Day four...

sort of.

the title of this blog is accurate in the fact that it is the fourth day i have posted however it is not the fourth day in a row, my ambition of a post everyday has epically fasiled truth be told.

so what has changed in my life since the last post; my page now has 4 views however i feel that none of those 4 people will have actually read it but more views is slightly inspiring. i have started my time at reading college and so far have had two lessons and a day off; hard work!

maths was unchallenging having already completed the first year of the course i am doing, and business well as my teacher said "this subject (business studies) is the study of businesses"

GLAD HE CLEARED THAT UP IN THE FIRST LESSON JUST IN CASE THE TITLE OF THE COURSE WAS A COMPLETE LIE! excuse the capital letters rant it was just annoying at the time.

my class "mates" seem decent shall we say, one fit girl in my business class may give her a go. maths has a special needs* boy and that was the most interesting thing about the lesson that day; lets face it adding surds is piss easy (unless you were the asian* kid sat at the front making it harder for yourself in your own head)

well that is all for today fair well bloggers, lets try and get 6 views by the time i next check in.






DISCLAIMER: * i have nothing against asian or special needs people i just thought that it deserved a mention.

day three

so its 5 in the morning and i havent slept; much too busy trying to impress a girl.

however the thoughts of my ex flood back almost every five minutes thats 25 times since midnight and i feel like im going insane, bundling up feelings and pushing them inside of yourself is not healthy. my recent alcohol and cigarette addictions show this clearly as well as my physical attitude having become more lazy shall we say

what to write next, i essentially just wanted to vent about my personal choice to be emotionless: being a cunt is not cool, however i am a stubborn cunt so will not change my ways.

day two

so my attempts to post everyday have been stopped by seemingly ridiculous reasons such as the "can'tbebothered" attitude and "justchilling". however at twenty to 3 on this fine sunny saturday i feel that i have nothing more constructive to do with my life so here i am.

sat on the sofa which occupies much of the space in my bedroom listening to hip-hop too load to be sociable, the last few days have been filled with drinking and avoiding certain girls it seems. mainly my ex-girlfriend and the girl with whom i had an affair with, more so my ex however last night in a game of truth or dare (i felt 12 playing it) i had to admit i did miss her.

*skips song on MP3*

Usher - Fooling around; the song which has shuffled itself into the now playing are4a of my playlist. how appropriate or inappropriate if you care to think of it from someone elses point of view. however despite this i cannot help myself singing along and pretending that i am in a music video with boy-band like hand gestures and poses.

the song has stopped and i momentarily find myself sat in silence, boredom; back to being in a boy-band in my mind i think...