit down and write a journal and bore you some more.

So what has happened since the last entry? Not much.

I figure yesterday was a nice day, both weatherwise and what I did. It was a day off, which broke down the week nicely, thanks to an Inset day at the college. So we chilled and went to the bowling alley before heading for a carvery at the pub later on in the evening.

So that was good. But today, back to a bitterly cold day, early start, nearly slipping over in the park on the frost, falling asleep in lessons and the usual crap. Thank god I left at 11.40am.

Back here at home, it's well boring. Whenever I want food, there never appears to be any in. Say I want crisps or cake right now, but the only thin we have are some cheap chilli tortilla crisps, which are rough.

So, I'll wait until tea this evening to get a fill of food, before I decide the plan of action for food tonight. Because I do get peckish late at night!

Tomorrow is the ICT exam at 2pm. So I can have a nice lye in, do some last minute revision before heading off to the exam. Shouldn't be a tough day, but nevertheless an exam ensues, and of course no one likes exams...do they?

Want an update on the girl? Well she's not contacted me. I'm giving it until the end of the week, and then I give up. Although someone at college said keep trying, because thats the only way to make things happen. Erm. Right. Thanks Martin.

For now then, cheerio.

I'm anxious.

I'm fairly tired after a long day at college, but I'm being left biting my nails. Will she or won't she?

Oh, you know what I'm talking about, right? Remember...that girl, I passed my number on. Well apparently she's going to text me this week. Somehow I'm fearing the worst, and the longer its being left, the more I'm becoming anxious.

A week as well in which I have a lovely AS ICT exam at the end of the week, which although I'm fairly good at IT; I'm not exactly looking foward to it. Compensation perhaps, that tomorrow I have the day off.

A day off to chill with some mates and enjoy myself, before the monotonous weekend. Weekends would be so much better if I had a girlfriend. Perhaps.

Either way, I won't mope around, I'll lye low, but the waiting is starting to get to me. One must wonder...

In other news, a girl stacked it on the bus today. Which was amusing, because she was half asleep, was trying to pay her fare by picking out all the coins in her purse, only to realise she'd lost her student card. And then the roundabout. She's not holding onto anything, standing right by the drivers cab, round the sharp bend we go, and she topples with a rather funny expression and noise.

But what has our day and age come too? No one offered to help her. We just stood there, silent; although I'm sure someone wanted to laugh. I mean, what an arse right, I just carried on staring at the floor, while she was struggling around. Gone are the days of offering help, or a simple 'Are you o.k?'.

Lunchtime would have actually been good, if not for the gale force winds which gave a nasty chill to the air. Try eating a cone of chips when the wind is blowing, its awfully hard. And then I nearly lost a Coffee Merangue from Morrisons along with a bottle of cheap Energy drink, which I only brought because it was 79p for 1 litre. It tastes shite though. Serves me right I guess...

Anyway, this is possibly my longest journal entry so far, but I bet no one reads it! Haha.

So yeah, I'll sign off for now. And wait....

Well, back at college, it feels refreshing infact to be back, I'm prepared for the challenges that face me this term.

It's not until you go back, you realise that you actually miss the feeling of being there and around other people.

Anyway, a followup to New Years Eve. Thanks to my good friend Zak, he's passed my phone number onto a girl who knows the girl I fancy (complex I know).

It'll go any of these ways:

a) She's interested
b) She's not
c) She has a boyfriend
d) She can't be arsed to phone

So, now I play the waiting game, and hope she gets in contact. If not I'll be a very unhappy person.

Bank Holiday Monday already, and college is nearly upon me for another term. The festive season is all but over, sadly for another year.

However it went out with a bang on New Years Eve, with the best party ever. Midnight came and for 10 minutes we went mental; cheering, hugging etc. It was unreal.

I got pretty pissed, as you do. Initally I'd felt a bit ill in the day, and wasn't planning on drinking as much as I'd hope too. However once Midnight came and went, I suddenly just downed those beers like anything.

Cue the dancing DJ then. While loads of people were either leaving or sobering up at 2am, I was dancing to various songs; and I'd never dream of dancing sober.

Then I joined in with some girls, the highlight of the night aside from Midnight, being me and 4 girls linking arms and singing our hearts (or attempting too), to Robbie Williams and Angels.

'Does an angel, contemplate my kiss'? Well my angels certainly were that night. I'd never felt close to so many girls before (because I never am usually), but that night, I did rather fancy one of the girls, or maybe two. Or three. Ahem.

I did contemplate a kiss, but I bottled out. Still I was left with a great feeling afterwards. I mean how often do girls complement my coat?....

In all fairness though, with more time and if I wasn't starting to fall asleep in the garage at 4am, then I would have perhaps given one of them my number. But hey, theres always the next party.

Bring it on! Oh and Happy New Year!

It's Christmas Eve *gulp*. Once again we're approaching what is supposed to be the best day of the year!

I did some last minute shopping today. It only took me an hour and a half including the bus trip there and back! Solihull streets were busy, but the shops were dead, shockingly.

So there we go. I'm on a break from Club Skill for the next few days (I deserve a rest right?). Time to enjoy Christmas Day itself, and then get depressed on Boxing Day when it's all over and the sales start.

So whatever your up too, Merry Christmas and enjoy the day!

If only. Actually this time, my entry doesn't revolve around women.

I'm watching Bend It Like Beckham, which is such a funny film. I love films with Asians for some reason. I'm guessing its because of the humour involved, and the way they are portrayed.

Anyway, I forgot to mention last Fridays gathering at Alex's. It included consumption of over 44 beers and lots of fun drunken sessions on Super Smash Brothers Melee. I lost the tournement, but I blame the drink. Ahem. To top it all off, I downed a death charge (pint of beer, shot of whiskey dunked in, and downed in 1 go). Amazingly, aside from feeling a bit sick, I didn't get any more drunk, and no hangover next morning!

Last night we tried to see King Kong. It started at 8.50pm and we arrived at 9.15pm, only to find it was sold out. I'd already had a fit before, when the suggestion was not too bother going; when I'd spent time organising it and said to my mother, that I wouldn't see it with her in the day. So King Kong will have to wait for another day.

If you haven't got Condemned and you own a 360, get it! It's a fanastic, but very creepy game. Never in my life has something made me jump so much. Take one section where I opened a cupboard which usually contain medikits and are pretty safe; and a women jumped out at me. Because of the way the screen blurs and you get a big red scratch mark, and the noise; it really does make you jump.

Infact I'm having to play the games in small doses. Yesterday I actually had to switch it off quarter of the way through Chapter 5 because my heart couldn't take anymore. Infact I'm such a wuss, I won't play it late at night. Still I play it when its dark in the early evening (with the lights off to make it creepier!). I've never played a game quite like this, and if you don't shit yourself when caught unaware, you should get it!

Anyway, Christmas is coming. Our special Gameplay Xmas Episode will be recorded tomorrow. And I'm still not in a big Christmas mood. Still I'll update the journal later tomorrow or Christmas Eve!

Peace out.

I'm blonde!

Well, not entirely. I've had some nice highlights, for a change, and to see if I attract more women. Hopefully.

The girl who did it, Louise, was fit. Seriously. Bronze skin, nice arse, tits, face, personality. Shame her boyfriend was sitting in the living room. Well he left after a while...thank the lord.

We ended up discussing how crap Coronation Street now was, and about learning to drive. She fiddled with my hair while I watched TV, and after an hour invited me upstairs...




...to the bathroom. Where she did a nice blow and dry. Well hair wash. A very nice one.

So yeah, the result, nice blonde highlights. And me in dream world again about a girl I've met.

Oh yeah, and £20 for setting a printer up, and connecting Broadband. Result!

So its one week since the last journal. One week since that fit girl was on the bus. Was she there this week? No.

Ah well. I've had lots of things over the past week including a massive presentation in Media yesterday. After dreading it, ours ended up being the best one and the teacher couldn't stop praising it.

She went on to say our radio advert we made was the best ever one anyone has made at college (and I did most of the editing ;p).

Not long until the holidays (next Tuesday infact), however theres a few full days of hardcore work between now and then including 2 essays and ICT coursework deadlines. Hurrah!

Anyway, I'm off to see Exorcism of Emily Rose in a few minutes with my Uncle who kindly offered to take me, after my friends refused to see it on Friday (pussys!).

Over and out.

What a day.

Firstly, thanks to those people at college telling me we didn't start until 9.25am and my eyes for misreading the date on the College Bulletin. So I arrived late, claiming we started late, but of course, thats next week. Ah well..

At least I only suffered 5 hours of the awful Marie and the theory Media lesson. She is boring, enough said.

I departed to make my way to the bus stop, through the dodgy park and the town centre and ended up waiting 40 minutes for a bus w