parting is such sweet sorrow

this is proably the last blog post i will every do on this blog, the samester on this class is over and i will not have blogging class after this date, therefore there is no need for me to contiue this blog, i would like to say i will contiue it anyway and i might post things here and there but al in all i most likly will forget all about this blog and for good reson, no one is out there listening to me, thats the truth no one cares and why should you im just a 16 year old boy from paisly writeing his life and feeling into a web page, people will come and go but no-one will stay and thats the truth in life, i'm not one to be very open with my feelings and this is due to years of perfecting the art of reclucing memories, i have a very dark past which if you were intellegent you could probably pick up on in this blog through reading between the lines of my posts, evryone writes about what they truely feel, wther it's through a story about a boy who hate christmas or a complait about smoking there are clues to who i really am instide, i dont pretend to be spechal or unice, i arrived on this plant and made absolutly no impression on it, the sun did not rise from the south the day i was born and why should it nothing chages i live and i will die and there will be nothing to say that i exsited on this earth and that is probaly for the best, there have been milliouns of people before me and there will be millions after, i am a spek on the tapestry of the world who will one day be ssimply brussed off, no-one really care who i am , or where i come from because i will not be here forever, no one should care about me, im not intersting, i dont look for pitty or sympathy or empathy and i dont like it, shit happens , sometimes people get an unfair amount of shit happen to them, sometimes people live in hell and have to suffer it day in day out and there's nothing they can do about it, but after a while one learns to taste the bitter as the sweet, the idea that someone whould make any impression on the world whatsoever is ludicrouse, people forget and why not why should they rember a rather depressed person , i cannot simply open up to people, people need to relise for themselfs and if they dont understand then so what, who gives a fuck what anyone els thinks, acepance is something evryone craves no matter who you are, i dont care how much you protest and say you dont you do evryone whats to be beloved by people and unfortunatly some people just arnt, some people have a very depressing life but put on a brave face evry day because some people have to stay cheery throughout, somepeople are the guys evryone els gose to with there problams and whatnt to tell them about there horrid life but you know what , so people do have horrid lives so get over yourselfs,=s guess what you get to go round a friends house when you want to and you get to socilise with poeple cos the friend you soclise and go out with live 2 minuets from your house, i live 400 miles from my friend who i soclise with, do you never wonder why i'm on fbook on fridays and saturday nights no do you buggry, i've to listen to you rattle on that you cant see people cos there ill, i dont see people cos it would take my 8 hours to see people, never ask how i'm doing never fucking care you just want someone to bitch to when you think life is tough, and i am not saying people have the hardist lifes ever but guess what they have a fucking harder life they you, and i'm not complaining about my life because i get on with it, ok i may not be able to deal with it in the perfect way but i have my way of dealing with it, some people would say that my way is bad but fuck you cos it's the only way i can, so dont pasronise me and dont sympathy me cos in years to come i will die and i will be erased from this world, the day i die the sun will still rise from the east and set in the west.
 Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

Lets rise up against them...

... and write a strongly worded complaints letter, complaining is something I do relish the idea of doing, I have many a time complained in a restrant to the waiter about the food not being hot enough, or it not being edible, or that his series was just not up to scratch, it hasn’t got me anything, apart from a since of extract and a £5 gift voucher for lidil when I complained about finding meal worms in my lasagne sheet ( though this was not redeemable against alcoholic products so what’s the bloody point in giving it to me, but complaining needs to be done, if we don’t complain other will get the same treatment, there’s no use in saying simply “ I won’t go there again” you need to find that manger and tell him exactly why you won’t go there again, if your food is late in a restrant go find the lazy waiter and question WHY your food in not at your table, it does work , I have managed to get the food on my table much faster by simply enquiring where the hell it is, I that same waiter or waitress leaves the dirty plates on your table for more than 10  mines then gather them up oneself and march over to the main desk or head waiter and place them in his hands saying “ thank you, if you haven’t knot aced by now , we are in fact finished with these” it works, you need to be rude, it’s their job to do this, if at your work you didn’t do something you boss wanted you to do would your boss just go “oh too I don’t want to be rude so I just won’t say anything” no he’d march into your office and demand that work, and this is what you have to do when you’re the one forking out your hard earned money for the serves you deserve that best, by law when you enter a resonant and sit down you enter into a contract with the restrnate that you are paying for food and for a serves, if ether of theirs things are less than satisfactory you don’t have to pay the whole bill, also in a restrant when it comes to leaving a tip PEOPLE NEED TO WAKE UP, a tip is simply an EXTRA for the waiter for doing an exseptnal job, NOT for doing a crap job NOT for simply doing the job there already paid for, a tip should only be paid if they go above and beyond their duty of serves, I have been a waiter and I got tips when I didn’t really deserve it, I also got tips when I did deserve it and I know the difference, I have also given tips to waiters who have been very attentive and done very well, so I’m not cheap heartless bastard who simply doesn’t want to pay any more than I have too, I simply know when to tip and not to tip. 

Scotland for the brave

The vote for independance

the refrendum is happening now, in 2014, but till then there will be debates and desisions to be made
over the next few week i'll prob keep a up to date blog on oncuring circumstances

i think that at this prestent moment i will yote yes

though at the current i am 16 and canot vote though thats anough debate wheter younger people should have the vote
i disagree although i am muture enough to vote i know 16 year olds i know lots of 16 year olds who should never be given the vote as they are ignront and stupid

I would like to offical apoligise for the lack of blog today, you deserve more of an effort but the class have been playing an internet game and it's you go on wikipidia, press random, and race to follow links to see who can get to hitler first. i will write more later

Achol ( cant think of something funny might think of one later then i'll change it )

For the record before I get into all this I am 16, I am an above average student and not a chav or something els simmer

But I do drink alcohol and will continue to drink alcohol now till I die

My parents didn’t introduce me to alcohol, the first time I had alcohol was with my friends on the local golf course at night, I took a 4 pack of cider and a hip flask of gin & ginger, I was not given the alcohol by anyone but rather I have the advantage of looking almost identical to my older brother who is 19, needless to say I am able to use this to my advantage and it means no-one needs to buy alcohol for me. But that was when I was 15 I am now 16 my parent knows I drink and I’m able to drink responsibly, due to my build I am able to hold my alcohol well, and I rarely get so drunk that I and crawling on the floor, mostly I’m am sinning the entire soundtrack to Chicago with my other drunken mates, the worse thing I have ever done drunk was broke my ankle pole danceing when intoxicated  (something I would not recommend)  but generally I am responsible when drinking and also I have good friends who keep me responsible when drinking, but now people do say that giving kids alcohol is bad which I somewhat agree, giving some kids alcohol is bad if there little cunts, but I am responsible enough to buy, drink and enjoy alcohol some don’t punish everyone cos there are a few shits, in the young people can drink responsibly, a few bad apples DOSE NOT spoiled the bunch.

The boy who hated Christmas --- a Dr Seuss x-mas

I’ll tell you a story

One I’m sure you’ve been told

About a boy who hated Christmas

And was 16 years old

He lived in a town

On a cold mounted top

A town like no other

It was called plip plop

Oh the people you meet

In that small hill town

Are pleasant and friendly

And never feel down

But the boy however

Who lived in that place

Did not like the season

And frowned with his face

You see, people in plip plop

Liked Christmas a lot

They rejoiced in the days

It made hearts trot

They hung pooks from the ceiling

And zooks on the door

And out in the streets

They hung so much more

For In the main square

There was a sight to be saw

There were lights all around

Not one did withdraw

But back to our boy

Our story’s about

The boy who hates Christmas

And always would pout

The boy had no features

And didn’t say much

But would grumble and moan

And walk about on a crutch

As he walked through that town

Way way up high

He grumbled to him self

And let out a sigh

And the thing he would grumble

As he walked along

Would offend a lot of people

They think he is wrong

But the people of plip plop

Just didn’t care

About the boy in the crutch

Taking up all there air

Oh the things you can say

When you’re not herd

You can be just so sill

You can be so absurd

 You can talk about politics

You can have a real fit

You can talk about rubbish

You can say the word shit

But on this day

As he called Christmas a turd

A most dreadful thing happened

Someone over herd

“Christmas a trud

No don’t be absurd

How can you use

Such a terrible word

We won’t stand for this

In this hill top town

We’ll take him to the elders

That boy with the frown”

So they took the boy

Who walked with a crutch

To the top of the hill

And called for elder  Pluch

With a creak and a crack

The door it did open

The boy was summoned in

In front of elder PoePeePenn

The court had assemble

They had come straight away

To judge that boy

Who hated Christmas day

The oldest elder

Leaned over the table

“Now tell us why

Speak if you’re able”

Now the boy in the crutch

With a cough and a splutter

Looked at the elder

And this he did mutter

“I really hate Christmas

I hate it a lot

The whole fucking season

In this town of plip plop

I’m grumpy and miserable

In fact I’m a git

But you have to accept

That Christmas is shit

For first there are the cards

Packed up all tight

And I’m supposed to send one back

That’ll be bloody right

Then there’s the shopping

The terror the pain

And the twats with no manners

I think it’s a shame

Another’s the lights

In the streets and the cities

I quite hate them all

There really quite shifty

But the thing I hate most

Is that people do think

Is that they need to tell me

That not celebrating dose stinks

If I don’t want to celebrate

That my own bloody decision

And I hate all these people

In this plip plop prison

And the fact that I’m stuck here

Is simply pure luck

But the fact that you hate me

I don’t give a fuck

A Meal and a half --- A cooking carol

since it is Christmas i have decided to write this post in the style of Charles dickens, writer of probably the best Christmas story ever, this is my tribute.

Whilst walking into the local provisionary store, the single thought on my mind was of the delights in cooking one'self a Italian lasagna, the lasagna in question was a particular desire of mine throughout the week and i had planed to recreate the recipe used by the people of america and let the lasagna sit for a day till consumption so that the insides have a chance to congeal making a delightfully thick inside to it, but now as i browsed the supermarket, my basket gradually filling up with the various items , i saw the very ingredient that i required to complete my lasagna, the sheets of pasta them self, overcome with delight i rushed and picked up the very first box i could see, finishing my shopping having gathered the required ingredients, proceeding to the cashier, now exhilarated to make the feast for that nights late meal, i had already started counting my money, too existed to wait, this was building up to be a masterful dinner.

On arriving home i immediately turned the oven to it's maximum potential, this was key in preparing this bountiful meal, after a small time the kitchen was sinning, the aromas protruding delighted the senses, i could feel ones nose stretching forward to gather more of the heavenly sent, now that the preparation was completed the construction could begin, , now whilst layering the first set of pasta on the bottom of the dish i noticed that there were small black seeds baked into the pasta, this was the first time i had seen such a innovated way of improving the sheets, after slowly spooning the meat and cheese sauce on to the sheets and grating cheese on top to seal it i once again began the process of careful and precisely layer the sheets of pasta on top of the sause, once this stage was compleated i was relaxing with a drink when i knotice something was a miss, a pasta sheet was just moving every so slightly, then every so slightly more, then all of sudden emerging form within the lasagna was an ant, horrified i imediatly snaped the ant and discareded it into the bin, returning to the dish, my disgust was amplifiend to maximum copacity, for what i had mistook for seeds, were now wriggling about on top of the pasta, the sight sent me reeling, Mealworm lava infested the entire meal, shocked and dismayed i throw the dinner in the sunk and ran the tap to kill the tiny bugs, but in looking back to the counter i could see the wriggling all over the counter top, the box of sheets was infested by the things, and they were poring out, i had to stop one'self from vomiting, i expelled the box outside and exterminated them, and scrubbing every spot of the kitien, then had to clean one'self, i can still feel the wriggling on my skin to this very day.

My top 10 hits

This is a list of my top 10 favroute music as of this moment, thought might try and do something diffrent, ( this is a unofficial list due to the fact that i will just post first 10 things is see which i like,
I am only going to do one song from each artist to give you a bit more varation but some artists are better than others, so in no perticular order

1. The Who "You better you bet" 

   2. The Rolling Stones " Sympathy For The Devil"

   3. Queen "Hammer to fall"

    4. Kiss " Crazy crazy nights"

 

5. Dolly Parton " 9 to 5"

   6. David Bowie " Drive in Saturday" 

   7. The Police " Canary In A Coalmine"

   8. The Clash " Rudie Can't Fail"

  9. Toto " Hold the line"

   10. Rod Stewart " Motown song"

Not gonna lie, you don't know how long it took me to put these videos in.

Enjoy