A Whole Gym of Opportunities.

Just joined the Westpoint gym. Hmm.

I joined yesterday (Thursday 14th) and went down in the afternoon with Seanagh and Emma, and did very little, to be honest. But either way, it was disappointing. I no longer get a free bag, towel, lock and bottle with buying a membership. Thanks recession.

The fact that the pool is in the middle, with all the machines facing towards it, is quite daunting, seeing that I… ‘wintered well’. It was snowy,icy and cold. I couldn’t go out jogging. Weighed in on Monday morning. The scales exploded.

Though I went down this morning. Did trip a little bit on the treadmill, but very smoothly passed it off as me leaning down to pick up my towel after it fell. It felt smooooooth. (The move, not the towel.)

Had a course in leadership in school this morning. Oh bejesus. I appreciate them trying to help, but I was so bored, my phone was dead, and I ended up bored out of my mind. >.<

And now my feet are begging to be chopped off, I’m sitting here with tea, practicing the saxophone, and being sent a link that shows that ‘Avatar’ is a CGI rip-off of Pocahontas. Epic.

Happy New Year?

New Year’s resolutions:

1. Read more books.
2. Go to the gym.
3. Lose weight (f*ckloads).
4. Get more As in school? Perhaps that sounds conceded, but I don’t mean it to be.
5. Write in school journal every day.
6. Write in own journal every day.
7. Remember to write blogs so that I don’t end up cramming some piece of shit together late at night.

She’s Got Me Dancin’? I Doubt It.

Okay, so, I go out rarely. Don’t really go out after school, Saturdays mostly, but when I do, I like it to be fun. But is it? No.

For one thing, the people. There are none. They simply won’t do anything. Should I resolve to remove myself from  socializing for three weeks, I would expect there to be a relatively strong contingent of people to greet me, and reimmerse me into the socializing. Alas, no, this is not at all the case.

Also, the weather. What the frick. I have to say that, while I fully support the rain and the cold, those being my personal favourite weather variations for a day in, for the love of my own atheistic god. One day of warmth would be welcomed with open arms.

Everytime I turn on the weather forecast on RTÉ or Sky News, and I hear that despondent, surgically enhanced clone of a woman sigh ‘Well, it looks like…’ I swear to that same atheistic god that I will hunt her down and murder her. (Though, for the sake of political correctness, I wil say that I’m not actually planning on murdering anyone at the present time.)

"This place is f*cked"

Christmas exams. I mean, zomg, whatever that means. Let’s review.

1. Music – Hooray!
2. Biology – Simple.
3. English – Lengthy, and tedious, but okay.
4. Spanish – Shockingly straightforward.
5. Maths – Astounding, I was literally astoundified (sic).
6. Irish – Catastrophic. Oh dear.
7. Chemistry – Ba da ba ba bahhh, I’m lovin’ it.
8. Applied Maths – Well, I wasn’t expecting anything good.

Okay. So, overall, we’re good.

And that’s about it. Other than the flu. Not swine flu, but a mild flu. Hope I can get off school, but I doubt it. Though maybe P.E…. But now, antibiotics and steroids for over a week. This should be fun.

That’s all folks.

P.S. Do comment, but be nice – I’m sick.

"I eat death for breakfast"

About Time, Too.

Oh dear, I’ve forgotten to write on this for quite a while… Well then, let’s get going.

What’s first? Library card? Buses? The ever-looming prospect of Christmas? Hmmm… Let’s start with Hamlet.

What can I say? Jeez, get over your mental issues. I mean, I get it, you’re upset, your uncle killed your dad, but go kill him and get the hell over it, I’m fed up listening to you.

Music. God, I love it so much. How awesome is it? Completely.

Alphabeat. I will be writing a blog entry devoted completely to them.

Buses. Dear Jesus of Imagination. Why the hell can they not come at regular intervals? Why must I – nay, WE – sit in the freezing for forever? Although this is a debate that’s been running for decades, so I’m not entirely sure what I was expecting to add to it…

Library cards. Oh em eff jee. What the hell! I have to get a card signed. By my parents. At fifteen. Even though the rule is you don’t need a signature when you’re fifteen. Ugh. Evil woman.

And the X Factor. WHat will happen? Only one way to find out…

And now, Life, The Universe, And Everything.

Well, well, well…

And the midterm is FINALLY upon us.

With it brings days of aimless wandering, reading, film and TV viewing, shopping, gathering, and Halloween.

And Cheryl Cole‘s debut solo album.

The Hitch Hiker’s Guide To The Galaxy, one of the greatest trilogies ever written in five parts, has also got a new edition.

‘And Another Thing‘, written by Eoin Colfer with the full support of Douglas Adams’ widow, Jane Belson, hit stores on the twelfth of October (yes, I realize it’s now the twenty-seventh), and so far, reviews haven’t actually been widespread.

Though one thing to be pointed out – for those of you who have lost faith in Eoin Colfer for writing the book, or in the Hitch Hiker’s series for being partially written by someone OTHER than Douglas Adams, grow up.

I haven’t finished the first five books yet (don’t look at me like that!), so I haven’t read it. *shrugs*

Also, I have to say that Cheryl Cole‘s album is pretty amazing. Will.I.Am seems to have the ability to make any album quite spectacular.

Though the times, they are a-changin’. Not particularly for the better. Why? Because the polar ice caps are melting, the earth is running out of, how should I put this, EVERYTHING. But most importantly, more than anything else, it’s changing for the worse because I’m more bored than I thought possible. If it weren’t for the obscenely awesome and extensive music on my iPod, my vital organs might just say ‘Oh, what’s the point.’ Oh, and Ugly Betty rocks too.

I also find myself losing the will to type as I do this, so I may just finish with the mildly mind-numbing point that my love of superheroes and supervillains, and, let’s be honest, their whole genre, has increased tenfold over the past month. Make of this what you will.

 

And Tonight, Matthew, I’m Going To Be…

Incredibly bored.

Yes, it’s another day of unsurprising monotony and perniciously mind-numbing activities. But as I look back over the last several hours of my life, and think of how I wasted them, and how I can never get them back, I realise that I wouldn’t change them. Why? Laziness.

Yes, that mistress of the unfit, that God of inaction, laziness is the thing which means that you simply don’t bother. It presents itself as the sitting-on of couches, the watching of televisions and the playing of computerised games. It also masquerades itself, however, in the form of convenience. Once a perfectly reasonable idea of simply helping out by making things a little easier, it’s now, simply and plainly, laziness, in an easy-to-use disguise, suitable for all ages.

And when I say all ages, I mean it. Parents nowadays are perfectly content to allow their children to grow up on Burger King and The Simpsons. For the love of God. Ban on television? Ban on junk food? NO. To quote Russel Howard:

“Ban on your you know what til you learn to look after what plops out of it.”

Because, let’s be honest, raising kids on Burger King and The Simpsons will leave us with a generation of overweight people with lipid-induced heart and respiratory problems, and a penchant for doughnuts, slingshots and hopefully impossible haircuts. Fantastic. That’s what we need when we’re up against global warming and doomsday ‘issues’.

But alas, what are these children destined to be? Doctors, drivers, teachers, politicians, zookeepers, athletes – oh dear. It seems that all of these things require some degree of near-perpetual health. Ruh-roh.

But what am I to be? A doctor, one hopes, but the chances of this happening are difficult to work with. Though a lot better than Sir Eats-A-Lot has of ever becoming a professional footballer.

Now, that’s the future. Looking back at the last several hours, I see what could have been more interesting, between the fire drill and the three-minute walk home. But that’s the way it goes, so it can’t be changed, largely because I’m lazy. And tonight, Matthew, because of this, I’m going to be… bored and fed up. Fantastic.

Hmm. That’s interesting.

So, my good friend Evie (http://blueicedmiscreant.wordpress.com) lets me know that WordPress is THE blogging place on this internet which I’ve been hearing so much about. Hmph.

Also, I like the Welcome To The World blog which suddenly appears on my blog – completely blank, but hey, it’s nice to be nice.

‘Hmph’, not at WordPress’ bleak, grey appearence, but at the fact that I somehow have missed the opportunity to express my, addmitedly varied, ideas and opinions. But like so many others, I have now discovered the joys of the internet blog. So shall we?

These so-called political fiascos of the last several months – an obscenely over-comfortable Ceanncomhairle, useless Taoiseach, useless Táiniste, things which are said but ‘never’ heard being HEARD – well, let’s be honest, it’s not the most shocking thing to ever happen in politics. Charlie Haughey robbed the country blind. ‘Yes, that was interesting for a while’. Please.

Oh. And the Recession is starting to get better. Coincidentally at the same time that the Government is so hated that only an end to the Recession would bring them back from the brink. That’s lucky.

Now, one thing to mention, for anyone in this fair city who lives under a rock, the funeral of Stephen Gately took place yesterday, and it clearly showed that Dublin loved that particular son.

Another prominent point to note about it is the homophobia claims. Jan Moir’s article (http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1220756/A-strange-lonely-troubling-death–.html), which gave a general message of ‘Well, if you want to be gay, be gay – but don’t come crying to me when it blows up in your face.’ has caused some controversy. Whether or not she meant it to be homophobic, it was, clearly and plainly. For those who would say otherwise, that’s your own opinion, and you’re perfectly entitled to it. Though I’m afraid it is the great majority of people who would state that she’s a hateful woman. Whether or not homophobia is the issue, for Moir to have written such incredible slander and abuse, right after Gately’s death, was inexcusable, and it should definitely be retracted, an apology given by both the journalist and the newspaper, and for someone to possibly give the woman a verbal slap to bring her to her senses.

And now, as I write this Post, I think of the Hamlet essay awaiting me, the Vicar of Dibley playing away, and the X-Factor results show tonight. And I smile that Dannii Minogue has been shamed about certain comments, and I wonder whether there will ever be a year when a judge on that show will NOT be embroiled in a “controversy” over some of their comments.

Only one way to find out!