Blarghshhzzzzlen!

Gah! That is the word to describe everything right now. Okay, first of all, I'm having major issues with my writing style just now. Not only with the novel I am working on, but with the way I come across in these blogs, so excuse me for the moment while I go absolutely nuts and just write things as they come into my head, literally.

Ok, you know what isn't fun? Trying to create this damn blog post and the page taking nearly a whole minute to load. It's quite sad because the days of yore I used to be happy when a page loaded in under a minute, and now apparently the average time an internet user is expected to wait patiently for a page to load before getting really furstrated is 4 seconds! Have we become an impatient people? Hell no, it's just when you are provided with a service or item that you are subject to for a good while and you get used to it, when its suddenly taken away from you or temporarily unable, you will go crazy because I think humans like regularity.

In fact, when I was in work today, I spoke about how people like routines to my coworker Emily, and she seemed to agree. I like it when I find out something vaguely interesting, and then store it away in my brain for months before finally getting to use it in a conversation and come across like I know all about the subject. But that wouldn't work all the time, not without the followup, which is what I like to call the divert. You are talking about something, and then you can finally join into the conversation with this cool little tidbit, and as soon as you've exhausted your knowledge with that impressive line, you are then in charge of the conversation and you MUST steer it away towards something you DO know about else you will look quite the fool.

Man, I'm typing really fast today, I really don't know why I'm letting myself write and/or publish this [Well, publishing is yet to be seen but if I type fast enough I'm sure not to think about it too much and do it anyway] but I will because I fancy a bit of a change from the normal.

Those of you into music, and yes there are people out there who like it, should do well and follow my advice and follow this absolutely incredible link which will lead you to this artist on Myspace [Or Myretardedsitethatsnowbeenovershadowedbyfacebook] which IS crap but still holds it own for getting new artists heard. Anyway, as I was saying, this guy is awesome; he released a song or two a couple of years ago which I thought were quite good if a little poppy, but he disappeared, only to resurface quite recently and unnoticeably with a song in the film 'Step Up' called 'Made' but now he's back, with a brand new accompanying band called 'The Town' with a pretty damn amazing song called 'Weeping Willow' which is only a demo but is incredibly moving and peaceful without being boring or monotonous. Please, it's only 4 minutes of your life but you'll either love me for it or never have to trust another link of mine again, both which will benefit you in the long run. And of course, the guys name, is Jamie Scott, here is his link Music dat good stuff

And also, talking of Step Up [You'll get the reference after you watched it], here's a stupidly criminal piece of youtube viewing that even though its terrible, made me laugh for the girls humour contained inside it. It's a spoofed doll enacted version of Final Destination 4. Give it a bit of a try, listen through the first quarter, as only then does it get more funny. It's also a bit slapstick too, but in a good way.



I did some good stuff today. I did nearly 2 hours of solid revision. Then I donated to my friends Race for Life fund. And then thats it, but I also really want to donate some blood too after reading a friends blog post. He said how it made him feel ever so slightly special, which it does, but I have already given blood from my college days, and I know it wasn't the least bit horrible. The only thing that bugged me was not being able to bend my freaking arm until they got the blood out of me, which was about 10 minutes and the only thing I wanted to do that whole time was bend it so badly, and I couldn't cos the needle would have snapped inside me or spilt out or ripped my vein... ACK even thinking about it gives me the creeps, but still I would do it again. So I'm not in that blood type which is so special but my blood still matters! I hope I saved a life with mine, and just knowing in the back of your mind that somebody actually relied on your donation to survive gives me and everyone who does it a satisfying feeling. Anybody up for doing a donation, even after I made it sound so cool?